Maki was still thinking about what she had just said.
But Nemuri understood what Mei was implying and snapped, "What's with that imagination of yours, bitch?"
Mei didn't even look at her.
Instead, she grabbed Maki's large hand and pulled it closer to her face, her fingers tightening around his wrist as if claiming it.
Then she parted her lips and slowly dragged her tongue over his middle finger. It wasn't a light touch—it was deliberate, slow, and warm, her tongue flattening against his skin as she traced every inch.
She licked from the tip near the nail all the way down toward the knuckle, unhurried, almost teasing, her saliva spreading in a glossy trail as she went.
He felt the heat of her mouth immediately—the slick glide, the damp warmth clinging to his skin. His pulse quickened as he watched.
Looking down, he saw her deliberately coating his finger, making sure it was completely wet, her eyes half-lidded as she worked her tongue over it again.
Then she sealed her lips around the tip of his middle finger and gently sucked.
The warmth of her mouth closed in around him, soft and tight. He felt the subtle pressure of her teeth grazing lightly, the smooth movement of her tongue swirling around his finger, pressing underneath and along the sides.
His breath caught as his finger slipped a little deeper, sliding past her lips, brushing against the back of her tongue—
"Uck—!"
She jerked back suddenly, pulling away as a cough forced its way out of her.
"Ugh—cough—cough—!"
Nemuri burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Deserved, bitch."
Mei ignored her completely.
Instead, she looked up and met Maki's gaze.
"You taste really sweet…" she said softly.
Then she hugged his arm again, pressing it closer against her chest.
Maki raised an eyebrow, completely unsure how to respond.
"A-are you into fingers or something?"
The women stopped walking.
They tried to process what he had just said.
And for some reason, they all burst into laughter at the same time.
He became even more confused.
They continued laughing as they walked toward the room, completely unbothered by his reaction.
When they reached the room, the sliding door automatically opened.
They entered.
Mei let go of his arm and walked toward the water dispenser in the corner. She really needed water.
Nemuri, however, was still hugging his other arm.
Maki then walked toward the open window where he had placed his wet hoodie.
But something caught his eye.
From the part of the hoodie still inside the room, a white pointed object was sticking out from the hood.
It looked like folded paper.
He walked closer and bent down slightly. Grabbing the hood of his hoodie, he opened it.
Inside, he found an origami.
Nemuri noticed it too. It looked like a butterfly.
Of course, Nemuri knew who was capable of such a thing.
Maki stared at it.
He felt… something.
But he didn't know what.
Nemuri smirked slightly.
"Maki, looks like you received a love letter."
"Love letter? You mean this paper?" he asked.
Mei chimed in from behind.
"Oh~ even the angel has fallen for you," she teased.
He examined the butterfly carefully.
"Is this thing alive? Why do I feel like it's alive?" he muttered, tilting his head.
He couldn't explain why he felt that way.
Mei chuckled at his curious expression.
"Well, it seems like you need some basic education about things. Tell me, darling, didn't your mother teach you something?" she said provocatively toward Nemuri.
Nemuri rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, bitch. It's not my fault he got distracted by my beauty and lost focus while I was explaining things."
Mei shrugged.
"Hmmm. Maybe because you were naked while teaching him. Or are you just better at teaching sex education?"
"What did you say?!" Nemuri shouted.
She let go of Maki's arm and marched toward Mei, who was also approaching her.
Their usual argument was starting again.
Meanwhile, Maki kept observing the origami in his hand.
He could feel something from it, but he couldn't understand what.
He gently blew on the paper.
Unbeknownst to him, the origami could transmit sensations directly to its creator.
In another chamber, Konan suddenly blushed.
Black Maria noticed.
"Konan, why is your face red?"
Konan didn't respond, but her legs trembled slightly.
Monet and Black Maria exchanged looks before teasing her.
Monet smirked. "Hey, Konan… don't tell me you've got a vibrator inside you right now?"
Black Maria added casually, "That's a bad habit, Konan."
Konan's expression remained mostly stoic, but she murmured softly,
"He touched me?"
That only made them more confused.
Shouldn't she be embarrassed?
Yet she didn't seem shy at all.
Back in the clinic room, after inspecting the origami for a while, Maki stored it in his inventory.
He was curious about it.
He would check it later.
He yawned and looked at Nemuri and Mei, who were still arguing.
"I'm going to rest now. What about you two?"
That immediately stopped them.
They both smiled.
"I'll sleep with you, just like before," Nemuri said.
"Count me in," Mei added.
"I don't think the bed here can hold three. Didn't you say there's a teachers' room here?" he tried to reason.
They didn't listen.
Nemuri grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the curtained area where he had slept before.
Mei followed right behind them.
The bed was barely large enough.
Maki lay in the middle.
Nemuri lay on his right side, hugging his arm tightly, her head resting on his shoulder.
Mei lay on his left side, clinging to his other arm.
They both pressed close to him, as if in silent competition.
Maki, exhausted, slowly drifted off to sleep.
And it seemed the rivalry between the two women was far from over.
(*/∀＼*) Mei was on the left, pressing in closer until her lips brushed his skin before her tongue dragged slowly, firmly along the side of his neck. She didn't just trace it—she pressed into him, flattening her tongue against his pulse, licking with slow, heavy strokes that left a glistening trail in their wake.
Nemuri watched for a heartbeat, then mirrored her on the right. She leaned in deeper, her mouth opening wider before her tongue slid along the other side of his neck, slow and deliberate, pressing harder each pass. She licked with intent, savoring the warmth of his skin, her breath hot and steady as she worked along the sensitive line beneath his ear.
He remained asleep in his seat, unmoving, while the two women continued their relentless exploration—tongues dragging, pressing, and stroking in slow, intense motions along the sides of his neck, their rhythm growing heavier with each lingering lick.