"Mmm... I slept all afternoon, but I still feel exhausted..."
Having settled the arrangement to stay as Mashiro's roommate, Rita stretched her back, putting on a show of fatigue. Her form-fitting shirt traced her curves as they swayed, drawing Mashiro's rapt attention.
The old Mashiro had no concept of figures, but now... she was a little envious.
"Then you two should go rest... Nanami, go to your room and pack some clothes. Kaede, Suzu, and I will handle the dishes."
"Mmh..."
With a complicated expression, Nanami pursed her lips and nodded. She headed upstairs with the other two. Seeing Nanami's pitiful, slightly aggrieved face, Rin Ito wanted to laugh.
I'll have to comfort her in a bit.
By the time Rin, Kaede, and Suzu finished in the kitchen, Nanami had already moved some of her clothes and her tiger plushie, Kotaro, into Rin's bedroom.
Then, as was her routine, she went downstairs to practice for her upcoming voice recording session. She would need a professional mic, but she could just borrow one from Nijika.
The Kessoku Band girls might need a studio for their BGM anyway. They could record together. Rin planned to ask Nijika to see if her sister had any connections for a professional recording booth.
But right now, Nanami couldn't focus on recording. She couldn't even focus on her usual drills. She sat on the sofa, clutching her script, her lips pressed together in silence.
"Jealous?"
"AHHH!!!!"
Rin had snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck and bringing his lips to her ear.
"I-I'm not jealous at all!"
"Don't be a tsundere." After a quick kiss on her cheek, Rin sat beside her. "You're upset because Mashiro chose to stay with Rita, right? You don't have to act tough."
"I'm... not..." Nanami's voice trailed off, completely lacking conviction. The grievance on her face was impossible to hide.
Nanami had cared for Mashiro for so long. To be suddenly replaced by Rita would hurt any friend, let alone them.
Nanami didn't have a lesbian fetish and wasn't "in love" with Mashiro in a romantic sense, but the "plays" they had performed during parties were more intense than any real lesbian relationship.
They had used speculums to hold each other open to watch the "baby's room" doors. They had been joined together by double-ended toys while Rin filled them both with cream puffs. They had shared deep kisses while eating each other's overflows, even exploring each other's rears with their tongues.
They were sisters-in-arms, bonded by the same "rod."
If a regular customer at a breakfast shop sees the owner carrying food from a rival shop, it feels bad.
How much worse was it for her cohabitant spot to be stolen? Even though she acted normal in front of Mashiro, her "cucked" expression couldn't escape Rin's eyes.
"She knows you're busy with the game recording, and finals are coming up... She just doesn't want to be a burden on your time and energy."
"I know that..." Nanami bit her lip. "I know, but... I'm still unhappy."
Nanami didn't just guess that Mashiro was being considerate; she suspected Mashiro was trying to drag Rita into their world. But she was still jealous... She really didn't understand why Kaede liked this feeling.
"Since you're unhappy... I'll just have to make you feel better~"
The moment the words left his mouth, Rin pinned Nanami to the sofa and captured her lips. Nanami struggled briefly, pushing him back.
"Eh? Not... not here. What if they come down...?"
"If they come down, I'll just make them join you!"
"Uuu..." After a token struggle, Nanami closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss. But for Rin, the kiss wasn't the end—it was the beginning.
After so many parties, Rin knew every inch of Nanami except for the very inside of her womb. He knew her sensitive spots like the back of his hand. A few strategic touches made Nanami let out a bashful moan.
"Turn over. Raise your butt a bit higher."
Covering her mouth with one hand, Nanami obediently lay flat on the sofa and hiked up her pert rear to make it easier for him to "eat" her.
Rin didn't even take her panties off. He simply slid the fabric to the side and filled her up instantly.
Once he was inside her, he didn't start thrusting. Instead, he supported both of her legs and, amidst her sharp cry of surprise, lifted her up like he was holding a child to pee.
"Wait... stop it!!!" Realizing Rin's intention, Nanami whispered in a panic, her face flushed with shame. Rin could feel her internal muscles tightening with tension.
"Shh... keep it down."
"!!!!"
Rin walked straight upstairs while carrying her. Especially on the stairs, every step made Nanami feel like every inch of her was being occupied. If he went any harder, he might actually break into the "baby room" itself.
Finally, Rin carried Nanami to the door of her and Mashiro's old room... or rather, Mashiro and Rita's new room.
Like a small boat in a violent storm, all Nanami could do was cover her mouth to stifle her moans and clench her body to guard the final gate.
If that door opened, Nanami knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in. Fortunately, Rin had some sense of boundaries. He was only using his thrusts to "knock" on the door, not actually breaking in.
Outside the room, Rin was rhythmically "knocking" on Nanami's womb while they could faintly hear Rita's cries of shock from inside.
"Th-This... This is your manga, Mashiro!?"
Inside the room, Rita was looking at Mashiro's drafts with a face like a tomato.
It wasn't a doujin, but a manga set for publication. Even though it was a shonen manga and thus "wholesome" compared to her H-work, Rita was mortified seeing the heroine being accidentally tackled and groped by the male lead.
If she hadn't grown up painting with Mashiro and recognized her brushwork, Rita would have sworn this was someone else's work.
"What's wrong?" Mashiro tilted her head. "Is it not cute?"
"It's not about being cute! Mashiro, you... you used to draw shoujo manga. Why did it turn into this?"
Rita had "taught" Mashiro how to draw manga before, and the results had been exactly what Rita expected—boring trash that was easily criticized.
But now...
Rita: "How is this so different from the stuff you showed me before?"
Mashiro: "Mmm. It is different."
Rita: "..."
Mashiro had only sent her the very early, failed drafts. Once she started drawing doujins, Rin told her to keep them secret.
Not just the doujins, but even the drafts for her new "wholesome" series hadn't been shown to anyone else.
After a quick scan of the pages, Rita's concern shifted to something else...
"Why are you so practiced at this!?"
From age six until a few months ago, Rita had been the one looking after Mashiro. She knew for a fact that Mashiro was just as inexperienced with men as she was.
The early, dry-as-water shoujo manga drafts proved it... How had she become so "knowledgeable" in such a short time!?
The bashful expression of the heroine being tackled by the lead didn't look like something she had just imagined!
What on earth happened to Mashiro since she came to Japan!?
"Because Nanami gave me references."
"Ref... erences?" Rita blinked. "How can you reference things like this? How did she help you?"
"Nanami masturbates for me to watch," Mashiro said flatly.
"M-Masturbates!?" Rita's face turned scarlet, her hands fluttering as she looked for a place to hide. Compared to the panicked Rita, Mashiro was perfectly calm.
"Yes. Masturbating." Mashiro paused, staring straight at Rita. "In England, you used to masturbate in secret behind my back, didn't you, Rita?"
"Uh..."
Under Mashiro's gaze, Rita was powerless to lie. She finally let out a tiny "Mmm" in confession.
"Nanami sacrificed a lot to help me draw." Mashiro imitated Rin's serious expression and patted Rita's shoulder. "From now on, I'm counting on you, Rita."
"WHAT ARE YOU COUNTING ON ME FOR!?!?"
Faced with Rita's question, Mashiro didn't hide or show any shame. Her primary weapon was one word: Sincerity!
Sincerity is the ultimate finishing move. Faced with Mashiro's matter-of-fact honesty, Rita couldn't find a way to resist.
"I'm counting on you to do perverted things for me to watch. That way, I can draw even cuter—"
"WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!! STOP!!!!" Before Mashiro could finish, Rita cut her off. She decided to ignore the "Why Nanami did that" part for a second.
"Why did you suddenly switch from shoujo manga to this lewd shonen manga?"
"Because of reality." Mashiro paused. "I don't have the ability to create a story from scratch yet. I have to rely on real-life materials."
"...Reality?"
"Mmm." Mashiro nodded. "As he says, 'Truth is more important than fiction.'"
Rita was losing her mind.
Tropes like accidentally tripping and pulling down a girl's skirt, or burying your face in a girl's lap while falling, or groping a chest during a tumble, or having a hand "accidentally" slip inside a girl's panties during a collision...
"That's practically a sci-fi plot! How is that real!? Wait... I don't mean 'science' technology, I mean the plot is too ridiculous!"
"Manga is a fictional world, so it must be processed. Rita, can you not tell the difference between manga and reality?"
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY!" Rita felt like she was going to cough up blood. "Processing means making a real-life prototype more dramatic. Mashiro, your plot is over-processed into a ridiculous sci-fi story!"
"Over-processed?" Mashiro blinked. "I didn't process it at all. In fact, I held back a lot."
Rita: "????"