"I never imagined you and those two had that kind of relationship. Man, I'm jealous. My ex dumped me just because I said two words to another girl."
"Kaede-san actually doesn't get jealous of her own sister. What a legendary big sister."
Watching Rin Ito holding a beautiful girl on each arm, the delinquents were so envious they wanted to kill him and take his place.
On the surface, they kept their cool, only letting out snide, passive-aggressive remarks.
After all, half the girls here were Karen Okiura's classmates.
If they tried anything forceful and word got back to Karen, they'd be finished.
Sumire Enase was also stunned; she never expected the righteous Kaede—who always stood up to Karen in the student council—to share a boyfriend with her sister in private.
But... this was actually better.
Sumire wanted to see them fall into depravity; the others just wanted to fuck them, they didn't care about their "hearts."
The fact that they shared a bed meant they already had a high tolerance for degenerate parties, making them easier to seduce.
If Rin Ito was a cheating playboy, why should Kaede and Suzu stay faithful to him?
If Suzu had mind-reading powers, she would have burst out laughing.
High tolerance for parties? That was an understatement. They were likely more experienced than the delinquents themselves.
As for his "infidelity"... Suzu couldn't even think about it without wanting to giggle.
Since they couldn't break through Rin's group, they shifted their focus to Akiho.
For the others, especially Suzune and Sayu, their questions remained respectful.
According to Sumire, Suzune, Sayu, and Saki were socially anxious; pushing them too hard would scare them off.
Without using force, if they got spooked and ran, the plan would fail.
As for Momoko... she was cheerful enough that they could get away with more suggestive jokes.
After a few rounds of Truth or Dare, the ice was broken, and it was time for free-form karaoke.
Sumire's plan moved to Phase Two: Deepening the Bond.
However, Sumire had overestimated the delinquents' flirting skills and underestimated the girls' social anxiety.
Saki Yoshida might have transformed her looks with Kaede's help, but a personality doesn't flip like a switch.
When the strange athletes tried to hit on them, the girls only gave short, awkward responses before huddling together in the corner of the sofa, barely speaking.
Sumire had originally planned to seduce Akiho herself and leave Rin to Hikaru, but the current situation forced her to stay with Suzune and the others, leaving Akiho to Hikaru.
Momoko was chatting and laughing, but she kept getting up to pick songs at the terminal.
Kaede and Suzu had made it clear they were both Rin's girlfriends.
The guys couldn't move in on them yet, especially since Kaede kept dragging Suzu up to sing duets.
Left with no choice, the delinquents crowded around Rin instead.
Particularly Kumagai and Hayato—they were fascinated by how the "upright" Kaede was willing to share her man with her sister.
More importantly, they wanted to know how Rin Ito had pulled it off.
A mixer is supposed to be about men and women chatting, but the room had dissolved into a bizarre scene.
Kaede, Suzu, and Momoko took turns with the mic.
Two of Karen's lackeys and the four athletes were huddled around Rin.
Hikaru was leaning in on Akiho, while Sumire babysat the three wallflowers.
"You're a god... at school, Kaede-san doesn't give a damn about anyone. How did you tame her and Suzu-san?"
"I've played with twins before, but that was strictly pay-to-play. How did you get them to genuinely love you like this?"
While Kaede and Suzu were singing, the guys crowded Rin, offering him a cigarette and eagerly flicking their lighters to light it for him.
Rin didn't usually smoke or drink, but he wasn't incapable.
With his System Daughter on guard, he wasn't afraid of them lacing the tobacco with anything.
"Want to know the secret?" Rin let out a wicked grin after a long drag, seeing them all nod like puppies.
"The most important thing is having a 'specialty'!"
"A specialty? Like what?" Kumagai asked, leaning in.
Rin didn't answer with words; he simply looked down at Kumagai's crotch.
"If your 'specialty' is enough to fuck a woman until she can't physically leave the bed, she won't mind if you find more girls to help her out."
Hiss...
A chorus of sharp inhales filled the air around Rin.
They were men; they knew the biological reality.
Only children think "I want them all"; adults know the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
How much "specialty" did it take to make a girl beg her boyfriend to find other women to take the load?
And it wasn't just about length.
Even if you saved up for weeks, you'd be shooting blanks after a few rounds.
Satisfying one woman is easy; satisfying two until they surrender is a Herculean task.
You can use pills for a party once in a while, but doing it long-term would wreck your health.
Seeing their doubt, Rin continued his lewd storytelling.
"Have you ever heard of Kung Fu? Similar to the stuff in the movies."
When he said "Kung Fu," Rin used the standard Chinese pronunciation, which they recognized.
"Movies? You can train that place with Kung Fu?"
"That's just movie magic. There's no way real Kung Fu exists for your dick."
"If you don't want to tell us, just say so. Don't treat us like idiots."
Rin didn't have physical Kung Fu, but as a content creator, his storytelling "Kung Fu" was elite.
"Tch, tch... movies are PG. They won't show the real stuff. I have a technique specifically for training 'the dragon.' Of course, I do the movie-style training too."
Rin lifted his arm. It wasn't skinny, but it didn't have the bulk of the athletes.
There were no visible signs of intense training.
"Try to bend my arm. You'll see."
One athlete, refusing to believe it, scoffed and grabbed Rin's forearm.
"Hmph... this is it? I'm gonna— wait, what?"
He strained with all his might, but Rin's arm didn't budge a millimeter.
Seeing him struggle, Rin invited a second athlete to join.
The result was the same.
They believed him now.
"Want to learn? It's simple. Ever seen a monk ring a temple bell? You use a wooden ram like that... of course, you don't start with the bell. First, you find a tree of the right thickness and you thrust your hips into it. When you can snap the tree trunk with your waist, you've reached the 'entry level'."
"That's only entry level?"
"Hmph... exactly," Rin lied through his teeth. "Phase Two involves having someone hit you with that same thick wooden ram. When you can stand as solid as a mountain against the impact, you move to Phase Three."
"Phase Three is the actual bell. But instead of the ram hitting you, you thrust your hips into the ram! When you can strike the wood hard enough to ring the temple bell, fucking a girl is like breathing."
"Still don't believe me?" Rin grabbed a heavy glass ashtray from the table and slammed it ruthlessly against his own crotch.
Wham!
Kumagai and the others winced, clutching their own laps in phantom pain as they sucked in cold air.
It definitely hurt Rin, but only a little.
For a normal man, that strike would have ended his bloodline.
"Anyone else want to try?"
Seeing them shake their heads frantically, Rin smiled and took another drag of the cigarette.
"The bell-striking is just for hardness. There's also the 'Extra Length' Kung Fu... you tie a rope around it, and tie an empty water bottle to the other end."
"You start with an empty bottle and gradually add weights. Once it's full, you switch to a car tire... you're athletes, you've seen resistance training, right?"
Seen it? They lived it.
But tied to that place...?
It was unbelievable, but the proof of his physical strength was sitting right in front of them. They had no choice but to believe.
"Go home and practice my method. Don't rush; increase the difficulty slowly. Even if you don't reach my level, it'll boost your performance significantly."
Train away, boys. One session of that and you'll be too crippled to speak.
While Rin was dispensing his "secret arts," the girl named Hikaru, who had been sitting on Rin's left, slid over to Akiho.
He leaned his body against Akiho's side and brought his lips to the boy's cheek.
"I'm sorry. Their questions earlier were a bit much, weren't they?"
"I-It's fine!!!! Y-You're too close!!!"
Akiho, who had never had such intimate contact with a girl, froze as the "beauty's" fragrant breath hit his ear.
The soft sensation pressing against his arm made his entire spine go rigid.
He stared straight ahead, too terrified to move a muscle.
Heh... virgin.
If I can't handle Rin Ito, I can certainly handle you.
"The music is so loud, I can't hear you unless I'm close..."
Hikaru pressed even closer, the soft pressure on Akiho's arm becoming unmistakable. Akiho was paralyzed with tension.
Hikaru was a boy, but the "breasts" on his chest weren't fake—they were high-quality silicone inserts. And he himself swung both ways.
"You said you don't have a girlfriend, right? You're so handsome, why haven't you tried dating?"
"I... I..."
He could summon the courage to talk to Rin, but in front of a "girl" like Hikaru, he was helpless.
"Is it... a physical problem?"
"!!!!"
Hikaru's probe hit the mark. Seeing Akiho's reaction, Hikaru knew he was right.
For a girl, it might be a dealbreaker. But for Hikaru? It was perfect!
"It's okay. Being small is actually quite cute~ you'll find the right girl for you eventually~"
Hikaru whispered comfortingly into his ear. After a long pause, Akiho managed to squeeze out a few words.
"I-It's... n-not that I'm small." Akiho's face was as red as a beet.
Male physical problems usually fell into three categories: short, fast, or non-functional.
Total impotence was rare for a high schooler.
"If you aren't small... then you must be 'fast'~" Hikaru's eyes glinted with mischief.
"I know some training methods for that. Let's go to the restroom; I'll teach you~"
Hikaru dragged the stuttering Akiho out of the room without giving him a choice, exactly as Sumire had planned.
The plan was halfway there. If Akiho and Rin were both gone, they'd be free to act.
But with Rin still there, they had to stay on their best behavior.
Kaede, mic in hand, noticed Akiho leaving with Hikaru.
She knew via the system that Hikaru was a boy, but she had no proof, and Hikaru's performance was flawless.
If she told the others Hikaru was a boy, they'd just think she was a jealous girlfriend trying to smear a pretty girl.
Kaede glanced at the closing door.
I can only pray that Akiho comes back with his dignity intact.