[ ... with a huff; ] It's already dirty, isn't it? You kept it on the whole time.
[ It's not even close to being as much of a mess as she is right now, but...
She does her best to make sure she's at least... sort of presentable before she puts the hoodie on. Swimsuit back in place, pareo... it's probably a lost cause but she ties it back around her hips anyway. She toes her sandals back on before shrugging on the hoodie and zipping it closed.
... it's kind of ridiculous how much she's drowning in it. Even with Oberon being as scrawny as he is, Ai's still so much smaller than him that it's hanging most of the way down her thighs and her hands are entirely swallowed by the sleeves. Between that and the way the hood bunches up around her neck... if you didn't know what to look for you could almost miss what was wrong. ]
I still can't believe you wore this to the beach... but I guess I should be grateful.
[ IMMEDIATELY, she thwaps him with her newly equipped sweater paws. ]
Don't even think about it.
[ He probably wasn't. Hell, he almost certainly wasn't. Even Oberon's got his limits. But she's taking absolutely no risks after what this evening has turned into. ]
Gah...! I wasn't! Though that's definitely an idea...
[ Honestly? Considering what he just put her through, it's a reasonable reaction to have. It's a good thing, then, that he well and truly is tapped out. He's not sure he could get himself "ready" for another round right now even if she tried to get him to that state. ]
Sheesh, it's your fault I lost control like that anyway. Give me a break...
[ So he says, still not giving her a satisfactory explanation before moving to scoop her up into his arms. ]
How is it my fault that you can't control yourself...?!
[ She's not protesting about being scooped up, at least... though she doesn't put her arms around his neck like she usually does, instead clinging onto his shirt to keep herself steady. Yup. She's definitely still fuming. ]
Next time I can go to the beach, you're absolutely not invited. You can stay home and sulk on your own if I can't trust you not to get like this about it.
[ She pokes his cheek... ]
And when we get home, you're definitely not coming to bed with me.
It's absolutely your fault, and if you can't realize what you did, then that's on you too.
[ The worst part is that he's not entirely wrong... this girl is already hopelessly attractive enough, and then she came out with maximum levels of provocativeness... not that she'll ever realize it, looks like.
In any case, he takes her cheek-poking and sulking in stride, carrying her out of the cabin much the same way he carried her into the cabin. Fortunately, there's really not a lot of people left on the beach... least of all anybody who would recognize that a man carried the most beautiful woman ever into the cabin and then came out hours later with said-woman in a disheveled state. ]
Yes, yes, I'll take my punishment... even if it's a little harsh, considering how you were clearly enjoying yourself.
[ He'll take his punishment, huh...?
...
...next time she goes to the beach, he's gonna show up without any warning as the Faerie King, isn't he? ]
[ Bundled up in his arms like she is, it's impossible not to tell that she tenses up just a bit when they step outside. The cool night air nips at her face but it's mostly the anticipation of being caught doing something she absolutely shouldn't have been doing.
... But there's hardly anyone there. Certainly not anyone paying enough attention to take notice of them. ]
A late night beach party, huh? [ She tugs his hood up over her head even so. ] I don't know why I thought for a second that you weren't full of it.
[ Really, what does it say about her that this is the Servant she's the most compatible with... ]
Besides. I have to be harsh with you if you're ever going to learn your lesson.
[ He absolutely under no circumstances is ever going to learn any kind of lesson from this. Except maybe all the wrong ones. ]
You're the worst behaved Servant anybody's ever had.
[ Every word out of his mouth is a lie, best to not forget that kind of thing. Granted, there are a few people still out and about, but as beach-goers? Not at all. ]
Hah... what can I say? I'm a liar.
[ He's learned so many lessons today. How to make her beg for more being one of them, turns out. ]
Maybe! But I'm yours, aren't I?
[ Her Servant, carrying his bundled-up, bruised and broken Master back home. She might have to fight him out of the bathroom so she can bathe in peace... ]
What you are is a handful. [ "My handful." ] I guess that's proof I really do suck as a Master. There's no way you'd act up like this for a half decent one who knew how to keep you in line.
[ Of course, even as she's grousing about it, she knows perfectly well that Oberon only acts up like this because of her - Master or not. ]
Maybe not letting you into bed is going too easy on you. Maybe I need to come up with something else, too.
[ ... Her arms drift up and wrap around his neck. ]
Hah, I thought I already spoiled you plenty back there.
[ Does... does hours of overstimulation really count as being spoiled? ]
...But alright, yes ma'am.
[ There should be something he can stop by on the way back... ice cream or something else sufficiently sweet. Nevermind that his hands are full with Ai, but ah well. This is his Master's demand, after all. ]
[ As if she's reading his mind or maybe just getting a premonition of an excruciatingly embarrassing future: ] Not on the way home. I'm not giving you the chance to show me off while I'm like this.
[ Because he absolutely, positively would. So she's not even giving him the opportunity!! ]
We're going straight home so I can take a bath and then go to bed. And you can go sleep on the roof or something.
Fine, fine... oi, isn't the roof a bit much!? Not that I need to sleep in the first place, but if if that's the case then I'm not getting you anything sweet.
[ He has his limits! Push him too far and he will get petty! ]
[ What's after being banished to the beach!? The ocean!? ]
Ahh, typical Servant bullshit. Sleep still sounds appealing right now, though.
[ Technically not necessary, but still nice after one spends a few hours of... well, what they just did. It's a shame he won't be able to sleep in bed with her, but well, he was asking for this. ]
Ah, though now that I'm thinking about it... I'm something of a mess myself. Maybe I should join you in the bath?
[ He expects a prompt rejection and something close to a smack for that, but whatever. ]
[ Immediately and so, so incredibly flatly: ] Go hose yourself down in the roof, then.
[ There's absolutely no way for them to risk a repeat of... all that this immediately after, but just thinking about how smug he'd be at getting to admire his handiwork some more is already making her mad just imagining it. ]
Don't Servants have some way of cleaning themselves without a bath? You can basically do everything else with magic. And you've definitely got plenty right now.
[ He thinks you should be flattered that he wants to admire his handiwork, Ai! Besides, at this point he's still tapped out and will be for the night. If anything, this is the safest time to do anything intimate with him without it resulting in that. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know. So mean...
[ Then, in an inexplicable show of affection, he leans his head down to kiss her on her grumpy forehead. ]
Pfffhaha! No, hold on, hold on! Since when you have a totally maidenly heart like that?!
[ She's hugging her arms tight around his neck just to make sure she doesn't slip or fall and definitely not in a proper hug since she's still so mad at him and her cheery laughter trails after him the whole way home. In fact, she's still poking fun at him when she's being carried onto the apartment. ]
It's not gonna be too embarrassing for you to be in the bath with me, is it?
...Keep talking and I will misbehave in there, damn it! You just caught me off-guard! That's all!
[ He's not embarrassed about bathing with her! He was just railing her silly in a public changing cabin for the last few hours! He's not ready for shows of affection when he's expecting her to still be mad at him!
Nevermind that his threat is empty. Sure, he could probably get handsy with her or something, but that won't change the fact that he's running on empty for the rest of tonight. ]
Hell, you're the one who said "no" at first! Now hurry up and get undressed...
[ He carries her all the way to the bathroom before finally setting her down. For all his bluster, at least he didn't make her limp and stumble her way through the apartment... ]
Pfft... Sure, sure. You're really bad at pretending you're not embarrassed, you know.
[ She's a little wobbly once she's back on her own feet - no wonder when her thighs are as sore as they are. She's honestly dreading looking at herself in the mirror, just a little.
But she unzips the hoodie and starts doing her best to work it off her body. ... Though going by the way she's fumbling, her aching muscles are making it kind of a difficult task. ]
Could you at least check and make sure the bath water's still good? I made sure to fill it before we set out, but who knows if that heater is any good...
[ He can do something about that, of course. He checks the bath water… of course, it’s lukewarm at best. Guess that answers what state the heater is in… but then again, it’s not too high of a priority.
Not when he has magecraft specifically designed for mundane things such as heating up bathwater. ]
Tch…
[ She’ll be able to hear him click his tongue before waving his hand over the water, clearly doing something about the temperature not being good enough. As for Ai herself…
…well, it’s only natural that all her bruises and marks have gotten much much darker, isn’t it? ]
For a long moment, Ai just stares at herself. Maybe it's just the contrast of her pale skin under the dark jacket, but the marks seem to stand out on her like brands. She's... still a mess in the literal sense, still sticky and sweaty, but even worse and even dirtier is the map of his touch that his hands and mouth have left all over her body.
How filthy. How unacceptable. How unforgivable for an idol like her.
A smile wobbles onto her face. ]
You really didn't let up on me for a second, did you...
[ It's worse the more layers she peels off. Her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs - at this point, there's nothing else... coming out of her and everything's going right into the laundry but completely undressed like this, she can tell what a mess he's made of her. ]
J-just how many times do you need to go before you're satisfied, anyway? You made such a mess. You're an animal.
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[ It's not even close to being as much of a mess as she is right now, but...
She does her best to make sure she's at least... sort of presentable before she puts the hoodie on. Swimsuit back in place, pareo... it's probably a lost cause but she ties it back around her hips anyway. She toes her sandals back on before shrugging on the hoodie and zipping it closed.
... it's kind of ridiculous how much she's drowning in it. Even with Oberon being as scrawny as he is, Ai's still so much smaller than him that it's hanging most of the way down her thighs and her hands are entirely swallowed by the sleeves. Between that and the way the hood bunches up around her neck... if you didn't know what to look for you could almost miss what was wrong. ]
I still can't believe you wore this to the beach... but I guess I should be grateful.
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[ Oberon in a normal swimsuit... hell, Oberon with his chest out at all? The Faerie King might be seriously preferable to that...
More importantly, though, Oberon watches as she slips on his hoodie, and... ]
...Cute.
[ ...accidentally blurts his thoughts out loud. ]
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Don't even think about it.
[ He probably wasn't. Hell, he almost certainly wasn't. Even Oberon's got his limits. But she's taking absolutely no risks after what this evening has turned into. ]
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[ Honestly? Considering what he just put her through, it's a reasonable reaction to have. It's a good thing, then, that he well and truly is tapped out. He's not sure he could get himself "ready" for another round right now even if she tried to get him to that state. ]
Sheesh, it's your fault I lost control like that anyway. Give me a break...
[ So he says, still not giving her a satisfactory explanation before moving to scoop her up into his arms. ]
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[ She's not protesting about being scooped up, at least... though she doesn't put her arms around his neck like she usually does, instead clinging onto his shirt to keep herself steady. Yup. She's definitely still fuming. ]
Next time I can go to the beach, you're absolutely not invited. You can stay home and sulk on your own if I can't trust you not to get like this about it.
[ She pokes his cheek... ]
And when we get home, you're definitely not coming to bed with me.
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[ The worst part is that he's not entirely wrong... this girl is already hopelessly attractive enough, and then she came out with maximum levels of provocativeness... not that she'll ever realize it, looks like.
In any case, he takes her cheek-poking and sulking in stride, carrying her out of the cabin much the same way he carried her into the cabin. Fortunately, there's really not a lot of people left on the beach... least of all anybody who would recognize that a man carried the most beautiful woman ever into the cabin and then came out hours later with said-woman in a disheveled state. ]
Yes, yes, I'll take my punishment... even if it's a little harsh, considering how you were clearly enjoying yourself.
[ He'll take his punishment, huh...?
...
...next time she goes to the beach, he's gonna show up without any warning as the Faerie King, isn't he? ]
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... But there's hardly anyone there. Certainly not anyone paying enough attention to take notice of them. ]
A late night beach party, huh? [ She tugs his hood up over her head even so. ] I don't know why I thought for a second that you weren't full of it.
[ Really, what does it say about her that this is the Servant she's the most compatible with... ]
Besides. I have to be harsh with you if you're ever going to learn your lesson.
[ He absolutely under no circumstances is ever going to learn any kind of lesson from this. Except maybe all the wrong ones. ]
You're the worst behaved Servant anybody's ever had.
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Hah... what can I say? I'm a liar.
[ He's learned so many lessons today. How to make her beg for more being one of them, turns out. ]
Maybe! But I'm yours, aren't I?
[ Her Servant, carrying his bundled-up, bruised and broken Master back home.
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[ Of course, even as she's grousing about it, she knows perfectly well that Oberon only acts up like this because of her - Master or not. ]
Maybe not letting you into bed is going too easy on you. Maybe I need to come up with something else, too.
[ ... Her arms drift up and wrap around his neck. ]
Bring me something sweet to to eat, too.
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[ Does... does hours of overstimulation really count as being spoiled? ]
...But alright, yes ma'am.
[ There should be something he can stop by on the way back... ice cream or something else sufficiently sweet. Nevermind that his hands are full with Ai, but ah well. This is his Master's demand, after all. ]
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[ Because he absolutely, positively would. So she's not even giving him the opportunity!! ]
We're going straight home so I can take a bath and then go to bed. And you can go sleep on the roof or something.
[ A level beyond sleeping on the couch?! ]
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[ She's learning...! ]
Fine, fine... oi, isn't the roof a bit much!? Not that I need to sleep in the first place, but if if that's the case then I'm not getting you anything sweet.
[ He has his limits! Push him too far and he will get petty! ]
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[ S-so she really was thinking of banishing him there... at least for one night. If she doesn't make a point, he'll never learn! ]
But fine. You can come sleep on the couch if you need to sleep.
[ ... Squinting uncertainly at him. ]
How do you not need to sleep after all that?
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[ What's after being banished to the beach!? The ocean!? ]
Ahh, typical Servant bullshit. Sleep still sounds appealing right now, though.
[ Technically not necessary, but still nice after one spends a few hours of... well, what they just did. It's a shame he won't be able to sleep in bed with her, but well, he was asking for this. ]
Ah, though now that I'm thinking about it... I'm something of a mess myself. Maybe I should join you in the bath?
[ He expects a prompt rejection and something close to a smack for that, but whatever. ]
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[ There's absolutely no way for them to risk a repeat of... all that this immediately after, but just thinking about how smug he'd be at getting to admire his handiwork some more is already making her mad just imagining it. ]
Don't Servants have some way of cleaning themselves without a bath? You can basically do everything else with magic. And you've definitely got plenty right now.
[ mana transfer............ ]
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Yeah, yeah, I know. So mean...
[ Then, in an inexplicable show of affection, he leans his head down to kiss her on her grumpy forehead. ]
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Huff. ]
... If it'll mean you won't leave a mess in the living room, you might as well take a bath with me, then.
[ all he had to do was kiss her forehead and she's already relenting... sh-she really is a bit of a pushover, huh... ]
But if you don't behave, I'll kick you out!
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Honestly he's actually rather surprised, and it shows on his face. Really? That was all it took?
...Well now he's blushing. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, then? ]
W-Well... if it's really alright, then...
[ How does he get away with it... ]
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Surprisingly, laughter. ]
H-hold on a second! After everything we just did, that's what makes you blush?!
[ Okay, now she's definitely laughing at him. ]
Your standards are completely all over the place!
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[ Isn't she the one who stubbornly insists on him instead of the Faerie King!? Ugh, they really are the same, aren't they!? ]
A-Anyways, shut up! I'm speeding up now!
[ So he says before speeding up his pace to get home faster. ]
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[ She's hugging her arms tight around his neck just to make sure she doesn't slip or fall and definitely not in a proper hug since she's still so mad at him and her cheery laughter trails after him the whole way home. In fact, she's still poking fun at him when she's being carried onto the apartment. ]
It's not gonna be too embarrassing for you to be in the bath with me, is it?
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[ He's not embarrassed about bathing with her! He was just railing her silly in a public changing cabin for the last few hours! He's not ready for shows of affection when he's expecting her to still be mad at him!
Nevermind that his threat is empty. Sure, he could probably get handsy with her or something, but that won't change the fact that he's running on empty for the rest of tonight. ]
Hell, you're the one who said "no" at first! Now hurry up and get undressed...
[ He carries her all the way to the bathroom before finally setting her down. For all his bluster, at least he didn't make her limp and stumble her way through the apartment... ]
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[ She's a little wobbly once she's back on her own feet - no wonder when her thighs are as sore as they are. She's honestly dreading looking at herself in the mirror, just a little.
But she unzips the hoodie and starts doing her best to work it off her body. ... Though going by the way she's fumbling, her aching muscles are making it kind of a difficult task. ]
Could you at least check and make sure the bath water's still good? I made sure to fill it before we set out, but who knows if that heater is any good...
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[ He can do something about that, of course. He checks the bath water… of course, it’s lukewarm at best. Guess that answers what state the heater is in… but then again, it’s not too high of a priority.
Not when he has magecraft specifically designed for mundane things such as heating up bathwater. ]
Tch…
[ She’ll be able to hear him click his tongue before waving his hand over the water, clearly doing something about the temperature not being good enough. As for Ai herself…
…well, it’s only natural that all her bruises and marks have gotten much much darker, isn’t it? ]
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For a long moment, Ai just stares at herself. Maybe it's just the contrast of her pale skin under the dark jacket, but the marks seem to stand out on her like brands. She's... still a mess in the literal sense, still sticky and sweaty, but even worse and even dirtier is the map of his touch that his hands and mouth have left all over her body.
How filthy. How unacceptable. How unforgivable for an idol like her.
A smile wobbles onto her face. ]
You really didn't let up on me for a second, did you...
[ It's worse the more layers she peels off. Her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs - at this point, there's nothing else... coming out of her and everything's going right into the laundry but completely undressed like this, she can tell what a mess he's made of her. ]
J-just how many times do you need to go before you're satisfied, anyway? You made such a mess. You're an animal.
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