Lost in the rain with one umbrella (Pink Trigger)

Ah... Kumasawa had said it, hadn't she? She warned us we'd get lost in the rain if we weren't careful. Well, as we chatted... to be more accurate, as Gretel largely ignored me and I continued to give her some of the finer points of this writing... the two of us did indeed end up lost on the mansion grounds. If we were true folklore scholars, this might be an interesting way to get away from the group. In my thinking, however, this was just a way to enjoy some alone time with Gretel and begin my true work.

I snapped my fingers. A bolt of pink lightning blasted overhead, though the pink would look very much the same as white to anyone not looking for it. In a snap, Gretel's umbrella was blown away. Like I mentioned before, she's the cool type, but even she couldn't hide her frustration as the rain began to beat against her red hair and her shoulders.

Come, my student. Share my umbrella.

"No thanks... I'm going to risk the hypothermia."

Now now, I insist. I came closer and held it above her head. To my annoyance, she wouldn't move closer or take the arm I offered her, so in the end, I was getting rained on while she enjoyed the benefit of the umbrella. Oh, the rain is no matter to me. I'm very used to it by now from my various travels. Sure enough, though, we'd ended up lost, stumbling through the woods towards God knows where instead of the guest house. I warned Gretel that she should watch her footing... one trip could be lethal, with Rokkenjima's unpredictable cliffs.

Finally, we came upon a chapel in the woods. It seemed to be locked up, to our annoyance. She looked at me a little strangely as I attempted to bash the door in... ordinarily, this would be difficult, but discrete use of the Pink Trigger power makes a little thing like this a trifle. Soon enough, we were inside. I told Gretel I'd start a fire while she took off her wet things.

"... You broke their door and now you're going to set a fire in here? You've got to be the worst visitor they've ever had..."

Fair, I suppose, but essential. For a while, I was excited; that girl took off her shoes and then her wet stockings with a displeased expression, revealing her shapely, pale legs. Ah... A meaty schoolgirl like her is actually a pretty good edition to this story. She took off her rain-soaked jacket next, clicking her teeth once she realized that even the shirt below it was soaked. I must admit, I peeked... I could see a bit of her plain white bra beneath. Oh, and those breasts! Gretel has fantastic breasts: large, but perky, even while still covered. It's a shame they've always been hidden by that jacket.

She felt me watching and gave a wry smirk. "Aren't you ready to shoot yourself in the head or something?"

Ah... No, the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Should I?

"Yes, as a general rule, but I mostly meant that you've guided us to a place where none of the female characters are. How are you supposed to do your sexual conquest with no people around?"