Some time had passed but none of the four seemed in any hurry to move.
The large couch had turned into a warm, messy nest of limbs and flushed skin.
Nagisa lay half-draped over Adrian's left, her head tucked under his chin, one leg thrown lazily over his.
Chiaki rested against his front, still catching her breath in soft, uneven puffs.
Yukiko had curled up tightly against his right, her face buried in his shoulder as if trying to hide from the reality of what they had just done.
The background music from the karaoke system had long since become a soft, distant hum.
Nagisa began to speak, her voice lazy and teasing as she traced a slow finger down his chest.
"…You really wrecked us, you know that?" She let out a contented sigh. "I don't think my legs work anymore."
Chiaki gave a weak, disbelieving laugh and covered her eyes with one hand, her cheeks still pink. "I can't believe I just did… and said all that." She peeked through her fingers. "I have a boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with me?"
Adrian chuckled softly, one hand gently stroking Nagisa's back while his other arm stayed wrapped around Yukiko.
"I think tonight turned out better than planned." He said, his voice low and laced with a teasing warmth. "I also didn't expect that from you, Yukiko. Our round was… very intense."
Yukiko made a tiny, embarrassed squeak and buried her face even deeper into Adrian's shoulder, refusing to look at either of them.
Nagisa grinned mischievously and poked her side. "Hehe. Even the shy one turned into a little monster. I'm proud of you."
They stayed like that for a while longer, trading light conversations, teasing, laughters, and the occasional embarrassed groan from Yukiko or Chiaki. The afterglow was comfortable, almost intimate in a way none of them had expected.
Eventually, Chiaki glanced at the clock on the wall and froze.
"…It's already past eight."
The words hit like cold water.
Yukiko shot upright, eyes wide. "Eight?! My parents are going to freak out…"
Chiaki grabbed her phone next, her expression tightening as notifications flooded in. "Ah… crap. I told them I will be at Nagisa's place, but still…"
Nagisa stretched lazily, completely unfazed. "You're overthinking it. Just say you lost track of time. It happens."
Adrian sat up slowly, amused. "Everything alright?"
Both Yukiko and Chiaki nodded quickly, already typing replies on their phones.
"It's fine." Chiaki said, cheeks still red. "Just some damage control. We already said we'd be out late anyway… so we'll manage."
Yukiko let out a small, embarrassed laugh beside her.
Adrian smiled and stood up and dressed quickly, his clothes slightly sticky from dried sweat. "I'll go get some towels while you text them."
Adrian stepped out of the room for a moment and walked down the quiet hallway to the staff door at the end. He pressed the call button and asked for a few clean towels.
The staff member who arrived didn't ask any questions, clearly used to situations like this. He simply bowed politely when Adrian handed him a generous tip.
The man's eyes widened slightly. "Thank you! Thank you very much, esteemed patron. If you ever need anything else, please don't hesitate to tell me."
Adrian nodded with a polite smile. "I appreciate it."
Before he could turn back, the staff member hesitated, then spoke up again.
"Actually… Ahem… Sorry to stop you, sir." He said, pulling a sleek black badge from his pocket. "But please have this."
"This is for our valued patrons. You can show it to the bartender on the first floor and they'll give you access to the underground club downstairs. It's… reserved for gentlemen like yourself and beautiful ladies you might like."
Adrian took the badge with a small smile and handed the man another generous tip.
The staff member's face lit up with a pleasant smile. "Thank you! Really, thank you very much."
When Adrian returned to the room, the girls were already picking up scattered clothes with playful embarrassment. Yukiko hides her face every time she finds one of her own garments, Chiaki muttering under her breath while trying to fix her messy hair.
He handed them the clean towels. "Here. Freshen up a bit."
They cleaned themselves quickly and got dressed with lots of shy glances and soft laughter.
Once they'd all gotten themselves sorted out, they left the room and Adrian paid the bill before topping up his VIP card.
They walked out together. The staff gave them knowing but professional looks and said nothing.
Outside, the cool night air washed over them like a refreshing wave after hours in the warm, sex-scented room.
Adrian called cabs for them and they waited together on the sidewalk, the mood quieter now. As they stood there, they exchanged contacts passing phones back and forth, adding LINE IDs, Instagram handles, and numbers with soft laughter and chatting.
As the cars pulled up one by one, the goodbyes came in low, intimate voices.
Nagisa went first. She turned to him with a bold, lingering kiss right on the lips, her body pressing warmly against his for a moment. She pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth, "Call me tomorrow, okay?" before flashing a playful wink and slipping into the cab.
Chiaki lingered a moment longer, clearly conflicted. Her cheeks were still faintly red as she stepped forward and pulled him into a brief hug, though her arms stayed around him just a little longer than necessary.
"You're not about to go around bragging about tonight, right?" She teased lightly. Then, after a small pause, she added more quietly. "…I'm breaking up with him after this anyway. So you better not ignore me after this."
Yukiko hesitated at the edge of the sidewalk, fingers fidgeting with her sleeve. Then she gathered a bit of courage, stepped closer, and rose slightly on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you… for tonight." She whispered, her face warm as she quickly pulled back.
Adrian made sure each of them got into their cab safely, watching until the taillights disappeared down the street before going on his own way.
When he finally returned to his own apartment, the place felt strangely quiet and empty after the loud, chaotic energy of the karaoke room.
He took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the dried sweat and the lingering scent of sex and perfume that clung to his skin.
After drying off, he materialized a simple meal from the System Shop, too tired to cook for himself and ate quietly while sitting at his computer. The only sound was the soft clink of chopsticks against the bowl.
Adrian opened the Sonata Sunlight staff group chat. Even at this hour, it was still active, a few messages from earlier in the day continuing to trickle in.
A few stood out, clearly from employees who hadn't been present during the earlier on-site briefing.
One from a daytime cleaner read: "Sorry, I wasn't there earlier. Is it true we're transitioning into a love hotel? Will our positions still be secure after the rebranding?"
Another from the front desk followed: "I missed the announcement as well. I heard jobs are safe, but can we get confirmation?"
A night shift staff member added: "Could we get clarification on how renovations will affect scheduling? We still have regular overnight check-ins."
Adrian leaned back in his chair and sighed softly. 'Right… I should have made a proper announcement in the official group instead of just the in-person meeting. I'll address them here for now.'
He typed his reply carefully, keeping his tone professional but firm and reassuring:
"Good evening, everyone. I apologize for any confusion. To answer your questions directly: Yes, we are transitioning the hotel into a love hotel format to improve profitability. Everyone's current positions are secure, and I have no plans to reduce staff. We will do our best to work around your existing shifts during the renovation period. I will give a full, official update with more details this weekend. Thank you for your patience."
He hit send and watched as several "seen" notifications appeared, followed by a few short replies of "Understood, thank you" and "Looking forward to the update."
After handling the messages, he leaned back in his chair and opened the System screen.
Villain Points: 16,369
A small, satisfied grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. 'Damn… all that from just one day!'
He sat there for a moment, replaying the long afternoon in his head.
The way Nagisa had boldly ridden him with shameless hunger, how Chiaki's reluctant moans had slowly turned shameless, and how even "shy" little Yukiko lost her self-control and began begging for more.
Their affection levels had jumped noticeably. He could already imagine him integrating deeper into their little circle and finally… finally having his own dream harem.
His thoughts drifted to the hotel.
School would eat up most of his weekdays but he still had time in the evenings and nights.
He could start searching for the right general contractor in the meantime, someone who wouldn't ask too many questions about why certain rooms needed "special" features.
He would also need to select a loyal, underpaid staff member to promote and bring under his direct trust. Someone capable of serving as an on-site supervisor during the day, overseeing operations and reporting back to him when necessary.
Only then could the real transformation of Sonata Sunlight begin.
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AN: Hmm.... Yeah, I need to think more on how to proceed lol. How to set up some things is quite daunting. Also I don't have experience in business as you could tell, I'm just making things up as I go along and so if I messed up somethings like the hotel being operated only in day do tell me lol.
I appreciate that actually because it made me go "Wait a minute, right... people stay there so why did the hotel close up..." so yeah mistake on my part. I'm not a guy with good memory and when I'm making things up it's usually from a random moment of inspiration that I put on my notes to look at later.
Ngl idk why I'm saying this, but yeah idk... I feel like I have a memory of a goldfish sometimes wth lol. Just have a good day then.