"P-President, wait... Moeha is still outside..."
Amamiya Natsuki lowered his voice.
"The cold medicine has a sedative in it. Don't worry about waking Moeha."
Fujiwara Chika's breathing grew uneven. Her pretty face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy with mist as she murmured:
"But you have the Extreme Challenge tomorrow... Let's wait until next time..."
Don't be ridiculous. A "next time" without even a date was really just never.
They'd already drawn the bowstring. There was no turning back.
"Forget the Extreme Challenge— even if the world were ending tomorrow, I wouldn't stop." Amamiya Natsuki took a deep breath. "Besides, it'll only take a few minutes. We'll be done soon."
"Liar...!"
Fujiwara Chika remembered what had happened when she possessed Sayu the day before yesterday. She bit down on her lower lip. It definitely hadn't taken only a few minutes!
Amamiya Natsuki countered:
"I meant surfing. What did you think I meant?"
"Mm... Ah—!"
Fujiwara Chika hadn't even managed to get the words out before a muffled groan escaped her lips.
Anyway.
The night passed without a word.
The next day.
"Good morning, Sis!"
Fujiwara Moeha sat up, clenched her fists, and stretched. Her voice had returned to its usual bright, energetic self.
"Morning..."
Fujiwara Chika answered groggily. She yawned and started to get out of bed, but her legs gave way beneath her. She nearly fell, and only managed to steady herself by grabbing the wall.
"Huh? Sis, what's wrong?"
Fujiwara Moeha hurriedly asked, worried.
"N-nothing..." Fujiwara Chika's pretty face flushed. She turned to look out the window and stammered, "My foot fell asleep, so I couldn't stand properly."
Fujiwara Moeha didn't suspect a thing. As she changed, she started chattering away, her voice as clear and sweet as a songbird's:
"I felt awful last night. I think