"The Fujiwaras don't have tofu, but the milk is first class. Chika's richness and Moeha's sweetness... truly sisters."
Watching Rin carefully taste and compare them, both sisters looked away in total shame.
Rin's behavior was a public execution as bad as leaking their browser history.
Furthermore, Mashiro was right there observing and tasting with him!
While he wouldn't actually sell a painting of them, letting Mashiro paint them was definitely a possibility!
No! Don't turn me and Moeha into an oil painting like this!!!
No matter how loud Chika screamed in her head, it only came out as muffled whimpers.
Moeha didn't care as much.
Compared to the painting, she was more shocked by her own body.
In the past, she had massaged herself hoping to get as big as her sister, but she had never had this issue.
Forget milk; she had never secreted anything. To think that today she would spray just from being rubbed.
Both she and her sister were like this... could it really be the Fujiwara bloodline?
But she'd never heard of her older sister, Hiromi, having this problem. Maybe Hiromi just hid it better.
After sharing the cups of milk with Mashiro, Rin took the clamps from Moeha's toy box and snapped them back onto the tips that were still slowly leaking.
"Don't let it go to waste... I'll come back when you've saved up some more. Don't make too much noise, or Kei will hear you."
Rin paused and looked at Mashiro.
"Mashiro, when you're done sketching, come back and show them. I've prepared art supplies in the studio; just use those."
"Understood!"
Mashiro nodded vigorously.
While she still didn't show much emotion on her face, she was much more into toying with people now.
In terms of R18 matters and general mischief, Rin had completely corrupted her.
After playfully flicking the clamps on their chests, Rin and Mashiro left, leaving the sisters staring at each other in the basement.
"Mmm-mmph!"
[Hmph... now you're just like me, Moeha. It's going to swell up and hurt.]
"Mmm-mmph!"
[I think you're enjoying it, Sis. You're swollen and soaking wet.]
"Mmm-mmph!"
[You're no different! You climaxed just from him rubbing your chest.]
"Mmm-mmph!"
[That's because Big Brother's technique is too good. If he rubbed you, you'd cum even faster!]
The sisters communicated through whimpers and glares. For a while, the basement was filled with the cute sounds of "mmm-mmm."
Exiting the basement, Rin found art supplies for Mashiro and told Nanami and Kei not to disturb her.
He then joined them in the cleaning efforts.
As noon approached, the first arrivals were Hitori Gotoh and the rest of Kessoku Band.
Bright smiles and cheerful eyes... Nijika really was the cutest.
However...
Rin turned his head toward Ryo, who had already sidled up to him.
"You didn't come early just to score a free lunch, did you? I'm pretty sure the allowance I give you is enough to eat."
Ryo guiltily looked away.
Nino had bought her instruments as promised, but who would ever turn down more instruments?
Similarly, she would never turn down more money. Every bit saved was a bit earned.
"If the villa is a studio... can people live here?"
Kita spoke up, diverting Rin's attention.
"They can... Kita, do you want to move in like Ryo?"
"No, no," Kita laughed shyly. "It's just... if I ever want to 'run away' from home, I won't have to bother my friends. And my parents would feel safer knowing I'm at the studio."
"You tell your parents when you run away?"
"Of course," Kita looked at Rin in confusion. "Wouldn't they worry if I didn't tell them?"
"Fine then... you can come by whenever you want." Rin patted Ryo's head. "If you want a free lunch, help with the work."
"No problem~"
With their help—mostly Nijika and Kita—the cleaning and prep work moved much faster.
They managed to finish a general sweep before the crowd arrived in the afternoon.
Then came the task of moving tables, chairs, and grills into the yard.
Luckily, Kaguya's chefs had prepared the food, or it would have taken all day.
After the Kessoku Band "lunch leeches," the others began to arrive.
Elf (Fairy) pushed the adorable Alumi in alongside Sagiri.
Alumi hadn't come for the tour last time, so Elf took her to see the workstations.
As for Sagiri...
Wearing her usual tracksuit, she ran up to Rin, face flushed with shyness. And then...
"For you!"
Keeping her head down, Sagiri shoved a pink remote into Rin's hand and bolted.
Looking at the familiar switch, Rin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The same thing had happened at Elf and Utaha's book launch. Sagiri's hobbies were truly formidable.
Shaking his head at Sagiri's retreating back, Rin turned the switch to the lowest setting and pocketed it.
Feeling the vibration inside her, Sagiri turned back and stuck her tongue out at Rin.
"Bleeehhhh~~~"
But Sagiri wasn't the only one giving Rin a remote.
Eriri, Utaha (Shiyu), and Megumi Kato arrived together.
The first thing they asked wasn't about the desks, but where the bathroom was.
Exiting the bathroom, Megumi handed two identical remotes to Rin.
Are vibrator remotes a Baumkuchen specialty?
Beside Megumi, Utaha and Eriri were both beet-red, unable to meet Rin's eyes.
They had almost certainly been set up by Megumi. Utaha would never do this on her own.
But...
Click!
" " Mmph!! " "
Rin turned both remotes on at once.
Utaha and Eriri let out synchronized, short whimpers before Rin clicked them off again.
Rin's teasing gaze bounced between them.
"Eriri, I expect this from you. But Shiyu, when did you get this hobby? You're just a bit of a weakling; surely you aren't a masochist?"
Before they could answer, Rin looked at Megumi. "You don't have one?"
"Hehe..." Megumi let out a cunning smile.
She held one finger to her lips in a "shushing" gesture, while her other hand gripped her skirt and slowly lifted it.
Rin noticed Megumi was wearing a long skirt today.
When it reached about ten centimeters up, Rin saw a battery pack dangling between her legs.
Yes, dangling.
As the skirt rose further, Rin followed the wire upward.
When she pulled the fabric to her waist, he saw the full setup.
Unlike Eriri and Utaha's wireless models, Megumi was using a wired one.
However, she hadn't strapped the battery pack to her thigh with a garter; it was just hanging freely by the wire down to her knees.
The battery pack had some weight.
This required her to constantly clench her internal muscles.
The oval-shaped toy combined with her own juices meant that if she didn't clench tight enough, it would slide right out and hit the floor with a wet thud.
And that was without it being turned on. With vibrations, it would be even harder to hold.
Furthermore, her fluids would slowly follow the wire down.
If anyone looked closely, they might see the floor beneath her feet getting wet.
But it didn't matter. Almost everyone at the dinner was "one of them."
Even if they noticed, they'd likely pretend they hadn't.
Rin leaned down and picked up the battery pack.
He flipped the switch and, with a wicked grin, held the pack at its highest possible point.
"Don't use your thighs to hold it."
With that, Rin let go.
Megumi watched as the battery pack plummeted.
Since Rin forbade her from using her thighs, she had to clench her internal muscles and tense her entire body.
"Uu-mmph!!!"
As the pack hit the bottom and tugged downward, Megumi's shoulders shook and her breath hitched.
She used every ounce of strength to keep the toy inside.
The intense tension caused her to reach a mini-climax, and silver threads of moisture began to slide down the wire.
After setting Utaha and Eriri's toys to the lowest setting, Rin pointed to the empty desks.
"Go pick your spots."
Looking at Megumi's lust-filled eyes, Rin really wanted to fill her up right then and there.
He wanted her to spend the dinner clenching as hard as she could, only to have his fluids slowly leak down that wire.
But there was no time.
The engine of Akane Kosaka's Porsche was already roaring into the driveway.