I hurried out the front door like I was being chased, and Milfi-san let out a big sigh. "Sorry, Theo-kun. You came all this way, but that girl was so stubborn."
"No, don't worry about it."
I could understand Eclair-san's feelings. To her, I'm nothing but an enemy of women.
"But Eclair-san seemed pretty normal-looking, right? Maybe like she said, her symptoms are surprisingly mild..."
"Hmm, I don't think so... Well, for today, shall we come back another time?"
"Yeah. ...Ah."
"What's wrong?"
"Sorry. I left my thermos on the table."
"Then, shall we go back together?"
"No, I'll be fine alone. Wait here."
I lightly bowed my head and opened the front door again. Eclair-san seemed to have retreated to the back room, and there was no presence in the hallway.
"Excuse meee, I forgot something... Eclair-san?"
I called out, but there was no reply. (She didn't fall asleep... right?)
I forgot the thermos in the living room. As I walked straight down the hallway and stood in front of the door――
(...Hm?)
From beyond the door, a faint voice came. "...っ, ...Ah..."
I strained my ears. No doubt about it. It was Eclair-san's voice. "N...Haa, haa..."
Painful, heated breaths were spilling out. A shiver ran down my spine. (No way... a heart attack or something?!)
A curse that's too strong can eat away at the body from the inside. Maybe she was just putting on a brave front, and her limit has come.
(This is bad! I have to help her quick!)
There was no time to hesitate. I instinctively twisted the doorknob and forcefully pushed the door open.
"Eclair-san! Are you okay...?..."
My voice deflated there. At the sight that spread out beyond the opened door, my breath stuck in my throat.
"Haa... Ya... Aahn♡"
Eclair-san was sitting on a chair in the living room. Legs spread wide, white tunic hem hiked up, left hand at her chest.
Her right hand was shoved into her hot pants, fingers wriggling around deep inside the fabric. "Ah, ah, aan♡ Ya... It's hot, my pussy's so hot...♡"
The tough attitude from before was nowhere to be seen. Her face was flushed bright red, her teary eyes unfocused.
Even though I was standing right in front of her, she seemed completely unaware. (Uh... um. Th-this is...)
Dazed and rooted to the spot, she continued leaking heated moans like she was delirious with fever. "Wh-why... just from smelling a guy's scent, getting like this...♡"
Ragged breaths. Furrowed brows. She's trying to resist the lust surging from deep inside her body――but her hand won't stop.
"Getting horny from that bastard's scent...♡ Nooo♡ This is no good, it's so wrong...♡"
In stark contrast to her desperate denials, her right hand kept squirming inside the hot pants.
Squish, squish, the wet sounds reached my ears. "Stop it, stop alreadyyy...♡ I can't take it anymore... every day, every damn day...♡ I'll go crazy from this...!"
Shoulders trembling, tears welling up, she gasped. And then, suddenly, her eyes caught mine.
The air froze. Our eyes met. Just that, and the world's time seemed to stop. Legs still spread, mouth agape――and crotch wide open.
Eclair-san was frozen like a statue. "Uh... umm..."
I moved only my mouth, like a rusty doll creaking. "I can't... just pretend I didn't see this, can I?"
In that instant, her face turned beet red. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, lips quivering.
"K... K... K..."
"K?"
"I'll kill you!!!!"
The next moment, she lunged at me with claws out. "I knew it, eeeeek!!"
I screamed and rolled out into the hallway to escape. If Milfi-san hadn't stopped her, I really would've been torn to shreds.