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Kotetsu senpai led the way, guiding us into an area that, even by Academy standards, felt almost too hidden.

“No one else has access to this room but me," he said, swiping open the sliding door and flashing a slightly smug grin while showing off the chip card in his hand.

I had a feeling he was saying this to help me relax, though it wasn't doing much—I clenched and unclenched my fists, hoping to stop my hands from trembling. Although my physical response was subtle, I was certain that my chaotic emotions must have been plain to see.

Damn it, I'm so nervous! It's just a discussion; what am I even doing?

“Terminal, initiate environment generation mode," Kotetsu senpai said, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.

Several cylindrical objects rose from the floor, merging together in sections until they formed a square table with two chairs.

“Your own virtual reality room?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise as I watched the table and chairs being rendered with a metallic texture. Kotetsu senpai must have some clout within the Utilitarian faction, but this level of access...

“It's a bare-bones version and fairly small." He gestured around the room, but he didn't seem to be trying to downplay it at all. I was starting to notice a certain tendency among cervids to subtly flaunt their antlers when feeling proud—and Kotetsu senpai's antlers were indeed impressive.

I quickly covered my awkwardness with a cough, silently hoping the flush on my ears wasn't too noticeable.

“Shall we begin?" Kotetsu senpai took a seat in one of the chairs, pulling out his terminal.

I was grateful that he, for once, didn't take the opportunity to tease me, so I swiftly sat down in the other chair and readied my own terminal.

The cold metal feel of the virtual reality room was remarkably well-simulated.

“Shall we start with the parts you have questions about?" he asked.

“There might be too many…" I muttered, scratching my ear. “Let's go in order, and I'll bring things up if needed."

He agreed, and we opened the checklist together.

“Let's start with 'equipment.'" Kotetsu senpai's professional tone felt slightly out of place, but I supposed this was something to approach seriously. I shook my head, trying to dispel the strange sense of discomfort. “Anything you absolutely can't tolerate?"

“The anal hook," I replied, wincing—it just looked way too terrifying. “And all kinds of clamps."

“Understood," he tapped on his terminal. “However, about the clamps, if the pressure or the area of use is limited to…" He mentioned a few places that still sounded painful, making my ears twitch.

“Maybe I could try and decide later," I said, marking a triangle on the checkbox while hoping I wouldn't regret this decision.

“But you're okay with things like rolling needles?" Kotetsu senpai scrolled down, looking at an array of sharp or pointed items.

“Clean wounds are easier to handle." I hadn't shown Kotetsu senpai my self-healing ability, but he seemed to accept my reasoning. “And the collar—is it just a simple design, or are there extra… features?" Considering we had just discussed weapons of mass destruction and war crimes, I wasn't eager to dive into issues of segregation.

“The fully-featured kind." Kotetsu senpai actually smiled, and I wasn't sure how to feel about it. “There are some designs tailored for psychics as well…" He tilted his head with a deliberately mysterious expression. “Forgive this slight breach in the informed consent rule—I'd rather not spoil the surprise."

Feeling the heat rush to my ears, I looked down, pretending to focus on my terminal. Not that I'd ever intended to refuse this item; I'd been curious, so I marked the checkbox for “collar."

We continued like this, ticking off nearly everything on the list.

“… Group play, public exposure, and life control." Kotetsu senpai drew crosses over these categories. “Quite modest, aren't you?"

I made a clicking sound in mild protest, but another question suddenly came to mind.

“So… have you… uh… been with others…" A mental image of the “group play" scenario flashed through my mind, making me feel a bit weird.

“Never met anyone with similar interests at the Academy," he replied right to the point, waving his hand. “Are you asking because you'd prefer our relationship to be exclusive?"

“Oh, no." I quickly shook my head to dismiss the idea. “I was just curious… having too many people is kind of… distracting."

“So, we're looking at a non-exclusive, open arrangement," he said, tapping his terminal a few times.

“What's 'financial domination'?" With only a few items left, I picked one that seemed the most benign.

“In a nutshell, it's giving up control over your income, letting someone else spend your money. It has an aspect similar to a liege-lord relationship." For some reason, I imagined Piqsirpoq taking my terminal to make a payment—an image that made me instinctively shake my head. “Hey, no need to be so dramatic." Kotetsu senpai chuckled at my reaction, making a calming gesture. “I don't have a particular interest in it either; it's just an available option."

I scratched my ear, a bit embarrassed by my overreaction.

“Any changes needed in aftercare?" Kotetsu senpai continued down the list.

“I might need to try it out first to be sure," I marked a triangle by each item. “Are nano-drones really necessary?"

“Better safe than sorry." I could only agree with his response.

“I thought it would just involve something simple like applying ointment." I scanned the “aftercare" checklist again.

“Hugging, comforting, and offering praise—to prevent any emotional distress or depressive states from overly intense situations, it's a form of care." Kotetsu senpai explained. “And in power-imbalanced dynamics, allowing time to disengage from that role and providing necessary reassurance is crucial."

I found it a bit difficult to grasp these ideas without experiencing them, but I replied, assuming it would be easier to understand after trying.

“All that's left is the safeword." Kotetsu senpai looked up, giving me an inquiring glance. “Any thoughts?"

“How about 'Arrogance of the Strong'?" I suggested, barely suppressing a grin, and he paused before laughing heartily. “What? I almost suggested 'The Doctrine of Double Effect.'"

“Then it's settled: the safeword is 'Arrogance of the Strong,'" Kotetsu senpai chuckled, shaking his head as he tapped his terminal and set it back on his armband.

“Actually, I have one more question." I cleared my throat, shifting in my seat as anxiety bubbled up inside me. “Just a small one," though the embarrassment of asking it was intense.

“Ask anything—that's the point of this discussion." Kotetsu senpai leaned forward, his hands clasped, signaling that he was listening. “Clear, informed consent and mutual respect are the core principles here."

Suddenly, I had a better sense of what it meant to commit the specifics of a relationship.

But, first things first.

“So…" My voice dropped, and I glanced at the floor to avoid his brown eyes. “What's the difference between ruined and denial…?"

“Pardon?" Kotetsu senpai tilted his head, looking confused.

Maybe I'd spoken too softly out of sheer embarrassment, or maybe he was just trying to tease me.

“I said," this time I took a deep breath, straightening up to project confidence, “what's the difference between orgasm denial and ruined orgasm?"

Rationalism, did I really just say that?

I'd expected Kotetsu senpai to laugh, finding my flustered reaction amusing, as he often did. But what he actually did was stand up, grab me by the back of my neck, and lift me onto the table.

I was pretty sure he'd used body enhancement techniques, though in the high tension state that ears and tail stood upright, I couldn't aware any psychic waves.

“Which would you like to know first?" he asked, a cunning smile on his face.

“What?" My brain stalled, and the fur along my arms bristled, scratching against the fabric with a faint rustle.

“Just this once, you get the right to choose," he whispered, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “There won't be any options in future."

He leaned in, one hand wrapped around my neck, gently scratching the fur behind my ear.

“I'm waiting," he murmured, his warm breath making my ears twitch as I tried to shake off the ticklish feeling. But that hopeless attempt only intensified the heat that flared up inside me.

Finally, with all the willpower I could muster, I managed to whisper my answer, through the shivers and heavy breaths.