An overseas trip that goes against the original plan, with a series of unexpected events.

The Class rep was physically and mentally exhausted.

Perhaps that's why, after parting ways with Takeuchi-kun and the others and losing her destination, she found herself spending the night in the same room as Nishino, prompted by a proposal from him.

Moreover, they both share a single bed for sleeping.

"......"

Thanks to that, the Class rep has been unable to sleep at all.

Right next to her, within a few minutes of lying down, the futsumen started to snore softly. Due to their position with their backs turned to each other, it was impossible to see his sleeping face. However, it seemed certain that he had fallen asleep.

For Shimizu, it is not an amusing story.

"...How do you manage to fall asleep so quickly?"

She was frustrated as she couldn't sleep herself, while the futsumen next to her peacefully dozed off. Her self-esteem was once again triggered.

The Class rep, who is currently sleeping in the same futon with someone of the opposite sex other than family for the first time, honestly believes she couldn't possibly fall asleep so easily.

Despite that, Nishino is sleeping soundly.

I wonder if he has any experience. She thought. An imagination she didn't want to dwell on as a girl.

At the same time, she began to wonder if she wasn't being seen as a woman, and she started to get caught up in such thoughts. This leads to her consciousness awakening even more.

"......"

Feeling the warmth of another person's body through her back, her drowsiness retreated even more.

"...This is making me look like an idiot, isn't it?"

She murmured under her breath, without saying it to anyone.

Thinking that she wouldn't be able to sleep like this, she decided to wake up for a moment. She planned to have a change of pace by drinking some water.

Nevertheless, it was not an option to wake her sleeping companion during the process.

At this moment, the Class rep was in a mood where if Nishino were to speak to her, she felt she might say something harsh again. She, too, had no intention of wanting to speak harshly. The best option is to quietly get through it.

Above all, this person took care of various things during the trip. Regardless of personality, the Class rep was grateful for that fact. For this reason, she didn't want to address harsh words, at least until they got back to school.

Therefore, this task must be executed with great care and caution.

Sleeping on the same bed, under a single blanket, also contributes to this, making it impossible to casually brush it aside.

I can't push it away. From beneath the blanket, the Class rep started to shift towards the pillow, fidgeting as if to pull her body out.

The mission involves holding onto the blanket fabric with both hands.

Then, immediately afterward, her hand that was supporting the blanket hit something hard.

"...Hm?"

Feeling a sensation different from limbs in her fingertips, Shimizu wondered inquisitively, What could this be?

"......"

And she had a naturally curious personality, always wanting to investigate anything that piqued her interest. Maybe something strange had gotten mixed up on the sheets? Thinking that way, she reached her hand into the futon.

It seems she thought about taking it out from under the blanket. She reached out to touch the object with her hand.

To her surprise, it was warmer than she had thought. It was something warm and rod-shaped.

Regardless of her tight grip, the full shape became clear.

"......"

She had initially imagined something inorganic like a spray can, but she now understood that it was actually something more organic. To put it bluntly, she thought it was something like a sausages or hotdogs, but she cleverly realized the true identity of the rod.

The Class rep quickly withdrew her hand in a panic.

"Wha..."

Immediately after, there was a reaction from the futsumen. He let out a small groan and squirmed, moving his body. And then, as if to signal, he rolled over from his previous supine position towards her.

As a result, the rod she had just let go of during their movement was now pressed firmly against the Class rep's thigh. Even within the warm futon, it was an area where warmth could be acutely sensed. Moreover, it was positioned relatively close to her groin.

She felt like she was on the verge of uttering a cry.

However, understanding that the cause was within herself, she reluctantly swallowed this. Despite her lack of experience with the opposite sex, the diligent Class rep had a proper understanding of what this physiological phenomenon was.

M-Men naturally get bigger when they're asleep, right? I get it, I get it. She remarked, and the like.

She had gained this knowledge through her health and physical education classes and later reviewed it through internet image searches. The Class rep reviewed it with considerable dedication.

"......."

In a state of great panic, the hand that had been hastily pulled out from under the blanket was now right in front of her own body, which was lying down, just in front of her eyes and nose. She stared at the palm of her hand, which still felt warm, and the Class rep's face turned bright red.

The rod remained pressed against her thigh.

"......."

Her consciousness had fully awakened.

I can't sleep like this. While her thigh felt the warmth, making her heart race, she somehow managed to pull her body out from under the futon. Then, as she descended from the bed to the floor, she put some distance between herself and Nishino.

She observed for a while, but there was no sign of him waking up.

Thanks to that, Shimizu narrowly escaped death and was given a second chance at life.

"...Why do I have to get nervous around Nishino-kun?"

Blushing intensely, she whispered in a barely audible voice.

As if she couldn't continue watching, her gaze shifted from the bed to elsewhere.

As if unable to bear watching any further, her gaze shifted from the sleeping berth to somewhere else. What caught her eye was the desk set up in front of the bed. On it, there was a bottle of alcohol that Nishino had brought as a nightcap.

It was unclear to her whether it was wine, liqueur, or a different kind of drink. Nevertheless, the one thing she grasped from her conversation with the futsumen was that it contained alcohol.

As of now, the Class rep yearned for sleep.

She is mentally and physically exhausted, yet unable to sleep. Her sympathetic nervous system is on high alert. If she continues to be unable to sleep like this, tomorrow will surely be a difficult day. This thought only adds to her anxiety.

"......."

It may have been due to such extreme distress that, before she realized it, Shimizu was reaching for the bottle placed on the desk. Having occasionally joined her father for his evening drinks, she knew that a moderate amount of alcohol could help with sleep.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit, so..."

Fortunately, the bottle was already unsealed.

Most likely, Nishino opened it. She poured a small quantity of the bottle's contents into her palm and and tasted it. The knowledgeable Class rep remembered the word "tasting". If it was a strong alcohol, she might faint on the spot the moment she drinks it.

Then, a more intense alcoholic flavor than she had imagined stimulated her mouth.

"......."

On the same day, the chairman had alcohol for the first time in her life without her parents knowing. It was whiskey.

The slowly burning sensation in the esophagus descended into her stomach. She realized it immediately afterward.

"Ah..."

The palm of the hand, wet from dripping alcohol, was the hand that held Nishino's rod tightly. The exhilarating act of secretly drinking from her parents had caused her to make a fatal mistake. However, the alcohol that had gone down her throat wouldn't come back.

The sensation of the alcohol's viscosity burning her senses started to invade her mind.

"......."

Being part of the sports club, the Class rep had built up a resistance to activities like downing drinks from a plastic bottle. Even when it came to items owned by the opposite sex, she didn't think much of it. However, touching something that belonged to the opposite sex was an entirely new experience for her.

In the end, her mental condition was ultimately pushed to its limit.

"......I don't care anymore."

Class rep placed her lips directly on the bottle and let out a loud gulp as she drank it all at once.

A fiery sensation from the alcohol, nearly numbing, spreads throughout her body.

—Then, approximately an hour later, she peacefully embarked on her journey to the world of dreams.