"Surprised? Mashiro usually doesn't show this kind of expression in front of you, but it's completely different in front of me."
"L-Let go of Mashiro right now!"
Watching Mashiro's 'painful' appearance, Rita wanted to stop it, but it was already too late... Rin Ito wickedly chose to wait until Rita finished her shower.
Rita could only look on helplessly like a victim in a doujinshi, watching the Mashiro she wanted to protect get filled with creampies by Rin Ito. She could naturally tell they were doing it on purpose.
And... it was hard for Rita to say who the 'mastermind' really was.
Although it looked like Rin Ito devoured Mashiro, in reality, it might be Mashiro devouring Rin Ito... Mashiro's petty scheme to drag her into the water was more than obvious.
It took quite a while before Mashiro snapped out of it and climbed off Rin Ito.
Drip, drop.
Having just been thoroughly stretched open, Mashiro's entrance couldn't close properly for the moment, leaking creampies drip by drop like a faucet that couldn't be shut tight.
"You..."
"Since you've finished your shower, let's have Mashiro start drawing." Rin Ito scanned Rita with a wicked smile. "If you don't just want to be a model but want the real thing, Rita, that's fine too."
"Just a model! Mashiro, h-hurry up and start."
Watching the creampies still leaking out of Mashiro, the previously shy Rita didn't hesitate for a single second to let Mashiro begin.
Rita had previously thought about waiting until he and Nanami broke up, but now... she was even more determined to stay with Mashiro.
If it were just Mashiro alone, she would definitely be bred to pieces!
Without needing Mashiro to say more, Rita followed what Mashiro said earlier, spreading her legs in an M-shape on the edge of the bed toward Rin Ito and Mashiro, even using her fingers to part her most delicate spot, fully presenting it before their eyes.
Her freshly washed crotch still carried residual water droplets, looking plump and exceptionally delicious.
After spreading her legs, Rita originally thought Mashiro would sit behind the easel to start drawing, but Mashiro and Rin Ito stood right in front of her instead.
After exchanging a brief glance with Rin Ito, Mashiro spoke: "What I want to draw is a mid-action scene, so we need to get you aroused first, Rita."
"Okay, then I'll just do it myse— YAAAH!!!!"
Before Rita could finish her sentence, she was forcefully interrupted by Rin Ito and Mashiro. Mashiro grabbed the soft white breasts on Rita's chest, while Rin Ito squatted down and buried his face directly into her crotch.
"Y-You guys... Ito-kun, your tongue is too... Mashiro, don't bite right there!!"
Her legs instinctively clamped shut around Rin Ito's head, and her hands reflexively tried to push Mashiro away, but the thought that Mashiro might truly be bred like livestock if she refused made Rita's hands go stiff.
Within a moment, her body went completely limp, leaving her with no strength to resist, allowing the two to ruthlessly bully every single weak point on her body.
Fortunately for Rita, the two didn't bully her for too long. After all, this was just to help Rita adapt; it would be bad if playing too hardcore left her with psychological trauma.
After simply making her climax once, Rin Ito and Mashiro stopped. Then, Mashiro had the limp Rita lie flat on the bed while Rin Ito knelt with his knees straddling both sides of Rita's ribs.
This way, Rita's massive breasts could perfectly clamp onto Rin Ito. Mashiro even had Rin Ito squeeze down forcefully to let her breasts envelop him better. Even with Rita's massive bust, she couldn't completely cover him, the protruding tip bumping against Rita's chin.
Rin Ito hadn't washed after devouring Mashiro, and the mixed scent of the two directly assaulted Rita's nose.
"Just like this." After adjusting their posture, Mashiro finally sat back behind the easel to begin drawing.
"Mashiro..." Seeing Mashiro start, Rita spoke up cautiously, her chin bumping against the rod as she did. "Remember to draw both my face and his face into it."
"You actually have this kind of fetish, Rita?" Rin Ito teased.
"Th-This is for a better keepsake!"
Rita stubbornly argued. After watching them for a bit, Mashiro stood up and walked over to them again, this time bringing a pillow to prop Rita's head up.
At first, Rita thought Mashiro was just worried she wasn't comfortable lying flat, but once her head was propped up, she realized her mouth was even closer to it! Her lips could practically feel the scorching heat.
And whereas she could previously stare at the ceiling, she was now forced to lock eyes with Rin Ito.
残留的
Fortunately for Rita, Mashiro didn't continue teasing her and quietly drew. Aside from Rin Ito moving slightly to re-arouse himself whenever his body cooled down, there wasn't much harassment.