Arisu Sakayanagi's POV
"Huh. For a girl, you are certainly far too comfortable showering in a boy's dormitory room, Arisu-chan..." The platinum-blonde girl murmured, her voice a low, relaxed hum that vibrated pleasantly through her chest where my head rested.
We were both submerged in the warm, steamy water of the bathtub, completely and utterly naked.
I was laid back against her, my body nestled between her legs, the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts providing a perfect pillow against my back.
This was one of the most undeniable benefits of having this female form; I could share an intimate moment like this with another girl without it being perceived as creepy or having ulterior motives.
I could even playfully squeeze her breasts or run my hands over her body under the guise of casual, friendly touch, and it would be seen as nothing more than girlish affection.
"Fufufu... The very same could be said for you, Fuka-chan," I chuckled back, the sound dripping with my clear enjoyment of the situation.
I was luxuriating in the physical perks of being a girl while, in a separate part of my consciousness, my original male body was mentally scrolling through a digital grocery list, completely detached from the sensual reality of the bath.
"Well, I trust you enough to believe in the character of the boy who lives here and the fact he will not be arriving back anytime soon. Moreover, this insufferable weather is simply too hot to endure without a proper bath," Fuka Kiryuin stated pragmatically as she poured a generous amount of shampoo into her palm.
Her fingers, strong yet surprisingly gentle, began to work the lather into my scalp, massaging and washing my hair with a practiced ease.
I let out a soft, involuntary groan of comfort, my eyes fluttering closed.
While the benefits of this female body were numerous and often delightful, there were, of course, limits to what it could achieve.
Fuka, for all her openness, was not a lesbian and did not harbor those specific romantic or sexual thoughts toward women.
Our relationship, as deeply trusting as it was, remained firmly within the boundaries of friendship.
If that were not the case, I would have already taken her to my bed and thoroughly explored every inch of her stunning body long ago.
"Of course, you can trust him," I affirmed, my voice slightly muffled by the water and her ministrations. "I have known him for a very long time. He will be a great help to my project in the future; in fact, he was the one who originally proposed the core concept. He is a bit of a loner, however, so please… do not scare him off when you finally meet him, Fuka-senpai..."
"Speaking of this project of yours," Fuka said, her hands pausing for a moment in my hair, her tone shifting into one of serious caution. "Are you not being excessively confident, Arisu-chan? You have spent almost your entire personal fortune on its development... and from the reports I have seen, it is, at its heart, just a very advanced chatbot."
The concern in her voice was palpable, a rare display of genuine worry from the typically unflappable woman.
"Fufufu... Does that mean you would like to make a wager on its success, Fuka-senpai?" I purred, a playful and challenging smirk curling my lips. I shifted my position in the tub, the water sloshing gently as I turned around to face her directly, no longer presenting my back to her but instead locking my gaze with hers.
Now, I had an unobstructed, close-up view of her magnificent naked form.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, her body sculpted with the kind of perfection one usually only sees in classical statues or high-fashion models.
Some ignorant people might claim she was overrated, pointing to her defeat by the likes of Nagumo or placing her on the same tier as Koenji, but those were the whispers of fools.
It was an undeniable fact that the woman sitting before me, was a veritable goddess.
She was also far richer than I was, and her family's background and influence were profoundly stronger than my own, no matter what the gossipmongers dared to say.
Knowing the events of the canon timeline from my past life, I had spared no effort since early childhood to befriend and secure this alliance.
Our families were already connected through intricate business dealings and political dynasties, which provided the perfect foundation.
My current identity as a girl did the rest, effortlessly dismantling the final barriers of her natural vigilance.
That was another reason I had grown to love this female form; it granted me a unique and powerful duality, allowing me to operate and manipulate situations from two entirely different perspectives simultaneously.
Maybe it was finally the right time to push her, to gently guide her into embracing my male self fully.
We could do so many soft, intimate things together, the three of us, my female persona, my male body, and her; forever intertwined in a perfect, loving embrace that would never have to end.
"Arisu-chan..." Fuka's voice cut through my vivid daydream, her tone laced with a hint of concern as she studied my face. "Are you alright? Or… did your first day of school not go how you wanted?"
From her perspective, of course, my absence from class had been due to a sudden illness.
The truth, however, was far more physically demanding. I had been utterly exhausted after an intense, unrestrained 'exercise' session with my male self in his dorm room.
No restraint, no hesitation, just hours of reckless passion that left me sleeping half-naked on the dorm sofa.
When I had finally woken up, my first action was to invite Fuka over, but only after I had meticulously scrubbed the room clean of every last trace of our sexual activity, the tangled sheets, the scent of sweat and skin, everything.
I had then offered her a bath, even though I myself had already showered; I simply loved the sensation of being in water and would happily spend the rest of my life submerged in its cool embrace if I could.
"It's fine, Fuka-chan…" I said with a small smile, brushing a strand of lilac hair from my cheek. "Speaking of which, since the day we became friends, you've never really opened your heart to anyone or shown any interest in boys. Do you want me to introduce you to someone? He's not a genius like us, and not rich either, but there's something about him… a kind of presence that's hard to ignore."
She looked at me with a deeply weirded-out expression, one eyebrow arching slightly. "First, you are obsessed with developing this strange chatbot of yours, and now, out of nowhere, we are talking about boys? Can you please not speak so erratically and derail the topic so abruptly, Arisu-chan?"
"Fufufu... You will not regret either of them, Fuka-chan, I can promise you that," I chuckled, my expression shifting from playful to intensely serious as I held her gaze. "So, let's return to my plan. Do you want to invest in my project or not?"
She fell into a contemplative silence for a long moment, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the tub.
Then, she answered with a sincere, solid tone. "You are my best friend, Arisu-chan. I will personally invest in your project, even if it ultimately ends as a failure. And since you are so confident in it, I will place my trust completely in what you are doing."
"Yay...! You are the absolute best, Fuka-chan!" I squealed, surging forward through the water to wrap my arms around her in a tight, dripping hug, pressing my face against the soft, slick skin of her chest and rubbing my cheek against her like an affectionate cat.
She stiffened slightly under the sudden, intimate contact.
"Uhm... Arisu-chan?" she said, her voice a mixture of awkwardness and fond exasperation.
I took a deep, deliberate breath, inhaling the clean fragrance of her soap mixed with the unique, warm scent of her own skin.
I then tilted my head back to look up at her, my face the picture of playful innocence. "Well then, now that business is settled... let's continue our bath."
"Okay..." Fuka sighed, a sound of resigned acceptance, probably having given up entirely on convincing me to detach myself from her body.
She began stroking my lilac hair again with one hand, a soothing, rhythmic motion, while I allowed my own hand to drift down and playfully, casually cup and knead her breast for a little while longer before we finally returned to the simple, silent comfort of bathing together.