Just two more affection points. That was all he needed. Then the reward from the Hedonist System would be his.
Watching Nahiro change clothes in front of him, found his thoughts circling around how to squeeze out those final two points.
From next door came the steady sound of running water—the Tachibana sisters still in the middle of their bath.
[You realize the final way to raise her affection is through physical intimacy. While the Tachibana sisters are occupied in the bathroom, now is the perfect time to make your move on Nahiro Yukikami…]
The narration echoed in his mind once more.
As Nahiro stood before him, reaching for a shirt to try on, Riku stepped forward and caught her by the arm.
A small gasp escaped her as he pulled her close.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her face burning red, but the usual mask she wore had already crumbled. Next to him, she felt safe—safer than she'd felt in a long time.
"Riku… -kun."
Slowly, her crossed arms began to loosen.
"Riku-kun, they're still in the bath… isn't this a little… mmph—"
He didn't let her finish. He kissed her.
He'd already seen right through her
Letting a normal guy watch you change clothes—the message didn't get much clearer than that. Add the heightened tension from the sisters being just a wall away, and the thrill of secrecy wrapped itself around both of them.
Time was short. No waiting.
His hands moved to her chest, kneading gently. The warmth of skin against skin drew a soft, involuntary whimper from Nahiro's lips.
His hand drifted lower, and then he began working his fingers in earnest.
Under the combined stimulation of the moment and the [Shameless pervert] title's effect, Nahiro's composure began to unravel.
As he pressed deeper, her hands fisted in the bedsheets, her body trembling.
Through it all, she bit her lower lip, not making a sound.
"I'll try to be gentle," he murmured.
She nodded faintly.
He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust. The slight wince on her face faded, replaced by a flush that crept across her cheeks like spilled wine.
Beneath her perfect figure lay a body that was sensitive—almost absurdly so.
The room filled with the sound of ragged breathing, growing quicker with each passing moment. 's pace increased, and Nahiro clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sounds that threatened to escape toward the bathroom next door.
From beyond the wall, the shower ran on—a steady, mindless rush of water.
In the bedroom, soft gasps mingled with the quiet rhythm of movement.
"Mmmh…"
Nahiro looped her arms around his neck, her body moving instinctively beneath him.
"Riku-kun... slower..."
Her voice had gone soft and syrupy, like water just beginning to simmer.
It had the opposite effect.
He moved faster.
"Ah—!"
She couldn't hold it back anymore.
...
In the bathroom, Tachibana Haru and Tachibana Emi washed up together.
"Hey, sis," Emi said, tilting her head toward the wall. "Don't you hear something weird from the other room?"
"What weird sound?" Haru flicked her forehead lightly. "And listen—don't do anything inappropriate. We're just borrowing Riku-kun's place. If you pull any of your usual nonsense, I'll knock some sense into you first."
Emi clutched her forehead as if wounded, grinning all the while.
...
Twenty-some minutes later.
Nahiro sat in Riku's lap, thoroughly spent.
Her arms were looped loosely around his neck, her breath coming in heavy, uneven waves. After a few final tremors coursed through her body, Riku carefully lowered her to the floor.
Her face was still flushed a deep, vivid red. Her gaze drifted to the damp floorboards, where a few scattered drops of crimson stained the wood.
She immediately burned even brighter.
She tried to push herself up to clean it, but even though he'd been gentle, her legs wouldn't quite hold her steady.
That was when saw it.
Nahiro Yukikami, Affection: 100.
The Hedonist System interface flickered to life.
[Objective complete: Nahiro Yukikami successfully conquered. You have been awarded fifty million yen.]
[All rewards and rebates come from legitimate channels.]
Ding.
A notification popped up on his phone—fifty million yen deposited into his bank account.
Fifty million yen.
With this much capital…
He glanced at Nahiro, who was still fumbling awkwardly with the mess on the floor. He caught her hand.
"I'll take care of it."
...
Tachibana Haru and Tachibana Emi emerged from the bathroom wrapped in towels, their damp hair clinging to their shoulders.
The thin towels did little to hide the curves beneath—both sisters had figures that were perfectly proportioned.
By the time they came out, Riku was already seated in the living room, looking like nothing had happened.
Good thing those two took forever in the bath.
Otherwise, the timing would've been impossible.
Looking at them now, fresh from the bathroom, he could see why people had trouble telling twins apart. If they weren't making distinct expressions, he wouldn't have known which was which.
Ten minutes later, Nahiro stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of his oversized shirts.
She only had the one uniform, and it was already in the wash. Riku made a mental note to take her shopping tomorrow.
Settled in the living room, the narration piped up again.
[You realize that with the money you now have, you could start a company. If you make Nahiro Yukikami your secretary and channel spending through her, your rebates will accumulate rapidly. An entertainment company is particularly effective at burning through cash. And idol trainees always have secrets… As the owner, you would naturally have access to—]
A company.
He had close to fifty-seven million yen now. That was no small amount.
An entertainment company, with Nahiro as his secretary, running expenses through her name. Every yen she touched would generate rebates. It was the fastest, most efficient way to scale things up.
...
Everyone had finished washing up.
Given the lingering tension in the apartment, Riku stuck with his plan—he slept in the living room.
Might be time to get a bigger place.
For that, though, fifty million wouldn't be nearly enough.
With Nahiro's affection maxed out, the Hedonist System had unlocked a new feature. He could now earn rebates on spending involving any girl with affection above fifty.
The rebate rate was five times.
Thinking about that made him almost miss Hirose Yoru.
Her affection was in the negatives. Spending money on her gave a twenty-times rebate—by far the highest rate available.
But getting her to accept anything from him was a whole other problem.
...
The lights went out. Riku closed his eyes, ready to get some rest.
In the darkness, he heard it.
A soft click from the bedroom door.
Creeeak.
Quiet. But he caught it.
The door opened just a crack.
A figure slipped out of the bedroom.
Riku kept his eyes barely open, not enough to see clearly—just enough to sense movement.
A moment later, he felt someone climb onto the futon from the foot end, slipping under his blanket.
In the pitch-black silence, fabric rustled against fabric.
Who had crawled into his bed?