"Haaah~" With a satisfied sigh, Patchouli sat up, her mind hazy with euphoria.
The mana replenishment had been swift and potent, leaving her dizzy with pleasure.
Every inch of her body tingled with excess energy, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
Just this much contact had filled her to bursting... What if she went further?
The thought terrified her, and she shook her head violently, burying her face in her hands.
'This was a one-time emergency! I wouldn't betray Marisa again!'
'...Even if Marisa deserved it sometimes. No! Bad thought!'
Patchouli slapped her cheeks, then gently wiped Rin's lips, erasing all evidence.
Her gaze lingered on the sleep-inducing spell on his back.
'...Maybe I should leave it. Just in case.'
After smoothing his clothes, she patted his shoulder.
"Boss, wake up. It's done."
"Mmm...? Huh...?" Rin blinked groggily, stretching with an exaggerated yawn.
"How long was I out? My arm's sore..."
"About an hour. You slept on it heavily." Patchouli averted her eyes, cheeks flaming.
Technically, she'd been pinning it down while indulging...
'This sleep magic's scarily effective.'
"Must've been tired from Misty Lake. Did I... drool? My mouth feels weird."
"A-A little! But it's fine now!"
Her ears burned crimson, tempting enough to bite.
"Thanks for the fix. I'll get you that tea."
"Th-Thanks..."
As Rin left, Patchouli collapsed onto the bed, clawing at her pillow in shame.
Meanwhile, Rin licked his lips, amused.
'Patchy's kissing skills have surpassed Marisa's.. Speaking of whom—'
Marisa darted past like a startled rabbit, ducking behind the sofa.
"What are you doing?" Rin plucked her out by the collar.
"Shhh! Let go! She'll kill me!" Marisa flailed, but before she could hide again—
"MARISAAAAA!! THIS PHOENIX HAS RETURNED FROM ITS ASHES!!" Mokou's roar shook the store, her voice dripping murder.
"YOU DARE WRITE LEWD THOUGHTS IN MY HOMEWORK?!"
"COME OUT AND FACE YOUR DOOM!!"
"..." Rin raised an eyebrow.
"What exactly did you write?"
"How should I know?! You were the one distracting me!" Marisa pointed accusingly, shifting blame like a pro.
But as Mokou stormed in, her rage palpable, Marisa panicked—
And pointed her finger at Rin.
"IT WAS THE BOSS'S IDEA!"
"..." Mokou paused, glanced at Rin, then ignored him entirely, lunging at Marisa.
"YOU COWARD!!"
"HEY! WHY ME?!"
They tumbled across the floor, screeching and clawing, while Rin settled onto the couch, peeling an orange.
"Don't break anything, or you're both getting flagpole punishment."
"BOSS! HELP ME!" Marisa choked as Mokou locked her in a headlock, her face turning purple.
"Win this battle, and I'll add chicken to your dinner."
"NOW'S NOT THE TIME! GYAAAH—SHE'S CRUSHING MY WINDPIPE—!"
"HURTS! HURTS! I SURRENDER! I'LL HELP YOU BEAT UP THE BOSS!"
"MY ARM'S SNAPPING—!"
Despite her pleas, Mokou tightened her grip, pummeling Marisa into submission.
Within minutes, Marisa lay motionless, defeated.
Mokou panted, wiping her brow. It was at this moment, Marisa's eyes snapped open.
"GOTCHA!"
A swift kick sent Mokou crashing, and Marisa locked her in a scissor hold, squeezing for dear life.
"BOSS! HELP ME, AND TONIGHT'S GAME IS BACK ON!" Rin sat up straight, suddenly very attentive.
"Deal."