Starry Live House.
The logic was simple: if the girls did something incredibly shameful on stage now, they wouldn't feel shy during the actual performance. No shyness meant no nerves, and no nerves meant fewer mistakes.
It was a perfectly rational, albeit perverted, argument. At least, Kita Ikuyo believed it.
Rin stood in front of Kita, twirling the microphone in his hand like a hypnotic pendulum. The four members of Kessoku Band watched the mic trace circles in the air. Was masturbating on stage not shameful enough? Did he plan to devour them right there? That would certainly be shameful—and very rock-and-roll.
"What could be more shameful than masturbating?" Nijika asked, her red eyes sparkling with anticipation. Rin saw right through her. Stress relief? It seemed Nijika was simply starting to crave the depravity.
Rin held the mic to Kita's lips before slowly lowering it. Her confused gaze followed the device until it stopped right in front of her smooth, hairless lower abdomen.
"When you 'play' yourself, you have to hold the microphone right here."
"Eh? Eeeeeeeh!?!?!" Kita's face turned an instant, deep crimson. She shook her head helplessly, overwhelmed by the suggestion.
"Let Ryo go first. As Kita's senior, she should set an example."
The speaker wasn't Rin, but Nijika—or rather, "Little Devil Nijika." She looked ready to release years of pent-up frustration on her bandmate. All eyes turned to Ryo.
"...Eh?"
"Since everyone wants you to lead..." Rin winked at Ryo and stepped toward her, offering the mic. "You've borrowed money from them so many times. Think of this as paying them back~"
"I want an increase in my allowance," Ryo said, reaching out her hand. If she had to satisfy his fetishes sooner or later, she might as well get paid for it.
"Deal. If you perform well, I'll give you a raise."
Hearing that, Ryo slowly spread her legs. She swallowed hard and hesitantly reached down. Before she could truly begin, the mischievous Nijika ran behind her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Nijika pulled the vocal mic close to Ryo's mouth while pressing her own flat chest against Ryo's back. She reached around to knead Ryo's small, firm breasts—no larger than pigeons—and leaned in to blow into Ryo's ear, just as Rin had done to her.
"We have to record the sounds from 'upstairs' too. I'll hold you steady if your legs give out~"
"Nijika, you brat... ah."
Their voices echoed through the hall, amplified by the speakers. The mic was so close that even the faintest whisper was crystal clear. Under the pressure of Nijika's wandering hands, Ryo finally gave in and began.
At first, it was just the rustle of skin on skin and suppressed whimpers from the back of her throat. As Ryo's body warmed up, the dry rustling was replaced by the wet, squelching sound of juices being stirred. Her cries were no longer suppressed; they became high-pitched, feminine trills.
Every minute sound was magnified. The sound of her fingers slicking through her own nectar and her wanton moans filled the ears of her bandmates.
"Ryo-senpai... is so erotic."
Kita swallowed repeatedly. Her knees had pressed together unconsciously, and she felt a blooming dampness between her own thighs as she watched.
Rin turned his attention to Hitori (Bocchi). Though she had seen plenty at the island party, doing this on the performance stage was a first. She looked like a slug melting over her guitar. Seeing Rin approach, and driven by her desperate need to be "kept" so she wouldn't have to face the terrors of a real job after graduation, Bocchi found her courage.
She set her guitar aside and stood before Rin. She clasped her hands behind her back, her left hand gripping her right wrist tightly. With her eyes shut and teeth clenched, she arched her back, offering her pale, supple body to him.
"Ugh... even if I'm just a tool... please don't throw me away..."
"Don't worry. I won't throw you away," Rin said, stroking her soft hair. He could feel her body trembling—not from her usual social anxiety, but from a deeper fear of abandonment. In her mind, she had already envisioned herself failing the show and being kicked out by Rin.
"Don't... don't discard me," she whimpered, blue eyes welling with tears that began to track down her cheeks.
"How could I?" Rin patted her back. "I'll never let you go."
Under his comfort and promises, Bocchi finally calmed down. "Really?" She sniffled and looked at him with her watery blue eyes, but she looked away the moment their gazes met.
"Then... why... why haven't you eaten me yet? Is it... because I'm too gloomy? Too disgusting?"
"Not at all. You're adorable, Bocchi." Rin leaned in and kissed her cheek. The once-crying girl immediately broke into a goofy, ecstatic grin.
Usually, because Bocchi was so timid, Rin tended to overlook her emotional needs. Even today, he had focused mostly on Kita and the others. Bocchi had the best body of the four, but her presence was inversely proportional to her curves. Even though she had been at the island party, she was the only one Rin hadn't fully "claimed."
She always hid in the corners, and Rin was worried that pushing her too fast would break her fragile psyche. Plus, since returning, she had locked herself away, and Rin had been busy. However, the lack of a "direct" physical bond made her feel incredibly insecure. She wanted to be kept not for the money, but for the companionship.
Bocchi had been alone since kindergarten. Her life had been gray until she met Nijika and the others. They were her sun. But friends were just friends. She couldn't build a permanent, inseparable bond with them. But with Rin... she could. She could even have his child to ensure she was never alone in the closet again.
After her silly grin faded, she looked at Rin with puppy-dog eyes. Rin thought for a moment.
"How about after this live show? We don't have much time left, and I don't want you too exhausted to play. But... as a substitute, I'll give you a 'gift' so you can feel me with you on stage."
"Mmh!"
After soothing Bocchi, Rin looked back at Nijika and Ryo. Nijika was having the time of her life, rubbing her chest against Ryo's back while kneading Ryo's nipples. Rin could see droplets of moisture sliding down Nijika's inner thighs. Ryo was even further gone; her moans were echoing through the hall, and a small puddle had formed at her feet.
As for Kita... she had stopped just rubbing her legs together and was now unashamedly stroking herself. A similar puddle was forming beneath her. Without interrupting her, Rin moved two microphones—one to her mouth and one between her legs. Suddenly, Ryo's "solo" became a duet with Kita.
But a duet wasn't enough.
Rin pulled Nijika away from Ryo. Her small nipples were hard and upright. Realizing what she had been doing, Nijika's face turned beet red. Rin reached between her legs, gave her a quick grope, and flashed his wet fingers in front of her eyes. Then, under her stunned gaze, he slid his fingers into Ryo's mouth.
"How does it taste?"
"Mmph... Nijika's... is as delicious as ever."
"!!!!"
After that little prank, Rin moved Nijika to her drum kit. He moved six microphones—from the bass drum, snare, and cymbals—and clustered them around her lower body. Moments later, the rhythmic slapping of Nijika's hand joined the "ensemble."
Finally... he turned to Bocchi. Rin pulled his pants down and embraced her from behind.
"Spread your legs a bit... yeah... now squeeze."
On her tiptoes, Bocchi used her soft, un-toned thighs to clamp down on Rin's cock, performing a standing paizuri with her legs. From the front, it looked like she had grown a massive appendage.
"Your gift... you have to 'earn' it yourself~"
Before she could react, Rin began to thrust. The sound of wet friction and the girls' wanton cries blended together. Using their bodies as instruments, the four girls composed a symphony of pure lewdness.