The layout of the 'Love and Love' hotel was similar to other places:
Upon opening the door, there was a large rectangular bed, with mood lighting installed above the headboard and on the ceiling, which could be turned on at any time.
As soon as Hayato opened the door, Ayaka's mouth behind him formed a perfect 'O' shape.
Sakura, hiding behind Ayaka, followed her into the room.
Then she peeked inside.
Her cheeks were flushed, as if she had discovered a new world.
Only Hayato had no interest in such a sight.
He walked directly into the bathroom.
The bathroom wall was transparent glass, with a curtain-like cloth to block the view.
Even with Hayato showering, Sakura and Ayaka outside had no reason to be shy.
To Hayato, men's and women's restrooms, bathrooms, and changing rooms were always side by side. No big deal.
"There's warm water," Hayato said.
Ayaka couldn't grasp his composure.
"Hey… you don't come to places like this often, do you?"
"Not often."
"?" Ayaka wondered.
As a healthy young man, dubbed 'Jiangnan Wu Yanzu' pre-transmigration, Hayato had been to love hotels.
Ayaka glanced at Sakura.
Sakura, not jealous, gave a helpless, wry smile.
Ayaka was speechless.
We're all virgins, so why are you the exception?! Why!
She screamed internally but couldn't say it.
Hayato was about to close the bathroom door.
Ayaka stopped him:
"Saw a washing machine outside. Give me your clothes, I'll dry them."
Hayato paused.
Ayaka shouted, "Don't think weird things! Who's interested in your clothes!"
Don't treat me like a pervert! she thought.
Rarely were her thoughts and words aligned.
Hayato thought, it's the only way.
No spare clothes, two options:
Run out naked to wash them.
Or ask for help.
Hayato opened the door a crack, tossing out three pieces:
Hoodie, casual pants, underwear.
"Just throwing them everywhere," Ayaka complained.
She calmly picked up the hoodie, pants, then composedly grabbed the underwear.
"..."
Ayaka glanced at Sakura.
Sakura was seriously studying the hotel's structure.
Ayaka quickly stuffed the underwear into her top pocket.
Confirming Sakura didn't notice, she coughed twice:
"I'll be back soon, Sakura, stay here."
"Okay."
Sakura nodded obediently, sitting on the bed.
The bed was large; if school trip hotels had such beds, she'd have slept instantly after playing.
She noticed the nightstand drawer was open.
Investigating, she pulled out a round, vacuum-sealed plastic-wrapped item.
Words on the packaging.
Sakura read seriously: "Okamoto——"
Her brain froze. Japan's sex education was thorough; even pure, Sakura knew what it was.
Startled, she wanted to toss the 'dirty' thing.
Too shocked, she plopped onto the soft bed—something hard poked her butt.
The screen opposite lit up, blue light flickering.
"Ah~~~?" a delicate cry came from the TV.
"!"
Sakura was shocked!
A bare-skinned woman posed seductively onscreen, a cross-eyed man undressing.
Sakura covered her eyes, turning away.
The hotel's soundproofing was poor.
Applause-like sounds outside made Hayato, rinsing his head, curious:
"Sakura-senpai? Accidentally turn on the TV?"
Love hotel TVs played 'blockbusters'—adult films.
"I don't know how to turn it off——" Sakura's voice was near tears.
Clearly, she was frantic.
Never watching TV, she couldn't navigate the remote.
"Hmm…" Hayato said.
What could he do? Shout, 'Let me do it!' and rush out naked?
Too beautiful a scene to imagine.
"I'm going out!!" Sakura said.
A door opened and closed.
As Sakura closed the door, she saw the front desk staff approaching—
The auntie was worried.
Their hotel had hosted threesomes; recently, a fight over who went first led to police.
Last time, it was two dragons in a two-dragon-one-phoenix situation…
Even with two girls, caution was needed. With that handsome boy, if she were younger, she'd compete too.
The first round might be short, but tough!
She saw the blushing Sakura, hands clasped, flustered.
The auntie glanced; Sakura's spiraled eyes showed embarrassment.
"?"
So particular? Queuing?
No need to queue at the washing machine; guests didn't come to do laundry.
Ayaka felt pathetic.
Squatting by the washing machine, watching water churn, she sighed.
"Sigh…"
When could she do something proper?
She knew to wash outer clothes and underwear separately.
Now washing outer clothes; the briefs—
Ayaka pulled them from her pocket.
She stared quietly.
Connecting a face to underwear was absurd, but she saw Hayato's face.
…face.
Underwear.
…face.
Underwear.
Ayaka shook her head: Ayaka, you're not a pervert!
…Not if you don't get caught, right?
She stared longer.
Her eyes unfocused, pupils dilating.
She leaned her nose closer.
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