In this world, the ratio is 7:1 in favor of women, who are physically and socially stronger, and naturally, since this was a downtown area, it was a female driver for safety.
Calling it was easy enough, but the first one refused us because of Mizore-senpai’s condition, and while the second one let us in after I pleaded, I was so agitated that I gave “my home address” as the destination.
And, whether it was the alcohol or motion sickness, Mizore-senpai committed an act in the car that I’m hesitant to even speak of.
Naturally, I—the one who was fully conscious—was blamed by the driver.
I apologized, and as instructed, I ran to a convenience store ATM and handed over the cleaning fee at the driver’s asking price, as I didn’t want any more trouble.
One-third of my living expenses for the month vanished, but it couldn’t be helped…
In fact, it was probably a reasonable amount for a cleaning fee…
I’m sure the driver hated cleaning it, and they naturally wouldn’t be able to operate while cleaning, so it probably included compensation for that.
I felt sorry, too.
In short, I gave up.
Then, although we managed to arrive in front of my house, the clothes I was supporting Mizore-senpai in were in a wretched state.
She was conscious, breathing properly, and just seemed to be dead drunk.
I’m no expert, but it didn’t seem like a situation where I needed to call an ambulance.
For now, I brought senpai into the house.
I put the instruments in an easy-to-see spot and moved them only to a position where they wouldn’t get lost.
Senpai’s stylish clothes were in a wretched state.
In my previous life, it would have been a problem for a man to undress a woman without permission, but in this life, where the sense of sexual morality is reversed, that wasn’t the case.
“Senpai, please do a ‘Banzai,’ a ‘Banzai.'” Senpai had those unfocused, suspicious eyes, but she raised both hands in a Banzai pose for me.
Then, after taking off that T-shirt, I wiped the dirty parts with a wet, clean towel and gave her a replacement T-shirt (mine, of course).
I did the same for her lower body, cleaning the parts that had been soiled by the unspeakable disaster and having her wear a replacement pair of trousers.
I also made her go to the toilet.
It wasn’t a very wholesome act, but I had her not lock the door just in case.
It would be a problem if I couldn’t help her if something happened inside.
In that situation, I naturally had a chance to see senpai’s lower abdomen, but I was so agitated and in such a flurry that it wasn’t the kind of situation where I would feel sexual desire.
The reason I made her use the toilet was based on knowledge from my previous life that alcohol has a diuretic effect, so the more you go, the more the alcohol is flushed out.
Making her drink water right after she got drunk was also to lower the alcohol concentration in her body.
Finally, after making her drink a ton of water, I had no choice but to carry Mizore-senpai and lay her down in bed.
(Incidentally, it’s the bed I usually use, and also use when I’m with Kumiko.
It’s a double size, so there’s plenty of room for two people to sleep.) I was exhausted, too.
I had taken her out to a live house that held jazz events, hoping it would provide some clue to solving her problem.
And then there was this incredible drop after I had thought, “I’m glad she managed to enjoy herself during the performance.” I’m truly tired…
After that, I remember washing the bulk of the dirt off senpai’s clothes in the bathroom and putting them in the washer-dryer, but after that, I must have been in a daze from mental exhaustion.
“I ended up getting into bed in my usual semi-naked state.” —And that’s how we got to the next morning.
In this world, the sense of sexual morality between men and women is reversed.
If it were a man from my previous life, and he woke up in the morning to find a naked or semi-naked woman next to him, and he had no memory because of drinking too much…
—”This is bad, I might have messed up.” He would think that.
That was the situation Mizore-senpai was in now.
And Mizore-senpai was more responsible and stubborn than I thought.
I insisted that nothing had happened and that it was a mutual misunderstanding, but— —senpai would not stop insisting on taking responsibility.
I had been drawn to Mizore-senpai for a long time.
For me, I was more than happy—I welcomed the idea of dating her.
“…I’ll take responsibility…” “…Okay.” In the end, I gave in and started dating Mizore-senpai.
(In this world, since there are few men, it’s a matter of course to date in doubles or triples.
There is only one man for every eight women.
If it were one husband and one wife, humans would go extinct through natural decrease, so that kind of social awareness exists at the core, unlike in my previous life.) The moment I gave this senpai the answer “Yes,” I could no longer suppress my desires.
—From now on, this senpai is “my woman.”