The bunk quarters of the Command Wing were indeed a rare oasis, a sanctuary amidst the chaos that often surrounded them. Jin lay sprawled across the narrow confines of his bunk, his body completely relaxed as he succumbed to the powerful embrace of exhaustion. His chest rose and fell in a gentle, steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled frenzy he had just endured during the brutal encounter with the Crawler.
His once sturdy vault suit had been carefully peeled away, revealing a thin medical sheet that hung precariously low across his hips, offering only the slightest coverage to his well-defined physique. It barely managed to conceal the taut lines of his muscles.
As one looked closely, the evidence of his recent struggle became strikingly apparent. There were scars etched across his skin, each telling a story of past battles, while smudges of grime and dirt clung stubbornly to his flesh. Dried blood had caked along his ribs, remnants of the harrowing fight weighing heavily upon him, and the fine layer of dust coated the sweat-slicked contours of his chest.
In that moment of quiet, as he lay there, it was clear that the toll of the fight had left its mark—both physically and mentally—but for now, in the stillness of the bunk, he found a fleeting sense of peace.
Jin's state of vulnerability stood in sharp contrast to the heroic figure who had come to their rescue.
Sera let out a weary sigh, the sound escaping her lips as she rolled her shoulders with an audible grimace. Her once-lustrous silver hair was now matted and unkempt, a far cry from the polished look it typically held. The battered sports bra she wore had seen better days; it was torn and slipping down just enough to expose a generous hint of cleavage.
The material clung to her skin in a way that was almost indecent, plastered against her sweat-soaked body as a result of her exhausting ordeal.
With a touch of frustration lacing her voice, Sera muttered to herself, "Alright… I really need to take a shower. I'm completely wiped out from having to babysit this idiot." Her words, tinged with irritation, perfectly encapsulated the toll that the day had taken on her, both physically and mentally.
Clara stood just a short distance away, her hands nervously playing with the collar of her jumpsuit. Her orange-brown hair, looking tousled and damp, fell around her face in disarray, accentuating the redness in her cheeks which were bright cherry-pink from the anxiety coursing through her.
The fabric of her jumpsuit, unzipped all the way down to her waist, hung loosely around her frame, allowing the cool air to brush against her skin and outlining her figure in a way that betrayed her nerves. Her wide, expressive eyes flitted over to Jin's exposed form, taking in the sight with a mixture of concern and urgency.
With a worry in her voice, Clara barely managed to whisper, "B-But… Jin's still so dirty… Shouldn't we clean him first? What if his wounds get infected…? I-I could… help clean him up, I really want to make sure he's okay…" Her words tumbled out in a breathless rush, revealing her deep-seated unease about the situation as she shifted from one foot to the other, eager to take action but held back by fear for Jin's well-being.
Her voice trembled with a mix of concern and shy excitement, her gaze lingering on the faint definition of his abs.
Rosa, with an air of carefree confidence, slipped out of her vault suit and let it pool around her ankles, revealing snug underwear that accentuated her curvy figure. Her pink hair spilled over her bare shoulders as she approached, a playful grin on her face, clutching a steaming basin and a damp towel.
She teased Clara, "Well, well, look who's eager to explore every inch of our hero's impressive physique. Aren't you a cheeky one?"
With a wink, she let her towel brush against Jin's thigh as she set the basin down.
"Wha—no! D-don't twist it, Rosa!" Clara's cheeks flushed red.
Sera knelt beside the bed to examine Jin, noting that the med-gel patches Clara had applied were doing their job, but his skin was still smeared with dirt, dried blood, and dust.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed another towel, dipped it into the warm water, and began scrubbing Jin's arm with almost aggressive determination.
Sera concentrated, mumbling, "Clara's right. Rosa, you take care of his back, and Clara can clean his legs."
"Poor Jin… He's going to regret falling asleep," Rosa murmured, leaning closer and letting her breath warm Jin's neck. As she slowly glided the towel down his spine, her undershirt strained slightly against her movements, fingers lingering on his taut muscles.
As Jin shifted, the sheet slipped down, revealing the V-line of his hips.
With trembling hands, Clara wiped down his thighs, the towel inching dangerously close to the edge of the sheet. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his sculpted legs, her breath hitching.
Covering her face, Clara whimpered, "F—Fuweehh… I shouldn't be doing this… it's too much!" Yet her hands continued their work.
"Oh, don't stop now, Clara!" Rosa chimed in mockingly.
As she adjusted Jin's position, she giggled and dropped her towel, pressing her curves against his side with a mischievous smile.
Sera, blushing slightly, scoffed, "Tch… All these muscles just make it tougher to clean!"
She scrubbed his chest more vigorously, deliberately avoiding the revealing parts while her towel brushed against his pecs, her cheeks heating up.
Jin mumbled in his sleep, "No—no, not... ther~…"
His head lolled to the side, a small, playful smile forming on his lips.
Clara gasped, momentarily forgetting the towel.
"Oh my gosh, he's dreaming?!" she exclaimed, hands clasped over her mouth.
A giggle escaped her as amusement sparkled in her eyes, mixed with disbelief.
Clara chuckled, covering her face again, "Oh no, is he ticklish there? I didn't mean—!"
From her spot nearby, Rosa laughed heartily.
"Aw, listen to him. Looks like he's dreaming about us already!" she said, grinning.
Sera rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile crept onto her face as she stifled a laugh.
Once their task was finished, the girls gently laid a new thermal blanket over Jin, tucking it around his hips so the fabric clung enticingly to his form. Rosa brushed her fingers along his cheek and pushed back his hair.
"Sleep tight, hero. We'll be waiting for you…" she said softly, her voice laced with a warm, teasing promise.
"Idiot…" Sera muttered as she rearranged his pillow, fingers lingering on his shoulder.
"G-get well, Jin…" Clara whispered shyly, her eyes full of affection as she squeezed his hand, her face a deeper shade of crimson.
With Jin settled under the blanket, the trio turned towards the glowing bath module, its glass doors sliding open to release a warm, steamy air.
"I'm going first, make way!" Sera declared authoritatively, stepping forward as her silver hair cascaded down her back, the torn fabric of her sports bra revealing the soft curve of her breasts.
Clara fidgeted nervously, stammering, "T-Together… the three of us…? I-I've never… done anything like this…"
She instinctively raised her hands in a protective gesture, only to shyly drop them as her jumpsuit slid down to her waist, revealing her fair skin and the gentle curve of her chest.
Her hands fluttered up in a bid to shield herself before lowering bashfully as her jumpsuit edged down her hips, exposing her pale complexion and the outline of her chest.
Rosa flashed a mischievous grin, playfully suggesting, "Oh, come on, darlings! Just imagine the fun—slippery bodies and maybe a bit of... exploration~"
With a flourish, she tossed aside her underwear and confidently stepped into the steam, her pink hair framing her alluring pose and her breasts bouncing freely.
Steam billowed from the large circular tub, wrapping itself in the warm air. A soft light sparkled on the water's surface.
With her hair cascading over her shoulders, Rosa settled at the far edge of the tub. Letting out a deep sigh, she leaned back against the smooth curve.
Her eyes closed in bliss, Rosa mused, "I think I'd be perfectly content to die happy right now."
For the first time since waking up, all the tension in her shoulders had vanished.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Clara sat more reservedly, washing her arms as the steam flushed her cheeks. Occasionally, she glanced toward the glass wall that separated them from the main dorm.
With a voice laced with concern, Clara remarked, "I really hope he's okay… he looked so pale. It's hard to believe he fought those creatures and just... fell."
Only her shoulders peeked above the water as she sank deeper into the warmth.
Sera, silent since they'd entered the bath, gazed off into the distance, letting the hot water ease her knotted muscles. When she finally spoke, her usual sharp tone was softened.
"What an idiot," she reflected, pausing to run her fingers through her silver hair. "He was always so reckless, always putting everything ahead of himself."
Rosa cracked one eye open, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she teased, "Oh really? Are you getting worried about our hero now?"
Sera's cheeks turned a deeper shade as she shot back defensively, "Hmph! I-I'm not!"
Clara stifled a giggle at their banter, though her anxious expression remained. With her chin resting on the water, she hugged her knees to her chest and whispered, "He..He saved us. All of us."