No, wait, how did comforting her suddenly turn into kissing?
Originally, Soyo could barely accept Kamijou Mutsuki comforting Tomori over there, but the moment she saw the two of them kissing, she immediately could not take it anymore.
Soyo could not help suspecting—was Tomori really drunk?
And even if she truly was drunk, was this all Tomori could think about after getting drunk?
This was seriously too disappointing!
Where had that innocent and adorable little penguin gone?
Soyo immediately stepped forward, wanting to pry Kamijou Mutsuki out of Tomori's embrace.
But at this moment, Tomori seemed to be hugging him especially tightly.
Then Soyo discovered in shock that she, a bassist, actually could not outmuscle Tomori, a vocalist?
She was directly pushed aside and sat down onto the bed.
Meanwhile, Kamijou Mutsuki clearly had not expected Tomori's actions either, instinctively trying to struggle free.
As for the result, there was naturally no need to elaborate.
And after realizing resistance was futile, he stopped resisting altogether.
After all, he did not dislike Tomori. On the contrary, he liked this little penguin very much.
Besides, with the strength in his arms, resisting truly had no meaning anyway.
And once he relaxed, he immediately sensed how different the girl was.
Tomori's kisses before this were proactive it had never been intense. It had felt like a clumsy little penguin timidly poking her head out, carefully testing the waters—shy and soft.
But the drunk Tomori felt completely different.
Not even mentioning the faint fragrance of alcohol, even her style had become much more aggressive.
Although it was not rough and remained extremely gentle, it no longer inspired the same urge to protect her as before. Instead, it inexplicably stirred desire in people's hearts.
Sitting beside them, Soyo stared blankly at the scene before finally reacting and stepping forward once more, trying to pull the two apart again.
Tomori, you can't... you absolutely can't do this!
Today was obviously supposed to be her home turf!
Let go of Mutsuki-kun already!
Don't kiss him~
Watching this utterly reversed situation before her eyes, Soyo could not help feeling indignant.
The Mutsumi-type fiancée was one thing, but now even harmless little-penguin Tomori could bully her too?
Although she was not especially resistant toward the relationship between Tomori and Kamijou Mutsuki, today alone was absolutely not okay!
Yet after trying with all her effort, the girl finally realized in despair...
Why was Tomori so strong!?
She really could not pry them apart!
Growing somewhat exasperated, the girl tried directly waking Tomori up, alternately shouting and shaking her.
But none of it had any effect. Instead, Tomori even pushed her aside somewhat impatiently.
Soyo could not help wondering whether Tomori was faking it.
But considering the girl's personality, she ultimately rejected that guess.
It could only be said that Tomori had gotten drunk in the perfect way.
Awake, but not completely awake!
She had perfectly bug-abused the situation, leaving Soyo utterly helpless.
And so, she could only watch as the little penguin pinned herself atop the person she liked and did whatever she wanted, while she herself could do absolutely nothing.
Soyo: I can't do anything!
At this moment, it felt as though she had returned to that night once again—except the person on top of Kamijou Mutsuki had changed from the little cucumber to the little penguin.
No, why did things turn out like this!?
Could it be she was born with some kind of innate "currently-being-NTR'd" physique?
Still, after barely calming down, Soyo also realized the difference between this time and last time.
Tomori was simply drunk. She was not deliberately trying to obstruct her.
That's right, she was just drunk—what could she possibly do about that?
Of course, she could only choose to forgive her!
Once Tomori was done, then it should finally be her turn, right?
Yet as she watched Tomori getting close to Kamijou Mutsuki right in front of her, Soyo could not help feeling more and more wronged inside.
Tomori, don't kiss him so hard...?
You're even using your tongue...
Tomori, don't touch there—I haven't even touched that yet!
And Kamijou Mutsuki too—was her chest really inferior to Tomori's?
As the intimacy between the two deepened further and further, Soyo gradually began to worry.
Tomori would not actually plan to, right in front of her...
Fortunately, however, the thing Soyo feared did not happen.
Not because Tomori did not want to. Right now, she was basically relying entirely on instinct to get close to Kamijou Mutsuki.
The main issue was...
Everything beyond this entered a complete knowledge blind spot for her.
It was like dreaming—if someone had never experienced certain things before...
Even if they dreamed about them, they would wake up because the "files" were missing.
Meanwhile, as Soyo watched the intimacy between the two, her gaze also became increasingly hazy.
Why was it still not over? Just how long was Tomori planning to keep kissing him?
Soyo herself had also eaten the liquor chocolates earlier, merely relying on the hangover medicine she took in advance to hold out.
But hangover medicine could not completely eliminate the effects of alcohol. After all the commotion just now, the aftereffects finally hit, and Soyo herself also became somewhat dazed.
Before long, she too entered that half-awake, half-asleep state Tomori had been in earlier.
With blurry eyes, she watched the intimate pair before her, softly humming as she drifted into sleep.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, the Mutsumi-type lay on her bed in pajamas, idly scrolling on her phone, though her mind was clearly elsewhere entirely.
"I wonder what Mutsuki is doing right now..."
After being suppressed by her for so long, Soyo had finally gotten her chance. She was definitely making her move by now, right?
She also understood that she could not keep guarding against Soyo forever unless she truly intended to drive her away.
After all, they had once been friends. If Soyo had not gone too far, things would never have ended up like that.
And she could tell that Kamijou Mutsuki actually did not dislike Soyo.
Rather, he did not dislike anyone in the band.
Hmph, what a womanizer...
She only hoped that after calming down for so long, Soyo would not act as impulsively as before.
As for the possibility of Soyo failing...
She had already given her such a huge opportunity—even in her own house, with such an overwhelming home-field advantage. Could things still go wrong?
Surely Master Soyo could not possibly choke this hard, right?
And just like that, an entire night passed.
When Kamijou Mutsuki woke up the next morning, he still felt slightly dizzy.
It could only be said that Soyo's chocolates really packed a punch.
Then, looking at Tomori beside him—her clothes slightly disheveled—his mood became somewhat complicated.
Even he had not expected things to end up like this.
It could only be said that fate had not stood on Master Soyo's side this time.
"Mutsuki-kun..."
Just as Kamijou Mutsuki was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly rang out beside him.
Turning his head, it was indeed Soyo.
She seemed to have just woken up as well, her eyes full of grievance.
Getting interrupted by the Mutsumi-type last time had been one thing, but after planning for so long this time, she had ended up making a wedding dress for Tomori instead. She felt utterly wronged inside.
And seeing the aggrieved look on the girl's face, even Kamijou Mutsuki—as the target of affection himself—felt she was somewhat pitiful.
It could only be said that repeatedly ending up like this was a talent in itself!
Somewhat helpless, Kamijou Mutsuki directly moved in front of Soyo. Under the girl's surprised gaze, he lifted her chin.
And then...
"Mmph..."
He directly lowered his head.
And feeling that familiar yet unfamiliar sensation, Soyo could not help widening her eyes.
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