"Pervert! You're a total pervert!"
In the living room, Elf slumped in Rin's arms, biting her lower lip with eyes full of shame. Despite her words, her body was fully committed as the call connected. After a few rings, a bright, slightly tomboyish female voice answered.
"Wifey! What's up?"
Pfft... Rin almost laughed. He thought Elf was exaggerating, but the girl really called her "wifey."
Your wife is in my arms right now! Rin thought. He hooked his fingers into Elf's wet pussy. Elf's sensitive body jerked upward to avoid the touch.
"Mmgh... you know how you said you wanted to meet the person who stole your 'wife'? I just asked him... he... he said it's fine~"
Elf gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her usual haughty tone so Eimi wouldn't hear the wet, lecherous moans threatening to escape.
"Hmph... I'll see for myself what kind of guy he is!"
Actually, it wasn't really that Rin had "stolen" the job. Elf had planned to change illustrators for the new series regardless. Eimi was incredibly talented—she was a huge reason Flame Burst sold so well—but she was swamped. She was set to lead the manga adaptation of the series, and unlike Elf, she actually had to attend school.
"I'll introduce you at the celebration... EEEE!"
As she spoke, Rin had used his fingers to lift Elf's body while unzipping his pants. The way she had been grinding her ass on him earlier had already made him rock hard. Seeing that she was about to hang up, Rin let go, and Elf dropped straight down onto his thick cock, her pussy taking the entire length in one go. If her "backdoor" hadn't been conditioned by Kaede, she'd be in the hospital.
The sensation wasn't pain; it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Elf threw her head back, her neck arching as her pink eyes rolled back to reveal the whites. Her flat stomach showed the distinct bulge of his head pressing from within. The phone fell onto the sofa.
"Wifey? Wifey, what happened!?" Eimi's concerned voice echoed from the phone.
It took a while for Elf to regain her senses. She grabbed the phone with a trembling hand. "I... I'm fine... oh, god—!"
Rin wasn't holding back like he did with Utaha and Eriri. He gripped Elf's thighs and slammed upward, his thrusts powerful and rhythmic. Elf's moans were broadcast clearly to Eimi. Eimi wasn't a porn artist, but she drew plenty of fanservice and knew exactly what those wet squelch sounds and high-pitched cries meant.
"W-W-W-WIFEY! What are you doing!?"
Elf's mind raced. Eimi knew she was doing something dirty. A lame excuse like "I stubbed my toe" wasn't going to work. As a light novel author, her brain was fast. She needed a smaller lie to cover the bigger truth.
"I... I'm... I'm just playing with myself! I'm masturbating!"
Better to tell her I'm touching myself than to tell her I'm being railed by a guy, Elf thought.
"Huh?" Eimi was stunned. Elf is masturbating while talking to me?
Wait... does Elf like me? Eimi wondered. She called Elf "wife" as a joke, knowing Elf wasn't into girls. But now Elf was using her voice as "material"?
"I... I'll join you."
On the other end of the line, the petite, red-headed Eimi unzipped her denim shorts and reached down, expertly teasing herself.
Rin continued to relish Elf's body, and Elf soon leaned into the pleasure, wiggling her hips and letting out shameless cries. She began to understand Megumi—this feeling of "exposure" was incredibly erotic.
"Ohhh!" Eimi moaned on the other end, but then she paused. "Wifey... why is the splashing sound so loud? It sounds so... heavy."
Using fingers shouldn't make that much noise. And Elf sounded like she was being forcibly pushed over the edge, her speech breaking into fragments.
"Wifey, what are you using? Did you break your hymen with a toy or something?"
"I'm... I'm using... EEE!"
Elf tried to stay conscious, searching for a reason. Rin leaned in and whispered, "Tell her you're using a fucking machine on your ass."
"I'M USING A FUCKING MACHINE... ON MY ASS!" Elf screamed the words and hung up immediately. "Pervert, pervert, pervert! How am I ever going to look her in the eye again!?"
She turned and kissed Rin deeply. It was embarrassing, but she figured she might be able to use this to "straighten out" Eimi. She didn't want her best friend actually trying to jump her... if Rin could help "convert" Eimi, maybe things would be easier!
Meanwhile, Eimi stared at her phone. She plays that dirty? Did she move out just so she could buy all those kinky toys without her mom finding out?