The Next Day. Afternoon.
Rin Ito: [Come to the hotel after school.]
Rin messaged Hatsune before classes even ended. In her classroom, Hatsune felt her heart stop. She instinctively shielded her screen and looked around guiltily.
Her hands were shaking. Her breathing hitched.
Is it... is it finally time for him to eat me?
He had been giving her "gifts" for days. Now... was the moment here?
Though she had prepared for this, the reality still terrified her. She took several deep breaths to steady her pulse before unlocking her phone.
Hatsune: [Understood.]
Rin Ito: [Make sure you aren't followed.]
Hatsune couldn't focus on a single word the teacher said for the rest of the day. Her teacher noticed her dazed state but assumed it was "Idol stress" and didn't intervene.
She spent the afternoon in a trance. After school, she went home, showered, changed into an inconspicuous track suit, and put on a mask, sunglasses, and a low-slung cap.
Ensuring no skin was visible and she was unrecognizable, she hailed a taxi to the Okiura hotel.
Reaching the room, she knocked softly.
She held her breath. A moment later, the door opened. Rin Ito—the man she loved and hated in equal measure—appeared.
Hatsune's feelings were a mess.
On one hand, Rin had provided a release for her repressed emotions and helped heal Sakiko's heart. On the other, he was likely about to devour her beloved niece.
As Hatsune stood there in conflict, Rin beckoned her in.
"Come inside."
Rin led her past the living room into the inner chamber. To Hatsune's surprise, he didn't tell her to strip. He walked over to a large, empty wardrobe and pointed.
"Get in."
"Eh? Why?"
Hatsune was bewildered. She had prepared herself to be "eaten," and now she was being stuffed into a closet.
"Don't ask questions. Just be a good girl and I'll treat you well."
Once she was inside, Rin locked the wardrobe door.
This was the same room where he had first eaten Karen and Shion. Karen had modified the closet specifically to let Kaede experience being "Cuckolded."
Even locked, there was a thin viewing slit and a specialized ventilation system. It was a room designed specifically for "Voyeur/Cuckold" play.
"I..." Hatsune didn't get a chance to finish. Rin sealed her in, locked the door, and then stepped out to text Sakiko.
Rin Ito: [You can come in now.]
A few moments later, Sakiko swiped her card and entered. Still in her uniform, her face was already burning as she thought about the "atonement" ahead.
"Hatsune is in the closet... Relax, the soundproofing is top-tier. She can't hear normal talking." Rin smiled. "Take your clothes off. I'm going to dress you up a bit."
Dress me up?
Definitely a perverted costume!
"....Pervert."
Sakiko threw him a look of disgust but obeyed, shedding her uniform.
"Ribbons too."
"???"
Ribbons?
What do ribbons have to do with this?
Confused but submissive, Sakiko undid her hair. Faced with her youthful, bare body, Rin didn't ogle her. Instead, he turned his attention to her discarded clothes, which were still warm from her skin.
From her uniform and lingerie to her shoes, socks, belt, and even her hair ribbons—Rin collected every item meticulously.
"Are... are you going to give my things to Hatsune?"
Under Sakiko's confused gaze, Rin sat on the floor and began folding her uniform, panties, and socks. He arranged them on the carpet around him like a street vendor displaying his wares.
"Phew... that should do it."
Rin stood up and looked at Sakiko. He pulled two small clips with tags attached to them and a marker from the drawer.
"Write 'I'm sorry' or whatever apology you want on these tags. Then, clip them to your nipples. After that, you'll perform a dogeza in the middle of these clothes. If you want to apologize properly, you have to do a proper dogeza. Understand?"
"...."
Does an apology really need to go this far!?
Sakiko wanted to scream, but she followed his orders. She wrote her apologies and then attached the clips to her two tender "cherries."
"Hiss..."
Sakiko sucked in a breath. Her small, sensitive nubs were ruthlessly pinched flat by the clips. She was petite-chested, but not entirely flat, so the clips held firm. Lacking any masochistic tendencies, the sensation was pure, uncomfortable sting.
But... If it was comfortable, how could it be an apology?
Sakiko walked to the center of her discarded clothes and assumed a perfect, submissive dogeza.
The only thing Rin regretted was her petite frame. If it were Karen, he could see a perfect pear-shaped rear inviting a heavy entry from behind.
"Is... is this enough?"
"Perfect!"
SLAP!
Rin's hand landed hard on her rear, leaving a bright red handprint.
"When they arrive, I'll give you a signal. You'll lift your head, show them the tags on your chest, and say your apologies. Then, I'll ruthlessly take your virginity right in front of them. That should satisfy their anger."
Hehehe.
"Oh, and put this blindfold on."
Rin spoke with absolute calm.
Before Sakiko could ask why, Rin masked her eyes and made her kneel in position.
"The tags are one thing, but you need to speak from the heart too... Not just an apology to Mutsumi, but to 'Crychic'. Mutsumi cares about the band too."
Rin used "She" and "Them" throughout his instructions. To Sakiko, "She" was Mutsumi. She didn't realize that Rin was referring to the entire group.
Buried in guilt, Sakiko didn't notice the ambiguity. Her mind was occupied with how she would face Mutsumi.
Rin, meanwhile, pulled out his phone and messaged the group chat.
Rin Ito: [You can come up now. Mutsumi, you can lead. The rest of you, stay silent. Walk quietly.]
Rin Ito: [No matter what you see, don't make a sound.]