Sorata Kanda leaned over on his side, hoping to catch a few more moments of precious sleep, but was suddenly woken up by the sight of his brunette friend leaning on his desk, looking down at her camcorder.

"Aoy...ama...?," he groaned tiredly, holding his head. "Argghh...so painful..."

He slouched over, letting his head fall limp while he heard Mashiro toss and turn next to him. He let out a long yawn.

"What...happened..?," he muttered. Noticing that him and Mashiro were entirely naked while Aoyama was wearing his shirt, he sobered up and panicked. "Oh...oh no! D-D-Did w-w-we?!-"

"-Yeah. We did," Aoyama growled, throwing Sorata the camcorder. To say it was an unpleasant morning would be an understatement. There was an angry Aoyama to his left and a hungover Mashiro to his right. He immediately shut the camcorder screen, trying to forget the sight of Aoyama lustfully bouncing up and down on him while Mashiro sat on his face. He crawled up into a ball and let out a long whimper.

"Y-Yeah...," Aoyama repeated. "Listen...why don't we just forget this. I-I mean, we were all drunk right?! So it's like...none of us are at fault."

She said that despite watching the footage beginning to end, where she clearly saw her past drunk self set down the camcorder on the desk and begin masturbating to the sight of Sorata pounding away at Mashiro. Although both Sorata and Mashiro did encourage her to...join in, so she was right in a sense.

"HOW COULD I FORGET THAT?!," Sorata screamed into a pillow. "Y-Y-YOU RODE MY-"

"AGH! OKAY! STOP! STOOOP!," Aoyama interrupted, hands over her ears. The two were blushing madly and they stayed silent for a while, letting the morning noises of birds and dogs barking calm them down a bit.

"...let's go to school," Aoyama said with a façade of confidence. "Nothing we can do here."

Sorata nervously nodded and shook Mashiro awake while Aoyama left with her clothes and her camcorder.

"So...ra...ta...ba...ka...," Mashiro mumbled into her pillow.

"...oi...it's morning...we have school!," Sorata said, gently shaking her.

"There will be no school forever...," she breathed quietly.

"Don't say such ominous things."

"Sorata," Mashiro said, her face still buried in the pillow. "Why can't I feel my legs?"

He stayed silent, embarrassingly watching the girl begin to realise. She slowly got leaned up, took one look at the naked Sorata and started to panic.

"What...W-W-ha..?!...Did we...?!," Mashiro squeaked, arms covering her chest.

"Y-Yes...we did...," Sorata replied neutrally. They looked at each other and as if they knew what each other was thinking, got out of bed and started the day off.


"What a mess..."

Sensei sighed as she placed her hands on her hips, leaning the mop against the corner of two walls. There were cans of beer strewn across the dining table and the floor of the living room where they had played uno, it seems. She too had a difficult time remembering what happened last night.

"O-Oh...right...that happened...," she remembered, crystal clear.

What she remembered, was watching Sorata have sex with both Mashiro and Aoyama, as well as hearing Rita's screams of pleasure right next to her room. She had also remembered, embarrassingly enough, touching herself and having an intense orgasm while listening to the two go at it.

"Tch! They're seventeen years old Chihiro!," she scolded to herself as she picked up the beer cans. "How shameful! Boy, are they gonna hear it from me...!"

"...sensei...mornin'...," Aoyama groaned tiredly as she filled up a glass of water to drink.

She remained silent, not knowing how to react to the hungover brunette.

"Should I be mad that they had a threesome? I mean, I sure as hell ain't encouraging this...but it had to happen some time right?! T-The sex part, not the threesome! And what about Rita and Ryuunosuke?"

Both Mashiro and Sorata who had just finished taking a shower (separately!) stumbled like zombies down the stairs, giving their greetings to the sensei was now mopping up spills left by drunk teenagers. Aoyama came by and helped her by putting the dishes in the sink.

"Morning sensei," Sorata greeted.

"...morning," Mashiro greeted.

"Arghh...can you get everyone else down here? We're gonna have a 'talk'," sensei firmly requested. It was not a request, it was a direct order not from the friendly older-sister Chihiro, but from professional, school-teacher sensei.

Once the room was cleaned up, everyone was seated drearily, some holding their heads in discomfort, around the dining table where they had their hotpot. Sorata, Mashiro, Aoyama, Hase and Himemiya were in their school uniforms while the others were in random sets of comfort clothing.

"Ughh...too loud...," Misaki groaned, resting her head on her husband's lap.

"My head hurts..."

"Why is it so...damn...bright..?!"

"Hey!," sensei barked, getting everyone to sit up slowly in attention. She breathed in slowly, trying to keep her temper under control. "I can tolerate the alcohol and the drunkenness, considering you're all young and whatever. But the loud fuck noises at night has got to stop. You hear me?!"

She stared holes at the trio, especially Aoyama who was the loudest, causing her to stammer and blush. She also gave a look at Rita, who looked completely unabashed and extremely proud of herself. It was almost as if she was saying to the teacher: "I got pounded, and I made it clear that we had an amazing time. What did you do, teacher?"

It was even better since she wasn't technically a resident of Sakurasou, but was staying over as a guest.

"Sensei...," Sorata explained. "We were drunk. It wasn't our fault-"

"Then you three, no more alcohol from now on. Understand? You do that shit at a hotel."

"Umm...weren't you the one who fed us liquor and got us hammered?," Aoyama muttered, which got her a strong death glare from sensei.

"Now we're heading off to school," she said standing up, signalling the three third years and the two first years to stand up also. "And by the time I get back, this dorm better be squeaky clean. Rita. Ryuunosuke."

"W-Why us?!," Ryuunosuke countered.

Sensei didn't respond, simply looking at the otaku with a mildly envious face before wringing her purse over her shoulder and leaving out the door.


"Sorata."

Mashiro whispered in Sorata's ear as she was receiving a piggy back ride on his back because she complained that she couldn't feel her legs.

"Mashiro."

"Can I...watch it?"

It, referring to the porn tape that Aoyama inadvertently shot. Sorata looked over at Aoyama, to which she shielded the camcorder out of view with her arms.

"You're...you're too young for that," she replied, eliciting a dull stare from the both of them. "B-Besides, why would you wanna watch when you two could-"

"Aoyama."

"Y-Yes?"

"Let me watch it."

"When we get to school, maybe! If...you've been a good girl."

Mashiro suddenly blushed at being called a 'good' girl, like she was a cat and Aoyama was her owner. It instantly spurred on some weird sexual fantasy in her mind, so she looked forward and stayed silent. The trio walked in uncomfortable silence to the school. It was pretty early, around 7:30 am, so they could walk pretty slowly and let their hangovers dissipate. Obviously, they couldn't stop thinking about what happened the night before.

"Say...Kanda-kun...?," Aoyama hushed, looking at the ground. "Do you...remember what I looked like? Y-Ya' know...naked?"

"Umm...now that you mention it...I remember being amazed...but it was all kinda fuzzy."

"A-Amazed huh...good to know..."

"..."

"So...what now?," Sorata spoke up, cutting to the meat. "Do we just...forget about yesterday as a one off? Delete the video?"

Aoyama was mortified at the thought of deleting the only memory of her having sex with Sorata, and clutched the camcorder even harder. She reasoned that she could make a copy onto her laptop on she got home.

"Yeah. Yeah...sounds good. Just a one off, okay Mashiro? We never did anything," Aoyama chuckled, locking eyes with the girl on Sorata's back.

"Okay," was all she replied back.

"Delete that video then," Sorata said.

"I...will delete it. Once we get back home. We can have one last look at it or something," Aoyama countered, still keeping a nervous smile on her face.

"Sureeee...," Sorata joshed. He knew exactly what his friend was thinking. "Before you make a copy onto your laptop, right?"

Aoyama's eyes widened.

"Aoyama-"

"PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DELETE IT!," she yelled, stepping away from Sorata and Mashiro while clutching onto the camcorder close to her chest.

Sorata sighed at the confusing girl. He was in no mood to argue and protest.

"Look...whatever...just don't let anyone else other than us two see it, okay?," he said.

And with that, fate had just turned its hand against Sorata.


"Did you hear?"

"What?"

"About Sorata! He's banging both Aoyama and the blonde beauty!"

"Blonde beau-Shiina-san?! No way!"

"Yeah! He's got both of them around his fingertips!"

"R-Really..? I wonder how he is in bed..."

"Right? He looks so shy and timid, but its like he's hiding a raging masculine beast under there!"

Sorata closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"...what have you done...," he said, barely audible.

"Kanda-kun! I-It was an accident! I just-"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"