As everyone knew, drunk people were the most terrifying existence.
Because often, you had no idea what she would do, what she would say, or what reckless incident she might cause.
If you believed something like "drunken words are sober thoughts," then you had been completely fooled.
There was no such thing as drunken words being sober thoughts. Often, it was only because people stopped caring about consequences, dared to say anything, and were controlled by their emotions in the moment. It had nothing to do with whether they were telling the truth.
And what you needed to be even more wary of was what such a drunk might do to you while her emotions were amplified.
So cherish life. Stay away from drunks.
Only, the woman currently throwing herself drunkenly into Oreki Gen's arms, her fragrance mixing with the smell of alcohol, was Kikyou Satomi... the gentle, considerate older-sister neighbor with mature charm and a seemingly soft personality.
Oreki Gen first steadied Kikyou Satomi in his arms, letting her lean against the edge of the doorframe.
The woman had indeed drunk a little too much. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she seemed just barely able to stand properly. But compared with the usual gentle, quiet Kikyou Satomi, the one leaning against the doorframe now was looking at Oreki Gen with a smile.
The smile on her face was enchanting and seductive.
Her face carried the rosy flush of drunkenness, while her eyes wandered over Oreki Gen.
Oreki Gen stood inside the door and looked at her.
"You drank this much..."
Kikyou Satomi raised a hand and brushed the hair before her forehead, making her already delicate face appear even clearer before Oreki Gen. Having already taken off her jacket and holding it in her hand, the front of her white blouse showed a fullness that seemed ready to spill out, the buttons looking as though they might burst at any moment.
As expected of a doujin world. Her exaggerated, explosive figure was something else.
"Mmm... It was a company dinner. Those greasy old men only thought about forcing me to drink, but they still underestimated my alcohol tolerance."
It sounded like one of the helpless realities of the adult world.
If this had been ordinary daily contact, that would have been fine. Oreki Gen had plenty of ways to end the conversation. But he had not expected that, during this drunken opportunity, she would come straight to his door. That made things a little difficult.
Oreki Gen thought for a moment.
"Kikyou-san, how would you like me to help you?"
Kikyou Satomi lightly rubbed her temple with her fingers, seeming as if her head hurt a little.
"It's very simple... Could Oreki-kun help me open my door? The alcohol is hitting me a bit now, so opening it has become difficult. I'm really sorry for troubling you."
Her words were very clear and logical. She did not sound like someone who had drunk too much.
And a drunk office lady, with a bombshell figure and seductive face, actually finding her neighboring student after drinking was already unreasonable in itself. But... Oreki Gen did not intend to look for any other reason.
He looked at the key she handed over. It was like a silent invitation.
Oreki Gen took the key directly, without too much hesitation.
"That much is easy. No problem. But Kikyou-san, can you walk properly right now?"
Oreki Gen seemed to ask out of concern.
The woman tried to straighten up beside the doorframe, but she looked unsteady.
"I should... be fine, right? Oreki-kun, don't underestimate working women. Onee-san isn't that weak, you know~ Ah~!"
Only, the moment she turned and prepared to take the next step outside, her high heel twisted. It was as if her ankle had stopped obeying her, and her whole body was about to fall.
Thankfully, Oreki Gen was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stretched out his arm and accurately caught her slender, soft waist.
The instant his hand settled there, he felt how delicate this woman's waist was. Most of her body leaned against him, and in her panic, she seemed to instinctively hug his arm, causing her full chest to press tightly against him.
In that instant, the contact between them was incomparably intimate.
Kikyou Satomi lifted her flushed face and looked at Oreki Gen. She seemed completely unaware of how ambiguous this contact was. On the contrary, she gave him a smile full of alluring charm.
"Looks like I was still pushing myself a little. Oreki-kun's arm is so reliable~"
An unnamed flame burned through the young man's blood.
Oreki Gen quietly took a light breath without letting it show.
Then he smiled.
"I'll support you, Kikyou-san. Be careful."
So he closed his own door, then helped this young, voluptuous woman reach her own doorway.
The distance was short, but a drunken woman and a hot-blooded young man could not avoid contact along the way. Although it did not go so far as to "misfire," the brushing and rubbing were unavoidable.
By the time he finally opened her door with the key, Oreki Gen was already hot all over. This was simply torture.
"All right, Kikyou-san. The door is open."
Kikyou Satomi, still half-leaning in the young man's arms, opened her eyes slightly, as if she had no idea what was happening around her.
"Ah... so it is. Could I trouble Oreki-kun to help me inside? Because I've gotten used to Oreki-kun supporting me, I feel like I've become a cicada that can't fly..."
What kind of strange metaphor was that?
But it looked as if her little scheme was not over yet... Oreki Gen did not expose her. He pretended to hesitate awkwardly.
"All right, then. Kikyou-san, be careful. There's a step here..."
Kikyou Satomi's home was clean and tidy, without too many messy decorations or meaningless pieces of furniture.
A television, a table, tatami, and a beanbag sofa.
That seemed to be enough to make up this woman's living room.
"Mmm~~ So comfortable~"
When Oreki Gen placed Kikyou Satomi on the beanbag sofa, the woman lay back with the motion, as if this was a very comfortable position for her.
Her arms opened, and she lay face-up, her legs slightly bent and stacked together.
Those long legs, wrapped in black stockings and high heels, were full and yet perfectly proportioned.
Her hips, wrapped in a deep-blue tight skirt, were even fuller and more tempting in shape. Even with fabric covering them, they made a person instinctively feel the urge to go up and take a bite.
"So hot... Could you help me turn on the air conditioner, Oreki-kun~?"
Even her tone after drinking had become strange. Sweet and coy, almost spoiled. Who said older women could not act spoiled?
Oreki Gen quickly found the air-conditioner remote and turned on the living room air conditioner. As the cool air blew out, it seemed to make people much more sober and comfortable. The ambiguous, hazy atmosphere from earlier seemed to be dispersing.
"Kikyou-san, if you're all right now... eh?"
Oreki Gen had just been about to say his farewell.
The moment he turned his head, he saw an astonishing sight.
Kikyou Satomi, lying on the beanbag sofa, seemed not to have fully shaken off the heat. She had actually undone the buttons at the front of her blouse. Not just one button, but two!
In an instant, almost half of that full, snow-white curve appeared in Oreki Gen's eyes.
The soft mounds wrapped in red lace-trimmed underwear possessed a temptation that practically made one's blood surge.
At times like this, he truly hated that his eyesight was too good.
Good enough that in a lit room, even from a distance, he could clearly see the faint blue veins partly visible beneath the snow-white skin of her chest...
That seemed to be a special attribute only huge breasts could possess.
Kikyou Satomi seemed to hear his voice and lazily opened her eyes. Yet she seemed completely unaware of how alluring she was right now. Of course... perhaps this was exactly what she hoped would happen.
"Oreki-kun~ What's wrong?"
If this was acting, then this woman was far too terrifying.
A face with mature charm, such an explosive, heaven-gifted body, and flawless acting that left no gaps.
She was practically a weapon specialized against men. Who could withstand this?
Oreki Gen unconsciously swallowed.
He turned his gaze aside.
"Nothing. It's just getting late, and it isn't very appropriate for me to stay in your home like this, Kikyou-san. I'll head out first. You should rest properly."
This was bad. If he stayed like this, something would happen.
Oreki Gen's wariness shot straight to the maximum.
A drunk woman and a hot-blooded young man. Those buffs were simply stacking layer after layer.
But just as Oreki Gen prepared to leave, he heard her voice from behind him.
"Oreki-kun~ If you don't mind, could you help me one more time?"
"What?"
Oreki Gen turned back.
Then he saw the woman lying there raise both legs toward him.
There were certain areas even the tight skirt could not completely conceal. Black stockings wrapped her legs, and what secret lay at the deepest point where they connected?
Her feet still had black high heels hanging from them.
She lay in the sofa, hair scattered, cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy and muddled like a chaotic swamp.
One hand rested lazily above her head, while the other was curled lightly between her tempting red lips.
She breathed softly, seeming to gently bite the finger that had fallen between her lips...
This pose, this composition... It was basically a movie poster!
He could not take this anymore, Ah Wei!