The weekend passed through Saturday's pervasive floral fragrances. Time transitioned toward Sunday.
Today, Bokue rose even earlier than yesterday—already awake by eight AM sharp.
After all, he'd promised helping Mimori relocate. Considering MAR research facilities normally hosted numerous employees coming and going, witnesses to moving operations would generate unnecessary complications—even if ultimately manageable.
Executing everything during unpopulated Sunday hours constituted the optimal solution.
Additionally, yesterday Bokue had thoroughly established "coordinates" within Mimori's being. Today, even absent Nagisa's guidance, destination-finding posed zero difficulties.
Scene transition—after home breakfast consumption, Bokue flash-teleported directly toward yesterday's all-day location: MAR medical research facility's luxury suite interiors.
Compared to last night's departure state, minimal changes had occurred here.
Except for scattered empty chip bag packaging beside sofas, plus drained instant milk tea cups atop coffee tables.
Obviously, post-departure last night, a certain lady doctor had indulged minor midnight snacking—without subsequent cleanup.
Realizing this, Bokue suddenly understood why yesterday's post-dinner priority for Nagisa had been immediately washing empty dishes, pots, and utensils in the kitchen.
After all, this slovenly lady doctor genuinely never cleaned anything.
If yesterday's dinner dishes hadn't been washed immediately—left sitting until pre-departure moments before accidentally forgotten—he'd probably be witnessing sink-fulls of overnight-fermented, odor-emanating decay right now.
Truly terrifying...
Bokue shook his head. Magnetic force radiated outward from his form, instantly decomposing scattered snack packaging across coffee tables and floor surfaces until complete disappearance occurred. He lifted his head, surveying surroundings.
Currently: eight-thirty AM.
Whether due to excessively early arrival timing remained uncertain. At this hour, Mimori apparently hadn't awakened yet. Complete silence pervaded exterior living areas through corridors.
'Despite agreeing to today's move, she's completely disregarding it...'
Bokue felt he'd substantially grasped this lady doctor's daily lifestyle aesthetics.
'Whatever. Checking the bedroom directly.'
This decided, Bokue traversed living spaces toward interior corridor positions. He navigated familiar pathways toward yesterday's bedroom entrance.
Pressing the door handle and pushing gently—it opened immediately.
Bokue lightened his footsteps while entering. The bedroom's overnight atmosphere didn't feel stagnant whatsoever. Instead, faint pleasant fragrances permeated interior air.
This scent, Bokue had only encountered within Nagisa, Yukina, and similar maidens' rooms previously. Perhaps exclusively maiden-specific fragrances? Yet unexpectedly, Mimori's room possessed them too.
Should I say "befitting an oversized maiden"? Despite exceeding thirty years, she remains completely unreliable—practically indistinguishable from high school girls.
"Nom nom~"
Gentle sleep-talk transmitted from bed directions. The young man lifted his gaze.
Atop the expansive full-size bed, Mimori slept soundly as anticipated—sprawled spread-eagle across bedding surfaces rather than beneath them. Her post-bath sleepwear had loosened two chest buttons overnight, exposing bulging, snow-white skin beneath.
Incredibly difficult imagining a thirty-something mother adopting such sleeping postures.
Bokue approached bedside, bending to lift her for proper bedding placement.
Theoretically, extracting bedding for coverage represented gentler alternatives. Except Mimori's weight distribution proved excessively heavy. Plus, her completely-splayed limbs formed perfect "big character" shapes—pinning bedding entirely beneath herself. Extracting bedding under these circumstances would require flipping the lady doctor completely.
Lifting her seemed simpler.
However, precisely when Bokue's hands contacted Mimori's body, the previously-deeply-sleeping lady doctor suddenly vocalized indistinct syllables between lips and teeth.
"Bokue... dear..."
Subsequently, she extended arms directly—eyes still unopened while groping upward, embracing the young man's neck before aggressively kissing his cheeks and lips.
'??'
Quite... unexpected.
Bokue confirmed Mimori had definitely been sleeping previously. Yet barely touching triggered automatic clinging. At this rate, legs would join the equation imminently too.
Literally attempting those activities before even opening her eyes?
"Obasan, are you awake?"
"Mm..."
Mimori's indistinct murmurs answered Bokue.
She displayed zero response intentions whatsoever. Simply embracing his neck while tightly wrapping both legs around his waist—entire body transforming into koala-style attachment.
This continued through extended kissing and nuzzling intervals.
"...Hm?"
Apparently finally recognizing her sleep-motion quantity seemed excessively abnormal, Mimori's movements paused fractionally. Following eyelash trembling, she gradually opened drowsy eyes.
The young man's face filled her vision at intimate proximity.
"Eh? Bokue dear... why arrive so early?"
Drowsiness not yet fully dissipated, Mimori reflexively displayed delighted expressions—unconsciously moistening her lips.
Bokue simply sat bedside while holding her, eyebrow raising.
"Didn't we agree yesterday about today's relocation assistance? Moving to Keystone Gate."
"Eh? Ah... right, that was mentioned."
Mimori nodded vacantly. Brief contemplation preceded sudden sideways head-turning toward the young man's rear positioning.
"By the way—did Nagisa-chan and Avrora-chan not accompany you today?"
"No, they didn't come today."
Bokue delivered straightforward truth.
"I see..."
Mimori released gentle relief sighs upon hearing this. Subsequently, however, she pouted toward the frontal young man with minor complaints.
"Well~ whatever. I'd considered avoiding Nagisa somewhat for these matters. Except after yesterday's situation... nothing left worth avoiding anyway."
Even her pouting mannerisms prove indistinguishable from maidens.
Bokue contemplated internally.
Though now comprehending Mimori's implications, he leaned downward—kissing the embraced lady doctor's lips before rotating to lay her against bedding.
From overhead perspectives, Mimori's chest garments parted fractionally. Her still-maiden-like adorable features flushed faintly pink. Somewhat embarrassed stammering emerged.
"D-don't overdo things though... After all, no breakfast yet. If hypoglycemia causes me fainting midway..."
"Relax. I know proper execution."
Statement concluded, Bokue lifted her sleepwear hem directly—pressing his scalding member against the small flower's plump, snow-white labial folds.
Then—
Squelch!
"Hngh!!"
As morning's first penetration achieved complete depth within her passage—
'Going... I'm going ahhhhhhh!!'
A single thrust delivered Mimori to climax instantly!
In this moment, Mimori understood clearly: she'd become the young man's complete possession.
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