SQUIRT!
Mashiro squeezed the "water balloon" hard, and a jet of thick fluid hit Ryo. Ryo jumped in shock. Nearby, Kita opened her mouth to speak but hesitated.
She heard it clearly. Ryo-senpai just said, "it smells just like the stuff from the other day." What does that mean!? Does Senpai have a boyfriend!? That can't be right!
Kita felt something was wrong, and Ryo felt it too. This smell... it's too real! It's identical to that day, but even more intense because Mashiro is squeezing it directly onto my face.
Fake. It's all fake. He couldn't have made this much in such a short time. It's fake!
Ryo instinctively reached up to wipe her face, but Sagiri stopped her. "No. You can't wipe it off until we're finished drawing."
"..." Ryo went silent. Regardless of whether it was real or fake, having sticky gunk on her face that she wasn't allowed to wipe off was miserable, especially with such a pungent odor.
SQUIRT!
Before Ryo could even process the discomfort, Mashiro squeezed the balloon again. The thick, white slime matted Ryo's dark blue bangs together, dripping down her eyebrows and catching on her eyelashes. Her small nose, her pale cheeks, and even her soft lips were coated.
Despite a wave of nausea, Ryo endured it. Can't run. Can't run. It's fake. It's fake!
But Mashiro wasn't done. After splashing Ryo's modest chest, she aimed the balloon at the center of her spread legs. Ryo could handle the face and chest, but down there... what if it was real? She'd get pregnant!
"Wait! This is fake, right? Right? Right!?"
If it were real... even if it wasn't a direct "shot," having that much squirted directly onto her labia—especially with Mashiro aiming for the opening—was terrifying.
"It's real," Mashiro said flatly.
Hearing this, Nijika and Kita instinctively pulled back their hands. They each had a hand near Ryo's crotch helping to hold her open, and they had been splashed too. Wait, if it's real... no, no, it can't be!
They knew from health class that a man couldn't produce that much. Combined with Ryo's comment about the "smell," they assumed it was a prank. Men just didn't work like that. Mashiro wouldn't have a stash of cum in the fridge, would she?
However, when Mashiro insisted it was real, they pulled away, and Ryo instinctively snapped her legs shut. The fluid that was just on the surface was now squeezed deep into her folds.
"It's fake, right?" Ryo asked again. "Real." "Fake?" "Real."
The two went back and forth like children. Despite Mashiro's insistence, Ryo refused to believe her after last night's pranks.
"Should I call him in to prove it to you?" Sagiri suggested with a wicked grin.
Mashiro nodded quickly. "Yes. We need him for the next poses anyway."
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" Kita shouted, stopping Sagiri. "We're all naked! You can't just call him in! And what do you mean he needs to join the poses!? That's... that's totally wrong!"
"We're naked! How is he even going to 'prove' it anyway?"
"I... I... I..." A stuttering, trembling Bocchi raised her hand. "I... I'll help him prove it."
"EH!???" Kita screamed. Prove it? Prove he can make that much? Does that mean Bocchi is going to...
Nijika and Ryo weren't as shocked. They had long suspected Bocchi had feelings for Rin. Otherwise, the social-phobic girl would never have gone to the island with him, let alone put on "victory" lingerie. Bocchi was always mumbling about being a "kept woman." She clearly wanted Rin to sponsor her, and she didn't seem to care that he already had a girlfriend.
Nijika didn't know what to say. If Bocchi didn't fix her social anxiety, life after graduation would be hard. Could they really stay in a band forever? It was a heavy thought. Rin was a pervert, but he was a "good" guy, and his girlfriend didn't seem to mind him being with others. If Bocchi was going to be taken advantage of, it might as well be by him.
Ryo felt the same way, but her thought was: Can I join in?
With her massive debts, Ryo was getting desperate. Her game royalties might not be enough. If she became a kept woman, would she still have to pay him back? She could even ask him for money for more gear! Plus, she actually liked Rin. He'd helped with their songs and protected her from debt collectors.
Besides, she had a bit of a rebellious streak. Her parents thought being in a band led to "groupies and orgies"... so why not just try it?
Ryo looked at Nijika and Kita. "You two put your clothes on. This is my job. Bocchi and I will handle this!"
Rin's Room
Sagiri: [You can come in now!]
Rin was currently asking Orie if she knew anyone who could make Sengoku armor. When the message arrived, he told Orie he had to go. He hadn't expected much from Mashiro and Sagiri's "modeling" session. He figured they might get Bocchi to do something, but Kita would be a hard sell.
How did they convince them?
He walked into Mashiro's room and was stunned.
Though blushing furiously, Kita and Nijika were back in their uniforms. But Ryo was sitting there, completely covered in white slime. Her face, her flat chest, and her crotch were all coated in a thick layer that was beginning to dry and get tacky.
"You guys..." Rin acted surprised. "Why did you call me?"
Mashiro pointed at Ryo. "She doesn't believe you can produce this much. Prove it to her."