We finally made it back to my place.
At this point, she was completely out of it.
The alcohol had really done its job, and she was basically hanging off me like I was the only thing keeping her upright.
One of her arms was wrapped around my shoulder, while the rest of her body leaned heavily against my side. I was pretty much carrying her without officially calling it that.
"Guh… ugh…"
"Hey, don't throw up right now, please. If you're going to do it, at least aim for the bathroom," I told her.
Earlier, she had been the one driving, which, now that I thought about it, was kind of insane.
I had been sitting there the whole time, silently praying like my life depended on it, hoping she wouldn't suddenly swerve or miss a turn and get us into an accident.
Thankfully, the roads were empty. There was not a single car in sight for most of the trip. It was like the universe decided to give me a break for once. We somehow made it back in one piece.
Now though, it looked like the alcohol had finally caught up to her properly.
"I'm sorry, but… urp… where's the bathroom?"
"There."
The moment I pointed it out, she didn't hesitate.
She immediately rushed over and started emptying her stomach.
I just stood there for a bit, watching her get it all out. Not exactly the most glamorous scene, but there was nothing else I could really do. At the same time, I found myself waiting.
Waiting for the system.
Waiting for it to pop up and tell me what to do next, like it always does at the most random times.
But of course, nothing happened.
I swear, that thing only shows up when it feels like messing with me.
This better not be the end, right?
You're not seriously going to blue ball me here, are you, system?
After a bit, she finally finished and straightened herself up, looking slightly better, or at least not on the verge of collapsing.
"You can sleep here," I said.
"Are you sure? I can take the couch, you know?"
"It's fine. I'll take the couch."
She stayed quiet for a moment, like she was thinking about it more than necessary.
"Thank you for your consideration."
So… that's it?
That's how this ends?
The system is really just going to leave me hanging like this?
I honestly didn't expect that. I thought there would be something or anything.
A prompt, a reward, or even a small notification would have been enough.
Not even a score?
That's just disrespectful at this point.
"Wait."
She suddenly called out to me.
I turned around.
"I would feel bad knowing you're sleeping on the couch while I take the bed. And since the bed is big enough for both of us… I think we can manage sharing it, don't you think?"
She was blushing.
And not just a little.
It might have been the first time I had ever seen her look like that.
There was something about it that felt different from her usual composed self.
It was a mix of shyness and something else.
Something slightly seductive, but not in an obvious or forced way.
It was just enough to make it noticeable.
Honestly, I didn't think she was even capable of making that kind of expression.
"Is that okay?"
"Well… I would feel really bad, and besides, I already showed you my tits, right? I don't think sleeping next to each other would be an issue."
I didn't really follow the logic there, but sure.
If she didn't mind, then I wasn't about to argue.
Right.
After a bit, we were both lying on the bed, side by side.
Just like she said, it was big enough that we weren't even touching.
Which, for some reason, made things feel a little more frustrating.
I never thought I'd say this, but right now, I kind of hated how big my bed was.
She fell asleep pretty quickly after that.
I just lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened.
I really didn't expect things to turn out like this.
The manager, the same one who had been scolding me earlier, was now asleep in my apartment, right next to me.
If someone told me this would happen earlier today, I would have laughed in their face.
Actually, no. I would have thought they were completely out of their mind.
I mean, just this morning, or technically yesterday now since a whole day had passed, she was getting on my case for sleeping on the job.
And now look at this.
She was sleeping on my bed.
Life really has a weird sense of humor.
Still, as I turned my head and looked at her, she looked peaceful.
Her lips were small and well-shaped, and her overall face had this balanced, almost effortless look to it.
She was in her late twenties, but honestly, she didn't look it.
If she dressed differently, like how she was now instead of always wearing suits, she could easily pass for younger.
Too bad she was always stuck in formal clothes.
While I was looking at her, my eyes slowly drifted downward.
Toward her chest.
Just earlier, I had been staring at her bare breasts.
I still had no idea how that even became a real situation, but it did.
And now here I was again.
While I was staring, she suddenly opened her eyes.
She must have felt me looking at her for a while.
"Sorry," I said quickly. "I'll turn around."
I started to shift my body, about to turn away so I wouldn't keep staring like some obvious pervert.
But she stopped me.
"It's fine. It's understandable."
Understandable?
That made me pause.
For some reason, I ended up looking at her again.
"Do you want to see them again?"
That was… a very soft way of saying it.
My lower body reacted immediately.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that because of the alcohol?" I asked.
"I might be. I don't know."
"If you don't mind, then…"
As soon as I said that, she reached for her clothes again.
She pulled them down slightly, just enough to reveal her chest while the bra was still in place.
Then she slipped the bra upward, lifting it off.
For a second, her breasts followed the motion, then settled back into place, bouncing lightly once they were free.
They were really big.
That was still the first thing that came to mind.
While I was staring, taking everything in again, she looked down.
"That… looks really uncomfortable."
She was looking at my lower body.
When I followed her gaze, I saw it.
There was no hiding it.
I was completely bricked up, like a full-on, obvious tent that could probably be seen from a distance.
"You can't really blame me, can you?" I said. "You're a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman showing her breasts right in front of me is going to get this kind of reaction. That's just normal."
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Looks like the system liked that response.
And the manager... Verra did too.
She blushed again.
"You know, you're sweet-talking me, aren't you?"