Rule 31: Defining Friendship for the Socially Awkward Marin (1)
(1) Standing naked side by side with Marin, I picked up the showerhead and reached for the lever to turn on the water.
Marin, who had been standing there with an indifferent expression, pointed to the thermometer next to the handle and spoke.
"See that thermometer next to it? Set the temperature between 38 and 40 degrees Celsius. We'll wash from head to face to body to feet in the shortest time possible. The stuff on that shelf over there—from the left—is shampoo, rinse, foam cleanser, body wash, so remember that well."
"……Yes."
I gave a response, but she rattled it off so fast that I could only catch about half of it.
Still, I got the gist.
It might seem nitpicky at first glance, but it was an incredibly efficient shower method and tool layout, rooted in the philosophy of washing from the top down.
Having such a precise manual actually put my mind at ease.
No need to think—just follow along.
So, vaguely reciting Marin's manual in my head, I focused on the thermometer.
I adjusted the water temperature with utmost care, then slowly brought the showerhead toward the haughty Marin, who stood there with her arms crossed.
The perfectly pressurized water from the showerhead began soaking Marin's body, defiled with semen.
The moment the water cascaded down her skin, her already smooth flesh started glistening with a seductive sheen.
Steam rose, carrying the sharp, refreshing mint scent wafting from Marin's body.
Especially those perky pink nipples, hovering tantalizingly before my eyes.
I stepped closer, taking in the full glory of her beautiful form up close.
Marin had her eyes closed, wiping semen from her face, oblivious to me staring at her bare skin.
For a split second, I thought about teasing those haughty little berries, standing proud like they owned the sky.
But right then—
Throb!
Blood started surging toward my cock, creeping in.
Snap!
It sprang up like a spring, flicking toward Marin's crotch.
Squeeze!
Feeling the insistent prodding at her pussy, Marin sensed the foreign pressure. She opened her eyes and looked straight down.
"……Really, such a needlessly healthy puppy."
"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to, it just……"
I hurriedly backed away, apologizing.
Marin glared at me sharply, then let out a sigh and closed her eyes again.
"……Whatever. It's not like you can control it. I'm not the type to nitpick over something like that."
She reverted to her indifferent expression, suddenly grabbed some soap, and started lathering it up in her hands.
"Leave this part to me. I'll clean you up nice and scent-free. In return, you wash my hair. Sound efficient enough for both of us?"
"Yeah, that does seem better……"
"Then stop standing there and start shampooing already."
"……Yes."
She'd play nice for a second, then snap like a firecracker.
Her tone and attitude flipped with every word.
If she just nagged consistently, I could've vented inwardly. But this? It left me no choice but to reflect.
Fearing she'd flip again, I frantically reached for the pump on the shelf.
"That's body wash. Like I said, the one on the far left is shampoo."
"……Sorry."
"……It's fine, so stop apologizing for every little thing. If you don't know, I'll tell you again anytime."
Weird.
She had every reason to chew me out for not listening, but Marin brushed it off and kindly explained again.
Without a flicker in her expression.
Stunned by her unexpected demeanor, I stared blankly—only for her cold gaze to turn my way.
"What're you doing? If you've squeezed it into your palm, get over here already."
……Man.
Hot and cold crashing over me like waves—I had no clue how to keep rhythm.
I rubbed the shampoo between my palms and approached Marin. In turn, she lathered up soap and gently grasped my rock-hard, twitching cock, starting to wash it tenderly.
I tried to stay composed, working foam into every strand of her soft hair, but—
Gulp.
Her gentle, meticulous touch kept drawing my eyes downward.
Stroke, stroke.
The soapy lather made her movements even smoother than usual, rubbing every nerve of my cock with meticulous care.
Especially the base where my balls hung—she obsessed over it, scrubbing with just the right pressure to feel good.
The ticklish stimulation hit way harder than expected.
"Ngh……"
A moan slipped out unbidden.
Marin didn't flinch. If anything, she narrowed her eyes, focusing intently on cleaning my cock.
Instinctively, my hips tensed, and my cock slapped upward, smacking her chin hard.
Thwack.
Maybe because of that, a vein throbbed visibly on Marin's forehead as she glared at my cock.
She gripped the shaft tightly, shooting me a death stare. I flinched, bracing for a scolding, but—
"I won't hurt it…… So please, stop twitching and just accept the washing."
"That's not something I can control, haha……"
I gave an awkward laugh and placed my hands back on her head.
Marin, who had been staring intently at the glans, closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
"……Can't be helped, then. At least relax as much as you can to make it easier to wash."
"I'll try……"
I nodded reluctantly, knowing full well it wouldn't be easy.
……But still, something felt off.
"Miss Marin."
"What."
"You're…… not mad?"
Like, no electric shock from the collar? No soul-crushing verbal abuse?
The first impression of Marin I'd gotten was a merciless psychopath, a sadist even crueler than Catalina.
Come to think of it, she hadn't pressured me much since then. At most, grabbing my collar and raw-dogging me for ejaculation control training?
"……Why would I be mad?"
"Well, because I went against your orders……"
"That's not bad for a puppy, is it?"
"……True."
"Sigh…… I'm not the type to waste emotions getting mad over every little thing. It doesn't improve efficiency. Besides…… to begin with, I……"
Marin's hands paused mid-wash. She obsessively rubbed the glans, then muttered in a low voice.
"Don't have any expectations from ordinary guys like you."
For that instant, her expression looked…… a bit deflated? It was the same indifferent face as always.
"So don't ask questions that make me say stuff like that—it pisses me off more. Remember that."
Somehow, what could've sounded dismissive came off as pitiful instead.
It was almost like……
……
"……Puppy, how long are you gonna just fondle my hair? Shampoo's done—rinse it already and let's get out."
"……Yes."
With that, our perfect 10-minute shower ended, and Marin and I entered the room naked.
By then, the orange sky was starting to dim, dyeing the room in brilliant twilight hues.
The scene felt strangely nostalgic, so I stood gazing—until Marin plopped onto the bed first, hugging her brown bear plushie.
"No real duties back at the management office right now, right?"
"……Probably not."
"Then rest here. Sleep over if you want. I finished my assignments early today, so I'm taking a break from now on."
"……"
"Better than stinking up that toilet you live in, right? Being next to your superior owner is a win for a puppy. And it's more efficient for me to use you as an alarm clock."
Marin pulled a book from the nightstand and buried her face in it.
A thought crossed my mind.
She acted all high-and-mighty, but was she hiding embarrassment?
No way……
"……Got it."
Still puzzled by her attitude, I reluctantly went to the opposite side of the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
Then, very slowly…… stealthily…… Marin started inching toward me.
The humid warmth grew thicker bit by bit. Just as that invigorating mint scent filled my nostrils again—
Tap.
Her small shoulder bumped my arm. Marin, reading her book, glanced up with a frown.
Maybe it was the sunset glow, but her pale face looked a touch flushed, riper somehow.
"What is it, puppy? If you wanted to snuggle with your intellectual, beautiful owner, you should've said so sooner."
……She came over here. So shameless.
"Can't be helped if you want it. Body heat sharing is efficient for both of us."
Marin suddenly swept her hair behind her ear and stood. Without hesitation, she lowered her soft, squishy ass onto my outstretched thighs.
Slap.
Her still-damp back pressed right against me, my hardened cock sandwiched between.
A pleasant weight.
Like when she'd sat on the chair before the shower—her cool, damp little feet overlapped mine.
I felt her slightly sticky toes wiggling atop my feet.
But her expression remained utterly indifferent.
Clutching her bear plush tight, she yanked the blanket up and dove back into her book.
Lately, I'd noticed the women here treated me like furniture.
Not just the Dia residents—even Amelia. And without panties, grinding their asses on me? My cock never got a break.
Maybe because my name was Toilet?
If so, it was a hilariously apt name. Perfectly humiliating, living up to its value.
Thump, thump.
Listening to Marin's steady heartbeat, my curiosity about her daily life grew while she lounged like this.
So, eyeing the book in her hands—full of words I couldn't make sense of—I whispered,
"Miss, do you usually live this quietly by yourself?"
"By myself? ……No. I always spend time with Bear Bear."
That's not what I meant……
But it felt less like she was dodging and more like she genuinely didn't grasp the intent.
I decided to ask more directly.
"Then, aside from Bear Bear, do you have any real human friends?"
And at that moment—
Freeze.
Marin's wiggling feet stopped. Then they pressed hard into my calf.
"Friends?"
Her voice sent chills down my spine.
Marin, who had been expressionless moments ago, scowled deeply and looked up at me.
"What the hell even defines a relationship like that—from where to where?"