Night fell.
The living room atmosphere grew strange once more.
The game had ended.
Now came punishment time for the "losers."
Ryo, however, didn't make any excessive or suggestive demands. She simply said quietly: "Tonight, I want to eat omurice made by your own hands. With lots of ketchup."
This wish, plain to the point of being "shabby," even surprised Seiji.
But since it was Ryo's request, naturally he had no reason not to comply.
Moreover, the so-called request was just for fun.
As long as the three girls had needs, Seiji would naturally do his best to satisfy them.
Of course.
The real "main event" fell upon those two poor "losers."
"Alright, now that dinner's finished, next comes punishment time."
Seiji clapped his hands, a smile appearing on his face that made both Eriri and Utaha feel chills down their spines.
"However," his tone shifted, "to add to the game's fun, and to let you more deeply experience your 'comrade's' suffering, thereby strengthening your mutual 'bonds'..."
"I've decided that during tonight's movie, you'll swap and experience each other's 'devices.'"
"What?! Swap?!" Both Eriri and Utaha exclaimed.
"That's right." Seiji said without room for argument. "In other words, from now on, Eriri, you'll be putting a ball gag candy in your mouth."
Eriri's expression changed.
Thinking about what was wrapped inside the candy filled her with resistance.
"N-no! I don't want to! That... that's too dirty!" She instinctively protested.
If it were normally, swallowing wouldn't be impossible.
But keeping it in her mouth constantly, that was...
In any case, Eriri felt she couldn't handle it.
"Oh? Are you defying the referee's orders?" Seiji's gaze instantly turned cold.
Swept by that icy stare, Eriri was immediately too frightened to speak further, only able to lower her head in humiliation.
"No... no..."
"As for Utaha, you'll experience Eriri's 'nipple patches.'"
The corner of Utaha's mouth twitched violently.
She proudly thrust out her chest, looking at those two pink gel patches with an extremely contemptuous expression.
"Hehe, these vulgar toys that would only trouble flat-chested girls pose absolutely no challenge to me."
Though she said this, thinking about her peaks... repeatedly ravaged by Seiji... being covered with these sticky things made her entire body break out in goosebumps.
"As for Ryo," Seiji looked at Ryo, "...you'll experience Utaha's heart rate vibrator."
Upon hearing this, Ryo simply silently reached out, accepted the heart rate vibrator, and nodded to show acceptance.
"Of course," Seiji finally looked at the most pitiful "bottom-placer," "Eriri, as punishment, you'll also have to sit in my lap throughout the viewing."
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An hour later. The living room.
On the massive TV screen, a Hollywood urban romance film was playing.
Seiji leaned leisurely in the center of the sofa.
Ryo appeared to be lying comfortably beside him. But her tightly pressed legs and the occasionally uncontrollable contractions of her lower abdomen revealed she wasn't as calm as she appeared.
The heart rate vibrator was also a novel challenge for her.
She could feel her heartbeat gradually accelerating, and the little toy's frequency steadily increasing as well.
Utaha, wearing a classic black-and-white maid outfit, knelt on Seiji's other side, expressionlessly massaging his shoulders.
But the "slime" patches, growing increasingly active due to her rising body temperature, forced her to be cautious with every breath.
Those things were also a novel challenge for her.
Much more formidable than she'd imagined... her hands were trembling.
And the most miserable, Eriri.
Sat rigidly in Seiji's embrace.
Not only did her mouth contain that specially-made candy, she could also clearly feel Seiji's powerful presence transmitting an inescapable oppressive pressure from behind.
This double torment made her feel completely surrounded!
Add to that, on her left, Ryo's "investigative" gaze.
On her right, Utaha's "sympathetic" stare.
This sensation of being publicly executed with ultimate shame made Eriri feel her brain was about to stop thinking.
She bit her lip hard, swallowing all sounds back into her stomach.
But her body grew hotter and hotter.
Her breathing became more and more rapid.
Her vision began to blur.
Finally.
Along with the movie's earth-shattering explosion as the protagonist detonated the final boss.
Eriri's body also jerked backward like a detonated bomb.
In a silent spasm, she completely lost consciousness.
Shamefully fainting.
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That night, late.
Seiji came to Eriri's room.
Looking at the blonde girl lying in bed with exhaustion written across her face, he shook his head helplessly. "Her psychological endurance is still too poor."
He bent down and left a comforting kiss on her forehead.
Then turned and left.
Subsequently, Seiji arrived at Utaha's room door.
Without knocking, he directly pushed the door open.
Inside the room, only a dim bedside lamp was lit. Utaha lay on her side in bed, wrapped tightly in blankets, outlining her exquisite, graceful curves.
"Seiji..." She looked at the uninvited man, her voice carrying a trace of trembling and anticipation.
"Shh."
Seiji walked forward, gently pressing one finger against her soft lips.
"It's been so long since we met properly. Let's not waste time... let me thoroughly experience your depths."
...
The next day.
Utaha, dragging legs that seemingly no longer belonged to her, trembling.
Supporting herself against the wall, she moved down from upstairs one difficult step at a time.
In the living room.
Ryo secretly felt relieved. Fortunately, the one tormented was Utaha... otherwise, she'd be the one in that terrible state.
Recalling past madness.
The girl felt apprehensive about Seiji's stamina and combat ability.
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