This "job"... it isn't some kind of orgy, is it?
Bocchi cowered behind Nijika, but the petite blonde wasn't nearly big enough to hide her. As the only band member who had actually experienced the island parties, Bocchi was highly suspicious that this "part-time job" was either an orgy or some form of "Sugar Daddy" work.
But wait... if it's Sugar Daddy work, isn't that actually perfect!?
Rin had promised to "sponsor" her before. If she became his kept woman, she could finally achieve her dream of being a shut-in leech who never had to step foot in the workforce again!
Nijika was also skeptical. Ryo had dragged her to a few Galgame script meetings before, though she and Bocchi had only watched from the sidelines. Rin hadn't actually fucked Eriri or the others back then—at most, he had treated Eriri's body like a prop—but those scenes had already "polluted" the pure Angel of Shimokitazawa, leading her to do some secret "self-exploration" in her room away from her sister's eyes.
Nijika felt that while Rin was a bit of a pervert, he was fundamentally a good person. He wouldn't lure them here for anything truly nefarious, and besides, the job offer came from Mashiro Shiina, not him.
As for Kita... she knew nothing about the island parties. If the group was going, she was going.
"Mashiro is upstairs. Just go find her," Rin said, pointing to the stairs. "Second door on the left."
Bocchi bit her lip. She had actually come with the mindset of "joining a party." Even though she desperately wanted to be sponsored by Rin, her social anxiety had kept her from making a move on the island because there were too many other girls around. Even in the two weeks since returning, she hadn't dared to call him. Every night, she hid in her closet, fantasizing about Rin pinning her down instead of Utaha or Eriri, taking care of her own needs in the dark corner of her wardrobe.
But it didn't look like a party was happening today.
"Okay~" Nijika chirped, leading her three bandmates upstairs. Thanks to Nanami's constant cleaning, the room was immaculate. Sketchbooks, art supplies, and computers were neatly arranged, and Sagiri's laptop was already set up on the desk.
Sagiri was watching Mashiro draw. When the four girls entered, Mashiro saved her progress and stood up, while Sagiri immediately got up and locked the door behind them.
"Hehehehe..." Sagiri began to look them up and down like a total creep. Out of the four, Bocchi had the best figure; although her tracksuit hid it, she was actually incredibly well-endowed.
However, Sagiri had seen plenty of Bocchi on the island. Her focus shifted to the other three. Under Sagiri's predatory gaze, Kita shrank behind Ryo, looking lost.
Nijika, as the leader, stepped up. "Miss Shiina, what exactly is the job?"
They hadn't met Sagiri or Mashiro in person before, but they'd seen them in the "normie" photos Bocchi posted on social media to pretend she had a social life.
"Modeling," Mashiro replied flatly.
Whew. Nijika breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't anything sexual.
Bocchi, however, felt a wave of disappointment. No sex?
As for Kita... "E-eh? Modeling? I haven't put on any makeup... Miss Shiina, do you have cosmetics? I want to look cute... And should I stay in my uniform? Do I need to change?"
"No need, no need," Sagiri said, eyeing Kita hungrily. Aside from Bocchi, Kita had the best body in the band. Having seen so many huge breasts lately, Sagiri's interests had expanded—she liked "modest" sizes too, and Kita was about the same size as Mashiro.
"First," Sagiri said, leaning in, "lift your skirts and let me see your panties!"
"WHA- EHHH!???" Nijika's face turned bright red as she stumbled back.
Ryo maintained a stoic expression. "Panties are a maiden's most precious treasure. Even if the other person is a girl, you shouldn't just show them so easily—"
Before Ryo could finish, a shadow flickered before her eyes.
Smack!
Ryo felt like she'd been slapped in the face, but...
"Please, hit me again!" Ryo grabbed Mashiro's hand, or rather, the thick stack of cash Mashiro was holding. It was ten 10,000-yen notes—100,000 yen in total. Mashiro had literally slapped Ryo's face with money.
"This is your pay for today," Mashiro said.
"Kyaa!"
In the middle of Nijika's cry of surprise, Ryo—having pocketed the cash—instantly reached out and flipped Nijika's skirt up, revealing a pair of white panties with a bear print and her flawless, pale thighs.
"Master Mashiro, please enjoy the view of Nijika's cute bear-print panties," Ryo said tonelessly.
"OOOHHHH!!!!" Sagiri let out a weird little squeal and crouched in front of Nijika, her face almost pressed against the girl's crotch.
After a moment of shock, a beet-red Nijika screamed and slapped her skirt back down. "Ryo! What... what are you doing!???"
"We're all girls, what's the big deal?" Ryo patted the 100,000 yen in her pocket. She pulled Nijika into the hallway and lowered her voice. "100,000 yen for one session. We could pay off our band's venue fees in no time. Think of all the part-time work we could skip! We'd have so much more time to practice!"
"And if we do this a few more times, we won't just cover the fees—we can get new gear. Nijika, you haven't bought new drum heads or cymbals in ages, right?"
"It's embarrassing, but we're all women here. We're just modeling for their drawings. It's for the sake of the band. Think of the money..."
"Ugh..." Nijika looked torn, but Ryo was right. If it were photography or video that left a permanent record, she'd refuse instantly. But it was just drawing. And the money was astronomical. They were planning to enter a music festival soon, and travel expenses wouldn't be cheap.
"Fine..." Nijika nodded reluctantly. It's just other girls. No big deal!
Having convinced Nijika, Ryo led her back into the room. By now, Kita had already lifted her skirt for Mashiro and Sagiri, and Bocchi had—shockingly—stripped off her tracksuit entirely.
Kita was wearing plain white cotton panties. But underneath Bocchi's tracksuit was a matching set of pink... lace lingerie!
The sheer, flowery fabric was incredibly thin. One could clearly see the faint pink of her nipples and the slight protrusions of her anatomy through the material. It covered nothing. It was pure, unadulterated sex appeal.
Since when did Bocchi become such a perverted girl!?