Traces of the Night
Eloise. Her body glistening with the saliva I had licked and smeared across her skin, the red marks blooming from where I had sucked, the fluids still leaking from her lower half, and the bloodstains left by her torn hymen—it all made for quite a sight as she slept on the sofa.
I considered leaving her exactly like that, but her breathing had settled into a steady rhythm. She was truly out. After everything I had put her through, it felt wrong to abandon her there. She was the girl I had tormented so relentlessly, yet here I was, learning firsthand why people say physical intimacy can be terrifying. I dampened a towel, wiped away the sticky mess of fluids and blood clinging to her lower body, then slipped into her room and pulled out a blanket of decent thickness to drape over her.
While I was at it, I opened the windows. The cool evening air flowed in, thinning the heavy atmosphere and slowly erasing the thick scent of sex. As I moved around naked, tidying up, it struck me how often this seemed to happen—whenever I had sex, my partner passed out and the cleanup always fell to me. I pushed the stray thoughts aside, finished what needed doing, and paused to take one last look at the sleeping Eloise before stepping into the bathroom to shower.
“Whew…”
Recalling the thoroughly disheveled Eloise, I stretched lightly and let out a yawn as cold water cascaded over my head. Unlike her, I was still brimming with energy.
“...Maybe it’s because I’ve had less stress lately. Feels like my stamina’s improved.”
My condition was noticeably different from before, but since the change was positive, I decided not to overthink it.
“Hmm… I wonder how Eloise will act tomorrow.”
I had swept her up in the heat of the moment and taken her on impulse, so her reaction would be interesting. Would she brush it off as nothing more than another “lesson,” or had she felt enough pleasure that she would demand we do it again? Lost in those thoughts, I finished showering and was drying myself when I suddenly remembered something I had forgotten.
“...Wait. Weren’t my panties on that sofa?”
Standing at the bathroom door, I ruffled my wet hair with the towel and glanced toward the sofa where Eloise lay. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find the underwear I had discarded. A faint itch crawled up the back of my neck. I walked over to the laundry basket and peered inside. Sure enough, my panties were there.
“Hmm… Did Eloise do this?”
I hadn’t put them there, so it had to be her. At first I wondered why, but then I remembered how deeply she had fallen for my scent. Picturing her agonizing over my panties made me chuckle. I pulled them from the basket, alternating my gaze between the sleeping girl and the underwear, when a rather amusing idea occurred to me.
With a sly smile, I set the plan in motion. After one final check on the slumbering Eloise, I returned to my own room, lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was already something to look forward to.
Eloise woke from sleep and opened her eyes. The soft fabric tickling her back and the sweet, addictive fragrance drifting from somewhere made her nose twitch. She stirred, then scanned her surroundings.
“You’re finally awake?”
“...Miss Chloe?”
The sight of Chloe right in front of her made her doubt her own eyes.
I’m certain I fell asleep in the dormitory…
As she tried to piece the situation together, memories of the previous night flooded back. Teaching her roommate Serina under the pretext of education, Serina suddenly going wild and coupling with her, the deep, sticky kiss that had taken her first time. In that brief instant the entire night replayed like a panorama, flushing her face crimson once more. Yet none of it explained why Chloe was standing here.
With a gaze caught between embarrassment and confusion, she stared at Chloe, who responded with a seductive smile and slowly drew closer.
“Wondering why I’m here?”
The strange shift in Chloe’s aura made Eloise nod, but Chloe offered no explanation. Instead she climbed directly on top of her.
“S-Sister…?”
“I’ve come to punish the naughty child who dared to covet what isn’t hers.”
Chloe looked down at her flustered expression with clear delight. Before Eloise knew it, their bodies were pressed together. Chloe gazed at her trembling eyes, then reached out and gripped her chin.
“Ugh… W-wait—”
When Chloe leaned in, Eloise instinctively closed her eyes. A soft, plush sensation touched her lips. The moment she realized it was a kiss, her eyes flew open in shock. The Chloe who had been pinning her down had already moved between her legs. Chloe had never once kissed her during all the times she had serviced her; the sudden intimacy left Eloise’s head spinning, unable to process the flow of events.
Chloe lifted her skirt and disappeared between her thighs. A tickling pleasure raced up her spine and slammed into her mind. Lost in the bizarre, hazy situation, Eloise began to moan under Chloe’s touch.
“Hiiit…! Haah! Sister…! Just a second—!”
Desperately tugging at her skirt, she looked down. What met her eyes was not Chloe’s sparkling gaze or flowing golden hair, but a pair of dark eyes that seemed ready to devour her whole. Those eyes belonged to Serina—the girl who had taken her body the night before.
“Eh…?”
Before the stunned Eloise could react to the switch, Serina climbed atop her again and smiled slyly.
“Get up. We have to go to school.”
The gentle tone, like a parent scolding a child for oversleeping, sounded nothing like the usual Serina. The cascade of strange events finally snapped Eloise back to reality, and she woke from the dream.
“...To think it was all a dream.”
Strictly speaking, it would have been stranger if it hadn’t been a dream. Chloe suddenly appearing in her room was odd. Chloe kissing her was odd. And the part where Chloe transformed into Serina made even less sense.
“Ugh…”
Eloise tried to sit up on the sofa, only to groan as muscle pain stabbed through every inch of her body. She barely managed to rise before collapsing back down. Her limbs felt weighed down by lead. The night before, her roommate had coupled with her and then treated her like a doll, never letting her go, exploring her body without restraint. The repeated moans, the endless climaxes—all of it had left crushing fatigue throughout her frame. Her shoulders, back, and lower body remained stiff, the muscles still clenched. Her arms and legs hung limp and heavy, like soaked cloth.
“Haa…”
With a deep sigh, Eloise closed her eyes and tried to ease the exhaustion and pain. But every tiny movement sent silent warnings from her joints, pinning her to the sofa. In the end she lay back down, shut her eyes, and let her thoughts drift back to the previous night. Heat soon rose to her face and ears.
“Uuu… What on earth did I do?”
She had always assumed Chloe would be the one to take her first time. Never had she imagined doing something like this with her roommate.
“...Or maybe that’s not entirely true.”
At first it really had been about teaching her, but she could not deny that her own desires had seeped out more and more as things progressed. She alternated between memories of Serina devouring her and the image of Chloe until she suddenly noticed how quiet the room was. Forcing herself past the aching muscles, she sat up and spotted a small note on the table across from the sofa.
You were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t wake you. Your body is probably aching, so just rest today.
The round, plump handwriting was simple and easy to read. Eloise scanned it in an instant, then glanced skeptically at the clock in the corner of the room.
10:30 AM.
“Haa…”
She who always rose early had completely overslept. Sighing again, she looked back at the note and let out a hollow laugh.
“After doing all that, she went to class by herself? Unbelievable…”
The memory of Serina’s touch made her lower body tremble once more. She didn’t like that Serina had left without her, but the note and the blanket proved she had been thoughtful. Besides, her body had been cleaned; most of the traces from last night were gone.
“Well… I’m hardly one to talk after everything I’ve done to her…”
Eloise clicked her tongue, about to head back to her room to rest, when she remembered the infirmary professor’s words. The professor had promised to prepare a magic tool to help with her newly sensitive nose and told her to stop by. She doubted it could be ready in a single day, yet the matter was important. Since she had already planned to skip classes, she decided to go.
Dragging her heavy body into the bathroom, Eloise caught sight of her reflection. The pure white skin and the scattered red marks—looking almost like territorial claims—made her blush furiously. She hurriedly turned on the shower. For some reason, even the bathroom seemed to carry Serina’s scent.