27. Making an Embarrassing Memory (6)

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…Wait. What time is it…?

After spending all day running around, I briefly clutched my lower back, which felt like it might break if I pushed it any further.

I massaged it firmly with my palms and sat up, only for the bedroom—now a disaster just like my last memory—to catch my eye.

The sheets were a mess from all the wet patches, and that unmistakably fishy smell of my semen was everywhere.

After replenishing mana with the two of them, we’d fallen asleep without washing up, so my sweaty, sticky body was bothering me, too.

And for some reason, my cock had been cleaned especially well. I knew why, but it really stood out.

Even so, the thing that caught my eye most of all was this.

Dorothy, who’d also passed out cold.

"……She’s fucking beautiful. Seriously."...