"!!!!"
Stepping out of the house, the night wind blew up into the trench coat, whisking away the moisture but bringing a chill that made her feverish body shiver.
Utaha's heart was hammering against her ribs.
She felt like she was starting to understand Eriri and Megumi's fetishes.
"Alright, this is far enough for you guys," Rin waved to Eriri and the others. "The rest of the way is just for Utako-sensei and me."
"EH!?" Eriri's eyes were wide with shock. "We aren't coming along?"
"I gave Utako-sensei my word."
Rin shooed them back inside and started walking. Utaha didn't have time to think; she could only follow him with trembling legs.
Once they passed the gate, Utaha let out a long breath. At least she wouldn't lose face in front of Eriri and Elf.
"Th-thank... Pervert!"
Utaha almost thanked him, but then she realized... He's the one who did this to me! Why was I about to say thank you!?
Have I really been successfully trained by him!?
"Should I call them back out?" Rin looked at her with a half-smile. Deprived of all clothing save for the coat, Utaha's face was a mask of shyness, lacking any of her usual school-born arrogance.
"Don't..."
The old Utaha might have been a weakling, but her mouth was always tough. Now, even her mouth was soft... she knew if she talked back, he'd turn all the toys to max and she'd have no dignity left at all.
"Let's continue our walk then."
He didn't lead her like a dog as he did with Karen; he simply walked beside her, matching her slow pace.
The residential streets were lit by dim, yellow lamps. Only small patches of pavement were truly bright.
The rest was illuminated only by the faint light from house windows and the moon.
Whenever they entered the light of a streetlamp, Utaha tensed her entire body and held her breath, scanning for witnesses. Only when they returned to the shadows could she breathe again.
In this rhythm of tension and release, she felt something sliding down her thighs... even though she knew logically no one was around to see, the fear made her heart feel like it was stopping.
She moved like a machine, every step pulling on the various toys inside her.
"Someone's coming."
"!!!"
Rin's whisper made Utaha freeze in place. From the shadows ahead, a pedestrian was walking toward them. It was impossible to tell their gender, only seeing a silhouette outlined by their phone screen.
"The more nervous you look, the more you'll draw attention. Stand straight and act like we're just a couple on a walk." Rin gave her belt a gentle tug.
Utaha knew Rin wouldn't let anyone actually see her, but she still had [Beautiful Perverted Novelist Kasumi Utako] written on her skin under that coat!
And her hands were tied behind her back!
As an imaginative writer, her mind immediately filled with horrific scenarios. Under Rin's guidance, she leaned against him, pretending they were a couple walking arm-in-arm.
The passerby, head down and focused on their phone, never suspected the depraved scene hidden beneath the coat and walked right past them without even a glance.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Long after the person was gone, Utaha was still gasping for air, leaning heavily into Rin's arms. Beneath the coat, the moisture from her bare legs had begun to drip into her deep brown loafers, making her footsteps sound wet and squelchy.
Rin wasn't in a rush. He waited until the faint sound of brakes made Utaha look up. Facing the tinted windows of a car, her heart skipped a beat.
As the window slid down, her pulse went into overdrive.
"Master, Utaha-san, sorry to keep you waiting~"
Phew...
Seeing the familiar face, Utaha let out a massive sigh. It was Sakurako.
Rin wasn't a demon, after all.
Walking all the way to the stadium while filled to the brim wasn't realistic. Once they decided on the stadium, Rin had messaged Sakurako to pick them up halfway.
The moment the car door closed, Utaha felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
"Satisfied? You pervert! Is it that fun... to turn me into a perverted woman like in Eriri's manga?"
"Of course it's fun~"
"EEK!!!"
Rin lowered her seat back. Utaha let out a startled cry as Rin effortlessly pulled the knot on her belt.
In the rearview mirror, Sakurako's eyes widened at Utaha's disheveled state.
"I didn't know Utaha-san had such interests?"
"It's just a punishment..." Rin curled his fingers and gave Utaha a playful poke. "Head toward the busy district."
"As you wish, Master. I believe there's a fireworks display tonight~" Sakurako suggested with a wicked grin. Originally a girl too shy to speak up, Sakurako seemed to have awakened a mischievous streak after seeing Rin bully Shion and Karen.
Sometimes, she even teased Shion.
Of course, if Shion stood her ground, Sakurako would shrink back.
But with Shion not here and Rin backing her... heh heh heh.
"You've got a lot of stuff inside you. Let's get it all out first."
"...Out?" Utaha froze. What did he mean, 'get it out'?
"Don't know how? It's like giving birth. Except for now, let's call it 'laying eggs'~ If you lay the eggs yourself, I won't put them back in, and your rear will be much more comfortable."
"Really!?" Utaha suddenly felt more alert. She had never tried to push toys out, but she'd been clenching so hard to keep them in that she was exhausted. If she just had to push, she could probably 'birth' quite a few.
"Oh, and one more thing. You can only 'lay' them from the front. You have to keep the back sealed. This is Karen's car; if you make a mess, you're licking it clean yourself."
Rin wickedly pressed down on Utaha's distended stomach.
"How is that even possible to control!? Even if the back is plugged, if I push too hard, it might..."
"Not my problem. That's up to you~"
"..." Utaha grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving with every breath.
She wanted to push, but she was terrified of pushing too hard... Though she was plugged, she had no experience with this and didn't know if the seal would hold.
Even if Rin didn't make her lick it, she absolutely did not want to ruin Karen's car and make Sakurako clean it up!
But she had no choice but to try!
"MMMPH!!!"
With Utaha's muffled groan, the sound of the engine was joined by a series of wet, heavy plop-plop-plop sounds.