Just two more points until her affection maxed out. Two measly points until the Hedonist System would dispense its reward.
Riku watched Yukigami Nahiro change clothes right in front of him.
His mind churned through possibilities—what would push those final two points over the threshold?
From beyond the wall came the steady rush of running water. The Tachibana sisters were still in the shower.
「You realize the most effective method for raising affection is negative distance. You decide to make your move on Yukigami Nahiro while the Tachibana sisters are occupied with bathing...」
The narrator's voice echoed through his skull once more.
Without hesitation, Riku stepped forward and seized Nahiro's wrist.
"Ah—!"
Her startled cry filled the room as he pulled her toward him. She crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, face flushing a deep scarlet.
All her masks had crumbled away. Here, beside Riku, Nahiro felt genuinely safe for the first time in years.
"Riku... Riku-kun."
Her crossed arms slowly loosened, falling away from her chest.
"Riku-kun, they're showering right now... We shouldn't be doing this while they're—mmph—!"
He kissed her before she could finish.
Riku had seen through her little game completely. What kind of girl lets a red-blooded young man watch her undress unless she wants something to happen? Combined with the tension that had been building between them, and the thrill of the sisters being just one thin wall away...
A delicious sense of forbidden theft wrapped around both their hearts.
Time's limited. Move fast.
His hands found her breasts, palms kneading the soft flesh with urgency.
---
The warmth of skin-on-skin contact made Nahiro whimper involuntarily.
Riku's hand slid lower, and he wasted no time.
Under the overwhelming assault of sensation—compounded by the Shameless Thief skill's effect—Nahiro's thoughts scattered into haze.
As he slowly entered her, Nahiro's fingers clenched the bedsheets in white-knuckled fists. Her body trembled, shaking from head to toe.
Yet throughout it all, she didn't make a sound. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, stifling every cry.
"I'll try to be gentle."
Nahiro gave a small nod.
Riku began to move.
After a few moments of adjustment, the pained expression on Nahiro's face melted away. In its place, a flush of arousal crept across her cheeks, spreading down her neck.
Beneath that flawless body lay an extraordinarily sensitive constitution.
The room filled with ragged breathing. Riku quickened his pace, and Nahiro could only clamp a hand over her own mouth, desperate to keep her moans from reaching the bathroom next door.
Shhhhhhh—the shower water ran on.
Creak, creak, creak—the bed protested beneath them.
"Mmmnph... nnn..."
Nahiro hooked her arms around Riku's neck, her body writhing beneath him of its own accord.
"Riku-kun... s-slower, please..."
Her voice had gone liquid, dripping with honeyed desperation.
That plea had the opposite of its intended effect. Riku's hips drove harder.
"Aahhn—!"
A moan tore free despite her efforts.
---
Inside the bathroom, Tachibana Emi and Tachibana Haru stood beneath the spray.
"Nee-san, I think I heard something weird from the other room..."
"You're imagining things." Haru flicked water at her sister. "And let me make this clear—don't try any of your schemes. We're guests in Riku-kun's home. If you pull any stunts, I'll be the first one smacking you upside the head."
Haru's hand came down lightly on Emi's crown.
Emi made a show of wincing in exaggerated pain.
But her face wore a mischievous grin all the same...
---
Twenty-odd minutes later.
Nahiro sat straddling Riku's lap, utterly spent and surrendered.
Her arms remained looped around his neck as she panted heavily, chest heaving with each labored breath.
After one final shudder rippled through her body, Riku carefully lifted her off and set her down.
Her face still burned crimson. She glanced at the wet floor—and the few drops of vivid red staining the hardwood.
Instant mortification. She tried to push herself upright, wanting to clean up the evidence.
Despite Riku having held back, it was Nahiro's first time. Her legs wobbled uselessly beneath her, refusing to cooperate.
That's when Riku noticed her affection meter had finally broken past 98.
It hit 100.
The Hedonist System's interface materialized before his eyes.
「Yukigami Nahiro capture complete. You have received a reward of 50,000,000 yen.」
「All rewards and rebates come through legitimate channels.」
Ding—
His phone buzzed. A bank notification: 50,000,000 yen deposited.
Fifty million yen.
He'd accumulated this much capital already.
Watching Nahiro fumble around in her flustered state, Riku caught her hand.
"I'll handle it."
---
Tachibana Emi and Tachibana Haru emerged from the bathroom wrapped in towels.
The thin white fabric clung to their figures, accentuating every curve and valley—the swell of their chests, the dip of their waists, the flare of their hips.
Both sisters possessed perfectly proportioned bodies, like characters stepped straight out of a figure collector's dreams.
By now, Riku had finished cleaning up and sat casually in the living room, projecting an air of complete innocence. As though nothing had happened at all.
Thank god those two take forever in the shower.
Any less time and they wouldn't have made it.
He studied the twins as they emerged. True to their identical nature, if neither showed any expression, Riku genuinely couldn't tell who was the elder and who was younger.
Ten-odd minutes later, Nahiro stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of Riku's oversized t-shirts.
Since she only had the one outfit—now tumbling in the wash—Riku made a mental note to take her shopping for clothes tomorrow.
Sitting in the living room, the narrator's voice surfaced in his mind once more:
「You realize the capital in your possession could launch a company. If Yukigami Nahiro serves as your secretary and processes expenditures on your behalf, your rebate earnings will accumulate rapidly. Furthermore, you've identified that entertainment companies burn through cash at an exceptional rate. Those young idol girls always harbor secrets. And as their boss, you would naturally be in a position to...」
That's it.
Start a company.
Riku currently possessed nearly 57 million yen—no small sum by any measure.
An entertainment company, with Nahiro serving as his secretary to handle all incoming and outgoing finances...
Any money that passed through Nahiro's hands would generate rebates. This was the fastest, most logical approach.
Everyone finished bathing.
Given the awkwardness of the sleeping arrangements, Riku resigned himself to the couch in the living room.
"Time to buy a bigger place," he muttered to himself.
Fifty million wasn't nearly enough for proper real estate in this city.
Meanwhile, with Nahiro's affection locked at 100, the Hedonist System had unlocked a special mission branch: he could now earn rebates by spending on any woman whose affection toward him exceeded 50 points.
Though the multiplier dropped to just 5x.
A wistful thought crossed his mind—he almost missed Hirose Yoru.
Her affection sat deep in the negatives. Spending money on her still qualified for that sweet 20x rebate, the highest multiplier available.
Then again, getting Yoru to accept anything from him was a colossal pain in the ass.
The lights clicked off. Riku let his eyes drift closed, ready for a well-earned rest.
In the darkness, a soft sound reached his ears.
The bedroom door handle, turning slowly.
Click... click... click...
The noise was barely a whisper, but Riku caught it.
The door cracked open, just wide enough for a slender figure to slip through.
He kept his eyes narrowed to slits, unable to make out who it was in the pitch black.
Then he felt it—someone crawling up from the foot of the couch, slipping beneath his blanket.
Quiet rustling in the dark.
Who had crept into Riku's bed?