Urr suddenly started touching her crotch while drunk, fidgeting around. Though intoxicated, her flushed face made her look almost like she was in heat.
As she squirmed, making small moans and whimpering sounds while wiggling her hips, the three others watched awkwardly before approaching to check on her condition.
They tilted their heads, wondering if Urr's drunk behavior was actually self-pleasure.
It was surprising since when previously asked about sexual curiosity, she had pretended to have no interest at all. Yet here she was, getting aroused after drinking.
They couldn't tell if this was a hidden habit she'd been concealing, or if alcohol simply made her body heat up. One thing was certain though—Urr was making incredibly lewd sounds right now.
With everyone gathered together, there wasn't much they could immediately do. They just needed to wake her up later without making her feel too ashamed.
Of course, they would still take pictures.
Click. The sound of Sera's camera shutter was followed by Aria and Karen also starting to photograph Urr. Despite being surrounded by clicking sounds, Urr continued squirming and rubbing herself.
When they grabbed her shoulders to wake her, Urr finally stopped and opened her bleary eyes. After that, she just did whatever the girls told her to.
All of it was captured perfectly on Sera's phone.
Wearing mouse pajamas, Sera giggled in front of her vanity before throwing herself onto the bed. Lying on her stomach, she tapped at her screen, shoulders shaking with laughter.
She shook her head from side to side and alternated between folding and stretching her legs.
It had been fun, she thought, her lips curling into a smile.
Though Urr had twisted her body as if in heat, they'd managed to stop her before any real disaster happened, like her putting her hands inside or going all the way.
Still, she'd learned some good information that she could bring up next time she talked with Urr.
She was looking forward to seeing what adorable expression Urr would make.
Sera's lips curled upward, and among the photos she was sending, Urr's reply came back.
[Urr: I hate you, Sera.]
Whether because she was a slow typist or just wanted to express her feelings directly, Urr was simply adorable. Sera could imagine Urr's face—wanting to say so much but only able to express how upset she was.
She pictured Urr with puffed cheeks, fuming, and it made her eyes crinkle with amusement.
"Ah, so cute..."
Sera squirmed around before rolling halfway over. She stretched her arms toward the ceiling and quickly tapped her screen. The plain default background changed to a cute photo of Urr.
A selfie of Sera hugging Urr, who was struggling between drunkenness and sleepiness.
Sera looked at it with a mischievous smile, then hugged her phone and squirmed around again.
**
"...!!"
After receiving the photos from the girls, I couldn't help but be shocked.
Getting so drunk that I blacked out after opening just one beer can was one thing, but the real problem was the crazy drunken behavior I'd apparently displayed.
I looked through the photos sent by Sera, Aria, and Karen one by one until I couldn't bear to see any more, so I read them and then deleted them. I sent messages to all of them saying I was upset.
I had a lot I wanted to say, but if I sent voice messages, Professor might look at me strangely, so I stuck to text messages.
I was frustrated but helpless. All I could do was fume and tremble.
Putting my hands between my legs like I was in heat was bad enough, but all those photos of me clinging to the girls while drunk filled me with self-loathing.
I kissed Aria's cheek? I hugged Sera tightly and wouldn't let go...? I even embraced Karen closely. Seriously, how much did I...
Considering the room was booked for four hours, and I got drunk right after arriving, that meant four hours of evidence like this.
It was shocking. I pulled at my hair, wanting to deny the scenes I was seeing. I tried to maintain a calm expression so Professor wouldn't look at me strangely, but I must have been too obvious because Professor's gaze fixed on me.
I briefly met Professor's eyes before finally sighing, unable to bear it.
"Urr, you've looked unwell for a while now. Is something wrong?"
"...It's, it's nothing."
Why am I so bad at hiding my emotions?
It was a moment of self-reproach.
Though concerned, Professor hadn't demanded to see what was bothering me, but now asked directly.
"Come on, I won't get angry, so tell me whatever it is. Professor is on your side."
"...Hmm."
Would Professor really not get angry?
Could I calmly explain that after begging Professor to let me go play with my friends, I passed out after one beer and created a black history for myself?
Would Professor forbid me from drinking again after this incident?
Of course, of course I wouldn't drink again anyway, but thinking Professor might not believe that promise made me keep my mouth shut.
And that series of changing expressions prompted Professor to press further.
"Come on, tell me."
The once gentle voice shifted slightly to a commanding tone.
Hesitating, I sat down on the bed and looked at Professor. Professor also sat down opposite me, waiting for my answer.
In the ensuing silence, I felt a stabbing sensation in my chest.
"Well, when I went out with the girls, actually..."
"Yes?"
"I drank alcohol."
"Huh...? Why? No, well, I suppose you could have had some. That's okay."
Professor nodded, seeming to think that was within acceptable limits.
Sure, drinking a little is fine. But that wasn't the problem. Professor also knew I wasn't agonizing over just that, and waited for me to continue.
Thinking I couldn't just let this pass quietly, I squeezed my eyes shut and held out my phone.
"I, I don't remember anything after drinking... The girls sent me photos of me drunk, and I'm so embarrassed..."
If nothing else, I didn't want to hide things from Professor and end up in bigger trouble.
I might not be allowed to play with the girls anymore, or might only be allowed to go out under Professor's supervision, but I couldn't deceive Professor who clearly wanted to address this incident.
Professor glanced at the phone and furrowed their brow.
"...So that's why you couldn't answer properly when I asked if you had fun earlier?"
My shoulders flinched.
Professor seemed to understand and handed the phone back to me.
"Did the girls do anything strange to you?"
"...N-no. I think it was just me acting that way."
"That's good then. It seems your friends didn't take advantage of you."
After I nodded once, Professor smiled bitterly and opened their arms.
I glanced up cautiously. The posture and expression seemed to be inviting me for a hug. Unable to escape the atmosphere, I went with the flow and squeezed my eyes shut.
As I leaned into Professor's embrace, they stroked my back.
"It seems you can't handle alcohol well. You won't drink next time, right?"
"...Yes, I really won't drink anymore."
"Then it's fine."
Professor continued, as if comforting me.
"Well, embarrassing things happen when you're with friends. I just hope Urr learns what to be careful about from this experience."
"Yes. I will."
I buried my face in Professor's embrace. Hugging Professor tightly, I felt a warm comfort that made me not want to let go.
At first I was reluctant, but once I was in the embrace, I didn't want to leave. I wondered if I was the only one feeling this way, and it felt strange.
"By the way, Urr must have been disappointed."
"..."
"You wanted to hang out with your friends, even sneaking out to the Academy, but you spent four hours drunk and then came back?"
My lips turned downward. My expression probably contorted, but since my face was buried in Professor's embrace, they couldn't see it.
I nodded in that position, and Professor smiled bitterly while patting my back.
"Then shall we have a party together?"
"...What?"
I lifted my head slightly from the embrace and looked up at Professor.
Seeing Professor's gentle smile made my mind go blank. I tilted my head, confused about what having a party with Professor meant.
"Would you like to eat pizza?"
"Aren't you full, Professor?"
"I can just have one slice."
"...Then I'd like that."
After I nodded slightly, Professor chuckled and picked up their phone. After placing the order, they embraced me again.
I closed my eyes and remained still, intoxicated by the warmth.
It felt like I could fall asleep just like this. But I was also slightly excited about having a pizza party with Professor.
Yes, I was so disappointed. For my first time hanging out with friends, I wasted four hours by getting drunk, and I felt such regret that I wanted to make up for it somehow.
That's what the pizza party with Professor was for.
"Ah, it's here already."
The doorbell rang after time had passed without notice.
Professor got up, and I followed them to the living room.
I took bites of pizza while chatting with Professor in the living room with the delivered pizza.
Professor told funny stories, and it felt like I was enjoying the atmosphere I'd missed earlier. It wasn't exactly the same kind of fun, or even comparable, but it somewhat made up for it.
"Hee."
I grinned and stuffed pizza into my mouth.