"Idiot! Pervert! Demonic manga artist!"
Hearing Rin say they needed more rounds, Juju practically exploded. He isn't the one being used, so of course he says it's easy!
A few more rounds and she'd probably lose her mind!
"It's all for Shinju's confidence."
"...F-fine. There's no other way then." Juju looked away guiltily, twirling a lock of hair. "At most, two more times! For Shinju's sake... I'll do it. Two times, that's it!"
"No problem."
Rin agreed instantly. Once he finished the blindfold play twice, he could always move on to a different fetish.
"Lie back down and play dead. I'll let you out once Shinju leaves."
After posing Juju, Rin went out to help Shinju finish cleaning up. There wasn't time to clear out the "cream puffs" inside her, so he just cleaned her face and legs. He gave her a small plug to keep everything in before sending her home.
Once Shinju was in the hotel car, Rin returned to the room. Juju, having cleared out her "fillings," was already in the shower.
Rin sat on the clean sofa and pulled out his phone.
Rin: [Sakiko's old bandmates should have a live show reservation at Ring.]
Rin: [Find a way to bump them up the queue. Aim for four or five days from now.]
Rin: [I'll make sure they invite Sakiko to watch.]
Karen: [Consider it done.]
After handling Karen, Rin messaged Mutsumi. He told her that Tomori or Soyo would soon ask her to invite Sakiko, and he instructed her to agree.
As Rin finished his arrangements, Juju emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair. Seeing the sofa stained with her fluids and urine, she casually tossed a towel over the mess.
"Did Shinju leave?"
"Yeah. The hotel driver took her. I'll drive you back in a bit."
"Okay."
Juju shed her robe and reached for her lingerie and dress, but Rin stopped her.
He smilingly handed her the chastity belt.
"???" Juju's lip twitched. "Haven't I been developed enough for you to get inside? Even those tentacle toys fit now! I don't want to wear this thing anymore!"
The electric shocks felt good, sure, but the device was terrifying. It vibrated when she answered questions in class, when she ran in P.E., and even during dinner at home!
Her thighs hadn't been dry for a week; she felt perpetually soaked. Her "weak point," which used to be hidden and safe, now felt swollen and impossible to retract!
Even walking caused friction!
"The tail is optional for now, but the belt stays on." Rin put on a serious face. "Understand, this isn't for your training. This is for Shinju's sake!"
"Liar!"
Juju made a face. Who would believe him!?
"This is to ensure that next time, you truly feel like a 'pathetic zako' sister. You need to remain abstinent until then. That way, your reaction will be even more pathetic, helping Shinju realize her 'Perfect Sister' is just a normal, horny girl."
"..."
Though Juju knew Rin just wanted to keep her locked up, she couldn't argue when he used Shinju as a shield. She could only grit her teeth and buckle the belt under Rin's watchful eyes.
In truth, the system-grade gear featured "Climax Control." Once enabled, she could never reach the peak even if she tried.
Kaede had put Suzune and Saki in similar belts for their training. Even Ichika and Marin, as members of the "Cuckold Alliance," wore them. Under Kaede's control, they could get infinitely close to the edge, but never cross it.
Rin hadn't enabled that for Juju yet, but not out of mercy.
Juju was used to reaching the limit several times a day now. With the plug gone, she couldn't rely on the belt to get off.
And with her most sensitive spots locked away, she couldn't perform any "self-maintenance"—either in the front or the back.
The only things she could reach were the two small, cute points on her chest.
Since he hadn't focused on those for the last two weeks, he'd let her handle them herself... By the time the next session arrived, her entire body would be a hair-trigger of sensitivity. She would truly become a "Pathetic Zako Sister"!
Karen moved fast.
Before Rin could even drop Juju home, the phone in Tomori's bag began to ring.
"Hello, Miss Tomori Takamatsu? This is Ring. Regarding your previous reservation... Yes, a slot just opened up for next Thursday due to a cancellation. Would you like it?"
"Yes! Yes, absolutely!"
Still at Starry, Tomori agreed immediately. She hung up and grabbed Taki and Rana, dragging them toward the rehearsal room where Soyo and Anon were still studying with Ryo.
After the "on-stage leakage" event, they hadn't left yet.
Nijika, prepared from previous experiences, had a stash of disposable underwear and socks. They had come in handy once again!
Bursting into the room, Tomori spoke faster than she ever had in her life.
"I... I... I got a call from Ring! They said there's a slot next Thursday. I already said yes!"
"WHAT!? That's only five days away!?" Anon was horrified. "I... I'm still a total amateur on guitar. No way, that's too soon!"
"I... I agree." Even Taki was panicking. "I haven't finished the arrangements. I haven't even finished converting Sakiko's keyboard parts for the guitar."
"It doesn't matter!"
Tomori shook her head, grabbing Anon's hand with one and Taki's with the other.
"I... our performance isn't for an audience. It's for Sakiko-chan. I want her to feel at peace... to know that we are okay and that we can still be a band together even without her."
"Exactly," Soyo smiled. "Don't worry, Anon. Technique isn't the priority here. It's the emotion we want to convey."
"Eh... I wanted my first live to be perfect... but if we're going on stage, I'll practice as hard as I can."
"I..." Taki sighed. Since Tomori was this determined, she could only do her best to fix the sheet music.
Rana didn't care either way. Give her the music, and she could play it after one look.
Taki was more worried about Tomori than Anon. Soyo said technique didn't matter, but...
Tomori's "emotion" required her to sing. Can she actually make a sound this time?
Taki was terrified she'd freeze up. She wanted to ask, but didn't want to embarrass Tomori in front of Ryo. A vocalist who can't sing is the ultimate humiliation.
When the group prepared to resume practice, Taki pulled Tomori aside.
"Tomori... are you... are you really okay? Do you want to push it back?"
"I'm fine. I'm... I'm definitely fine." Tomori took a deep breath, a faint pink blush coloring her cheeks. "I believe in Bocchi and Mr. Rin."
"...Mmm?"
Taki's internal alarm went off.
Believing in Bocchi was one thing—the girl used to play in a mango box and now performed on stage—but Rin Ito?
Why do you believe in HIM?
"What does he have to do with this? Why do you trust him, Tomori?"
"I..." Tomori's lips trembled. She took several deep breaths, hesitated, and then whispered cautiously. "Bocchi-chan said the most important thing is... is... to be filled by him before going on stage!"
"???"
Taki didn't know what face to make. Being filled by him makes you sing better? What kind of logic is that!?
"Bocchi-chan said... she said being filled... makes your stomach feel warm. And... when you're on stage... it feels like he's right there with you."
"That way... you aren't alone... and... and... you find your courage."
"That's impossible!" Taki grabbed Tomori's shoulders and shook her. "How could that ridiculous nonsense be true!?"
"I... I want to try." Tomori bit her lip. "No matter what, I have to try... I must reach Sakiko through my voice."
Sakiko, Sakiko, Sakiko, Sakiko... why is it ALWAYS Sakiko!!
Taki knew Sakiko was charismatic, but for a person who abandoned them... was it really worth Tomori going this far!?
Taki frowned, her face dark with inner conflict. Finally, she sighed.
"Fine... I'm going with you!"