Strange… Why is Miss Moto's face so red?It has been a long time since she "caught the adultery." Could it be that she did something lewd while she and Rika were cooking?But… it doesn't seem like it.If they really had any intimate contact, the Camera System would have prompted me and unlocked the relevant parts, activating the system accordingly.The only reason I believed Orie was just being a model in Ito's room just now was because of this; otherwise, I would be angry even if it boosted my Development Points!
After washing up and eating, Orie trembled, and the food tasted like wax… Aoi's attitude toward her was too good; even Orie could see that Aoi and Ito shared an unusual relationship.But seeing myself lying on his bed with my butt up in the air and her not getting angry?Impossible—absolutely impossible!Maybe she's a yandere, just like in manga, secretly deciding whether to grab a hatchet or a hand‑axe!There's no way she'd be happy watching Ito flirt with other girls, right?Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Aoi was very satisfied to see Orie trembling.That's right.She can only take what I give her! She can't steal what I don't give her!
After hurriedly finishing dinner, Orie pretended to check her phone."Ito, Hoshizuki‑san… it's getting late; I'll head home.""Then I won't keep you, Yumoto‑san. Come by anytime," Aoi said with a smile."Yes, yes—see you next time."
Orie fled Ito's house, and Aoi turned to Ito."It's late, and Mashiro's room still isn't ready… You have a spare room, right? I'll set it up for her."Aoi was already on her feet.
"Wait—hold on."Ito tugged Aoi aside and shot a glance at Mashiro, who wasn't paying attention. Ito lowered his voice."Mashiro's staying with me? You—"
Meeting Aoi's eyes, Ito hesitated."You both draw manga; it's easier to work together. The spare room over there is tiny, and… we look after her at school, so now it's your place at home. Chihiro‑sensei pays generous rent."
"It's fine caring for her, but some things aren't convenient for me.""Not convenient? You managed fine when you cared for me and Rika before. And—don't think I'm into NTR just because I read it. I read it for the thrill, so—don't get the wrong idea."
The thrill? The thrill—my first experience, eyes covered, letting Rika take my place?If Rika hadn't sent the video, Ito might have bought that, but nobody admits to an NTR kink to their lover, right?Some things are better left unsaid.
Ito still worried after discussing it only with Rika.Ignore her words—look at her actions: letting an innocent beauty live with her boyfriend. Isn't that making it easier for me to cheat?
"Fine…" Ito feigned reluctance. "But is Shiina okay with it?"Appearances matter.Just like Rika and I decided last night—don't let on that we know Aoi's NTR‑flavored brain is incurable. Being NTR'd and actively cheating are two different flavors—two separate manga tags.
"Mashiro didn't object," Aoi said, leaning to peek at Mashiro at the table.
After spotting the loophole—letting Rika be the "female NTR" for the quest—Aoi hadn't planned to involve other girls… but Mashiro offers too much.The Shiina family is wealthy, and Chihiro‑sensei probably gives her a big allowance. Daily expenses are separate, and caring for Mashiro until graduation will pay our debts and then some.Mashiro's so pure she'll never seduce Ito; and Ito seducing her? Aoi trusts he absolutely won't!
Aoi pulled Ito back to the table."It's settled, Mashiro. Stay here for now. I'll ready a room—your luggage comes tomorrow. Wear my pajamas tonight. If you want to draw, he has all the supplies."
"Okay."
Mashiro had no objection to Aoi's arrangement."Mashiro will start school next month. If there's anything when we're not around, just ask him."After Mashiro nodded, she stood up and naturally grabbed Ito's hand."Draw."Ito glanced at Aoi, catching her forced smile as Mashiro pulled him toward the stairs."You guys go draw, leave the cleaning to me and Rika."Aoi watched Mashiro tug Ito upstairs. Rika walked to Aoi's side… and just when Aoi thought her sister would offer comfort, Rika slipped her hand under her skirt and wiped her fingers against herself through her panties.
Then Rika looked at her own hand, expression neutral. Aoi stared in disbelief.
"Rika?""I thought you'd be wet."
"I'm not wet!"Aoi shot back in a low voice, "Why would I be at a time like this?""Do you need to actually see him doing Mashiro to get wet?"Aoi wanted to argue—but then remembered her own taste for being NTR'd. She could only nod with tears in her eyes."…Yeah. Just stop talking and go wash the dishes!"
. . .
Upstairs, Mashiro had already led Ito back into his room.She sat down on the chair and stared at him."Be my model. Take it off."Ito thought for a moment and then nodded.Aoi was still downstairs; after finishing the kitchen, she'd be tidying up the guest room for Mashiro.And according to what Rika had said, Ito had to pretend not to know about Aoi's fetish—while somehow accidentally letting her find out. It's textbook NTR setup!If she knocks on the door later… perfect timing.
"No problem, I'll be your model. But you'll have to model for me too.""Okay."
Mashiro nodded and, without hesitation, stripped herself clean.
From her slender neck to her delicate shoulders, then to her flat stomach and smooth garden, she displayed her body before Ito as if she had no sense of shame.
Because she spent years in the art studio, Mashiro rarely basked in the sun. On her fair and translucent skin, faint traces of blood vessels could be seen. When she bent down to take off her white mid-calf socks, even her private garden, which was tightly closed into a slit, slightly parted, revealing the cherry-colored petals within.
Ito subconsciously held his breath as if he wanted to engrave everything about Mashiro into his DNA.
In the world of two-dimensional anime, girls are indeed like white tigers.
Just like Aoi and Rika, Mashiro was also like that.
There was no pigment deposition, not a single superfluous hair; she was so pink and tender, one would want to take a bite.
And... I didn't expect Mashiro to be quite well-endowed.
When she was clothed, Ito thought she had a slightly undulating flat chest, but he didn't expect her to be quite substantial.
Although not as much as Aoi and Rika, she was still quite a handful.
"By the way, who used to take care of you?" Ito asked nonchalantly.
"Rika," Mashiro paused, "and maids."
"Rika? Your friend?" Ito vaguely remembered Mashiro seemed to have friends, not many, just one.
"Yes," Mashiro nodded, her willow-like brows slightly furrowed. She was displeased that Ito was beating around the bush and hadn't taken off his clothes, so she simply reached out and grabbed the buttons on Ito's collar.
"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself, don't ruin my clothes."
Ito slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Honestly, being stared at so directly and closely by Mashiro, even Ito's old face flushed.
Soon, Ito and Mashiro were in full view of each other.
Mashiro reached out and gently placed her hand on Ito's cheek. From his cheek to his chest, Mashiro's cool palm traveled down to Ito's lower abdomen, finally resting on the beast that was gradually awakening due to Mashiro's naked body.
Ding! Shiina Mashiro and Ito had intimate contact. Reward: 50 Cultivation Points!
Ding! Camera System activated.
Clang.
Aoi, who was washing dishes, slipped her hand and almost broke a plate.
No...
That fast!?
They weren't planning to hide it anymore? They were already at it while she was still here!?
And... how did the naive and innocent Mashiro and the iron-pants Ito get together so quickly!?
"Aoi?"
"No... nothing."
Aoi, having calmed down a bit, opened the Camera System... She wanted to see how they got together so quickly.
A virtual screen appeared in the upper right corner of her vision. Through the screen, Aoi saw the two people in the room. At this moment, Ito was sitting on the bed, while Mashiro was holding Ito's drawing board and drawing intently.
What the heck... So it was just a model.
Aoi breathed a sigh of relief.
A model, huh... Although Aoi couldn't draw, she had heard of nude models.
Mashiro had hardly ever interacted with men since she was a child, so it was normal for her to be curious about a man's body and want Ito to be her model.
But... why was she also naked?
However, Aoi didn't dwell on it too much.
"Rika, you wash the dishes first, I'll go tidy up the room."
After washing her hands clean, Aoi tiptoed to the empty guest room next to Ito's.
When the Camera System was activated, watching the 'power generation' could earn Cultivation Points, and the closer the distance, the more points. She had to finish before Rika finished washing the dishes!
Leaning against the wall, she lifted her skirt and bit it between her lips. Then, her fingertips traced her lower abdomen and slipped inside. Just as Aoi was about to start her 'power generation'...
On the virtual screen, Mashiro walked in front of Ito, lowered her head, and stared at the behemoth that had been awakened by Mashiro's flawless body, slowly speaking.
"Not big enough."
Aoi froze, not big enough!?
She dared to say her boyfriend wasn't big enough!?
Add points! Add all to length and diameter!
Aoi, in a fit of pique, immediately added points. Meanwhile, Ito next door mumbled for a while before speaking.
"You've seen bigger?"
"Yes," Mashiro nodded, then pointed to Ito's manga on the computer screen, "That one is bigger."
"...."