“…The bathroom is just visible from the dressing area. No frosted glass at all.”
“It’s a love hotel.”
“Naturally.”
Couples at a love hotel are obviously not here for modesty, so being seen naked is presumably not on the worry list.
We got out of our clothes and walked into the bathroom. Reona and Riona were, as ever, not bothering with towels. Display-first philosophy.
“Ryouya-kun, sit here. Riona and I are going to wash you.”
“I can wash myself, really.”
“Don’t hold back.”
I lost the resistance and got forced down onto a bath chair. Reona and Riona started in on my hair with shampoo.
“Guys’ hair really is easier — it’s short.”
“My hair’s short too, but Nee-chan’s long is more work.”
I was frozen and silent; they were having a great time. Once they’d done the hair they moved to the body, and their hands started heading lower.
“Lower body, I’ll handle myself, please.”
“Aw, but at this point between us, shyness seems redundant.”
“Give me the reason you don’t want.”
“Th-that’s—”
If they touched the danger zone, the desperate logic-grip I had on my lower body was going to slip. The mechanism would activate. I could not say that out loud, obviously.
“Not saying anything means there’s no actual problem, right?”
“Hold still.”
“H-hey!?”
They ignored my protest. I sat there in mental nirvana mode trying to not react. Each second felt like minutes. Eventually they finished, and as I started to feel relief — no relief was incoming.
“Now we want Ryouya to wash me and Nee-chan.”
”…Please pass on that one.”
“Hm. So we wash you, but you won’t return the favor.”
“No, no — I was washed against my will, let’s keep the facts straight. And — using that framing makes me sound like trash, stop.”
I tried full-strength resistance and lost. I ended up washing them.
I started with Reona’s hair. Worked the shampoo into a lather. The long hair took a while, but I got through it.
“I’ll rinse with the shower, close your eyes.”
“Mm. Thanks.”
I rinsed the shampoo out. The lather went down fast under the water pressure.
“Ryouya-kun, you seem… used to washing a girl’s hair?”
“I had the same thought — Ryouya, experienced?”
“Sort of.”
“Oh — so we weren’t the first.”
“I’d like details on who, and how, and in what context.”
I’d been so locked-in on managing my lower half that I’d answered carelessly. Reona and Riona delivered a wave of pressure that finally cracked my concentration enough to register I’d messed up.
“W-when Mio was small, I used to wash her hair, that’s all.”
“Hm. Is that true? If you’re lying I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”
“Ryouya, you’ll get a punishment worse than death if this is a lie.”
“You can call Mio right now and confirm, if you want.”
I scrambled through that explanation. Loose lips, etc. I had to simultaneously manage my lower body and parse my dialogue for landmines, and it was incredibly demanding. Needless to say.
“Could you give me a break…?”
“Aw, no chest, no lower body?”
“This is where it gets good.”
“Things are genuinely critical down there right now.”
I pleaded incoherently, lost again, and ended up washing their bodies as well. They at least let me skip the most intimate parts, though the dissatisfied expressions said they’d been planning to make me wash those too. Even with a classmate, who agrees to that?
”…It’s cramped. I want out.”
“Aw, we’re all three of us in here — let’s enjoy it.”
“Doesn’t happen often.”
“It does not happening often is preferable, actually.”
The tub was not engineered for three, and we were necessarily packed in. Multiple kinds of bad.
I escaped out the moment I saw a gap. They didn’t chase me, so maybe they’d satisfied themselves.
”…So tired. Going to sleep.”
I toweled my hair dry, put on a bathrobe, and crashed on the sofa. Consciousness was about to slip. Sleep imminent. I did not yet know that going to sleep first was going to get me interrogated in the morning.