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Much later, Hirano let her slide off him. Alya slumped to the floor, her eyes vacant, naked as fluid slowly leaked from her. Hirano noticed her bunched-up panties hanging on her leg; he pulled them off and stuffed them into his pocket.
"I'll take these. You better keep your legs shut tight, or you'll leak in the middle of your date." He grabbed her silver hair and used her mouth to clean himself. "I'm leaving. I have another date tonight—a second round at the XX Love Hotel, Room XXX. Don't worry about this place; I'll have the shop girl clean it up. She looks quite tasty herself; I'll take her out for a 'snack' before my main meal tonight. Of course... if you want your panties back, you can come take her place."
He slipped out into the mall. Behind him, Alya's eyes slowly regained focus, staring deathly at the spot where he had vanished.
Moments later, Masachika felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and nearly stopped breathing. Alya stood there in a low-cut tank top and a short skirt that left nothing to the imagination. The "Ice Princess" had become a "Silver Succubus."
"Where did you go, Masachika? I was looking for you," she said coquettishly. "How do I look?"
Masachika looked away immediately, his face red. "I... I think... it's amazing." It was beyond amazing—it was dangerously erotic.
"Is that so? Good." Alya smiled, noticing his embarrassment. She then hugged her chest as if shy. (In Russian) "Even if I become more lewd, more slutty... I want you to keep looking at me..."
Masachika froze. "Alya... what did you say?"
"Nothing. I said you're a clueless wimp." She glanced at Yuki Suou, who was now silent, and a smirk played on her lips. Yuki raised an eyebrow, her expression calm.
That night, at the XX Love Hotel, a young woman paced outside a room, looking hesitant. "What should I do? Should I go in?" she muttered. "I didn't think that boy would be such a playboy..."
"You don't have to go in, you know."
The woman jumped, turning to see Alya standing there with her shopping bags. "You're..."
"I know who you're going to see. That fat bastard," Alya said coldly. "He only called you as a backup in case I didn't show. He has a massive appetite."
"This...!"
"If you don't believe me, whatever. Oh, and thanks for cleaning up the 'scent' in the fitting room today. He's like that—he'll do it anywhere. It's a headache. Don't end up like me and my sister."
The woman fled in terror. Alya walked into the hotel, past the leering eyes of men, and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Hirano's smirking face. "You came? Decided?"
"I decided. Your thing feels too good, after all... and you still owe me these, Daddy~" She lifted her skirt to show her damp, bare skin. Heart-shaped pupils flickered in her eyes.
The room soon filled with Alya's vocal, unsuppressed cries of "Papa!" as she rode him in a frenzy of lust, admitting her addiction to him. Finally, after a violent climax where she screamed in Russian about being "ruined," she collapsed.
Hirano helped her dress and told her Masha was downstairs to pick her up. "I can't go down with you; my second round is coming soon."
Alya left, trembling, passing a woman in the hallway wrapped in a trench coat and a mask.
Inside the room, the "second round" woman went into the bathroom. A young man's voice came from her phone: "I'm worried about you going home so late..."
"I'm fine, Brother~ Go to sleep. Are you lonely without me?" She took off her mask, revealing the elegant face of Yuki Suou.
"Goodnight, big brother." She hung up.
Yuki stepped out of the bathroom. She wasn't wearing a trench coat anymore. She was wearing black lace lingerie that was barely there, and her body was "armed" with vibrating toys and clips—a setup so extreme it would put Masha to shame.
She walked over and stepped on Hirano's member with her silk-stockinged foot. "You have a lot of nerve, Hirano. Dragging me into a restroom and forcing me to miss my time with Brother..."
"Forgive me, Lady Yuki! It was your radiance... I couldn't help it!" Hirano pleaded. "But I did what you said! I took that cow Alya in the fitting room! We're even!"
"Tch. You're the one who benefited." Yuki sighed. "If it weren't for our deal years ago, I would have let you rot in jail with Masha. But you've become quite the breeding stud, haven't you?"
Yuki knelt down, the toys on her body jingling. She looked like a goddess of lust. Masha and Alya never knew that Yuki Suou was the first, and the only one who could truly handle Hirano.
"I can still taste Alya on you... good. Keep it up."
"Remember our agreement from years ago: any woman who tries to get close to my brother, you handle them. Break them so they can never look at him the same way. You can fuck them all you want."
"In exchange..." Yuki kissed him, leaving a mark. "...our little 'playing house' game continues. I'll be the 'mistress' who steals the husband away from the 'mother' and 'daughter.' And I won't refuse when you need me."
The black-haired girl smiled, her eyes glowing with those same, hungry, heart-shaped pupils.