I'm not clean anymore!
That was the conclusion many Pretty Cure reached as they began recalling what had happened earlier under the wary, criminal-watching gazes of Megumi and the others. Their fair little faces turned crimson in an instant, then purple, and finally so dark purple they nearly blackened.
That was right. No one knew exactly how that 1000% favorability ability had worked, but when they remembered, they were shocked to discover that everything that had happened before—whether they had tried to violate Ash or acted spoiled toward him like he was their father—had been remembered in perfect detail.
In short, girls like Hojo Hibiki, who had no idea how to vent their feelings, had already started repeatedly slamming themselves against the pillar on the other side.
"So, what we said earlier..."
"Got it, got it!"
Since he had done it too, Ash was hardly in a position to mock them over it. He raised a finger to his lips and made a zipping motion.
"It was just a dream. A particularly absurd dream. I'd actually be very troubled if you took it seriously."
"...I thought Ash would use something like that to blackmail us."
Of course, there were also groups like the alien Laura and the mermaid, who were not only unafraid upon hearing this but even seemed somewhat eager to try it.
"What do you take me for? A super pervert whose XP is Pretty Cure, constantly fantasizing about doing this and that to all of you?"
Hearing Ash describe it so bluntly, Nono Hana and the others, who were holding Hug-tan, became embarrassed instead.
"The reason I like them is because they are themselves first, and Pretty Cure second."
His gaze drifted past Aino Megumi as she passed by his side. Having engraved the mistakes he had