Wrapped in a silk blanket, you stared at Kokonoi, who was slowly getting dressed with his back to you. I wanted to stick something sharp in his back, but there was nothing at hand. In this regard, Hajime was very prudent.

"I know you hate me, but it's better for you."

Without turning around, I answered with a Cocoon, but then I turned around anyway, looking at the bite marks and hickeys on your shoulders and neck that I left behind.

"Damn it... I'll buy you some hoodie to cover it all up."

He snorted with displeasure, turning away and continuing to dress, as if he hadn't spent an entire hour and a half satisfying his desires with your help.