Yuri Room No. 7 (2) - The First Time Is Always the Hardest
"Stella, time to get up. We need to eat breakfast."
"Mmm..."
The naked apron. With only a little exaggeration, it was the greatest outfit in the history of humankind.
Cooking and meals in the Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room fell to Luna and Stella. There was something like a pantry stocked with ingredients, and they could pull out as much as they wanted to cook with.
"Five more minutes..."
"You said that last time and slept for over half an hour!"
Hence the naked apron. Luna had put it on while making breakfast, purely so hot oil from the frying pan wouldn't splash her—only it turned out there was nothing underneath.
Honestly, when I'd assigned them the task of stripping, I'd expected them to put their clothes back on afterward, so the room hadn't even had an apron. Sophia, watching alongside me, had felt sorry for them and arranged for one to be provided.
"I think I'd feel a little more awake if Luna kissed me..."
"Honestly..."
Luna let out a soft sigh, transferred the toasted bread to a plate, and walked slowly toward the bed.
Stella still looked half-asleep, but she didn't forget to wear that bewitching smile as she opened her arms toward the approaching Luna.
Luna went to her—oh. Their ideas of what came next clearly didn't match. Whatever Stella had been expecting, Luna's face flushed a deep red.
"...!?"
It was the same sticky, tongue-tangling kiss Stella had given Luna the night before. Luna's tongue slipped into Stella's half-dreaming mouth, and this time it was Stella who flinched.
As if it were only natural, Stella tried to push Luna away the way Luna and Sophia had done the day before—but her body, only moments out of sleep, couldn't manage a proper shove.
Shall I start a timer?
Luna kept her eyes shut, whether from embarrassment or something else, while their tongues tangled. She wouldn't see Stella trying to push her off, so this was bound to last a good long while.
"Pwah... Is that enough?"
"I-it's enough..."
"Thirty seconds."
A short record compared to last night's one minute and forty-two seconds, but absurdly long if you measured it against the "just a light brush of lips" Stella had probably been imagining.
Stella, who always took the lead with Luna, being on the receiving end made for excellent gap moe. The way she swayed a little as she tried to get out of bed was adorable too.
Sip. A fine show first thing in the morning. I took a mouthful of tea—
"Tastes awful."
What was this? I'd copied Sophia's method exactly. Why did it taste different?
Come to think of it, this was the hour when Sophia usually brought breakfast and tea. Why wasn't she here? Oversleeping?
"Toast, huh."
"I suddenly felt like having some."
With a scrape of chairs, Luna and Stella sat across from each other.
Stella snuck a glance at how Luna ate her toast, then took a bite the same way.
"Oh—look, the timer's reset."
"We kissed properly last night."
The previous task—"kiss"—was finished, and they were in the rest period before the next one began. Roughly forty hours remained.
Luna had only spoken because the timer happened to catch her eye, but the moment she heard Stella's reply she remembered the next task was sex, and her face went scarlet in an instant.
All right, Stella. Time to say what you were wrestling with yesterday.
"..."
"..."
Luna kept her head bowed; Stella stole glances at her.
With every bite of toast Stella's face seemed to grow redder. Was I imagining it?
"...Hey, Luna. There's something I want to say."
"What is it?"
She's saying it...!!
Stella was clearly nervous—hands resting on her knees, shoulders drawn tight. She couldn't even meet Luna's eyes, staring only at her own lap.
"I... I like you, Luna. Enough that I want to date you—enough that I want to marry you."
"Didn't you already say that last time?"
"So, so..."
With a deep breath Stella lifted her head and looked straight at Luna.
"...I want to have sex with you right now, Luna."
"H-huh? There's still time left before the deadline, though?"
"That's exactly why. I don't want to sleep with you because of some deadline. I want to sleep with you because I sincerely want to."
"W-with me..."
This time Luna turned her face away, dodging Stella's gaze.
Stella stared hard, hoping Luna would look back, but Luna, lost in thought, showed no sign of turning.
Wanting an answer, Stella rose from her seat, walked around to where Luna was looking, and cupped both of Luna's cheeks in her hands so she couldn't turn away.
"What do you think, Luna...?"
"I-I... I don't mind, either..."
"You don't have to answer right away. If we can do it during the rest period, that's enough for me."
"..."
Yesterday she'd padded it with the excuse of "practice," but now she was meeting the truth head-on. The impact was that much stronger for it.
Maybe I should study this and try it on Sophia sometime?
"Tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow?"
"If you want to... do that... before the rest period ends... then tomorrow night..."
"...!"
So Luna was too embarrassed to say the word "sex" out loud.
Joy flooded Stella's face in an instant. She thanked Luna again and again as she pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Does having s-sex with me make you that happy...?"
"Of course it does! It's sharing a physical relationship with the person I love!"
"The person you love..."
"And if we want to leave this room, we have to have sex eventually, right? So for our first time, I wanted it to be of my own will—not because someone else ordered it."
Heh. They're really getting the most out of my Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room.
It went without saying that the one issuing the sex order in this room was an "outsider."
For shy kids it could be a helpful shove in the back, but for assertive girls like Luna and Stella right now, it would only get in the way.
That was why I'd put in the masterstroke of a "rest period." Deviance needs constraints to really shine, after all.
"Our first kiss was something we had no choice about because of the deadli—"
"I don't think of it that way."
Luna shifted the head of the girl embracing her until they faced each other squarely.
The joy on Stella's face turned to confusion; Luna's expression was quietly serious.
"We did kiss 'within the time limit,' didn't we? If we'd truly hated the idea of kissing, we would have just taken the penalty and moved on. Besides, I..."
Just as she had when waking Stella, Luna pressed their lips together again. Stella flinched for a second, wondering if a tongue was coming—but it didn't.
"Every kiss with you, Stella—then, now, and forever—is of my own free will."
"...I see."
Stella's face shifted from confusion back to pure happiness. Luna's did the same.
Satisfied with the answer, Stella started to loosen her arms from around Luna—then, at the last moment, darted in for one more quick kiss.
"...!"
This time it was a proper, tongue-tangling kiss. Luna jolted at the suddenness, but soon settled and answered in kind, working her tongue just as eagerly.
Unlike last night and this morning, neither of them resisted. That made it all the more delicious to watch.
"I-I'm so sorry...! I've brought lunch and tea, Master...!"
"Ohhh, finally."
It was that awkward stretch of time after the girls had finished lunch and were enjoying the room's entertainment options when Sophia hurried in with a tray, flinging the door open.
Huh. Something about her maid uniform looked incomplete. Like she was missing the over-layer—the frills felt a little sparse.
"Did you oversleep?"
"I only just woke up... I'm truly sorry...!"
Clatter. Sophia bustled about setting the lunch dishes in front of me.
Well, the late rising was probably my fault for groping her chest. She'd been too worked up to sleep easily, and unlike me, Sophia actually needed rest.
Plus, if she'd dealt with the heat the way I had yesterday, that would have pushed her bedtime even later.
"You didn't even brush your hair, Sophia."
"I'll just set this down and go brush it...!"
"You can brush it here. Sit down."
Oh—Sophia's lunch was the same as the girls'. Toast.
While she sat beside me with a polite "Excuse me," I polished off breakfast in a hurry. I'd said she could brush her hair herself, but what I really wanted was to brush it for her.
Nibble, sip, done. Clap-clap. After wolfing down the toast and dusting off my hands, I snagged the comb before Sophia could reach for it.
"Since we're doing this, I'll brush it for you."
"Thank you..."
Scrape. I shifted my chair behind Sophia.
Let's see... My own hair never got damaged, so I'd never actually brushed anyone's before. Just be gentle, right?
"With a short cut it doesn't tangle much, so start slowly from the ends, Master."
"How did you know I was worrying about how to brush it?"
Ow—Sophia made a tiny sound when the comb caught on a snarl.
One more pass, then I'd ask what I'd been wanting to ask.
"Why'd you oversleep today? Because of me?"
"...Mm, y-you could say that."
"Really?"
"Really."
Her words faltered and her voice trembled. That was Sophia's tell whenever she was hiding something.
I had a pretty good idea what she'd done, but I wanted to hear it from her own mouth. If I opened up without shame first, maybe she'd do the same.
"Well, unlike me, you actually have to sleep at night. I had time left over, so I masturbated with your bra."
"Mast—!?"
"The bra you left with me yesterday."
I finished brushing, then carefully took out the treasured bra I'd been keeping. Sophia snatched it away in a flash.
Ah, that was my number-one treasure...
"So? Why did you oversleep, Sophia?"
"D-did you confess that just so you could hear mine...?"
"Obviously."
Sophia half-unfolded the bra she'd grabbed, then gave up and stuffed it roughly into the pocket of her maid uniform.
I didn't actually use it for that, you know. I only sniffed it.
"I... I also... overslept because I was... masturbating..."
"You too, Sophia! See, we do understand each other!"
"I was just going to sleep, all right!? But then I gave my bra to you, Master, and m-my nipples kept rubbing against my clothes..."
"Sophia nipple-masturbated!?"
"I did not! I just felt that sort of mood... No—I'm done talking about this!"
"You're a girl, so there's no need to den—"
"...Hey, Stella."
Luna's sudden voice from inside cut me off mid-sentence.
Sophia seized the moment, bowed quickly to me, and strode out of the room at a clip.
"Maybe... we should just have sex today...?"
...!!!
Somewhere between shock and joy, Stella's expression turned complicated. I was pretty sure my face looked exactly the same.
I poured the tea Sophia had brought straight into a cup and straightened up in my seat.