He gulped, his eyes darting around the room, searching for answers or an escape route. "What the hell happenedst night?" He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the hazy memories into focus.


    He remembered the nightclub... the drinks... Sharon''sughter as they toasted to "distractions"... and then... nothing. Aplete ckout.


    "Crap. Crap. Crap," Carlos muttered under his breath, careful not to wake her. His mind raced through the possibilities. Did we…? He didn''t dare finish that thought, his panic doubling at the implications.


    Before he could spiral any further, Sharon stirred beside him, letting out a soft, sleepy hum. Her green cat-like eyes fluttered open, their glow catching the light of the artificial sun.


    For a moment, she seemed disoriented, but then her gazended on Carlos, and a small, amused smile spread across her lips.


    "Good morning, Carlos," she said in a warm, teasing tone, her voice carrying that same melodic charm as the night before.


    Carlos froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Uh… good morning, Sharon. Uh… nice weather we''re having?" He stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he desperately tried to find his footing.


    Sharon chuckled softly, propping herself up on one elbow as she regarded him with an amused expression. "You look like you''ve seen a ghost. Rx, darling. You didn''t do anything inappropriate. Well…" She trailed off, a yful glint in her eyes. "Mostly."


    Carlos''s face turned a deep shade of red. "What... what does that even mean?" he asked, his voice higher-pitched than usual.


    Sharon stretchedzily, her movements graceful and cat-like as she yawned. "You had a lot to drinkst night. I found you passed out in one of the lounge booths, mumbling something about chocte and rich girls."


    She giggled at the memory, her lynx ears flicking. "You were so pitiful that I couldn''t leave you there. So, I brought you back to my room to keep an eye on you."


    Carlos blinked, processing her words. "Wait… so nothing happened?"


    Sharon raised an eyebrow, her teasing smile widening. "I didn''t say nothing happened." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "But let''s just say you were a perfect gentleman... after you passed out."


    Carlos groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Why do I feel like I''m never going to live this down?"


    Sharonughed, sitting up fully now. "Oh, don''t be so dramatic. You were adorable, in a drunken, clueless kind of way. Besides, you did keep me entertained. Not many people talk to me the way you didst night. It was refreshing."


    Carlos peeked at her through his fingers. "Yeah, well, I''m d you had a good time. Meanwhile, I''m over here trying to piece together what''s left of my dignity."


    Sharon stood up, wrapping herself in a silk robe that had been draped over the chair beside the bed. She nced back at him with a mischievous smile. "Oh, don''t worry, Carlos. Your dignity is intact. For now."


    He groaned again, flopping back onto the pillows. "Great. Just great."


    "Now then," Sharon said, her tone shifting to something more casual. "Why don''t you freshen up? There''s a coffee bar downstairs that makes an excellent hangover cure. My treat."


    Carlos sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I don''t have much of a choice, do I?"


    Sharon winked at him. "Nope. Besides, I think you owe me a proper breakfast after all the trouble I went throughst night."


    Carlos stood frozen in the middle of thevish room, staring at the bathroom door Sharon had just closed behind her. The faint sound of running water confirmed that she was about to take a shower. Panic gripped him as the reality of his situation hit him like a freight train.


    "Okay, Carlos, don''t freak out," he muttered to himself. "Maybe nothing happened. Maybe it''s all a misunderstanding. Just breathe…" He took a deep breath before immediately activating his arm device.


    "Rex, I need you, man. Come on,e on, answer!" He hissed under his breath as he paced back and forth, the sound of the shower in the background sending his anxiety into overdrive.


    Meanwhile, minutes earlier in another part of the cruiser, Rex was waking up to his own personal nightmare. His head throbbed from the hangover, the dull ache pounding in time with his heartbeat. Groaning, he rubbed his temples before slowly opening his eyes to assess his surroundings.


    "What the hell did I dost night?" Rex muttered, his voice groggy. But as his vision focused, his eyes widened in sheer horror.


    To his left, Ys was sleeping peacefully next to him, her light green hair cascading across the pillows. She waspletely, unmistakably naked.


    And as if that weren''t bad enough, beneath her, pressed snugly against Ys''s body, was Cleo, alsopletely naked, her ck hair fanned out like a halo across the bed. Both women were tangled in the sheets, their soft breaths the only sound in the room.


    Rex stared at the scene in front of him, his jaw dropping. "No way," he whispered, his heart racing. He nced down at himself to confirm the worst: he was also naked.


    His body ached all over, his muscles sore, and his hips throbbing as if he''d been hit by a freight train. His brain tried to process the situation, but the mounting panic wasn''t helping. "No, no, no. This couldn''t have happened. There''s no way this actually happened."


    But the dull, aching protest of his body told him otherwise. His entire lower half felt like it had been put through the wringer. And judging by how deeply Ys and Cleo were still sleeping, with peaceful expressions on their faces, he had a sinking suspicion that things had, in fact, happened.


    Rex ran a hand through his hair, trying toe up with a n. "Alright, alright," he whispered to himself. "Just stay calm. Don''t wake them up. Grab your clothes, sneak out, and pretend this never happened. Yeah, good n."


    He scanned the room, spotting his underwear near the foot of the bed. Slowly, carefully, he slid out from under the sheets, doing his best not to disturb the two sleeping women. Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his hips, making him grind his teeth.


    He had just reached his underwear and was about to pick them up when his arm device suddenly lit up, ring an iing call.


    "Shit!" Rex hissed, scrambling to silence the device. But it was toote. The noise had already shattered the serene silence of the room.


    Both Ys and Cleo stirred, their eyes fluttering open at the same time. Rex froze, his hand hovering over the arm device as he realized he was officially out of luck.


    The two women stared at each other, their eyes wide, as the memories of the previous night came flooding back.


    Meanwhile, Rex reluctantly answered the call, keeping his voice low. "Carlos, this is really not a good time."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    On the other end, Carlos was whispering frantically. "You think you have problems? I''m in deep shit over here! I woke up in someone else''s room, and I don''t know how I got here! There''s a woman in the shower right now, man!"


    "Yeah, well, I''m naked in a bed with two women who are also naked, so take a number!" Rex hissed back, still whispering.


    "Wait, WHAT?!" Carlos''s voice rose slightly before he quickly lowered it again. "How the hell did you manage to screw things up that badly?"


    "I don''t know, Carlos!" Rex shot back, ncing nervously at Ys and Cleo, who were now fully awake and staring at each other. "I don''t even remember what happened! Just... just deal with your mess, and I''ll deal with mine!"


    Carlos groaned. "Fine, fine! But don''t die before I figure out what to do!" The line went dead, leaving Rex to face the aftermath of the previous night.


    Back in the room, Ys and Cleo were still processing what had happened. Unlike Rex, they both remembered everything... every detail, every moment, every sensation.


    Cleo''s perfect memory reyed the events of the night with unflinching rity: the way Rex had taken control, how he''d utterly dominated them, how they had practically melted under him, powerless to resist.


    Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought, though her expression remained calm on the surface.


    Ys, on the other hand, had a mix of emotions swirling in her head. She nced down at Cleo, who was still pinned beneath her, before breaking the silence.


    "Just how long do you n on staying beneath me?" Ys asked, her tone blunt butced with tension.


    Cleo, still staring up at her, maintained her usual poker face. "That depends," she replied coolly. "How long do you n on crushing me with your weight?"


    Rex, still crouched near the foot of the bed, could feel the tension rising. His eyes darted between the two women, and he knew he had to say something before things escted. But before he could speak, Cleo turned her head slightly, her icy golden eyes locking onto Rex.


    "And you," she said, her voice calm but with an edge that sent a shiver down Rex''s spine. "Do you have anything to say for yourself after what you did to usst night?"


    Rex froze, his mind going nk as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I, uh… I don''t… I mean, I didn''t—uh.


    Ys sat up slightly, still keeping one hand on Cleo to pin her down. Her green eyes gleamed with mischief, though her voice carried a dangerous undertone. "You don''t remember, do you, darling? Well, we do. Every. single. thing.～"


    Rex gulped, feeling the weight of their gazes pressing down on him. His hangover was the least of his worries now.


    I''m so screwed, he thought miserably.