Chapter 691: The Mastermind Sister-in-law Momo. - Diary Of Service Club, Helping The Elf Princess

As Kitagawa Marin recalled the moment Sugawara Fumika and Watanabe Akane fell to their knees, she quickly figured out the reason behind it.

Highly accurate, exquisite cosplay outfits not only paired with the high-tech gravure camera to let the cosplayers quickly enter the cosplay state.

The lights turning on for the night's Play segment at the hot spring anime convention, shining on their cosplay outfits, would also activate, guide, and magnify the "favorable impressions" accumulated within the cosplayers, making them proactively seek Hachiman out to complete the quest.

However, she, who was cosplaying the fireworks shop owner Yoimiya, currently only wanted to kiss Hachiman, hug Hachiman, and watch the fireworks... while doing it with Hachiman.

Even Shiba Miyuki, cosplaying Kamisato Ayaka, and Elio, cosplaying Janus, were just clinging to Hachiman and seeking kisses.

For a situation like Sugawara Fumika and Watanabe Akane losing their composure instantly, it was more likely that they themselves were the problem.

"Shouldn't we leave and give them some space?"

Amano Ririsa, cosplaying Mash, was just as shocked as Inui Sajuna and the others, though she wasn't quite as sensitive; she just blushed a little and quietly asked Kitagawa Marin.

Her favorites were Angel Lilliel and some particularly charming and highly erotic characters, but she hadn't seen most of the cosplays in the Service Club before.

Not knowing the specific character settings, she felt it was best to refrain from commenting on Sugawara Fumika and Watanabe Akane's bold behavior.

Maybe they were just doing it to stay true to their character settings and the story.

Even though she didn't even have any romantic experience and couldn't yet bring herself to have such deep contact with a guy she had just met, if it was devoting herself for the sake of cosplay, she felt it was worthy of admiration.

Seeing that not just the Rem and Ram cosplayers, but many other cosplayers were also converging in this direction, seemingly eyeing Hachiman covetously, Amano Ririsa clutched her fiercely pounding chest and hurriedly looked away.

She was also starting to feel somewhat unwell.

Though it seemed her body was just slightly warm, and apart from a dry mouth and excessive saliva production, there weren't any major abnormalities.

"Can, can we even leave? Teleportation doesn't seem to be working anymore..."

Inui Sajuna, cosplaying Fu Xuan, grabbed Inui Shinju, who was cosplaying Timido and seemed to want to go up as well, and retreated continuously, dodging the swarming crowd to follow Kitagawa Marin to a safe spot on the side.

She kept her eyes fixed on Kitagawa Marin, her white teeth tightly biting her cherry lips, her small hands faintly brushing over her taut, white-stocking-clad legs as her voice trembled a bit.

If she could have teleported away, she would have fled long ago; but now teleportation was disabled, unlike before when they could teleport back to the club lobby anytime, anywhere.

She couldn't even switch out of the Fu Xuan cosplay outfit she was wearing, even though she had prepared other, much more conservative cosplay outfits.

"Now that the Service Game has begun, the entire Service Inn is a game zone. Without permission, you can't teleport away; you can't even go outside the hot spring inn."

Looking at Inui Sajuna, who seemed to be affected as well, Kitagawa Marin hurriedly consoled her.

"But don't worry, Juju-sama, as long as you don't actively participate, it will be fine."

"The inn area is so large, there are plenty of places for us to spend the night."

"Once dawn breaks tomorrow, the Service Game should end, and we'll be able to teleport back."

It had been agreed upon beforehand: those who remained in the hot spring inn at night would bear the consequences, and those who didn't want to participate in the game had to leave early.

Originally, she just wanted to have her good friends greet Hachiman and meet him, so they could have a chance to develop a deeper relationship in the future; who knew Hachiman would wake up so late today and spend so much time taking photos for the idols. Now time was up before she had even introduced the second pair.

Of course, staying in the hot spring inn itself was no big deal. There were also some new members in the Service Club who were certain they would serve Hachiman in the future but didn't want to enter so hastily right now; tonight, they were just participating as spectators, and if they didn't want to take the field, they just had to hide.

But with the involuntary examples of Sugawara Fumika and Watanabe Akane happening right in front of them, it was perfectly normal for Inui Sajuna to have concerns.

"Marin, can you guarantee that's true?"

Inui Sajuna cast a glance at Sugawara Fumika and Watanabe Akane, who were starting to act like actual sisters over there, her face written with disbelief.

If it were merely about satisfying Hachiman, she would be able to accept it right now.

But the scale of things over there was growing larger and larger; she simply didn't dare to imagine what level it would reach when she inevitably got dragged into it later.

"If no accidents happen, yes."

Kitagawa Marin didn't dare to look at the chaotic scene over there where Hachiman had already been pushed down, nodding with a guilty conscience.

If she were the one hosting tonight's Service Game, she would have a bit of confidence, but unfortunately, she wasn't.

Her Highness Iris had returned to the other world, Princess Lala was only responsible for helping invent some things and didn't manage affairs, and Kaede, Haruno, and the others all had their own respective arrangements.

Therefore... tonight's Service Game was hosted by Princess Momo.

Princess Momo had absolutely no room for resistance in front of Hachiman, only able to cry out to Brother-in-Law and beg for mercy. However, facing them, Princess Momo wasn't nearly as agreeable.

On the surface, her personality was gentle and elegant, but in reality, she was overly polite and hadn't integrated with them.

"...At least, at least let this child safely make it through tonight..."

Seeing this, Inui Sajuna also gave up struggling, took a deep breath, and pulled Inui Shinju, whom she was holding onto, in front of Kitagawa Marin.

If possible, she absolutely didn't want Kitagawa Marin to take care of Shinju.

But she felt that she wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer either.

With no other choice, she could only place her trust in Shinju one more time.

"Ah? Juju-sama, what is your doujinshi's storyline?"

Kitagawa Marin didn't expect Inui Sajuna to have so little confidence, and couldn't help but pull out the Fu Xuan doujinshi Inui Sajuna was cosplaying to flip through the story.

"Isn't it just foot...."

"Sh-Shut up, once the matters here are resolved, this seat will naturally, naturally deal with you..."

Before Kitagawa Marin could finish saying the rest, footjob, cowgirl, internal ejaculation, white stockings, without taking off pantyhose, bratty girl, Mara-struck, hypnosis... and so on, Inui Sajuna reprimanded Kitagawa Marin with a flushed face.

The Rem and Ram doujinshi had taken effect without Hachiman's signature.

By the same logic, she felt that the storyline of her unsigned doujinshi might also unfold very soon.

"Uh..."

Kitagawa Marin looked at Inui Sajuna, whose very way of referring to herself had changed as she began entering the cosplay state, and didn't know how to explain anymore.

With things as they were, she could only play along and console Juju-sama.

At least put up a performance that seemed more miserable than Juju-sama's?

Seeing this, Amano Ririsa's expression changed; disregarding her bashfulness, she hastily opened the doujinshi she was cosplaying to study the storyline.

Just a moment ago she felt she was perfectly fine, but as time passed, she felt the "discomfort" in her body growing stronger and stronger.

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"Turn up the cosplay outfit's sensitivity a bit, magnify the desires a little more, mhm... the desire energy borrowed from the goddess angel isn't much, so I can't use it recklessly..."

"Add the club training camp storyline, outdoors seems fine too. As for the train storyline... let's save it for tomorrow morning, assuming they can still go to school tomorrow..."

"There's also the hot spring inn storyline... Eh? Special invitation? Non-club members can enter the hot spring inn through a special invitation."

"How does the hot spring inn even have this kind of function? I've never heard Brother-in-Law mention it. Hehe, whatever, I'll just set a few restrictions and enable the special invitations."

In a certain room in the Service Inn, a pink-short-haired girl wearing a white slip dress was lying on her stomach on a pillow, staring at a laptop placed on the tatami mat, her slender, fair feet kicking lightly from time to time.

It was just that the pink-haired girl typing on the keyboard occasionally let out bursts of laughter that completely contrasted with her exquisite, pretty, and peerlessly beautiful face.

[T/N: New Novel guys. It's an original. Super good kinda. Here's the synopsis:

Title: Transmigrated Into an Eldritch World, I Am the Strongest?

Synopsis:

Transmigrated into another world where Eldritch run rampant, Lynn finds he's become a knockoff pseudo-god whose divine power has run dry and who's about to fade away.

Outside the church, indescribable horrors are pounding on the door, and the despairing countdown begins.

To save himself, Lynn grits his teeth and fabricates a full-dive VR online game called [Old Gods Awaken], summoning a batch of hardcore players from Blue Star to be his believers.

He figured this bunch would tremble in fear under the Eldritch's torment, but things spiraled completely out of control...

Player A (fanatical): "Guys, this headless wraith's physical hitbox is bugged! Block it with a door and take turns chipping at it for the first kill!"

Player B (excited): "This Great Old One's tentacle has a drop check! Eat it raw for +5 poison resistance, come bite!"

Player C (pensive): "If we tie up all the NPCs in this town, the cultists won't find anyone to sacrifice. That's what you call a logic clear!"

Watching the Eldritch monsters outside the door literally scared shitless by the players, and the local natives staring at him with awestruck, crazed eyes and worshiping him as the "Supreme Lord of Chaos", Lynn, sitting on the divine throne, looks majestic and unmatched on the surface, but inside he's panicking like an old dog: 'Stop filling in the blanks! I really am not some indescribable source of horror, I just couldn't hold back this Fourth Calamity bunch!']