Amaha Byakuya somewhat awkwardly helped Akira Mado remove her black stockings.
Her shapely, fair legs were immediately on full display.
"Keep going..."
Then came Akira Mado's drowsy voice again.
"Keep going with what?"
Amaha Byakuya couldn't help but ask.
"Hot... take it all off..."
Hearing this, Amaha Byakuya could only comply.
Gradually, he calmed down as well. There was no way he would take advantage of Akira Mado while she was drunk. With pure intentions, there was nothing to overthink.
Then, Amaha Byakuya matter-of-factly helped Akira Mado undress.
Finally, only her undergarments remained...
Black... it suited Akira's style, he had to admit...
"Alright, get some rest now..."
After finishing all this, Amaha Byakuya gently adjusted Akira Mado's sleeping position, then covered her with the blanket.
But before he could finish his sentence, his hand was grabbed by Akira Mado.
"Don't leave..."
"Stay... with me."
This clearly wasn't sleep-talking.
Though drunk, Akira Mado still seemed to have some awareness.
With no other choice, Amaha Byakuya could only continue sitting on the bed.
Just then, Akira Mado suddenly sat up and embraced Amaha Byakuya from behind.
"Hehehe... caught you... tonight you belong only to me. No one can take you away, including that Eto~"
Even Akira Mado's tone of voice had become unusual.
"..."
Hearing Akira Mado's uncharacteristic way of speaking, Amaha Byakuya couldn't help but worry about her health. Drinking too much was harmful to the body.
"So... will you stay with me?"
Akira Mado suddenly whispered in Byakuya's ear.
"Alright, I won't leave."
Amaha Byakuya smiled helplessly.
"Sleep~time!"
Akira Mado seemed delighted, pulling Byakuya down onto the bed with her.
Then she fell asleep pressed against Byakuya's back.
Hearing Akira Mado's even breathing, Amaha Byakuya knew she had finally fallen asleep.
But he wasn't planning to leave tonight either, in case Akira suddenly woke up and not finding him there caused another scene.
Then Amaha Byakuya also closed his eyes to sleep.
...
When Amaha Byakuya was halfway through sleep, he was suddenly awakened by some movement.
Opening his eyes, he saw Akira Mado had somehow ended up sitting on his waist.
Though it was the middle of the night with no lights on, Byakuya could clearly see Akira Mado's face with his Rinnegan.
That flush on her cheeks showed she still hadn't sobered up...
"Akira...?"
Not knowing what Akira was planning, Amaha Byakuya tried calling out to her.
The next moment, Akira Mado suddenly pressed her lips to his.
And...
She made some very bold moves.
By the time Akira Mado released his lips, Amaha Byakuya's clothes had basically been pulled open.
Realizing what was likely about to happen, Byakuya immediately reminded her, "Akira, you don't seem to have sobered up yet..."
Hearing this, Akira Mado's face immediately showed displeasure. She puffed out her cheeks as if sulking.
"I've told you so many times—I'm not drunk. I'm perfectly lucid right now, and I know exactly what I'm about to do."
That was what she said, but her tone clearly carried a drunken slur.
Still, she definitely wasn't in the same passed-out state as when they'd first returned. She had sobered up to some degree.
At that moment, Akira Mado leaned in very close, her hazy eyes staring straight at Byakuya. "Could it be... you don't want to? Do that kind of thing... with me..."