Ugh...
A strange ceiling.
Erimi was woken by sunlight. Still groggy, she shielded her eyes with her hand, then—
"!!!!!"
She bolted upright. Why was she in her room!? Wasn't she sitting in his lap...? Was it a dream?
Looking at the blue sea outside, she questioned her memory. She remembered the hot spring, coming back to the room, and then Megumi telling her that Fairy and Rin were sneaking out. Then the confrontation, the TRPG... and Fairy wanting to sell her body for gear.
Fairy wanted to fuck him for equipment!
So she stepped in. And then... and then...
How did she get back here? Was last night a dream?
Dazed, Erimi wandered out to the hall and found everyone there. But they weren't playing a game; they were drawing. The hall had been cleared, and mats were spread across the floor.
Ami, Maki, Fairy, and Megumi were posing in various provocative swimsuits, while Rin and Sagiri captured their forms with brushes and tablets.
"Ah, good morning." Fairy waved.
Erimi walked over like a zombie. Fairy was wearing a pink-and-white striped bikini—fairly modest compared to the others. But Megumi...
Megumi was wearing a white micro-bikini. To call it "mini" was an understatement. The top barely covered her nipples, and the bottom was a mere thread in the back, disappearing between her butt cheeks. If she bent over, everything would be on display.
Ami and Maki were in "school swimsuits," but they were a size too small and the padding had been removed. You could clearly see the outlines of their labia and the protrusion of their nipples against the wet-look fabric. Ami was lying down, and Maki was straddling her.
Both wore collars connected by a short twenty-centimeter chain, forcing them to stay close enough to feel each other's breath.
Fairy walked over to Erimi, her face flushed like a new bride. "You woke up late. We already ate, but I saved you some breakfast. They're busy drawing. After you eat, you and Sagiri can continue your duel."
"Ah... okay." Erimi nodded blankly, watching Fairy.
So cute, so cute, so cute... Erimi's mind was filled with the image of Fairy's bashful face. She didn't even taste her breakfast.
However...
Why is Fairy's belly a bit bigger than usual?
As a top-tier artist, Erimi was hypersensitive to the human form. This was a skill Sagiri's mother had taught them—to be able to visualize a girl's naked body even when she was clothed. Erimi was actually better at it than Sagiri.
Fairy followed a strict "bride-training" regimen to keep her body perfect. She shouldn't have a belly. It didn't look like fat; it looked like she had eaten a massive meal. In fact, Ami and the others looked a bit "stuffed" in the midsection as well.
They must have just eaten a lot for breakfast, Erimi reasoned. After all, Emily's cooking is delicious.
"Urp—burp!"
Erimi finished her own meal and leaned back, patting her slightly rounded stomach. It was definitely just the food.
After a short rest, she walked over to Sagiri, who was staring at Fairy with a lecherous, drooling expression that made Erimi feel like she was watching her "wife" be NTR'd.
Fairy stood up and walked to Erimi. "Emily, last night..."
Fairy didn't give her time to think about whether the game was a dream. She gave a playful wink. "Are you full? The duel is about to start. Good luck."
The "duel" was the official reason for the trip, with Rin and the others acting as models.
Slap!
Erimi slammed Sagiri's laptop shut.
"!?" Sagiri hissed like a startled cat. Erimi stared her down with sharp eyes.
"The name 'Ero-Manga Sensei' is mine! We settle this today!"
Sagiri stood up, not backing down. Their small, flat chests pressed together as they glared.
"Hmph... I don't know who this 'Ero-Manga Sensei' is, but I won't let you have the name my mother left behind!"
Fairy clapped her hands and squeezed between them. "You're both incredible artists. It's hard for a third party to judge... everyone has different tastes. And since you both have the same teacher..." Fairy's eyes glinted.
"How about this? You evaluate each other's work. Whoever draws a piece that makes the other person admit defeat—heart and soul—is the winner. Fair, right?"