"Jeff... Wake up..."
Hearing Jess's voice while still half-asleep, Jeff slowly opened his eyes. In front of him—or rather, on top of him—was Jess, dressed as lightly as he remembered from the night before. Her long black hair was slightly messy, but that only made her look more alluring and erotic in Jeff's eyes.
"Wake up already..."
It was the second time he'd woken up with Jess there to greet him.
The happiness from that realization made Jeff pull Jess down into his arms, trapping her as he rolled them both on the bed, pinning her beneath him.
"Eek~!"
Her surprised squeal came from the sudden press of Jeff's familiar, hard, and sizable erection against her crotch. Though still groggy, Jeff instinctively thrust his aroused rod, rubbing against her crotch through the thin layers of clothing, igniting a jolt of sexual stimulation that coursed through her body.
Even though there was no direct contact—just the heat and pressure through fabric—it felt incredibly good for both of them. And one thrust was never enough.
"Ahh~"
Jess started to moan in pleasure as Jeff continued grinding against her, each thrust growing faster, stronger, more precise—honing in on the spot between her legs with teasing accuracy.
"Stop pretending you're half-asleep or I'm gonna bite you!"
Before she completely lost herself to the rising pleasure, Jess bit Jeff's neck—hard. The pain snapped him into full awareness, but also aroused him even more.
Fully awake now, Jeff looked down at Jess, still trapped in his arms and biting into his neck.
"I know it's turning me on, but it's starting to hurt, Jess."
At his voice, Jess finally let go. They stared at each other.
But the moment Jeff saw Jess's blushing face, eyes glassy with lingering pleasure, he couldn't help himself. His hips moved again, pressing his aroused rod firmly against her entrance.
"If you're awake, then get up already!"
—Bam!—
A surprise headbutt from Jess nailed him in the chin, sending him rolling off the bed in pain—and her clutching her own forehead.
Once the pain and lust had subsided enough for her to speak, Jess grumbled an explanation.
"Get ready, or we'll miss the service bus."
"Service bus?" Jeff's confusion only annoyed her more.
"Are you so horny you forgot our vacation trip starts today!?"
Her shout jolted Jeff's memory. The day after his birthday... Right—today was the start of their three-day trip to celebrate the end of their internship. The same internship where he and Jess had worked together, despite being from different universities and studying completely different majors.
That explained her suitcase and travel bag yesterday, Jeff realized, mentally piecing things together.
Looking around his room, Jeff spotted his own travel bag beside the bed—packed by his past self before his regression.
Whatever he'd packed, and whatever parts of the vacation trip he still couldn't fully remember, didn't matter for now. He could figure it out on the bus.
Right now, his priority—besides getting ready—was Jess. Because he wasn't the only one struggling with post-wake-up arousal.
"Umm... Jess, can you help me with this?"
The bulge under his shorts made it clear what "this" meant.
Jess froze, blushing all the way to her ears. The look on her face—torn between desire and practicality—only made Jeff want to tease her more.
It was still before 5 a.m., the meeting time is at 6 a.m., and the meeting place was a half-hour walk away. They had a bit of time—probably enough for a quick round—but they both knew one wouldn't be enough.
Still, once is better than none, Jeff thought.
Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and pushed Jess back onto the bed, ready to pick up where he left off—as long as she was okay with it.
"What do you want to do, Jess?"
She stayed silent, still dazed. The heat from earlier hadn't left her body. Giving in to their desires meant risking missing the bus. But staying home to indulge in each other... that didn't sound so bad either.
Still, the idea of spending a romantic trip together—celebrating their rekindled relationship—was too tempting to throw away.
To help her decide, Jeff leaned in and gave her a short, heartfelt kiss.
"Let's hold it in for now," he whispered. "We can pick this up again at the hotel after we get to the resort."
"...Pervert."
Despite her insult, Jess's glowing red face betrayed her excitement and embarrassment.
After showering separately—Jeff in the upstairs bathroom and Jess in the guest room downstairs—they dressed and got ready to leave, saying their goodbyes to family.
"You two used protection last night—"
"We didn't do anything last night, Mom!" Jess quickly cut off her mother, mortified as Jeff's mom looked on.
"You know your priorities, right, Jeff?"
"Marry Jess—"
"Just shut up already, idiot! We're leaving now, Mom, Auntie!"
Dragging Jeff by the arm, Jess fled the scene before any more embarrassing comments could fly.
Naturally, the video of Jeff's birthday confession had already spread among their friends—thanks to his closest buddies. So, when the service bus arrived, the couple was met with prepared teasing.
The moment the bus door opened, a red carpet was rolled out, stretching to the shed where Jess and Jeff stood. As they walked it, flower petals rained down from the windows, and someone snapped a photo with the caption: "Just Got Married."
The matching white jackets they wore only made the caption feel even more appropriate.
"Just get inside already, we're running late." Their instructor's voice cut through the chaos.
"Thank you, Sensei..." Jess and Jeff muttered as they boarded, red-faced but smiling.