Rito on the other hand had it quite bad even if he wasn't showing it. Given he didn't really have a considerable porn stash he had little to use to substitute for the vivid memories of his first time with Vert. Which basically meant a lot of the time he jerked off to memories and his imagination above all else and a little more frequently than before. Cooking their meals was one particularly effective distraction.

That was until the main source of his frustration decided to walk in with her dress arranged in such a way that he couldn't ignore.

"V-Vert?!" he called her name eyes widening as he stopped stirring the pot when he looked over his shoulder and saw her there, waiting.