"Don't hunch your shoulders. The more nervous you look, the more people notice. Stand straight and walk naturally, like you come here all the time."
"How could I come here all the time?! And you... how are you so experienced at this?! How many girls have you brought to hotels?!"
After Chika offered to show him her "proof," Rin had taken her straight to a hotel. It was a property owned by Karen's family. Rin produced the VIP card Karen had given him, and the receptionist handed over the key to a private floor without even asking for ID.
"I think you're only the second," Rin lied, taking Chika's trembling hand. Even "The Earth's Cancer" had her limits when it came to modesty.
Once in the elevator, Chika exhaled. "I don't believe you. A party monster like you only brought one?" She was worried he'd devour her here, but part of her thought it was okay since she was "carrying his child."
The elevator dinged. Chika jumped. Rin led her into the room like a stiff wooden puppet. She sat on the sofa, the faint scent of milk wafting from her collar.
"You said you'd show me proof. Hurry up," Rin said, acting impatient.
"Promise me... once you see, you'll admit it's your baby and take me to the hospital."
"If you're really pregnant, I'll take responsibility."
"Okay..."
Chika stood and gripped the hem of her skirt with trembling hands. She shut her eyes tight, tears of shame pricking her lids. Rin knelt before her. Chika wasn't skinny; her thighs were plush, pressing together so tightly there wasn't a gap in sight.
"I can't see if you keep your legs closed. Open up."
Chika let out a soft moan but obeyed, spreading her legs so Rin could slide her white panties down to her ankles. It was a magnificent view. Her skin was smooth, almost poreless, like a delicacy waiting to be tasted.
Rin pressed his hands against her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her outer lips. Unlike Kaguya or Ai, who were more "refined," Chika was "meaty." Even with his hands, he couldn't see the hymen clearly. She was incredibly tight.
"H-have you seen enough?" Chika stammered.
"I can't see anything. Chika, you're too thick and tight. Haven't you ever used your fingers?"
"Never!" Chika lied. She had tried once, but the pain at the entrance had stopped her. She couldn't imagine how Kaguya enjoyed having something so much bigger inside.
Rin suppressed a laugh and let go. "This isn't working. Get on the bed."
"Ugh..."
Chika sat on the bed and spread her legs into an M-shape.
"Prop your hips up with a pillow. Yes, like that."
She buried her face in another pillow while Rin inspected her. "Still can't see without proper tools... you're too tense. Relax."
"How can I relax?!" Chika wailed into the pillow.
"Let me give you a massage to help you relax then."
Before she could protest, Rin pressed his thumb against the prominent little nub of her clitoris. He hadn't meant to tease her, but the attention made the "little pomegranate seed" pop out.
"Eeeeeeii—!!!!"
A melodic moan escaped Chika's lips. Her hips bucked against the pillow, her toes curling into the white sheets. Chika rarely masturbated, and she had never felt pleasure this intense.
She couldn't withstand his expert touch. Her mind went blank almost instantly.
"Your body is relaxing, but you're so wet it's all covered up... I can't see a thing."
Chika couldn't hear him. She was lost in the pursuit of more pleasure. Rin used tissues to wipe her, but the friction only stimulated her more. The more he wiped, the more she produced.
After Chika peaked, Rin pulled the pillow away from her face. Her eyes were unfocused, and her face was flushed.
"I didn't think you were such a lewd girl, Chika. You're so wet I can't see the 'proof' at all... it's even getting on my face. How about we try an easier method?"