Something Seems to Be Wrong

The bubbles rising and bubbling up from the bathwater vaguely revealed that I had squirted.

Fortunately, Acard only knew that I had climaxed, not that I had squirted, so he leisurely stroked my soft yellow hair, working out the tangles.

“…Haaah.”

The water was just the right temperature to ease the fatigue from my body, and combined with Acard’s touch, it naturally drew a cute voice from me.

“Do you like it?”

“…Mmph.”

Since the childhood friend in his arms looked as though she was enjoying herself, he asked whether I liked it, so I shook my head from side to side and desperately tried to convey that I didn’t.

“You do like it.”

“N-no I don’ttt….”

Though my actions said otherwise, Acard had learned through countless experiences that denial meant yes, so he naturally brushed off my reaction and continued enjoying the half bath...