After a series of ups and downs, somehow or another, one night passed, and the next day arrived.

The location is Room 901, where both Nishino and Shimizu are accommodated.

It was likely because they were both tired. Even after the sky brightened, they continued to sleep for a while, him and her, endlessly. However, that too wouldn't last forever. Just about the time when the sun was about to rise higher, the bed began to rustle.

"...Hmrm."

Speaking of someone, it's Shimizu Chikako.

After a minor shift in position, her eyes slowly opened, indicating she had awakened. Just as her consciousness returned, she promptly noticed the futsumen nearby, which quickly jogged her memory of last night's events.

As she awakened further, she was taken aback as she discovered herself tightly embracing her bed companion, wrapping her limbs around him like a body pillow. This situation was completely unexpected. She could feel a different body temperature through her thin sleepwear. It was a hugging habit she had never managed to outgrow since her childhood.

In her bedroom, she has a slightly smelly banana-shaped pillow on her bed, which remains there throughout summer and winter. She has been meaning to wash it soon, but hasn't had the time to do so, and it has been in use for several weeks now.

"......"

Class rep's entire body heated up in an instant as she recalled last night's events.

Her cheeks turned bright red.

"W-Why is Nishino-kun..."

As she found herself face to face with the futsumen, who was sleeping peacefully in his own arms, she instinctively tried to get up and move away. However, in that very moment, she unexpectedly realized one of the issues he was dealing with.

"...Your face looks terrible, isn't it..."

Apart from the left eye covered by an eye patch, there are blue bruises on his cheeks and forehead.

To witness upon waking up, it was a somewhat shocking sight. However, strangely, the Class rep didn't feel any disgust. Perhaps it reminded her of the futsumen who had been so considerate throughout the incident since yesterday.

Furthermore, she was the type of woman who found satisfaction in protecting weaker men rather than being protected by strong men. Of course, whether she herself fully understood this fact or not was another issue altogether.

However, thanks to the current undignified state that Nishino was displaying, he appeared much more favorable in her eyes compared to his usual condescending attitude. At least, she didn't feel the same irritation she experienced when dealing with him at school.

"......"

Suddenly, a noise echoed from somewhere else. The door to the room, which should have been locked, suddenly swung open abruptly. To make matters worse, a voice she had grown distressingly familiar with over the past few weeks echoed through the room. It was the last sound the Class Rep wanted to hear right now.

"—Nishino-kun? It's time for lunch, so let's go..."

It's Rose.

She witnessed Shimizu and Nishino lying side by side on the bed.

In the next moment, that small body leaped like a monkey and approached the bedside. A raised arm loomed over, aiming to seize the Class Rep's face. The tightly clenched fist posed a threat capable of crushing most things it struck.

—Including human skulls.

"!?" Nonetheless, she failed to ensnare the prey.

With a sharp and dull sound, as if cutting through thick wires with wire cutters, her arm was abruptly severed. In the next moment, her elbow and hand were completely detached. A massive amount of blood gushed out, dyeing Shimizu and Nishino completely red.

In a completely white room, red specks are scattered as if paint has been spilled.

"Eeeekk!?"

Feeling the warm droplet on her cheek, even the fearless Class rep couldn't help but be startled. She hastily sat up and retreated on the bed. Just as she was about to fall off the edge, she managed to grab onto the sheets and barely holding on.

Together with her frantic movements, the futsumen raised his upper body.

His slowly opened eyes were directed towards Rose with a calm demeanor.

"—Did you seriously try to kill her just now?"

Despite the sensation of blood raining down on him like a shower, Nishino remained composed as he gently brought his feet down from the bed's edge. Rising up from the sheets, he stood and immediately fixed his gaze on Rose in front of him.

"What was that just now...? My right arm seems to be missing."

"Your bad habit is to blame."

"That's not what I mean."

"In that case, what is it?"

"You were using a gun until yesterday, weren't you?"

"Isn't that just your imagination?"

"....."

After a night passed, Nishino, who had lost his mysterious power, was miraculously restored.

He didn't seem particularly surprised. That's because it was something like a recurring health issue that occurred periodically. However, depending on the circumstances, it could impact his professional life. Therefore, the futsumen had spent several years without ever informing anyone about it.

Just one day, but it's still a whole day.

On the other hand, Rose was looking at him with quite a surprised expression. She certainly hadn't expected the return of the futsumen's mysterious power. Hence, the aggressive approach and the attempt to kill Shimizu woke him up.

As pointed out, she was indeed trying to kill the Class rep.

The convoluted approach she had been employing for the past few weeks was due to her inability to remove Nishino from the societal stage. If she could control his movements, abducting and detaining him would be a far quicker and more certain option. Being someone who could find enjoyment in both masochism and sadism, Rose was not hesitant to employ any means necessary.

"N-Nishino-kun, you were awake!?"

Amidst the exchange between the two, the Class Rep let out a loud shout. Her somewhat off-topic remark was the result of her current state of panic, as she had been using him as a body pillow all this time, and it was now catching up with her.

"...Being treated like that, I'd definitely wake up."

I won't specify what.

Even the futsumen seemed to have read the atmosphere.

"......"

"I grasp the Class Rep's personality. I bet you have bad sleeping habits."

"H-Hey! I told you not to careless say things like that to the person themselves..."

Beneath the blood-soaked red, Shimizu's face became even more dyed in scarlet.

However, the futsumen judged that now was not the time to be paying attention to this.

He turned towards Rose and continued to voice his complaints in a composed manner.

"So, what's the meaning of this?"

"I heard you were in a single room, so I thought you were being attacked by someone unfamilliar. It's better to be cautious, don't you think, especially after what happened yesterday? Of course, I do feel sorry for startling Shimizu-san."

"...Is that so?"

"It seems I was mistaken. I'm glad you're safe."

Their casual way of speaking displayed an attitude as if they were engaging in casual small talk. Their demeanor seemed to suggest that they couldn't see the splatters of blood that had spewed out. This indifferent behavior, contrasting with the gruesome scene, made the entire exchange feel surreal.

"It's already past noon. Shall we head for lunch?"

The bloody blonde Lolita says with a big smile on her face.

It was a very cute and incredibly beautiful smile.

However, the responding futsumen was not captured by this.

"I'll shower first and then head out. You stay outside."

"Ara? How cruel. Since we're going together anyway, I'll wait here."

"......Do as you please."

With a brief murmur, Nishino started walking. His destination was the shower room adjacent to the bedroom. After searching for towels and clothes from the luggage he had brought in last night, he disappeared into the bathroom as if escaping from the room.

During that time, Rose's natural healing process begins prematurely.

From the lost elbow onwards, bones extended from the cut section, and various types of tubes grew entwined with them. Before the bone formation reaches the fingertips, muscles attach to the surrounding area, followed by flesh, and finally, a glossy skin grows to cover them all.

Within a few minutes, her lost right arm had returned to its original form.

"A-Arm... R-Rose-san, y-your arm is..."

It's like a scene from a horror movie.

The Class rep is so surprised that she forgets even the discomfort of being covered in blood all over her body.

"Good morning, Shimizu-san."

"G-G-Good morning, Rose-san."

Simple greetings were exchanged between them.

The latter was completely overwhelmed by the momentum of the former. The Class rep had always thought that Rose was somehow extraordinary. However, that was within the bounds of being human. It never crossed their mind that she would grow back her severed arm like a lizard.

However, such shocking things are trivial matters for Lizard Woman.

"You. What were you doing just now?"

Rose's blood-soaked fingertips touched the Class Rep's cheek.

A slimy and slippery sensation glides over the skin.

"Eeek..."

The blonde lolita, with one knee on the bed, leaned closer until their noses were almost touching, pressing her face against Shimizu's. Her narrowed blue eyes, unwavering and seemingly forgetting to blink, gazed intensely into the Class Rep's black eyes.

"Nishino-kun is mine. Got it? Can you repeat that? Nishino-kun is mine."

"N-N-Nishino-kun, is m-mine."

"NOT YOURS!!"

Abruptly, Rose shouted loudly.

"Eeek...!"

The overwhelmed Shimizu staggers.

She almost fell off the bed again.

"Nishino-kun is mine?! Do you understand?!"

"Y-Yeah, I get it, I get it, so don't get your face t-too close..."

"You, were you hugging Nishino-kun? I saw you fumbling around under the futon. Hey, why did things turn out like that? Could it be, maybe not, were you touching his private parts or something? You weren't, right? Hey?"

"I-I didn't touch him!"

Rose pushed forward, placing both knees on the sheets.

The Class rep involuntarily raised her voice in response to a level of creepiness that exceeded her imagination.

She also doesn't have a taste for homosexuality.

"......That so."

The blonde Lolita responded casually took Shimizu's right hand.

It's the hand that was hugging Nishino just a moment ago.

"W-Wait, w-what are you doing...?"

"Mmm, chuu..."

"Hiiii!?"

Without any pause, she began to lick Shimizu's hand.

Starting from the fingertips, moving between the fingers, across the palm, and up to the wrist, her tongue slowly traced every inch without the slightest gap. As the saliva, thick and sticky, mixed with the blood, from the Class rep's right wrist onward, it quickly became slippery and gooey in no time.

"R-Rose-san, um, c-could you please let me off the hook with this?"

"Nishino is mine, his body temperature, scent, and taste, everything. I won't give him to you."

"......"

"I won't give it. Absolutely, positively won't give it. I won't give it to you."

Confronted with a level of perversion beyond what she had imagined, the Class rep was speechless.

The insanity of witnessing the restoration of Rose's arm just now is enough to blow her mind. And then Rose's licking time continued for several minutes until Nishino came out of the bathroom. Every inch of her skin, from her nails to the flesh beneath, was thoroughly licked.

Step by step, Shimizu is steadily moving away from her everyday life.

On the same day, after finishing lunch, everyone gathered in Francisca's room.

The reason is quite simple; it's because it's the largest room. Just like yesterday, they sat on the sofa, facing each other. The only difference seems to be the number of people. In the living room, besides Nishino, only Francisca and Rose can be seen.

Tarousuke, despite his painful body, headed towards the photo shoot. He had a tremendous professional spirit. However, in reality, he was a man who genuinely believed, from the bottom of his heart, that concealing his gunshot wound while working was the most rock and roll thing to do, rather than a sense of duty towards his job.

In the end, the three who were left out were the ones present at the same place.

Originally, Rose was also supposed to accompany Takeuchi-kun's group. However, according to her, she wasn't feeling well. She informed them that she would stay at the hotel. The class leader didn't seem pleased with this decision, but with Tarousuke's presence, there were no disagreements.

Regarding Shimizu, who accompanied them, one might say that she was overjoyed and dancing with excitement about having some distance from Rose.

"What happened to that woman?"

Sitting deeply on the sofa and sipping on post-meal tea, Nishino inquires.

"She packed into the helicopter at sunrise. I wonder if she's at home by now?"

"Was there any trouble?"

"There's no chance of it happening. But I can't even relieve myself on my own."

"...Then, that's fine."

Nishino, who had also a similar supernatural ability, was worried that she might have regained her strength. It was his first time meeting someone with a similar mysterious power, which is why he was able to notice her poor physical condition.

"So, that's why this time it's finally over. Everything has been taken care of."

"Then I'd like to take it easy today..."

Even Nishino, as expected, seemed tired.

Unusually, in front of the two of them, he raised both hands and stretched as if to show.

"Nishino-kun, regarding our plans for the future, can we talk for a bit?"

"What?"

"I hope you haven't forgotten about yesterday's promise."

"...I haven't forgotten. I remember it clearly."

"Is it alright to consider starting from this moment onwards?"

"Yeah."

He was a futsumen who had sold himself to Rose in order to rescue Takeuchi-kun and the others. Some of it could be repurchased by using his savings. However, there was still a considerable amount that would be needed. Until he compensated for the full amount, he had no freedom.

Therefore, with a slightly stiff expression, the futsumen turned towards the blonde Lolita.

"You can use me as you like."

Today, he had considered spending the entire day sleeping. Thanks to that, the futsumen felt a bit down. As the night had passed, his left eye throbbed beneath the eye patch. However, his mental state wasn't soft enough to openly admit it.

"Well then, without further ado, would you accompany me on my sightseeing?"

"...Sightseeing? What benefit does that have for you?"

"That's something you shouldn't concern yourself with."

"Well, fine. If you tell me to do it, I'll do it. Do as you please."

He was typically cynical, just like usual.

In his heart, he couldn't help but have some doubts about the exchange with Rose. However, he didn't have that much interest in her to pursue it further. Recognizing his own role as merely a tool, he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

In that case, Francisca spoke to the two of them, urging them to follow suit.

"In that case, may I join as well?"

"No, we're fine, Francisca. Please stay at the hotel as usual."

"...How cold."

The middle-aged woman appeared somewhat lonely in her expression.

As if adding insult to injury, the terminal placed on the table began to vibrate. She glanced at it with annoyance, checked it with one hand, and as she saw the name displayed on the screen, her expression tensed up abruptly.

It seems like she's not too pleased with the other party.

As she rose from the sofa, she walked toward the terrace facing the living room.

Having seen this through, Nishino began to speak to Rose.

"I'll say this in advance."

"Ara? Is something the matter?"

"I don't mind if you go through hardships. I don't have an issue with you involving me. You can use me as you please. However, if there's a chance that Takeuchi-kun and the others will face trouble again, I will throw everything aside, even if it means getting rid of you."

"I want you to calm down, Nishino-kun. That's never going to happen."

"Is that statement really believable?"

"This is my way of thanking you. Right, that's why we're just going to tour the island like usual, okay?"

"You have no reason to thank me."

"Let's get going, shall we? It's our special trip, after all."

"......"

Rose casually grabs Nishino's arm.

It seems that the declaration made earlier was not a lie after all. Nishino allowed Rose to guide him without resistance. As she walked with a bit of haste, he obediently followed, allowing Rose to hold his hand, and he followed along dutifully thereafter.

Francisca was left alone afterward.

After leaving the hotel, the two of them went for a quite regular city sightseeing.

"Are you really only here for sightseeing?"

"I thought I said that, though?"

Nishino looked at Rose, who had bought souvenirs in both hands, with a dubious expression. He had been bracing himself for whatever unreasonable demands she might throw at him, so he had no particular expectations for the sightseeing to proceed without any unusual events.

On the other hand, the blonde Lolita walking beside him appeared to be in extremely good spirits. The smile on her face seemed to have a slightly different charm from her usual forced smiles. She was exceptionally cheerful. Occasionally, as she found various things at souvenir shops and deliberated over them, she seemed like a completely different person from the ordinary, familiar her.

"What are you scheming?"

"I'd be lying if I said I'm not planning anything, but it's not that crucial at the moment."

"......"

She was an insane woman persistently pushing forward the Nishino enslavement plan.

However, at the moment, she was actively making preparations to fully enjoy the trip she had been looking forward to since two weeks ago. As for the futsumen, who can't even fathom her intentions, confusion is the only thing prevailing. Even compared to last night, his inner turmoil has only intensified.

"Hey~ Nishino-kun. What do you think about this?"

Among the accessories displayed on the roadside vendor's awning, she picked up one, a ring that cost a few thousand yen, and placed it on her own finger, showing it off. It was a simple design, forged in silver, and it suited Rose's fair complexion very well.

"It's not bad."

"Really? Hehe, in that case, shall I have one?"

"......"

What is this creepy creature? A glance that seemed to say as much was directed from Nishino to Rose. However, the recipient of the gaze didn't seem to mind at all. She eagerly took her wallet from her pocket and headed toward the street vendor with a beaming smile.

"Could I have this?"

"Ohh, what a beautiful young lady."

The merchant man was struck by Rose's beauty as soon as he saw her.

It's fluent English.

His gaze shifted toward the futsumen standing beside her.

"Oioi, nii-chan. Making a cute girl like this take out her wallet, don't you think you're lacking a bit in gallantry? It's a man's nature to let her buy as much as she wants, one or two, whatever she fancies."

"......That's true."

If the person he was dealing with wasn't Rose, he probably wouldn't have let her take out her wallet like that. He must have been putting on a show at this moment. He's not as clueless as Takeuchi-kun, but he's a fairly futsumen who's quite perceptive.

But sadly, the current companion is Rose.

"Is this enough?"

"Thank you for your purchase!"

He takes out bills from his pocket and hands them over.

"Girls this cute are rare, so make sure to cherish her!"

"It's none of your business."

"Ah!?"

Nishino's remarks, as if he had no consideration for the situation, made the Asian soy sauce seller bristle with a sassy retort. Given that he was dealing with a boy who appeared to be more than a decade younger, no matter how much it was a business transaction, this reaction was only natural.

On the other hand, completely unfazed by this, Rose, who had the ring in her hand, was in an extremely cheerful mood. She slid the ring onto her left ring finger and pressed it tightly, as if she would never take it off again. Her expression seemed on the verge of melting with delight. Hehe, hehe, hehehehe. Her eerie smile couldn't be stopped.

"Thank you, Nishino-kun. I'm really happy."

"......I'm glad for you."

A young couple, viewed from a third-person perspective, with a somewhat quirky vibe.

"......."

The street vendor, as if watching over even the strange things, sent them off with a puzzled expression on his face.

For a while after that, their sightseeing proceeded without any hitches and passed by calmly. For a young man and woman, one could almost call it an ideal day. The incident involving Shimizu in the early morning felt like a complete lie.

And on the same night, the two of them departed from Santorini heading towards Japan.