Rin Ito: [Why did you tell Sakiko that?]
Mortis: [I'm just helping her find her drive again~]
Rin Ito: [When I get my hands on you later, even calling me 'Daddy' won't save you.]
Mortis: [Ehehe~]
Mutsumi and Mortis were keeping their secrets, but it was clear Mortis was setting a trap for Sakiko... Does she want Sakiko to be a 'sister,' or is this just Mortis's way of getting 'revenge' for Mutsumi?
Regardless, the original plan was dead. He had to adapt.
But as for tonight...
Rin glanced at his bulging pocket. He hadn't demanded Sakiko's underwear just for a cheap thrill.
He exited the park and hailed a taxi straight to Hatsune's place.
Hatsune was still a high schooler. Her idol work was mostly weekends and holidays. When Rin arrived at her building, the lights of her luxury loft apartment were already on.
This was Rin's first time visiting. He had the address from Karen's "doxxing" report.
When Hatsune saw Rin's face on the intercom screen, she froze. She knew exactly why a man would visit her at this hour.
She had prepared herself for this since the day they met, but when the moment finally arrived, she was still paralyzed by fear.
"Not going to welcome me? I even brought you a gift."
"S-sorry."
The voice through the speaker snapped her out of it. She buzzed him in. Before her heart could even settle, the doorbell rang.
Taking a deep breath, Hatsune placed her hand on the handle. She hesitated for two seconds before pushing it down... Everything for the secret. Sakiko can never know.
Hatsune was in her loungewear—a light purple short-sleeved top with a star pattern and loose trousers that hid her long, slender legs.
Rin walked in with a smile. After a brief moment of eye contact, Hatsune guiltily looked away.
"C-come in. Would you like something to drink?"
"Whatever's easy."
Rin sat on the sofa, making himself at home. He looked around the spacious apartment—it wasn't a cramped studio; it had a living room and a separate bedroom. Hatsune placed a glass of water on the wooden coffee table.
"It's late. Is there... something you need?"
Hatsune swallowed, looking at Rin with wide, nervous eyes. She was still hoping for a miracle... Maybe he isn't here to eat me?
She was right. Rin wasn't there to eat her—not yet.
Under Hatsune's confused gaze, Rin pulled Sakiko's "raw" panties from his pocket and held them out. "A gift for you."
"A... gift?"
Hatsune looked at the offered underwear. If they were new, she might have believed him. But these... the brand was high-end, but the fabric was clearly worn.
Why is he giving me a girl's used underwear?
"These belong to Sakiko Toyokawa."
"!!!!" Hatsune's heart skipped a beat. She stood up instantly, her voice sharp. "What did you do to her!?"
"Relax. I didn't do anything 'bad' to her. Today was Soyo's band's debut. Sakiko and I both went to watch. There was a little 'misunderstanding,' and I ended up with these. It's a long story, but I thought you'd appreciate them, so I brought them over."
Rin's smile was purely malicious.
"Unless you don't want them?"
"I..."
Hatsune's words died. She stared at the panties, her throat going dry. She wanted them!
Sakiko's personal items surely carried her scent. Forget her scent—Hatsune hadn't even been allowed to see Sakiko properly in nearly a year.
"It seems you like the gift." Rin raised an eyebrow. "Don't be shy. Do what you want to do. If you refuse... I'll just have to tell Sakiko who you really are."
"!!!!"
No! Anything but that!
Steeling her resolve, Hatsune raised her trembling hands. She took the thin fabric and pressed it firmly against her face. And then...
Hah... hah... hah...
Sakiko's scent... Hah...
Hatsune took a series of deep, lung-filling breaths, completely losing herself.
Unlike the others who played with girls just for the thrill of a party, Hatsune was like Hinata or Saya—a true lesbian. Or rather, she didn't care about gender; she just happened to love a girl named Sakiko.
Watching the idol girl's depraved state, Rin's lips curled into a smirk. One pair of panties and I have her completely under my thumb.
"What a pathetic sight... huffing Sakiko's panties like a dog. If your fans could see you now, they'd be heartbroken. But then again, the 'idol Hatsune' is just a dream you stole, isn't it? I feel bad for your fans."
"!!!!"
Hatsune's body went rigid.
"By the way... is this all you do when you think of her? Don't mind me. Do what you usually do." Rin's smile turned even more wicked. "It's a rare chance to have the real thing. Isn't just smelling it a bit of a waste?"
"...."
Hatsune didn't answer. After a moment of hesitation, she slid her hand beneath the waistband of her trousers. Through the fabric, Rin could see the rhythmic movements of her hand.
Her deep breaths were now punctuated by wanton, melodic whimpers. Hatsune had fully submerged herself in the role of the tragic heroine.
In love with someone she could never have, unable to even reveal her true identity, forced to masturbate with a rival's gift while huffing the scent of her beloved.
The fact that she was reaching a climax in this situation proved she had a significant masochistic streak.
Rin didn't ask her to strip. He simply pulled out his phone and began recording her shameful, depraved performance.
With her eyes closed and her mind lost in Sakiko's scent, Hatsune didn't even notice. She was too busy enjoying a flavor of Sakiko she had never—ever—experienced before.
After the video was saved, Rin admired her afterglow while texting Mutsumi for Sakiko's personal number.
Sakiko: [What do you want!?]
Rin Ito: [Nothing much. Just a cup of coffee.]
Sakiko: [I'm busy.]
Rin Ito: [Tomorrow afternoon, after school. Come here.]
Rin ignored her protests and sent a GPS pin. On the other end, Sakiko clenched her fists... after a few deep breaths, she felt her strength drain away.
Sakiko: [I understand.]