Hearing Garen's answer, Nami's furious, embarrassed gaze froze, while the turmoil in Reiju's heart finally eased somewhat.
Then, Nami and Reiju both recalled how, while drunk last night, they had each clung tightly to one of Garen's arms, pushed the strong man onto the bed, and ultimately forced Garen to lie there with them.
Playing Fight the Landlord.
Thinking of that, the alluring flush on Nami and Reiju's faces deepened further.
"Garen."
Now that her memories had progressed all the way to the bed, and her behavior in those memories had been so uninhibited, Reiju still felt uneasy.
It had been her first time traveling for fun, her first time getting drunk without restraint, and her first time climbing into the same bed as a man. Reiju worried that there might have been other firsts as well.
In an indescribably complicated tone, she carefully asked Garen:
"Other than playing cards, I didn't do anything strange to you, did I?"
"No."
Garen fell silent for a moment, then said with an odd expression:
"Even if you did, it wasn't to me."
"Hm?"
Reiju did not understand.
Garen merely gave Reiju and Nami a meaningful look. Even now, they were still sleeping in the same bed, under the same blanket, their clothes disheveled and their limbs entwined. He said helplessly:
"Reiju, let's not talk about this."
"If you have something to say, take your hand off my girlfriend's waist first."
"Ah?"
Reiju froze slightly.
Nami jolted awake as well and finally pulled her leg back from where it had been tangled with Reiju's.
Then, they looked at each other once more. In that instant, certain buried memories seemed to abruptly surface in their minds.
An unspoken ambiguity and embarrassment quietly rose in both their hearts, making each of them instinctively lower her