"Um... Kita..."
Nijika caught up to her. Seeing Kita's shocked, "I-saw-everything" face, Nijika knew she was doomed. Now Kita definitely thinks we're a sex band!
"I'm sorry... Mashiro said it was getting late and the 'work' is over for today, so I came down to find you..."
"Did... are they dressed?"
"Yeah... they cleaned up and put their clothes back on. We can't stay too late or our parents will worry."
The two girls stood there, looking at their feet, faces burning.
In the bedroom, Ryo and Bocchi were dressed. They'd used wet wipes, but they still felt "coated." Rin walked up to the second floor. Even Ryo looked away shyly, and Bocchi looked like she was about to melt into a puddle of pink goo.
"It's late. I'll take you home," Rin said.
"NO NEED!" Nijika and Kita shouted in unison. They couldn't even look at him. Being in a car with him right now would be unbearable.
Rin didn't plan on "eating" them tonight anyway. Ryo was one thing, but if Nijika or Kita didn't go home, Seika or Kita's parents would call the police. But now that the precedent was set, the future would be easy.
Bocchi looked disappointed. She'd worn the "victory" lingerie for nothing. But at least she got to serve him alongside the others.
Rin walked them to the train station. Once they were gone, he returned home to find Nanami had already helped Ryo pack her things. Rin helped Ryo carry her suitcase while she carried her bass case. Her apartment wasn't far.
Ryo bumped her case against Rin's hand. "What did you do with Nijika downstairs?"
Ryo knew Nijika better than anyone. One look at her face told Ryo something had happened.
Rin flicked Ryo's forehead. "Instead of worrying about us, worry about Nijika. Did you notice her white hairs?"
"Eh?" Ryo blinked. She hadn't.
"She's exhausted. School, the band, work... and then she has to come home and take care of a parasite like you."
"Ugh..." Ryo had no comeback. She had been a parasite at Nijika's house for two weeks.
"I saw the white hair and comforted her. I told her to relax."
"And?" Ryo interrupted. "That's it?"
"I kissed her."
"Just a kiss?"
"I felt her up while we kissed."
"Where? How did she feel?"
"She's flat. You can feel the ribs. Seriously, why are you all so small? Aside from Bocchi, this is the Flat Chest Band."
"Pervert," Ryo said, kicking him lightly. "Maybe you should just sponsor us all. Then we wouldn't have to work part-time and could focus on the music."
"Focus on music, or focus on your phone?"
"Music," Ryo said, looking away. "Recording CDs and MVs costs money. If you paid for it, Nijika wouldn't be so stressed and wouldn't get white hair."
"So it's my fault she has white hair because I'm not your sugar daddy?" Rin laughed. "If you stopped bothering her, she'd be fine. I won't 'sponsor' you, but..."
Rin changed the subject. "I can give you work doing soundtracks for some games. It pays better than your part-time jobs."
Rin wanted to turn his project into a real studio. He had Mashiro, Eriri, Utaha, and Sagiri—all top-tier talent. They could do manga, light novels, and games.
"Giving us work instead of sponsoring us?" Ryo frowned. "You get to fuck us for free and make us earn money for you? You're a real demon, President."