[As the nikusui hustle him out of there and slam the door in his face, Kamui realizes: he never actually got that extra five minutes to search for his cellphone, did he? Unless there's an orgy lost-and-found, or one of his friends in the clan actually takes pity on him to help search, he is... shit out of luck.]
My phone...
[Rubbing the spot she'd smacked gingerly, Kamui stares forlornly at the bathhouse entrance and resolves, for real this time, to never darken the doors of a Tamamo bathhouse again. At least not without a friend to protect him from the demon of the bathhouse.]
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My phone...
[Rubbing the spot she'd smacked gingerly, Kamui stares forlornly at the bathhouse entrance and resolves, for real this time, to never darken the doors of a Tamamo bathhouse again. At least not without a friend to protect him from the demon of the bathhouse.]