Guh...
Seeing no escape, Rita could only resign to her fate.
Draw, then.
Once I'm done drawing, he and Mashiro should let me off the hook for now, right?
Even if we're going to do erotic things, it has to wait until he and Nanami break up!
Even though I've gone through the 'mysterious inner event', the conditions for unlocking the special CG haven't been met yet... at least not until he and Nanami break up!
It's all his fault! He turned Mashiro, who only knew how to draw, into a lewd girl!
Judging from their proficiency, this probably isn't their first time doing erotic things here, but even if I have to draw, it shouldn't be in the living room of his childhood friend's house, right?
"How about we go back to the room to draw?" Rita suggested cautiously, terrified that if she said the wrong thing, she'd go from the one drawing to the one being drawn.
Mashiro didn't refuse.
Actually, she had no intention of letting Rin Ito eat Rita right now. If she let Rita do some erotic things first, Rita would naturally join the parties later.
That's how Nanami started too. First, she made her act as a model, then slowly dragged her down until it became like this.
Putting their uniforms back on and returning to the room, Mashiro proactively set up the easel and brushes for Rita.
"What pose do you want us to do, Rita?"
"I..." Rita really wanted to say she didn't want to draw, but looking at Mashiro's expectant gaze, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. Besides... a faint expectation stirred in Rita's heart to see the usually expressionless Mashiro make a broken expression like a doujinshi heroine.
"Any pose is fine. You guys decide."
"What pose do you want, Mashiro?" Rin Ito looked at Mashiro. Since she was so eager to drag Rita down with them, he'd let her decide.
Rita's eyes darted around, her cheeks flushed. Mashiro made her decision after a brief moment of thought.
She picked up a pen and sketched out a rough pose on the drawing board with a few strokes. Then, she took out two boxes of small toys from a drawer in the wardrobe.
Two boxes!
Looking at the dazzling array of various small toys inside, the corners of Rita's mouth twitched... Why does she have everything!?
Those vibrating wands are one thing; she brought one out before when she asked me to masturbate for her. Maybe because I was still a virgin and only rubbed the outside, Mashiro only took out one.
But now, it seems she's taken them all out.
How do you use this large syringe without a needle? And what is this transparent, duck-bill-like thing for? Where is this scary-looking, serrated clip supposed to go!?
Rita's experience with doujinshi was limited; she had only read some of Rin Ito's works after arriving here.
Rin Ito's doujinshi mostly featured light-core vanilla training, which rarely required these items. If she had read Eriri's works, she would have recognized quite a few.
It was Rita's first time seeing so many things. According to Mashiro, these were all props used for reference when drawing manga.
Since they were for reference... as Mashiro's models, Nanami and Rin Ito had definitely used them in front of her. Mashiro might have even used them herself. Rita was somewhat curious about how exactly these things were used.
However, Mashiro just set them aside without using them. After stripping Rin Ito of all his clothes to reveal his lean, muscular body, Mashiro took off her own uniform.
Mashiro, who rarely went outside, had exceptionally fair skin. Below her delicate collarbones and slender waist, her perky breasts fit perfectly in one hand. Their crimson peaks were already swollen with anticipation. Her straight legs were just right—neither too thin nor overly full.
Coupled with her mostly expressionless face, she looked exactly like a delicate porcelain doll.
However, compared to Mashiro's body, which she was already used to seeing, Rita's gaze locked onto Rin Ito like an aimbot. She instinctively compared him to statues she had seen before and the doujinshi she had recently read.
Statues were intentionally sculpted small to emphasize reason over base desires, while doujinshi exaggerated the size for visual impact. A normal person should fall somewhere in between, not too exaggerated.
After all, a normal woman's depth when aroused is about 14 centimeters on average, let alone a petite girl like Mashiro.
But... this isn't right!
This length isn't right!?
Like Mashiro, Rita was a painter. Although she didn't have Mashiro's photographic memory to recall every single fold, she was highly sensitive to distance and length.
He hasn't even gotten hard yet, how is he already the size of a normal man!?
The last time she peeked, Rita only saw the part that hadn't entered Mashiro's body, so she had no concept of the part inside.
But now... why is it completely different from what he said before!?
Under Rita's gaze, Mashiro knelt in front of Rin Ito, tilted her head back, and rested his member against her face. Then, she extended her soft pink tongue and began licking from the very base, where the scent was strongest. As her tongue swept over, she took deep breaths, seemingly intoxicated by the scent.
Mashiro was already used to this, but Rita was dumbfounded.
That Mashiro... the Mashiro who ruthlessly snatched away the dreams of everyone in the art studio...
Is actually serving him with such a lewd pose and actions...
If those people whose dreams were crushed by Mashiro saw this, it wouldn't just be their dreams; their hope to keep living would be destroyed.
Gulp...
Rita instinctively swallowed, her heart pounding wildly... Now I understand why Rin Ito could walk out from the shadow of Mashiro's talent so quickly.
If Mashiro licked me while showing an intoxicated expression, I wouldn't have any psychological trauma either!
"Mmh... squelch, squelch... slurp~"
Under Rita's watchful eyes, Mashiro didn't miss a single inch. She even left her saliva on the fuzzy, sea-urchin-like areas.
Only after thoroughly arousing Rin Ito did Mashiro stop. She turned her face and looked toward Rita, her face slick with her own saliva.
Although Mashiro still wore no expression, seeing an aloof, emotionless girl doing such lewd things somehow made it look even more erotic.
"Not ready yet, wait a moment, Rita."
"Ah... oh."
Rita snapped back to reality and nodded repeatedly. Only then did her attention shift from Mashiro's face to Rin Ito... Isn't this exactly like in the doujinshi!?
When she peeked before, Rita couldn't see the part inside Mashiro, so she wasn't that shocked. But now... so much for doujinshi being exaggerated, he looks just like the ones in the doujinshi!
Is Mashiro really okay with this size?
Will she really not break!?
Under Rita's astonished gaze, Mashiro had Rin Ito sit on the edge of the bed.
What is Mashiro going to do?
Rita was somewhat confused.
Then, under Rita's puzzled gaze, Mashiro slightly adjusted her posture.
And then...
Mashiro deeply lowered her head.
"Mmph-guh-urk!!!"