Rin Ito didn't play favorites.
After bidding farewell to the quintuplets, Rin Ito continued navigating through Winter Comiket, searching for other girls he knew.
For example, Nanami, who had dragged Mashiro and Rita along. Since How to Train a Boring Girlfriend was her debut voice-acting role, she wanted to see the game she had worked on sell copy after copy with her own eyes.
The four members of Kessoku Band had also attended. They didn't actually have much interest in the anime subculture, but their reason for coming was the same as Nanami's.
Especially Ryo!
Nijika and the others embraced the 'since we're already here' mentality, wandering around, taking photos to check-in, and posting them on Kessoku Band's social media accounts. Only Ryo, from the moment they arrived, had glued herself to Baumkuchen Studio's booth.
Every time she saw a customer pay, the sound of a cash register rang in her ears.
Money! That's all my money!
However, Ryo hadn't watched for long before Kita forcefully dragged her away to take photos... How can Ryo-senpai be missing from the band's group photos?
It's bad enough that bassists are easily ignored, but Ryo-senpai herself definitely can't be ignored! Plus, this is a great opportunity to promote the band!
While Nijika and the others had no interest in the anime subculture, Youmu Yamada and her group were completely enthralled. They tirelessly queued at various booths to buy merch and snapped photos of beautiful cosplayers.
Sayo, in particular, was absolutely obsessed with the 'welfare models' doing borderline explicit cosplays, snapping photos of panties until her memory card was full.
After finding and hanging out with all of them, Rin Ito finally returned to the booth. By this time, it was already afternoon. Following the initial wave of the afternoon crowd, the long line in front of the booth had dissipated, leaving only sporadic fans trickling in to make a purchase.
The initial 500 copies plus the later 200 copies meant the 700 copies for the first day were almost sold out... Rin Ito estimated they might need to restock another 50 copies before the hall closed for the day.
Eriri and Utaha, who had been watching from afar, had already retreated behind the booth, sitting on folding chairs and playing on their phones to rest... Eriri and Utaha definitely wanted to walk around the convention and buy various merch.
But well... their bodies refused to cooperate.
After a whole morning, the stockings beneath their long coats were completely soaked through. Even without Rin Ito turning on the pink little devils inside them, just the occasional cold draft blowing under their coats was enough to stimulate them into a constant stream of juices.
Previously, Rin Ito had to thrust deep to knock on their 'baby's door'. But now, having been stretched open, even a breeze could touch the door. Moreover, in their stretched-open state, they couldn't reduce the leakage just by clenching their bodies; they could only helplessly let the female-scented juices slide down the wires or their thighs.
The only thing they were thankful for was that Rin Ito hadn't turned the vibration on. If he did turn it on...
"Ah~"
"Mmh!"
If a gun appears in the first act, it absolutely must be fired in the third.
If Rin Ito stuffed vibrating toys inside their bodies, he absolutely would turn them on.
The two who were resting let out startled gasps and instantly shot up from their chairs. Their abnormal behavior instantly drew the attention of neighboring circles.
It wasn't that they wanted to stand up; they had to stand up.
When everything was quiet, sitting down prevented the cold wind from blowing in and rubbing against the 'baby's door', reducing stimulation. With less stimulation, the output was naturally lower and could be absorbed by the pantyhose and garter stockings.
But once the vibration started, they had to stand up. If they remained seated, the output would exceed the maximum absorption capacity of their stockings, and it would definitely soak right through their long coats... If they stood up later and people saw a massive wet patch on their chairs, Utaha and Eriri would have to move to another planet.
Utaha was slightly better off than Eriri. Utaha was wearing pantyhose; although the crotch was torn open, there was still a decent amount of fabric. Eriri and Megumi Kato were much worse off.
They were wearing garter stockings. When the fluids leaked out, they had to slide down their upper thighs before reaching the garter stockings to be absorbed. If they didn't stand up, the chairs under their asses would get soaked much faster than Utaha's!
At this moment, Eriri and Utaha were incredibly thankful they were wearing masks, which hid their flushed, embarrassed expressions. The people in the surrounding circles couldn't possibly imagine just how slutty the beautiful girls beside them were beneath their coats.
Fortunately, the vibration only lasted for a little over ten seconds. Rin Ito was just teasing them slightly, not wanting them to embarrass themselves in public. He just wanted to leave their bodies dripping wet, not turn them into fire hoses; if it continued to the point of squirting, it might actually drip right onto the floor.
Tomoya Aki from the neighboring booth was already gone. Taking his place was a girl Rin Ito didn't recognize, presumably a member of his team.
If Tomoya Aki were still there, he would definitely be utterly confused... Why did they all jolt upright like they were electrocuted the moment Rin Ito arrived, as if they shared a telepathic link?
"Have you played enough!?" Utaha lowered her voice and hissed at Rin Ito. Many people buying the game came specifically because of Utaha and Eriri's names. "What if someone notices something weird!?"
"Hmph..." Eriri snorted softly, leaning close to Utaha and whispering provocatively. "If you get found out, what are you going to do? Switch to writing erotic novels? I draw doujinshi, so if I get found out, my popularity might actually skyrocket. But you... a beautiful girl author caught squirting at Comiket—you'd have no choice but to write erotic novels, right? Since you're such a weakling, you definitely climaxed just now."
"Is that so? I put my real pen name on the script. If you're so brave, take off your mask." As she spoke, Utaha pulled her mask down. "Do you dare to face your fans openly?"
"Ahaha..." Eriri took a step back, instantly chickening out.
Writing scripts for galgames, even R18 ones, wasn't a stain on a light novelist's reputation.
Writing R18 isn't a stain; writing poorly is.
That's why Utaha dared to use her pen name and openly promote it on her social media. But Eriri... if people found out she drew hardcore, extreme humiliation doujinshi, she'd suffer social death tomorrow.
Drawing doujinshi is basically broadcasting your fetishes to the world... Actually, if they were vanilla doujinshi like Rin Ito's, it would be fine, but Eriri's tastes were infinitely heavier than Rin Ito's.
If she dared to take her mask off now, by tomorrow, the entire school would know that the art club's genius painter drew doujinshi—and heavily explicit, humiliation doujinshi at that.
Uuu... If I get found out, everyone will definitely look at me with weird eyes. I'd give up on myself and completely lose the right to walk in the sunlight...
Just imagining the kind of gazes I'd get makes me shudder. I'd have to hide in Baumkuchen Studio's basement, reduced to his personal sex toy. For the rest of my life, the only food I'd eat would be whatever he cums into my dog bowl...
Uuu...
Seeing Eriri slip into her perverted delusions, Megumi Kato shot Rin Ito a helpless look... Hurry up and deal with them!
"You guys must be pretty bored sitting here all day, right? How about we go walk around together this afternoon?"
"Walk around together?" Utaha raised an eyebrow. "Then what about the booth?"
"About the booth..." Rin Ito flashed a wicked, deeply mischievous smile. "How about we ask Tomoya Aki to help watch it?"