Afternoon.
The NTR party had concluded. Aside from Sagiri, who was still full of energy after spending the whole time teasing and tormenting Erimi, Fairy and the other girls had fallen into a deep sleep on the mats.
Even though Erimi had completely given up hope early in the party, Rin and the others had followed the "tally marks" drawn on Fairy's thigh, continuing to bully her until the count was satisfied.
While Fairy was the primary target, the others hadn't been spared. Even Erimi, still tied to the chair, was paralyzed in a daze. Rin hadn't touched her personally, but Sagiri's experience in these parties made her a master at toys; Erimi's sensitive little clitoris was no match for Sagiri's refined cruelty.
Now, Sagiri had abandoned Erimi to sit at her computer. Even if the "duel" was just a pretext for Fairy's plan, Erimi had finished her drawing. If Sagiri didn't draw, wouldn't that be a forfeit? To protect the name her mother left behind, Sagiri refused to lose.
As for Rin, he was using wet wipes to perform a basic cleanup on Ami and the others. Though Fairy was the protagonist, he had given Ami and the rest a "cream filling" of their own. If they didn't wipe the excess away before bathing, the semen would turn into a "clumpy egg-drop soup" in the hot water, making it much harder to clean.
Rin only wiped their outer skin. The mess inside required a vaginal douche, and as for the deepest part—the "baby's room" where even a douche couldn't reach—they just had to let the fluid soak and be absorbed by their bodies. If not for his System-granted fertility control, they would have been pregnant a hundred times over by now.
After finishing with the sleeping girls, Rin approached Erimi. She was still bound to the chair. Rin walked behind her with a playful smile. Sensing his movement but unable to see him, Erimi panicked, struggling until the chair let out a rhythmic, agonizing creak.
"Pervert! What... what are you doing!?"
Erimi, still harboring a fear of men, tried to sound brave despite her trembling voice. Is he... is he going to eat me now? She thought. Fairy rejected me... but being taken by the same thing that took Emily... maybe that's not so bad?
As her mind raced with degenerate thoughts, Rin spoke.
"Want me to help you wipe down?"
Rin hadn't touched her, but she was far from clean. She was covered in Fairy's fluids, Rin's fluids, and her own. There was even a mix of Fairy's urine and her own. Sagiri hadn't just used her hands; she had used a specialized toy borrowed from Karen—a small, vibrating wand with a delicate tip that sent girls to the clouds in seconds.
Since she hadn't been to the bathroom since breakfast, the stimulation had caused several "accidents." While she avoided soaking herself due to her position, she couldn't avoid being soaked by Fairy.
"No! Untie me and I'll do it myself!"
Rin chuckled and untied the ropes, noting the faint red marks left on her pale skin. Once free, Erimi bared her small fangs at him, looking like a cornered kitten. After a moment of indecision, she turned and fled. Many words were on the tip of her tongue, but a bath was her priority. She felt like she was being "marinated" in filth.
As she ran, Rin called out, "Rinse with cold water first, or you'll turn the cum into egg-drop soup!"
"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!!"
Back in her room, Erimi dove into the shower. She took Rin's advice—cold water first, then hot. She let her mind go blank, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw the image of Fairy being pounded so hard she lost control of her bladder.
"Cruel... so cruel," Erimi muttered. She understood Fairy's intent, but the method was heartbreakingly effective.
She dried off, put on a bathrobe, and heard a knock at the door before her hair was even dry. It's definitely that guy. Emily is still out cold...
She opened the door, scowling. "What?"
"Got time for a life consultation?" Rin asked.
"About what?" She narrowed her eyes. Is he here to brag about how good Emily felt?
Rin wasn't there for a lecture; he wanted to know how she became a lesbian. To "straighten" her, he needed to know if it was nature or nurture. If she was born that way, he'd give up.
Erimi sat in her chair, clutching her robe tightly. "I'm angry," she snapped. "Even if she wanted me to give up, this was too much. Watching the girl you love be taken like that... that NTR play was disgusting!"
She paused, then whispered, "But... I guess Emily showed me her true self. She trusts me. Even if I can't be her wife, I'm her best friend... otherwise, why would she let me see all that?"
Rin was stunned. This girl is the ultimate 'Simp.' Her "Love Brain" was working overtime to turn a traumatic rejection into a sign of deep friendship. At least she wasn't calling herself Fairy's "Wife" anymore.
"Hey... how did you meet my—I mean, Emily?" Erimi asked.
"She wanted Sagiri to illustrate for her," Rin explained. "She heard from her editor that I knew Sagiri and showed up at my door. She really looked like a fairy back then."
"Of course, Emily is the cutest!" Erimi's mood darkened. "I fought with her back then. My art is better than Sagiri's! Tell me, whose art is better?"
"Technically? Yours is better," Rin said honestly.
"See! I'm not inferior!"
"And you?" Rin pivoted. "You weren't born liking girls, right? Why Emily?"
"Soul..." Erimi smiled. "Emily gave my art a soul."
"Don't be so abstract."
"It's not abstract! I have the technique, but my drawings were empty. Like robots. My parents thought I was sick because I saw the world as too beautiful. I wanted to draw that beauty, but no one saw the life behind my characters. Then Emily came along. She wrote stories for my drawings. she gave them life, dreams, and a soul. That's why I loved her."
Rin nodded. Erimi's "lesbianism" was much like Hinata's—she didn't like women in general; she just happened to love a person who was a woman. If Fairy had been a man, Erimi would be straight. This meant she wasn't a "hardcore" lesbian; she was just a girl who found her soul in another girl.
"My turn," Erimi snapped. "Why does Emily love a cheating bastard like you?"
"Maybe because my art has a soul too?" Rin teased.
"BULLSHIT! I'd believe she likes you because your cock is huge before I believe that!" Erimi kicked his shin. "I know her taste. She likes men who give everything to their creations!"
Rin rubbed his leg. "I'm not a novelist, but manga is a creation too. She liked the strange worlds in my head. And... you're right. Maybe she likes that I'm big. Want to try?"
"NO! You perverted cheater!" Erimi clutched her robe. "Eating Emily isn't enough, you want me too!?"
"You're overthinking it," Rin lied with a mysterious smile. "I mean... do you want to create a world with a soul, just like Fairy?"
"Eh?" Erimi froze. "Manga? No... I can't. My characters have no soul. I just draw what others tell me."
"How do you know if you don't try? Even Sagiri has drawn a smut manga. You're losing to her."
Erimi hesitated. Her confidence was low, but Rin kept pushing. "If you're worried about the soul of the characters, I'll help you. You trust Fairy's taste in men, don't you?"
That did it. Erimi nodded. "You promise to help?"
"I promise."
"But... what should I draw?"
"Why not draw this party as a smut manga?" Rin suggested. "Real people have more soul than fictional ones. If someone says it lacks soul, you just write: 'Based on a true story' in the credits."
"WHAT!?" Erimi's lip twitched. "You want me to tell the world I'm a cuckold who watched her crush get filled while I got played to climax!?"
"Hey, your words, not mine," Rin shrugged. "But look at it this way: use this as practice. Adapt the real events. Give the characters life. It's the perfect training."
Erimi realized he was right. Real-life adaptation was the best way to inject "soul" into her work. Plus, she could turn herself into the male protagonist in the drawing.
"You said Emily liked the worlds in your head. Tell me one."
"Wealth, fame, power... the man who had everything, the King of the Pirates," Rin began. "Before his execution, he said: 'My treasure? It's yours if you want it! Find it! I left it all in that place!'"
"!!!" Erimi gasped. A world of pirates flooded her mind. "And then?"
Rin took a deep breath. "And then... I don't know."
"You don't know your own world!?"
"A creator's job is done once the world is born," Rin bluffed. "The characters have their own lives and goals. They push the plot forward. That's what a soul is!"
So that's why Emily loves him! Erimi felt like a lightning bolt had struck her "baby's room." The idea that characters should be free to move themselves was a revelation.
"Got any other worlds?"
"How about... 'My body shrank, but my mind is still sharp! The one and only truth!' What do you see?"
"A detective... shrunk by a criminal organization... fighting from the shadows! I see it!"
"Exactly! That's soul!" Rin nodded, satisfied. He had successfully tricked her.
"Go to the hall. Record the scene while it's still fresh. Draw your practice manga," Rin encouraged, patting her shoulder.
Erimi stood up, full of fire. "I get it! I won't try to control the characters. I'll let them move on their own!"
"Good girl." Rin held back a laugh.
Erimi rushed out in her bathrobe. She saw Sagiri still drawing. Erimi looked at Sagiri's work—the lustful, soulful look in Fairy's eyes was so real it made Erimi's heart skip.
"Sagiri Izumi! You win this time! You can keep the name for now! But I'm taking it back soon!"
Erimi sat at her station and began to draw like a woman possessed.
...
Fairy woke up later and saw Erimi drawing with insane focus. She pulled Rin aside. "What did you do to her? I asked you to talk to her, not brainwash her!"
Rin explained everything. Fairy listened, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief. Erimi wasn't just over her crush; she was now Rin's "apprentice."
"I used to give her soul, so she loved me," Fairy whispered. "Now you're teaching her how to create soul... she's going to fall in love with you next, isn't she? WAIT!!!!"
Fairy's eyes went wide. "If she stops loving me and starts loving you... doesn't that mean I'm the one being NTR'd now!?"
Wait... the cuckold is actually me!?