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Chapter 15 by Gatsha Gatsha

What does Jessica remember?

What I want her to. (Pink Trigger's Power >159)

"I... don't remember much... but we were having a lesson." Jessica rose in her bed, clutching at her chest for one moment before turning her head towards me. "You... saved me?"

Yes, that's right, Jessica. I saved you from... that random asthma attack. Do you have any idea what triggered it? I asked Jessica this, hoping to find out how careful I needed to be.

"Uh, no idea," the young woman muttered, putting a hand to her forehead. "I guess... I'm lucky you were here, right?"

I'm just glad you're safe, Jessica. I put my hand over hers, flashing a smile. Why don't you forget about the lesson and relax a bit?

"Oh! Eheh..." Jessica flushed a bit, withdrawing her hand quickly. "S-sorry, Mr. Player! I'm not trying to offend you, but... this situation is a little weird, isn't it?" She tried to play it off with an awkward laugh. "This is, uh, the first time I've been in bed with a guy, y'see... eheheheh! P-pretty funny, huh?" Realizing she was only making it weirder, she laughed even harder to try and make her maidenly concern seem more like a joke. She started to reach for her hair to scratch at it-

Crap! With an impulse decision, I pulled her close, putting a hand to her forehead. That stopped her in her tracks, her arm frozen as she tried to comprehend what was going on. I used that opportunity to use my other hand to carefully pick off a string of my cum that I'd missed cleaning up earlier, wiping it gracelessly on a discrete corner of her bed sheets. Good, I told her. No fever...

"Mr. Player..." Jessica pushed back just slightly, looking at me with a red face and a confused look that suggested she was trying to figure out if she was reading into the situation too much. "Oh! Oh oh! You were checking for a fever, of course! Sheesh... Um, don't give me weird ideas!"

Weird ideas? I asked her with an ambiguous smile, allowing her to interpret that as innocent or teasing as she liked.

"Mmmm..." Jessica fidgeted... then sniffed. "Woah... Yuck! Sorry, Mr. Player, why didn't you tell me I smelled so bad?! I must have sweat like crazy when I was out... s-sorry! But I've really gotta shower before I have to meet my cousins."

Right... it was getting to be about that time, isn't it? Still, I've probably got time for a little bit more...

Should Jessica shower?

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