"I heard the anime has 50 episodes in total."
"I already knew that."
Riku even washed her hair.
His hands were strangely skilled, and unlike during sex, it felt purely pleasant. It felt even better than when she did the treatment herself — the finish was perfect. It was weird. How was he so good at this?
"Why…?"
"Hm?"
"Have you washed a girl's hair before?"
Ribbon asked while soaking in the bathtub.
"Is it the difference in experience? I did say I'm older, remember?"
Riku answered while washing his own body.
"No way."
Ribbon said bluntly.
"Sorry. I lied. I installed it. I didn't know how to do it myself. My body has been modified, you see. It can connect to the internet. So I can install all kinds of actions — as long as the technique has been made public, that is."
He casually revealed information about himself.
He seemed to have very little caution.
That kind of information could easily become a weakness.
"So that's why you're so bad at sex."
Ribbon said sarcastically.
She herself had no idea about sexual technique either.
"That's something I want to learn by myself."
Riku nodded as he spoke.
"Don't learn it using my body!"
What a horrible thing to say.
"Isn't it up to how hard you try, Ribbon? If you hate having sex with me that much, you can bring me other girls. Maybe that'll spread things out. Though I'll be the one choosing who I fuck."
"Are you telling me to kidnap someone!?"
He was an absolute scumbag.
"I won't order you to do that. It'd be annoying if you brought someone who wasn't into it. Actually, I want you to come to like me, Ribbon. I want you to accept sex positively and feel good from it."
"Huh? Don't fuck with me. After you raped me…"
"But,"
Riku cut into her words.
"You like Fresh Girl, right? From your perspective, she's your enemy, isn't she?"
"That's completely different! She came to stop me because I was doing bad things. It has nothing to do with rape… She's a good girl, so it's not like she hates me or anyth—"
Ribbon tried to argue back.
"Hmm~?"
He was grinning at her.
"That's why! I don't like her!"
Her face felt hot.
They left the bathroom and moved to the living room. Ribbon could walk on her own now, but since Riku wanted to carry her, she didn't resist. She let herself be sat naked on the sofa. She had a feeling that if she resisted, this man would just look even happier.
He seemed like a pervert who enjoyed breaking women.
"Umm, like this… and this."
Using the large TV left behind by the previous resident (which Ribbon had never used), Riku bent the joint of his left ring finger backward in a creepy way. A connector emerged from inside, and he plugged it into the TV.
"I want something like those anime where a cable comes out of the neck. This finger position is way too inconvenient. Why do I have to twist my wrist like this…"
A modified human.
The way he had stretched his neck after getting punched and still managed to tickle her probably meant he could move his limbs even without full conscious control. She didn't know his combat strength yet, but for Ribbon, who fought with a boxing style to knock out opponents' consciousness, he seemed like a troublesome opponent.
If his consciousness was completely taken away, he might turn into a pure fighting machine.
That possibility existed too.
It would be hard to win with surprise attacks, ambushes while he was sleeping, or taking advantage of openings. The options for turning the tables without knocking him out were surprisingly limited.
Was that why he had openly revealed he was modified?
It felt like he was deliberately exposing a weakness to lower her guard, corner her, and then use it as an excuse to torment her even more harshly. When he said sweet things like wanting her to like him, it was probably just a way to act kind while making it clear who was in control.
A disgusting villain.
"Alright, now we can watch it."
Riku said and sat down right next to her.
"I'm looking forward to this."
He gave her a childish smile.
There was a strange innocence to it.
At the same time, he casually reached between Ribbon's legs, ran his fingers over her pussy without hesitation, and started playing with her clit. The lack of restraint, combined with the way her body was already starting to react to his touch, made everything feel unpleasant.
"Not really."
The opening theme song began playing on the screen.
Fresh Girl was drawn in a different art style from the bodies of this world. The protagonist, Niino Mina. A bright, somewhat pastoral worldview. Devil Gal appearing among the stream of enemy characters. It wasn't her current self — it was the real her. A wave of nostalgia rose up.
"..."
Ribbon's eyes grew teary.
"Can you hold my dick?"
"Huh?"
Her emotions were quickly dragged back to reality.
"It's going to take about seventeen or eighteen hours, you know? Let's get cozy. I've always wanted to do this — watching something together in our own little space, like in the movies."
"We're not lovers."
Was this guy an idiot?
"Heh~?"
"Tch… fine, I'll hold it…"
Noticing the change in Riku's tone, Ribbon hurriedly reached out.
She really didn't want to be tickled again.
Why did they have to give her such a stupid weakness? Even if the humans of this world had created them, she could only feel annoyed. She grabbed the heavy cock. It was hot. She could immediately feel blood flowing into it, making it swell.
"Stroke it up and down lightly."
He said while pinching her clit.
"! Y-yeah, yeah."
Ribbon obeyed the command.