Yuri Room No. 7 (Finale) — What Happens When Sex Ends? Sex Begins
"H-hnn, Lu… Luna…! I-I'm gonna…!"
"Ahh… L-let's go together…!"
They really kept at it for another five hours…
Well, it wasn't five hours of nonstop furious sex. There were stretches where they just held each other, and slow, lazy caresses of nothing more than rubbing their lower bellies together.
Still. Five hours…
"Haa… haa…"
The two girls' final round was the same as their first—scissoring, grinding pussy against pussy. At first they moved slowly against each other, but as the deadline drew near their pace climbed, and climax looked imminent.
About ten seconds left until the clock hit zero. I kept glancing back and forth between the timer and the monitor.
"Haaahh, nn…!"
"Hic—hnn, mmph…!"
Click. The instant I confirmed their orgasms, I hit the button.
Time taken to complete the task: 2.5 seconds…!? Strictly speaking the "time taken" should have been zero, since I was the one checking the task…
What mattered was that if their climax had come even a little earlier, it wouldn't have counted as a success. They had matched each other's pace perfectly.
"Hnn… haa… haa…"
"…"
That last orgasm must have pushed both of them to the absolute limit of their stamina; neither one made a move to look at the next task.
The final task: fill out a marriage registration form within 24 hours. No rest period.
Luna stared blankly at the rise and fall of Stella's chest with each breath, then shifted her focus just past those breasts and found the words Fill out a marriage registration form.
"Stella… look at the next task…"
"Mmm…?"
Stella turned her head and checked it too. Then she looked back at Luna and smiled—a pure, unguarded smile.
Not a scrap of resistance between them. They traded a brief glance and a smile, then both turned their faces to the ceiling and closed their eyes.
"Luna. Just in case."
"What?"
"The task says write the marriage registration form, not submit it. So if you don't want to…"
"What are you talking about? The second we leave this room, we're a married couple."
"…Thank you."
Stella let out a soft little laugh, rolled onto her side beside Luna, pressed a light kiss to her cheek, and switched off the bedside lamp.
In the moment Stella turned back after killing the light, Luna kissed her too. They wrapped their arms around each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and fell asleep.
Bravo.
…I should have stood up and applauded. I couldn't move, though—Sophia had dozed off right in the middle of everything. Of all places, she had slumped against my shoulder.
Not that I minded, but… was I supposed to just sit here until she woke up? No. I was soaked, and I really needed to deal with that…
I gave Sophia a gentle shake—enough to wake her if she was only lightly asleep.
"…Sophia."
…No response. She was out cold.
In that case, maybe I should just put her into a deeper sleep with magic and carry her to her room? I carefully scooped her up in a princess carry.
"Mmm…"
"…Sophia?"
The moment I lifted her, she stirred, then buried her face in my chest at an awkward angle.
…Is that even a position you can hold while asleep? Are you actually awake? I put her under a proper sleep spell just to be sure, but she stayed exactly like that. Dreaming, I guessed.
Nothing for it. I'd just have to carry her to her room like this.
"Hic…!?"
Sophia's restless shifting against my chest grew more vigorous—and my bare breast slipped free.
Uh… what? Am I supposed to take this as Sophia liking breasts? D-does that mean she might try to suck on them, too…?
My heart hammered the whole way as I watched for any further reaction, but sadly all Sophia did was keep her face buried. Nothing else…
…Wait a second. This isn't Sophia's room. This is mine. I got so focused on what she was doing that I walked straight into my own bedroom.
Fine. I'll just put her down here. I opened the door, went in, and laid Sophia on my bed.
"Good night, Sophia."
"Nngh…"
When I whispered against her ear she made a soft sound, wriggled, and settled into what was apparently the optimal position.
You're a restless sleeper, Sophia. I hadn't even finished covering her with the blanket five seconds ago, and already half of it was on the floor.
Was it because she was still in her maid uniform? Maybe I should at least strip off the outermost layer… but which part was I even supposed to take off?
I shifted this way and that, trying to find a fastening—and from this angle, I could see Sophia's panties.
…Sophia's panties were wet!? How? From burying her face in my chest on the way here!?
Then while I'm undressing her…
"…No. I've lost my mind."
I urgently yanked back the hand that had started reaching for her panties of its own accord, and shook my head hard until my senses returned.
…I really, really wanted those wet panties. But it would be better to receive them from her herself, later.
I went back to trying to work her maid uniform free… no. The image of her panties I'd just seen kept replaying in my brain. Sorry, Sophia. You're sleeping in the uniform.
"…Good night again, Sophia."
I fled my room in a hurry and pulled Sophia's bra out of Sub-Space.
First thing when I get back: deal with this. I thought that as I peeled off lower garments that had gotten so soaked they might as well not have been on at all.
"Huh. It says both of you are the bride."
"It's a country where two women can get married."
"For real?"
Of course for real! And, just so you know—I made it that way!
As a reincarnator perk I got a mountain of broken skills that let me meddle with the country a little. I made same-sex marriage legal, and I changed the system so a single form was enough to process a marriage, just like in the world I came from before.
"Stella. You wrote Stella there. A marriage registration form needs your real name."
"Ah—force of habit…"
The moment the words real name came up, I covered my eyes.
All I needed to know were the names "Luna" and "Stella." From here on, only the two of them needed to know the rest. That was more beautiful.
…That was the surface reason, anyway. The real one was that if I ever heard their true names, I was pretty sure I'd chase after them the second I overheard one of those names on the street.
The master of a Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room should be satisfied with the sex. Wanting anything after that is not how a gentleman behaves.
"Guardian…?"
"That'd be Master's name. We're slaves, after all."
"…Ah. Right."
"Stella, after we get out… will you tell me what kind of environment you grew up in?"
I already knew this part! I needed their family backgrounds and the reasons they'd been sold so I could check their compatibility in my head.
Luna had been a household servant from childhood, sold back into the market when that house went bankrupt.
Stella had originally been a minor noble, reduced to slavery when someone in the family gambled them into ruin.
"It's a little embarrassing, but… if Luna wants to hear it."
"Okay."
I'd already filled in all the complicated parts for them, so all they had to do was write their names. The two girls signed at the very bottom, then set the pen down. A signal for the one watching them, no doubt.
Click. I pressed the button, played a single burst of confetti-pop sound, and then played the recording Sophia had made for me.
Congratulations on completing every task! Please take a seat in the designated chairs, close your eyes, and wait!
"…?"
They looked puzzled, but they followed the instructions without complaint. The second both of them sat down, I put them under with a quick sleep spell.
Time for a rapid cleanup. With more magic I fully retrieved the monitor that had displayed the tasks, the cameras, and the locks.
I also cut every spell I'd laid on the Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room—the soundproofing, the flow-sealing magic that stopped anyone from escaping by magic, the illusion that made the windows look like walls, and so on.
Then I left a generous amount of money for two people and a single book titled Newlywed Guidebook on the bed, and released the spell on the girls.
To them, it would feel like they'd only closed their eyes for a moment—and in that blink, every fixture of the Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room had simply vanished.
"That was fun~"
I stretched lightly and stood up.
That room—technically a large studio apartment—was, in truth, the newlywed home I had given those two girls. I had renovated it into a Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room and locked them inside.
The details were all written in the book I'd just left them, the Newlywed Guidebook. Be happy from here on out, Luna, Stella.
"All right, time to go wake Sophi—"
"Hah… I brought… the tea… hah… Master…"
—a was what I was thinking, when Sophia opened the door and came in.
She's out of breath. Did she run with the teapot?
"…Am I a little late?"
"If you came to watch Luna and Stella, you're very late."
"That's… a shame."
Sophia set the tray down while catching her breath. Had she always been this interested in the Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room?
I drank a cup of the tea she'd brought, then caught her by the arm as she tried to leave with a "I'll go prepare a meal."
"Why the rush? You never used to care this much."
"…You really don't know?"
"I-I've always liked Sex-or-Can't-Leave Rooms, so I don't really get how someone who suddenly starts liking them feels…"
"From that answer, you really don't know…"
I'd been hoping for something bashful, but this time she didn't even blush. Sophia let out a short sigh.
"Our first s-sex is going to be in a room like that too, isn't it? So it can't hurt to know ahead of time what happens in one…"
"Ahh. So you were projecting yourself and me onto Luna and Stella."
"…Yes."
"Same as me!"
She was still a little embarrassed and trying to make a quick exit—until she heard "same as me," and froze. Oh, she wanted to hear this.
"When I was a guy I only ever saw Sex-or-Can't-Leave Rooms as art, so I never masturbated to them. But after I became a girl I started inserting myself and you into them, got wet, and that's when I started masturbati—"
"A g-girl shouldn't casually say m-masturbate…! Please speak a little more like a proper young lady…!"
"Ah. I'm just the type who wants to show everything in front of the person I like…"
"…"
At the word show, Sophia's gaze wavered for a second. Like she'd almost looked at my chest on instinct and forced herself not to.
Then she declared, "I'll go make a meal," shook me off with surprising force, and fled the room.
With Luna and Stella's Sex-or-Can't-Leave Room finished, I had no reason to stay either. I trailed after Sophia down the hallway, keeping a little distance.
Nursing a faint hope that, like yesterday, she might take off a pair of wet panties or something.