I look for her inhaler.

Augh! I love you, Krauss and Natsuhi, but how could you be so foolish? You left your daughter alone with some stranger and didn't even bother to tell him about her medical condition, or where she kept the inhaler to deal with it! I began turning the room upside down noisily, **** to right my wrong.

... When suddenly a knock came on the door. That servant, Kanon, was rushing to his lady's rescue. That must be why Natsuhi didn't bother telling me. If Kanon was stationed nearby and heard Jessica so much as cough once, that dashing lad would be running through the door. Of course, I had locked the door. That implied a desire for privacy, but nonetheless, he was hammering for my attention. "Milady? Mr. Player? Please, open up at once!"

I glanced back at Jessica, recognizing once more that I had blasted her face and hair with my ejaculation. If Kanon came in and saw that, I expected my time as a guest in the Ushiromiya mansion would come to an abrupt end. It's nothing to worry about! Natsuhi prepared me for this, Kanon! I've got her inhaler, uh...

"Sir?!" I heard the voice shout, sounding even more urgent. "Lady Natsuhi gave me this task. Please, Mr. Player! Milady is...!"

Aaagh shut up, Kanon! I didn't say that, instead racking my brain for where I might have missed. She won't die, okay? It's not possible for me to cause someone's ****. I just have to think of...

Oh, duh! Of course, Player, you idiot. Wouldn't you normally expect an asthma victim to carry one on their person?

As such, I began dutifully, enthusiastically, and quickly searching Jessica's body for the inhaler. Stay strong, Jessica. I'll find it right away. The only place it could be is in this jacket, right? I'm just going to search right here... Maybe she keeps it next to these? Maybe between them?

Anyone watching this would probably find this very callous, as I unbuttoned the suffering Jessica's jacket and began fondling her with one hand while poking around in her pockets with the other. However, this is definitely part of my love for Jessica... Somehow.

Look, Jessica said that we're capable of making parts of ourselves that we can like. Just like that, I've made a part of me that's a total bastard to accomplish the things I need done in the short amount of time available to me. She's not going to die, okay? I felt the cup of her bra through her white dress shirt, placing my entire groping hand over the swell of one perky breast. No inhaler there...

Finally, I found one in the pocket where it should have been. Of course, the pocket had been accessible from the outside the whole time. Oops.

I held the inhaler for Jessica as she messily accessed it around a layer of my semen which I hadn't even bothered to clean off. I turned around to let Kanon know Jessica was all right now. Then, I would really be able to have some fun while Jessica recovered...

... Oh. Kanon was carrying a master key that can access this room. I forgot about that...

"Player... you bastard..." Kanon uttered, now standing in the room and glancing down at me like I was something less than human, less than even furniture.

Oh, that's right, Kanon. You're furniture, right? Furniture doesn't know what love is. Therefore, this expression of my love must look awfully vulgar to that young man.

Well, humans have the ability to love, and hi-spec furniture has the ability to summon a terrifying magic blade for combat, under the right conditions. I don't blame you for how harshly you reacted, Kanon, but... even as I fell dead to the floor, I wouldn't have traded fates with you.