Boom!
Outside the car, fireworks exploded into the night sky.
Inside, the brilliant light reflected off the windows onto Utaha's face. She felt her own body exploding like the pyrotechnics above.
The display drew the attention of every passerby. Even if someone glanced at the parked car—which was vibrating ever so slightly—they couldn't see the exquisite scene hidden within.
Lying in the backseat, Utaha's chest heaved with every greedy, desperate breath. Her glazed eyes instinctively fixed on the bursts of light outside.
She didn't know if it was pure willpower or something else, but after a series of wet plop-plop sounds, she had successfully birthed every single "egg."
"Congratulations~"
"Congratulations, Miss Utaha~"
Rin Ito and Sakurako clapped their hands in mock applause. Utaha let out a breath, relieved that she hadn't ruined Karen's car... at least not too badly.
Even though vibrating eggs were technically "eggs," they were still too small... Maybe in the future, she'd try "birthing" something a bit larger.
"Do you enjoy seeing girls in such a pathetic state that much? You perverted manga artist." Utaha shot a humiliated, venomous glare at Rin.
"I don't see you complaining, Miss Perverted Novelist Kasumi Utako." Rin gave her a playful poke.
"It's your fault I'm like this! Eriri was bad enough, but you even turned Megumi into a pervert... Hmph, you've just been looking for a chance to drag me down with them, haven't you?"
"If you don't want to fall, you'd better start clenching."
Rin's lips curled into a grin. He had made her "lay the eggs" specifically to clear out space for himself.
"...!!!!"
Utaha arched her back, a sound of pure satisfaction escaping her throat. She had been holding back for the entire ride.
The cramped space of the car limited Rin's movements, but the occasional pedestrian glancing toward the tinted windows added the most stimulating element to the play.
Utaha felt lucky the car had excellent soundproofing; if she could hear what people were saying outside, she would have died of shame.
But soon, she had no capacity to worry about that. Her "zako" (weakling) body was easily bullied by Rin until her eyes went blank. Meanwhile, Sakurako, in the driver's seat, had her hand clamped between her own legs as she watched the rearview mirror.
Rin didn't bully Utaha too ruthlessly. Once Sakurako reached her own peak, he stopped.
"Next stop, the stadium."
"Y-yes... Master." Sakurako wiped her hand with a wet wipe before gripping the steering wheel.
The system's recovery buff was in full effect. By the time they reached the stadium, Utaha had mostly recovered her strength.
The stadium was silent at night. After Sakurako found a secluded spot to park, Rin untied Utaha's hands and let her pull on her trench coat.
"W-wait." Utaha grabbed Rin's hand as he reached for the door. "If I go out like this... it'll... it'll leak out."
Before, she was plugged front and back. Now, she was filled to the brim with Rin's "load" and had nothing to keep it inside.
"If you're afraid of leaking, you'd better keep your legs tight."
With those words, Rin opened the door and pulled Utaha out. After whispering a few instructions to Sakurako through the window, Rin scooped Utaha up and, amidst her cry of shock, leaped over the stadium wall.
The old Rin would have struggled to climb that wall alone, but now he could vault it while carrying a grown woman with ease. Utaha, however, was more concerned about something else... she felt a warm trickle hit the ground as they cleared the wall!
The fluid sliding down her thighs made the inside of her loafers feel incredibly squelchy. If she were wearing pantyhose, they would have absorbed some of it, but her bare feet were now slick even between the toes.
"Shh..." Rin held a finger to his lips. "Keep quiet. We don't want to alert the security guards."
Rin led the staggering Utaha into the dark stadium. All traces of the day's event had been cleared away.
But the images were still fresh in Utaha's mind. She could almost hear the fans cheering for her. While she was lost in thought, Rin pulled her into an embrace from behind, his hand sliding beneath her coat.
"Don't... there are cameras."
"Don't worry. They can't see what we're doing from this angle." Rin gripped her delicate flesh through the coat and slowly guided her to the exact spot where the "Lucky Fans" had sat that morning.
Rin didn't know if there were cameras aimed at the floor, but even if there were, his "System Daughter" could easily scramble the feed.
"This is exactly where that boy Tomoya Aki was sitting." Rin smirked, using his fingers to stretch Utaha's body slightly, allowing their combined fluids to slide down her thighs and drip onto the stadium floor.
"Uu..." Utaha let out a pained, short moan. "Pervert... it's... it's going to spill everywhere."
"Let it spill. It'll serve as a message to all your fans—that their precious Kasumi Utako is a pervert who walks around in nothing but a trench coat covered in lewd writing."
Under Rin's persistent teasing, Utaha's legs turned to jelly.
"Stop... please stop....!!!!"
"If you want me to stop... you know the words, right?"
"Pervert..." Utaha bit her lip. She knew exactly what he wanted. She cursed him under her breath, but the words finally began to flow.
Utaha: "Kasumi Utako... Kasumi Utako is a perverted novelist."
Rin: "Mmm? That seems a bit too brief."
Utaha: "Kasumi Utako... is a pervert who gets so much pleasure from being used at her own signing event that she leaks everywhere!!!!!"
Rin's hand moved in perfect sync with her confession, pushing her over the edge the moment she finished. She collapsed into his arms, completely spent.
"Oh my... what a weakling. You've made a mess of the floor. What do you say when you've been bad?" Rin whispered into her ear.
Her mind a fog of bliss, Utaha followed his lead.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being such a weakling. I'm sorry for making a mess on the floor."
"Who is sorry?"
"The perverted novelist Kasumi Utako is sorry for being a pathetic weakling and for ruining the floor with her juices!!!"
Rin's fingers could feel her pulse as she reached a secondary climax just from the humiliation. But Rin didn't want to turn Utaha into a total slave like Eriri.
Her arrogance made the bullying more entertaining; he needed to give her a little dignity back.
As she panted for air, Rin spoke softly.
"The school is funded by Karen's family. I had Sakurako distract the guards and kill the cameras. Eriri and Megumi spent all day picking on you... how about I take you to get some revenge?"
Utaha wanted to say that Rin was the one she wanted revenge on the most, but she knew that was a lost cause... she'd settle for what she could get!
Back at Elf's mansion, Eriri and Megumi were playing video games with Elf and Sagiri—legit games, not the "training" kind.
With Rin gone, even a masochist like Eriri wasn't about to be bullied by the other girls.
"What's taking them so long...? You don't think they got arrested for public exposure, do you?" Eriri asked, her hands busy on the controller.
"Getting caught sounds pretty stimulating, doesn't it?" Megumi glanced at the clock, her eyes flickering with envy.
Seriously... he's so wicked. He knows I have an exposure fetish but didn't invite me. I bet Utaha is being used ruthlessly in that stadium right now.
Megumi was wrong. Rin and Utaha didn't stay at the stadium for long. Once Sakurako gave the signal, they headed to the school.
In the hallways, on the playground, and even on the teacher's podium, they left their marks across the campus. As for the finale...
BZZZZT! BZZZZT!
BZZZZT! BZZZZT!
Just as Megumi and Eriri were getting drowsy over their game, their phones buzzed simultaneously.
Megumi: "Utaha-senpai?"
Eriri: "You too, Megumi?"
The two girls picked up their phones. Sagiri and Elf, hearing Utaha's name, leaned in to see what she had sent.
They had expected photos of Utaha with her eyes rolled back, but instead, they saw two pictures of school desks.
The desks were covered in filth. On one, a large puddle of white liquid that looked like milk... the "drinking" kind.
The other desk was drenched in clear fluid that looked suspiciously like urine.
Why would she send this?
Wait...
NO WAY!!!
The more they looked at the desks, the more familiar they became. Looking at the background of the classroom... THOSE ARE OUR DESKS!