"Wow… brutal…" Eriri muttered, but thought, Free rein with Kagura…? Sounds… tempting?
"The remaining two-thirds have their penises removed and are sent to the grimiest, most grueling labor."
At "penis," Kato flushed, covering her mouth. Eriri, unfazed as a seasoned doujin artist, didn't blink. Utaha spoke with fervor, Saki and Qiong were impassive, and Hayasaka Ai maintained her flawless, elegant smile, as if the crude word hadn't registered.
"So, who's the male protagonist?" Kagura asked, a chill creeping up his spine.
"He's a test subject in a human research institute. The first heroine, the institute's director, is you, Kato-san. Your role begins now."
"But… I've never done research, and my science grades are abysmal," Kato frowned softly.
"No matter, Kato-san. Just don a lab coat, pose convincingly for Kawamura-san's art, and we'll embellish the rest with fiction and acting," Utaha assured.
"Ha… I've never been in drama or acting clubs. I'm clueless about performance," Kato admitted.
"Humph, with me involved, no one slacks off. If your acting's lacking, I'll coach you. You're our 'first heroine,' so brace yourself for rigorous training," Utaha said, rubbing her hands eagerly, licking her lips like she'd found a new toy.
"Um…" Kato raised her right hand timidly. "Can I still back out?"
"I think not," Kagura, Eriri, Utaha, and Hayasaka said in unison.
Kato paused, lowered her hand, and smiled at Kagura. "Got it, Sawamura-kun. I'm dreaming, right? This is a dream?"
"Dream?" Before Kagura could respond, Eriri thought, If this were a dream, I'd have yanked down Kagura-bro's trunks and licked his cock by now.
"Kato, as the first heroine, you need the courage to face reality!" Kagura clenched his fist, cheering her on.
"So, what exactly do I do as the first heroine and institute director?" Kato asked.
"In the setting, the male protagonist starts in a near-vegetative state, reliant on machines for eating, cleaning, and excretion. Years later, the director notices his eyes occasionally tracking her. She tries communicating, but it's futile. Later, she halts the machines, personally spoon-feeding him. That day, he speaks for the first time."
"Oh… it sounds like a story of love persevering to touch another's heart. Surprisingly touching?" Kato tilted her head, musing.
"Too naive, Kato-san, if you think that's all," Utaha smirked. "Afterward, events deepen their bond. The heroine grows fond of him, knowing it's taboo. They vow to escape this dystopian cage for a free land. One day, she frees him, but the long-dormant protagonist swiftly subdues her, injecting her with the control chip meant for male slaves, enslaving her."
"Wait," Kato, blushing, interrupted Utaha's fervent spiel, whispering, "It doesn't… turn X-rated after that, right?"
"What are you thinking, Kato-san?~ I wouldn't write something so shallow~" Utaha teased.
"Oh… good…" Kato sighed.
"What—?! Brainwashing and no brainwashed sex?!" Eriri, incredulous, splashed the water.
"See, Kato-san?" Utaha pointed at the fuming Eriri. "That's the true face of an ero-doujin artist. A hint of brainwashing or hypnosis, and her mind leaps to H-scenes. Her brain's just ero and basic survival functions."
"No way! Why write a cunning, enduring, rise-from-weakness script if not for that?" Eriri snapped.
"The controlled first heroine suddenly changes, breaking free. A second, domineering, slightly yandere personality emerges, subduing the protagonist with a taser, re-injecting him with a control chip, and tormenting him with shocks."
"Am I… the villain now? Is this really the first heroine?" Kato asked, stunned.
"Oh… isn't he done for?" Kagura shivered, asking, "What's next? He becomes her toy?"
"Too simplistic. A masochist-male Galgame only sells to masochist men—pitiful sales," Utaha said, cradling her head, giggling maniacally, speeding up. "The protagonist, a test subject, underwent extensive treatments. Electric shocks awaken past modifications, making him superhuman, immune to chips. He overpowers the second personality, torturing her with the taser and repeatedly violating her. Ha—ha—"
"So it's still about sex… worse than brainwashed sex—straight-up rape," Eriri grumbled, freshly scolded.
"Eh…? I… get shocked? And…?" Kato's cheeks blazed, her submerged legs rubbing together.
"Don't worry, Kato-san. I considered voice acting, but if you're uncomfortable, we can use text instead," Utaha reassured.
"No… that's not it. Is our game X-rated?" Kato asked, hands over lips, scanning the four.
"The public version is all-ages," Kagura said diplomatically, smiling.
"But the internal version's X-rated for extra thrill," Eriri chimed in, nodding.
It was her 18th birthday gift, after all. At 18, she could play it openly.
"Then Kawamura-san, Hayasaka-san, and I will need bed scene voice acting. I'm fine with it. For Kawamura-san, an ero-doujin artist, it's child's play. How about you, Hayasaka-san, fellow heiress?" Utaha, calming from her inspired frenzy, gestured to Hayasaka.
"What does Sawamura-kun think?" Hayasaka covered her lips, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling.
Qiong, seeing her act, thought, What a fake vixen.
Eriri locked eyes with Qiong, both subtly flipping Hayasaka off.
Utaha and Kato, noting Hayasaka's "odd" expression, thought, J-Class's Hayasaka-san has a crush on Sawamura-kun/Kaguya-kun. Why else join this absurd game project?
"Ahem, I'd love for you to join," Kagura gave Hayasaka a thumbs-up.
"Well…" Hayasaka rose gracefully, bowing to Utaha, blushing shyly. "Voice acting for bed scenes…? I-I'm not versed in such matters, but since Sawamura-kun says so, I'll try my best."
Utaha nodded silently.
—What's this? A mid-game entry with sky-high initial affection, confessing even if the protagonist fails with others? The ultimate fallback girl?!
Glancing at Saki, the part-time maid who brought Kagura a handmade bento on Monday, Utaha felt a spark of irritation.
"Seems I have no choice…" Kato scanned the group. Even Hayasaka agreed—what could she say? Quit now? Too late.
"I'll change into my swimsuit… please wait," Hayasaka bowed, smiling, turning to leave.
"I'll step away too. Together?" Utaha slid off her lounger, slipping into her sandals.
"I'll also… excuse myself," Kato yawned, releasing her inflatable dolphin, stretching.
Kato smoothed her wet hair, water droplets cascading down her elegant back and alluringly curved hips, captivating Kagura's gaze, making him zone out.
—So… Kato, Utaha, and Qiong could trigger points for Golden Apples. And, of course, troublemaker Eriri.
But earning points was maddeningly strict, leaving Kagura torn.
"I'll guide you three," Saki volunteered, gesturing toward the restroom.
She likely guessed their destination.
Kato, onshore, toweled her shoulders and back, dabbing her hair, sneaking a glance at Kagura. Sawamura-kun was definitely staring at my butt…
But swimsuits were meant to be seen, so she harbored no resentment. Qiong nearly asked Eriri if she needed help, but Eriri shooed her away with a "shoo, shoo" wave.
Qiong rolled her eyes and joined Saki to guide the others.
With the five gone, only Kagura and Eriri remained.
Kagura sat on his float, lost in thought. Eriri, treading water, grinned mischievously, diving to tip his float, flipping him with a splash into the pool.
"Cough—sputter—!" Kagura, choking, wiped his face. Eriri surfaced beside him, giggling at his disheveled state. "Yo, jerk brother, ogling Megumi's back, spider woman's, or doll girl's?"
"I… cough—" Kagura rolled his eyes, too exasperated to argue with his foolish sister.
—Can I say all of them?
Not a lustful fiend, Kagura felt the weight of many girls' lives—Eriri, Sayuri, Qiong. He needed enough Golden Apples, which meant sleeping with enough women tied to Sobu High, making its female students prime candidates.
Kato, Qiong, Utaha, Eriri—you're all in.
"Also…" Eriri swam closer, tugging his arm, pulling his head down to whisper, "You were way too much applying sunscreen on Kasumi Shiko. Erect like that? What's your deal? You're not embarrassed, but I am! Think of me, jerk brother!"
"Sorry…" Kagura coughed, sheepish. "Holding back during your sunscreen was my limit. You know I'm a healthy high school guy with a raging libido."
Eriri's small, soft breasts pressed his arm, sending blood rushing downward again.
"Eek—!!" Eriri's face reddened, releasing his arm, diving until only her upper head surfaced, bubbling, staring.
—That's not something you say to your sister…! Pervert, he's a pervert! But…
Fully submerged, she偷瞥ed his crotch.
Kagura covered it, thwarting her peek. But if nothing was up, why hide? Her close hug had clearly triggered another erection.
Knowing she was partly to blame, Eriri surfaced, blushing, glaring, humming softly, not scolding.
After a pause, Eriri turned, her butt brushing his side. "Don't you need the restroom? You drank so much."
"Uh… non-alcoholic beer."
"Same thing! It's liquid! Beer's a diuretic!"
"True… yeah, I kinda do." The air turned awkward.
Both recalled yesterday afternoon—Eriri's stubborn insistence on tasting his urine, claiming not to waste it on clothes. Kagura, half-joking, put his tip in her mouth, only for her to close her lips, nearly giving him a blowjob. He yanked out as he started, and she covered her mouth.
Six or seven seconds of silence later, Eriri, face crimson, extended her hand above water. "Gimme your hand."
"Huh? Why…?"
"Yesterday…" Eriri glared darkly. "You caused the misunderstanding. Today, you're getting punished."
"Cough… what're you doing?"
"Just give me your hand! Why so chatty?"
"You gonna bite me?!"
Eriri squinted, nostrils flaring in disdain, silent.
Kagura sighed, my fault, and offered his right hand.
Eriri seized his wrist with both hands, yanking it underwater.
"Move a finger, and I'll snap it!" she warned gravely.
"???"
Before Kagura could process, his thumb and pinky grazed her thighs… her crotch?!
"You—"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!! It's punishment, punishment!" Eriri cut him off.
A warm stream gushed over his fingers, spreading in the water.
Kagura's breathing quickened, his face flushing, staring at her.
Eriri, equally tense, gripped his wrist, hissing, "Move a finger, and it's broken!"
His lips twitched. Realizing what was happening, his erection surged painfully.
—She's peeing on my hand between her thighs… She must've pulled her bikini aside, exposing her pussy, or the stream wouldn't hit so directly.
A slight upward nudge, and he'd touch her…
Gulp…
—This idiot… her 'punishment'? Isn't this straight-up kinky play?
Kagura was thrilled.
Eriri, tense yet exhilarated, called it "punishment" but knew it was a "reward." She kept her face taut, lips bitten, frozen.
"Eriri, you…" Kagura coughed as the stream weakened. "Don't just brazenly pee in the pool. How old are you?"
He said it to diffuse the charged atmosphere.
"…Shut up." Eriri, face dark, adjusted her bikini bottom underwater, covering herself, shoving him. "Go pee!"
She swam a few meters, tossing her hair seductively, pouting, glaring. Seeing him unmoved, she pulled her eyelid, sticking out her tongue.
Kagura, helpless, cast a cleaning spell on the pool, thinking, Fuck, Hayasaka supervised maids cleaning this pool all afternoon yesterday, and I could've done it in a second!
He'd forgotten, usually reserving cleaning spells for intimate moments.
"Should I pee in the pool too?" He shook his head. No, Eriri's a kid, but I'm not. Peeing in a pool's too childish.
It felt like losing something vital.
Kagura climbed out, slipped on sandals, flipped Eriri off, and headed to the first-floor restroom.
When only his back was visible, Eriri clutched her chest, panting, "God… scared me… ugh—!! Thought jerk brother would poke up and touch my pussy…! Ahh~~~~!!"
Was she relieved or regretful?
Kagura entered the mansion's rear door, leading to the changing room and nearby restroom. At the restroom door, the system chimed, "Greetings, Lord Kagura. A bounty is issued. Choose one or skip:
A: Enter the left door to use the restroom.
B: Enter the right door to use the restroom.
C: Return and use Eriri's mouth as a restroom."
"As expected, C's the wildest! A and B seem similar. I picked A last time, so B now."
His consciousness returned.
He stepped forward, pulling open the right door.
The system announced, "Thank you for completing the bounty. You've gained: [Large Syringe] and a 5% female sensitivity enhancement potion."
"Oh… Large Syringe? What's it for?"
"The [Large Syringe] holds 500ml per use, with two modes: remote and normal. With a hose, it's normal mode; without, it's remote.
Hoses are purchasable separately.
Normal mode is like a standard syringe but self-sterilizes, reusable instantly after emptying.
Remote mode includes normal functions, targeting up to ten visible women in the same space, injecting liquids into the cardia (esophagus-stomach junction), anus, cervix, or vagina via interdimensional space.
Only liquids can be injected.
In remote mode, only you can see or touch it, with unlimited uses."
"???"
Kagura briefly imagined impregnating the world's women unnoticed.
This thing's insane!!
"Got it, store it. Not using it now. End service." His consciousness returned.
A girl was calmly rising from the toilet, holding her bikini bottom (untied on one side), about to put it on.
She hadn't expected the door to open, nor locked it for some reason. Both Kagura and she froze.
"K-Kato…?!" Kagura stammered, heart pounding.
Already aroused by Eriri's antics, he'd now flung open Kato's stall door.
Kato faced him, her smooth, hairless pubic mound fully exposed, her labia forming a sensual slit, no clitoris visible, just a provocative crevice.
Below, a faint cotton string rested by her thigh—proof of her period's tampon.
"Eh… Sawamura-kun…?" Kato clutched her bikini bottom, raising a hand to her lips, blinking disbelievingly, blushing softly. "Should I say, 'Eek… eek~ Sawamura-kun, what're you looking at? You pervert, creep…' like that?"
Her tone was flat.
"…Sorry, I didn't know anyone was here." Kagura moved to close the door.
Utaha's voice and footsteps approached. "Kato-san? You done?"
Kato jolted, stepping forward, grabbing Kagura's wrist, pulling him in, and click! locking the door. "Um… sorry, Kasumigaoka-senpai, go ahead. I'll be out soon."
The restroom, rarely used, was cramped, like Yui's mom's house. Pulled in, Kagura pressed against Kato. He raised his hands to show innocence, but they landed on her shoulders, pushing her to his chest. The toilet blocked space, forcing her to lean into him.
Kagura felt her soft, bouncy breasts through her bikini top, his erection pressing her abdomen.
"Really?" Utaha stopped at their stall. Kagura glimpsed her shadow under the door gap. She slapped the door, chuckling, "Oh, I saw something interesting, Kato-san. Wanna hear?"
"…Senpai, must you block my stall to talk?" Kato strained upward to avoid muffling her voice against Kagura's chest.
This made Kagura stare at her flushed face, while Kato, embarrassed, kept her voice steady.
"It's really interesting and important. Better discussed privately," Utaha coughed, suppressing laughter.
"Fine… go on…" Kato signaled Kagura, finger to lips, shushing frantically.
"Hehe, our Sawamura heir's been duped by a bad woman!" Utaha said, Conan-style.
"Eh…? What's that mean?" Kato, too shy to meet Kagura's eyes, closed hers.
Kagura was baffled. Duped? How?
"That woman," Utaha whispered conspiratorially at the door, "J-Class's Hayasaka Ai… she's likely a major player slut."
"???" Kagura was shocked. No way! Don't I know Hayasaka?
His math sucked, but he could graph her squirt arcs.
"Eh…? What did you find, Senpai?" Kato pressed, urging Utaha to finish.
—Ugh… Sawamura-kun's thing's pressing my abdomen… I'm bare down there… he saw everything…
Without his trunks, Kagura would've left a wet pre-cum ring on her stomach.
"Between us, don't tell," Utaha hushed. "I popped into the changing room, checked my phone, and saw Hayasaka Ai's stomach…"
"A… C-section scar?" Kato guessed.
Kagura nearly burst, stifling laughter, shaking.
Kato, mortified by his reaction, didn't know her error, just wanted the awkwardness over.
"No…" Utaha hesitated, then said, "A lewd tattoo… You might not know, Kato-san, but those are for hardcore sluts or 'master's orders.' Her pure heiress act? Total facade. Sawamura's been fooled."
Kagura got it—Utaha's massive misunderstanding.
Yet, it was a fair suspicion.
"Eh…? I… don't know…" Kato faltered.
"Whatever, you know now. You done? Let's go," Utaha said, assuming Kato was done with her tampon.
"I…" Kato bit her lip, wanting to say she couldn't, but only managed a shameful "ugh," finally saying, "Sorry… can you go first? Don't wait."
"Cramps bad? I've got ibuprofen," Utaha offered, thinking Kato was curled up in pain.
"…No… thanks, though," Kato said, enduring her shame.
"Alright, I'll tell them to ditch the water, get Hayasaka to change back, and rest onshore. Forcing you to swim's unfair."
"Um… thanks," Kato said.
"No biggie. We're all women, right?" Utaha tossed her hair, leaving.
Unsure if Utaha might return, Kagura and Kato stayed in their awkward pose.
With Utaha gone, Kagura's tension eased. He noticed Kato's hair and face's fragrance filling his nostrils, taking a subtle sniff. She caught him, giving a faint glare, Really, now?
"Um…" Kagura tilted his head, whispering, "I'm so sorry… but why pull me in?"
"If Senpai saw me exposed in front of you, she'd mock me mercilessly. So… ugh… Sawamura-kun, can you leave now? I'll pretend this never happened… please forget it too!" Kato pushed him slightly, clutching her bikini bottom, hands clasped, blushing, pleading.
—Will he leave? He's so hard… what if he… what do I do? Scream? Resist softly, crying? Or… shyly accept? What do I do…
As Kato's heart raced, Kagura clasped his hands, bowing. "Kato, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you!"
He unlocked the door, darting to the opposite stall.
Slumped on the toilet, panting, hands on head, he thought, Is it worse for Utaha-senpai to see you exposed or to be bare with me in a cramped stall so long? Girls' minds are a mystery.
Kato, still reeling, locked the door after he left, sitting back, covering her chest, breathing deeply.
She bit her lip, touching between her legs.
"Ugh… how… how am I this wet…?" Her slickness mortified her.
Wet despite her period, the thought burned her ears.
Kato hurriedly wiped with tissue, put on her bikini bottom, unlocked the door, and stepped out.
She glanced complexly, shyly at Kagura's stall door, then rushed to the sink, washing her hands, hurrying to the changing room.
She couldn't stand the swimsuit another second.
The restroom, near the pool's changing area, was unisex for convenience, not mall-style. With only Kagura and his dad as men, a separate gender-specific restroom seemed pointless.
Family shares, right?
After relieving himself, Kagura cast two cleaning spells, swapped his trunks for summer clothes, and returned to the pool.
No one was there.
Kagura lounged, opening another non-alcoholic beer, waiting. No one came. Finishing, he tossed the can, stood—and paused.
He glanced at the can, recalling the "Large Syringe" from earlier.
Hiss… kinda perverse?
Perverse or not, his cock stirred.
Shaking his head, he calmed for minutes, returning to the mansion.
As mentioned, three rear doors: one to the changing room, one to the kitchen, one standard. The standard led to a staircase corner's gap, a left door to a cleaning supply closet, and a red-gold carpeted path to the first-floor corridor.
Opening the door, Qiong's voice startled him, "Yo, done drinking?"
"Hiss… why're you lurking here?" Kagura glanced left. Qiong stood in the staircase gap, holding her black bunny plush, staring blankly.
"My freedom to loiter, no? Just checking when you'd return," Qiong said, slightly tsundere, turning away.
"Phew—fine, I'm back. Where's Eriri and the rest?"
Qiong's eyes curved mischievously, pointing upstairs.
"Upstairs? Where?"
"Your room," Qiong said, stifling a grin.
"…???"
Kagura's face shifted. Patting Qiong's head, he bolted upstairs, practically flying, reaching his room in seconds.
Bang—!
He flung the door open.