Go alone

You decide not to invite her. Your exhausted and anything but horny. Besides, you’re in Yozora’s body right now. If you were going to pursue something with her, you wanted to be in your own damn body.

You enter the bathroom and crank on the shower. You jump in quick, knowing you only have a limited time and quickly scrub your body down, being careful around your tender pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever been as rough as those assholes but I’m definitely going to be more considerate in the future. Then again, it hadn’t exactly felt bad in the moment. Maybe the sore pussy is worth it. I wonder what having sex with a more gentle lover would be like, though. You scrub a hand through your hair, wondering what you’re thinking about. You’ll be a man tomorrow. The smasher, rather than the smashee, as it were. This will all just be a weird memory.

The shower automatically clicks off before you want it to, as always. You curse the cheap-ass CIA for not springing for a room at a traditional ryokan so you could soak in a furo or onsen. You step out with a sigh and quickly dry off and comb your hair. You study Yozora’s face in the mirror and decide just to leave your hair loose and your face free of makeup. Not even Yozora would be crazy enough to put on makeup before bed, right? You dress back in just your panties and shirt.

You step out into the room and glance around. Chiaki and Maria are on the bed, Chiaki in Maria’s arms. Maria is stroking Chiaki’s hair and whispering softly to her. Satsuki is seated at the little table, staring out the window. You join her.

“How was your shower?” she asks.

“Too short,” you say with a grimace. “I forgot that it only stays on for a limited time.” You bow your head apologetically and add, “And it only turns on once an hour. Sorry, I should have asked if any of you wanted to go first.”

“Don’t be!” Satsuki says hurriedly. “This is your room. We are the intruders.”

“No! You are my guests, it was only right!”

Satsuki cocks her head. “You know, Yozora. You seem different tonight.”

Shit. You put a hand to your mouth a grin behind it, a common mannerism of Yozora. “Do I really? I have to admit I’m surprised how heroic I managed to be. I’m pretty cool, huh?” There, an annoying dose of self-congratulation. Very Yozora. You can tell that Satsuki hasn’t totally bought it, though. You lean back and stretch your hands over your head. “So, should we order up some room service?” You grin mischievously. “It’s Jun’s credit line that the hotel has.”

Chiaki perks up at that. “Do...do they have ice cream?”

“We do,” the room answers for you. “Would you like me to tell you all of the options?” Chiaki eagerly accepts and the rest of you all put in your own orders. It’s a lot and no doubt the hotel prices are absurd. You’ll get an earful at the debrief but that was on the docket already. Might as well enjoy yourself. You spend the rest of the night pigging out and chatting with the girls. To your vast surprise, it is a lot of fun. As you drift off, squeezed tight between Chiaki and Satsuki, you think that being a girl for a day didn’t end up being such a bad experience.

In the morning, the news is all about a raid on the Yoshida building. With Fat Yoshi and company in cuffs, you think it is safe to send the girls home. And you need to get to headquarters.