Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: EP.82
Time passed, and Yupia emerged from the shower.
A bold naked figure.
But that wasn't the issue.
"Wait... why'd you come out like that? No towel?"
Water dripping steadily from her body.
"Water's still dripping everywhere."
"Ah! Aaaah!"
At my words, Yupia sneaked a glance around.
As the floor grew slick, she panicked even more and floundered about.
"I'll wipe it up!"
She darted into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and came back out.
Then she started mopping the floor.
"Hup! Hup!"
Every time she moved, her ass and pink pussy flashed blatantly, but it barely registered.
Instead, as Yupia clumsily swabbed the floor, her heart-shaped tail whirled around, splattering water right in my face.
"Agh."
My eyes squeezed shut.
"No one's asking you to wipe the floor with a towel."
I grabbed Yupia's arm and hauled her to her feet.
"Just stand still. And don't even think about rubbing that floor rag all over your body again."
I headed into the bathroom and fetched a fresh, fluffy towel.
I roughly dried her off, then pulled a big boxy t-shirt from the closet and tossed it her way.
"I'm gonna shower too, so put that on and behave. Please don't pull any stunts—just watch TV. And if nothing good's on, don't smack it. Just sit there."
"...Got it."
By the time I finished showering and came out, Yupia—miracle of miracles—was lounging obediently on the sofa.
Wearing the t-shirt I'd chucked at her properly.
'That shirt last time too... it's pretty oversized on her.'
It was my exact size—a perfect fit for me—but on Yupia, it hung like a loose dress.
The hem draped down to mid-thigh, pulling off that no-bottoms look.
But that was the real problem.
With no underwear underneath, her nipples poked prominently through the thin cotton.
And whenever she rolled over, the hem would flip up, flashing her pale ass and thighs—not to mention her pussy.
'Is she doing this on purpose?'
I forced my gaze away.
'Time for a beer and bed.'
The moment I grabbed a can from the fridge and cracked it open.
Yupia, who'd been rolling around on the sofa, bolted upright.
"......"
Yupia stared straight through me.
'She wants one too.'
Unexpected.
Normally, she'd declare, "I want one too!" and raid the fridge like it was hers.
'What's with the good behavior today? She must be trying to honor our deal.'
Her wistful gaze fixed on the beer can somehow looked pathetic.
She could've just asked, at least.
"...You want one too?"
At my question, Yupia's eyes lit up as she nodded vigorously.
'No holding back, huh.'
I snagged another can from the fridge and lobbed it lightly toward the sofa.
"Here."
Yupia snatched it neatly out of the air.
"Ooh, nice catch."
"Kyahaha! Piece of cake for this body!"
She grinned smugly and popped the tab.
Psssh—Pop!
Foam bubbled over explosively.
Then the liquid gushed straight onto the floor.
"Uwa?! I-I got this!"
Yupia flailed in panic.
And on reflex, she hiked up the hem of her t-shirt to mop up the spill.
"Hold it! What the hell?!"
As she lifted the shirt, her bare skin came fully into view.
Her white belly... and below it, that smooth, hairless pussy.
'Not the time to stare.'
In my moment of distraction, the lunatic was already using my clothes as a rag.
"You maniac! I gave you that as sleepwear—not a damn dishrag!"
"Uwaaa... S-sorry..."
Ha, what could I do?
My bad for tossing it without thinking.
"Stay. Still! Please, just stay still!"
I bolted over in horror and pinned her hands.
Grabbed a proper rag for cleanup, then yanked away the soaked shirt as she tried to wriggle back into it.
"I'll get you something else to wear, so for the love of god, don't do anything. Just sit tight."
"Uung..."
This wasn't cohabitation—it felt like parenting.
Like raising a high-maintenance, disaster-magnet of a daughter.
"I was just trying to clean up..."
Yupia mumbled, all sulky.
"Wasn't on purpose..."
Drooping ears and tail.
Seeing her deflated, reeking of beer, I couldn't even stay mad.
"Forget it. It's not the cleanup that's annoying—it's all fixable anyway."
Once I'd tidied up, exhaustion crashed over me.
'Sweet dreams courtesy of who, again?'
I shoved the thought aside, pulled out a blanket, and flung it at Yupia.
"You crash in the living room. No trouble while you sleep."
"...Ung."
I chugged the beer and headed to the bedroom.
Lights out, into bed—maybe ten minutes later.
Creak.
The door eased open cautiously.
I lifted my head—Yupia, clutching a pillow tight, hesitated her way to the bedside.
"What? Why're you in here?"
Yupia fiddled with the pillow, mumbling reluctantly.
"This body wants to sleep in the bed too..."
"Told you: living room."
"But that's wasting boiler heat..."
Uncharacteristically logical, Yupia pressed on.
"Separate rooms jack up the boiler bill! Together, we just heat this one! Share body warmth, no cranking the temp..."
What a load of nonsense.
'Since when does she give a damn about my utilities?'
But kicking her out? She'd just slink back.
Imagining her whining outside all night already gave me a headache.
"Fine. Hop in."
"Really?!"
Yupia vaulted onto the bed like she'd been waiting.
She burrowed right up to my side and yanked the blanket over.
"But turn around and sleep. No touching."
"Eh? Why turn... Hugging's warmer... Saves boiler..."
"Tsk."
I shot her a glare, and Yupia pouted before rolling over, back to me.
I did the same, and her breathing came from behind.
'Gotta crash soon if I wanna make work tomorrow.'
How much time passed?
Half-asleep, I shifted without realizing—facing Yupia now.
Had no clue.
Plop.
Something soft and yielding pressed against my lower half.
This delightful squish? Definitely her ass. Nothing else clung like that.
'Yupia must've scooted back in her sleep.'
All that body-heat talk—she'd shoved her ass my way to feel it.
The toasty warmth seeping through the t-shirt was more tantalizing than expected.
'Don't get worked up.'
Breath held, I started to roll away.
Swish... swish...
Yupia's ass twitched faintly.
Then that warm flesh began wiggling, grinding against my groin.
Her ass crack slid up and down my shaft, over and over.
'This ain't sleep-talk.'
The teasing sensation got my dick stirring.
Blood surged; it stiffened in seconds.
"Hey. You awake?"
I muttered low. Yupia froze.
But no turn-around.
"...Sleeping."
"Bull. How do you answer if you're asleep?"
"...Sleep-talk."
"Sleep-talk isn't chatting. You can't chat in your sleep."
"Wh-what're you on about... This body's really asleep..."
Yupia shot back shamelessly, jamming her ass even harder against me.
The heat intensified, squashing my cock.
"Cut the crap."
"...Zzz... Snore..."
"Dora the Explorer much?"
Her fake snoring cracked me up in disbelief.
"Even so, not happening. Drop it and sleep."
"B-but you're hard... If you wanna, go ahead... Permission to fuck this body..."
"Quiet."
I shut it down firm.
Give in now, and habits worsen.
Tomorrow's work? Ruined.
I rolled back over.
Still, Yupia pressed closer, backs touching.
Her soft ass flesh lingered against me.
'Tough it out and sleep.'
The next morning, after barely holding on.
"Umm..."
Alarm blared; eyes open.
My back felt all squishy.
'What the...?'
Eyes adjusted—Yupia glued to my back, hugging tight.
Soft tits mashed against me, her thigh draped over, all plush and chewy.
'Must've dozed off like this.'
No faking-it vibe.
Felt like a genuine sleep-shift.
Easy to confirm why.
Yupia couldn't act this convincingly.
No pouncing mid-sleep or draining-me-dry traces like before.
She'd tried keeping the promise, her way.
'Kinda cute.'
I eased up carefully, but Yupia just mumbled "mmnya mmnya," dead to the world.
One thin t-shirt on, face all innocent in slumber—damn endearing.
That's when my eyes drifted to her lower half.
Pale ass and thigh skin.
"......"
Swallowed hard.
Truth was, I'd been holding back since yesterday.
'And now? Morning wood greeting a totally defenseless Yupia.'
Reason teetering on the edge.
'Work calls, though.'
I shook my head, checked the clock to clamp down.
An hour earlier than usual.
Plenty of time before heading out.
'...One quick round couldn't hurt, right?'
Suddenly flashed on Yupia vowing to "turn me into an empty husk" while I slept.
Payback? Plain lust?
Staring at her wide-open vulnerability, the urge to "sleep-rape" her surged.
'Yeah. She's making an effort with the promise... A little reward wouldn't hurt.'