This could no longer be described as a coincidence.
From Aoi's self-entertaining demeanor, she wasn't staring at a phone or computer screen, nor was she wearing headphones. She was simply leaning against the headboard, without using any 'casting materials'.
This meant that the possibility of her having placed a camera to eavesdrop or secretly film could be ruled out. Without using any eavesdropping or secret filming equipment, she started and finished at the same time as him?
How could there be such a coincidence?
Aoi must have seen his party with Mashiro and Nanami through some means. Excluding the possibility of Aoi having superpowers or magic, and combining this with her sudden awakening of a cuckolding interest and the abnormal surge in her physical fitness these past few days... could Aoi really have bound a system?
Although he was very suspicious, Ito had no way to confirm it.
Based on his experience reading novels in his previous life, these systems usually had punishments or even obliteration mechanisms if exposed. Even if he asked, Aoi would not voluntarily tell him.
Ito furrowed his brow deeply.
If Aoi's sexual interest was her own, that would be fine, but if it was just a system task, doing this would surely hurt her feelings.
But he couldn't read minds, and she couldn't possibly tell him voluntarily. Even if she really had a system, he couldn't confirm it... unless he could bypass her and communicate directly with the system.
Hmm... this might be worth a try.
In any case, there's no harm in trying.
Bypassing her to communicate directly with the system shouldn't count as her actively exposing it.
Having made up his mind, Ito's gaze fell upon Nanami beside him. Nanami, having slightly recovered, was wiping the secluded valley between her legs with tissue. However, due to Ito's unusually large volume, some still squeezed out even after she wiped for a while.
"Go take a bath. Mashiro's underwear should fit you. I have new ones here."
"Mm..."
Nanami looked at Ito with a complicated expression, then, while covering the secluded valley between her legs with tissue to prevent bodily fluids from dripping onto the floor, she dragged her sore body somewhat unsteadily towards the bathroom.
Because Nanami was afraid of dirtying Mashiro's bed, she didn't pull out the condom stuck in her anus. As she walked, it swayed like a small tail, looking especially cute.
Nanami went to take a bath, while Ito went to prepare clean underwear for Nanami.
Fortunately, Nanami's uniform wasn't dirty. When she first took it off, Nanami had neatly folded both her uniform and underwear and placed them aside.
Nanami stumbled out of the room and into the bathroom, her fingers grasping the small tail in her butt. Before pulling it out, Nanami, as if possessed, slipped a finger into the condom and poked her anus with her fingertip.
So tight!
Even with the condom's lubrication, it was so tight. How much force did he use to shove his finger in there!
After trying a few times and failing, Nanami pulled out the small tail. Then, she turned on the shower, and the feeling of hot water pouring over her body from top to bottom made Nanami exceptionally comfortable, as if all the accumulated fatigue had been vented and released at once.
However, Nanami knew that this wasn't because of the hot bath, but because of him.
Although it hurt a little at first, afterward, the feeling of letting go of everything and completely surrendering her body to him was incredibly comfortable. A trembling sensation surged from the deepest room of her body, rushing up her spine straight to her brain, as if she were flying freely in the sky.
The accumulated fatigue was released with each orgasm, spilling onto Mashiro's face...
Coupled with this hot bath, she felt completely refreshed.
In the past, Nanami would also relieve stress through masturbation, but being alone and being with someone else were two completely different experiences.
Physical pleasure was secondary; the most important thing was the feeling of spiritual communion and letting go with another person.
And... money was also important.
Slap! Slap! Slap!!!
Nanami slapped her cheeks hard, then began to talk to herself.
"Nanami, Nanami! Isn't this compensated dating?!"
"No, it's not compensated dating! He... he didn't give me money, so what kind of compensated dating is that?!"
Although Nanami's habit of talking to herself, playing two roles, might be unsettling, it was also her way of practicing voice acting.
When she was in her apartment, she would usually voice her tiger plushie, 'Torajiro.' This helped her practice and also encouraged herself.
But since Torajiro wasn't with her now, Nanami had to do it this way.
"If no money is given, it's not compensated dating? Then... sugar baby? Nanami is being kept by Mashiro!"
"Uh..." Nanami couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment.
Although she was nominally a model earning a 'salary' and indeed doing model work, the modeling work was just with Ito... wasn't this just like being kept by Mashiro!?
"Being... being kept by a man counts as being kept. Mashiro... Mashiro is a girl, girls... girls don't count as being kept."
Nanami's voice grew softer and softer, seemingly unable to convince herself. She felt that she was indeed like she was being kept by Mashiro, except Mashiro didn't 'eat' her, but let Ito 'eat' her instead.
"Nanami, the bath towel, new underwear, and your uniform are outside."
Hearing Ito's voice, Nanami quickly perked up and replied.
"Okay! I know, just leave them outside."
Temporarily putting aside thoughts of being kept or compensated dating, Nanami focused on washing herself. Although it was her safe period, he had thoroughly ejaculated inside her. It wasn't that he didn't want to wear a condom, but Mashiro wanted Ito to ejaculate directly inside her... and finally, the condom ended up in her butt.
After washing for a while, Nanami opened the bathroom door and retrieved the bath towel left outside. After simply drying herself, Nanami put on Mashiro's underwear.
Although Mashiro appeared to have small breasts on the surface, she was surprisingly well-endowed when undressed. Her figure was about average for a JK, slightly above Nanami's. Of course, both of them were far inferior to Aoi and Rika.
After changing into new underwear and putting on her uniform, Nanami returned to Mashiro's room.
At this time, Mashiro was still drawing in the room, and Ito was tidying up. Seeing Ito busy, Nanami quickly went forward to help him clean up together.
Nanami couldn't remember how many times she had climaxed. Although some of it was caught by Mashiro, a considerable amount still ended up on the bedsheets.
"I'll... I'll clean up! Senpai, you just watch from the side!"
Although Nanami had just been 'eaten' by Ito, having a man clean up bedsheets stained with her bodily fluids still made Nanami very shy.
Ito smiled and stepped aside, leaving the tidying up to Nanami. He took out his phone and checked the time and messages. Rika hadn't sent any more messages since Ito and Nanami stopped, which meant Aoi had also stopped and hadn't continued.
"Nanami, it's getting late. You have class tomorrow, so why don't you stay here tonight?"
When Ito checked his phone earlier, he also glanced at the time. It was already early morning of the next day.
"Eh... um."
After a brief consideration, Nanami agreed. Staying overnight at the home of a man she had only recently met was normally a risky behavior, but... since she had already been 'eaten', it didn't matter anymore.
"Mashiro will probably be drawing all night. Nanami, you can sleep in my room. I'll just sleep on the sofa."
"Okay, thank you, Senpai."
Nanami didn't mind... her butt had already been 'pierced' by him, so the room didn't matter much. After tidying up the room, Nanami's gaze fell on Mashiro.
Earlier, a lot of her and Ito's bodily fluids had sprayed onto Mashiro. Mashiro seemed to have just wiped her face with a bedsheet and started drawing... the parts that weren't wiped clean had already dried.
Looking at Mashiro's focused expression, Nanami bit her lower lip... Is this what genius is like?
Nanami went to the bathroom and brought a basin of hot water. After wetting a towel, she gently wiped the stains from Mashiro's face without disturbing her drawing.
Mashiro was the same age as her, yet... she was like a child.
As innocent as a child, as pure as a child. She made her and Ito do it not for physical desire, but simply to gather material for her doujinshi.
Mashiro's face was the most heavily soiled area. Nanami's silver fluid, Ito's white fluid, plus Nanami's virgin blood... After carefully cleaning Mashiro, Nanami went to Ito's room next door.
Clean and tidy.
Completely different from the stereotypical boy's room.
In Nanami's opinion, girls' rooms were actually messier than boys'.
A boy's mess might just be a lack of attention to categorization, but he himself knew where everything was. But once a girl's room got messy... tsk tsk tsk.
Nanami couldn't even imagine.
After a night of 'conquest,' Nanami was also a bit tired. After lying down on Ito's bed, she slowly closed her eyes.
She had done it with Aoi's boyfriend, and he had even ejaculated inside her.
Tomorrow... what kind of expression should she wear when she meets Aoi tomorrow? Or should she leave early? But she would still have to face her at school.
Thinking about this problem, Nanami's consciousness gradually drifted away.
...
Downstairs, Ito, still full of energy, took a shower but didn't sleep on the sofa. Instead, he grabbed his keys and quietly went to Aoi and Rika's home next door.
Aoi and Rika were already asleep, and the entire house was pitch black.
By the moonlight, Ito tiptoed to Aoi's bedroom door, quietly opened it, and then cautiously walked inside.
In the moonlight, Aoi's serene sleeping face was exceptionally cute. Resisting the urge to fiercely kiss her cheek, Ito came to Aoi's bedside, leaned down, and lowered his voice.
Ito wanted to try, to see if he could bypass Aoi and communicate directly with the system.
"System...?"
There was no response. Ito lowered his voice and called again.
"System?"
Still no response. Just as Ito was about to give up, he suddenly had a feeling!
It seemed like something was calling him.
Ito tiptoed onto Aoi's bed, then carefully pressed his forehead against the back of Aoi's head.
System?Are you there, are you there, are you there?
[I am!]
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