The limousine provided by Galaxy Star Productions was sleek, black, and comfortable enough to sleep in. But no one was sleeping.
Run sat in the middle, flanked by Rito and Lala. She was vibrating with nervous energy, clutching Rito's hand so hard her knuckles were white.
"Galaxy Star Productions…" she whispered, staring at the passing city lights. "It's… it's the biggest agency in the sector. They handle the Memorze Top 10."
"And now they handle you!" Lala chirped, leaning over to inspect the mini-fridge.
The car pulled up to a towering glass building in the city center. Ms. Shitori, the sharp-eyed scout, ushered them inside, bypassing security and leading them straight to the VIP floor.
"We don't have time to waste." Ms. Shitori announced, her heels clicking on the marble. "Run-chan, you have the look, the voice, and the pedigree. But an idol needs a debut. We're doing a live promotional shoot and interview in one hour. It will be broadcast on the local networks... and, thanks to our subspace transmitters, to the Memorze Royal Network."
Run gasped. "My… my home planet?"
"Exactly." Shitori said, stopping at a dressing room door. She turned her gaze to Rito. "And you. Yuuki-kun, was it?"
Rito straightened up. "Yes."
"Run-chan's emotional output spikes by 400% when she looks at you." Shitori observed analytically. "You are her muse. Therefore, effective immediately, you are her Temporary Manager. Your job is to keep her morale high."
She tossed a lanyard with a "MANAGER" pass to Rito.
"Run-chan, your costume is inside. Get changed. We're on a tight schedule."
Run nodded, taking the costume bag. She stepped into the dressing room, paused, and then peeked back out, her cheeks pink.
"Manager-san?" she murmured, looking at Rito with hooded eyes. "I… I might need help with the… zipper."
…
The dressing room was brightly lit, lined with mirrors. Run stood in the center, wearing her debut outfit.
It was a masterpiece of To Love Ru idol fashion: a frilly, vibrant two-piece ensemble in her signature green and pink colors. The top was a sleeveless, ruffled bodice that pushed up her cleavage, while the skirt was dangerously short, puffed out with layers of petticoats.
Crucially, the outfit left her midriff completely bare.
Rito stepped inside and locked the door. The moment he turned around, his breath caught.
She looked incredible. But his eyes were immediately drawn to the one detail Ms. Shitori surely hadn't anticipated.
Just above the waistband of her skirt, glowing softly against her pale skin, was the Golden Heart Seal.
Run saw him staring. She didn't cover it. Instead, she stepped closer, placing her hands on her hips, framing the mark.
"Does it… look okay?" she asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Shitori-san said the outfit was 'bold', but… I think it's perfect. Because it lets everyone see… who I belong to."
Rito walked over to her. The sight of the seal, the proof of their night together, displayed so openly, woke up the "honest" desire he'd been suppressing all car ride.
"You look beautiful, Run." he said, his voice low. "And the seal… it makes you look even better."
Run shivered at the compliment. She turned around, lifting her hair. "The zipper… Rito-kun…"
Rito reached out. But instead of zipping it up immediately, his fingers traced the line of her spine, tracing down the elegant line of her back, dipping into the dimples above her ass. Run gasped, leaning into it, her pussy twitched under the skirt like it ached for him. Rito's hands slid around her waist, palms flat on her bare stomach, thumbs circling the glowing seal. It pulsed hotter under his touch, sending a jolt straight to his cock, which swelled to its full glory, having its curved head flaring against his thigh.
"Rito-kun…" Run moaned, leaning back against his chest. "I'm… I'm so nervous. The broadcast… the galaxy… I need… I need energy."
She turned in his arms, pressing herself against him. "Charge me up, Manager-san…~♡"
Rito didn't hesitate. He captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss, crashing his mouth to hers that was all teeth and tongue, devouring her like the star she was about to become. Run melted, arms locking around his neck, nails digging into his scalp as she kissed back with desperate hunger, her tongue sliding against his, tasting of strawberry lip gloss and raw want. Her breasts crushed against his chest, nipples scraping through fabric, hard peaks begging for attention.
It wasn't just a kiss; it was a transfer of confidence and possession. Rito's hands roamed over her exposed skin, claiming her, reminding her, and himself, that no matter how famous she became, this, the seal, the intimacy, the heat, was theirs alone.
His hands roamed south, cupping her ass through the petticoats, squeezing the firm globes hard enough to lift her onto her toes.
Run whimpered into the kiss, grinding her hips forward, the heat of her core rubbing against his bulge. "Rito... more..." she panted, breaking for air, her pink eyes glazed with lust. "I need you inside me... make me shine..."
Rito didn't hesitate. He walked her back against the room, the mirror cool against her ass as he hiked up the skirt. No panties, a bold idol choice, or maybe she was deliberately teasing him.
Her pussy was already slick, lips swollen and glistening, the Golden Heart Seal pulsing in sync with her clit. He dropped to his knees, face level with her heat, and dragged his tongue along her folds in one long, flat lick, tasting her sweet, musky arousal mixed with the faint strawberry from his pre-cum dreams.
Run's knees buckled, a broken moan escaping as she gripped the vanity edge.
"Ahh—Rito! Yes... like that..."
Her thighs clamped around his ears, trembling as he dove in deeper, tongue circling her clit with precise flicks, then plunging inside her tight heat. She was soaking, juices coating his chin, the seal glowing brighter with every lap. Rito's cock throbbed painfully in his pants, leaking steadily now, the scent of her driving him wild.
He stood abruptly, unzipping with one hand while the other pinned her wrists above her head against the mirror.
"You want energy?" he growled, freeing his 9-inch length, curved, veiny, the upward head flushed deep rose and slick with pre-cum.
Run's eyes widened, hungry, as he rubbed the tip along her slit, coating himself in her wetness. "Then take it all."
One thrust and he was buried to the hilt, her walls clenching around him like velvet fire. Run cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.
"Rito—oh god, so big... fill me!"
The wall shook with every snap of his hips, the mirror fogging from their breath, the seal between them pulsing like a second heartbeat.
He fucked her hard and deep, the curve of his cock dragging against her G-spot with every stroke, her breasts bouncing free from the bodice as he ripped the lace aside.
Run's moans echoed off the walls, raw, unfiltered, her nails raking down his back as she came first, walls fluttering, soaking his shaft in her release. "Rito—I'm... cumming—ahh!"
Rito followed seconds later, burying deep and pulsing hot cum inside her, filling her until it leaked down her thighs in creamy trails. They stayed locked, panting, the seal glowing triumphantly as Run's eyes cleared, confidence blooming like a supernova.
She kissed him slow, tasting herself on his lips. "Thank you... Manager-san. I'm ready now. Watch me conquer the stars."
Rito zipped her up with trembling hands, stealing one last kiss. "Go shine, Run. I'll be right here."
The door unlocked. Run stepped out, glowing, literally and figuratively. The galaxy wouldn't know what hit it.
…
The transition from the intimate, musk-filled air of the dressing room to the blinding, sterile brightness of the studio floor was jarring, but Run didn't flinch.
She walked onto the set not like a nervous rookie, but like a queen who had just been crowned. Her skin was flushed a beautiful, natural pink, her eyes were sparkling with a post-coital high that no amount of makeup could replicate, and she seemed to vibrate with the raw energy Rito had just poured into her.
"Three minutes to air!" a stage director shouted, checking his tablet. "Subspace uplinks are green! We are live on Earth, live on Memorze, and relaying to the Central Galactic Hub! Potential viewership is… three hundred billion."
Rito stood just off-stage in the wings, hastily adjusting his own belt and trying to slow his breathing. He watched Run take her mark center stage.
'She's incredible.' he thought, the memory of her heat still clinging to his skin.
Run took a deep breath. She could feel the Golden Heart Seal pulsing warm and steady against her lower stomach, hidden beneath the frills of her skirt but burning like a second sun. It was a secret connection to the boy watching from the shadows.
"And… ACTION!"
Music exploded through the studio, a high-energy, cosmic pop track composed by Lala (who was currently in the lighting booth, hacking the board to add "more sparkles").
Run moved.
She didn't just dance; she flowed. Every movement was precise, energetic, and captivating. Her voice soared, carrying that same raw, powerful longing she had shown in the school courtyard, but amplified by professional audio tech, and the fresh memory of Rito's touch, to a galaxy-shaking level.
Across the universe, screens lit up. On Memorze, citizens stopped in the streets to watch their Princess, stunned by her radiance. On Deviluke, soldiers in the royal barracks paused their training to watch the broadcast. On Earth, Mikan sat in front of the TV, sighing as she caught a glimpse of her brother standing in the wings, looking disheveled and fiercely proud.
When the song ended, Run struck a final pose, her chest heaving, sweat glistening on her cleavage. The studio audience (mostly staff and Lala) erupted.
Ms. Shitori walked onto the stage, microphone in hand, a predatory gleam in her eye.
"Incredible!" Shitori announced to the cameras. "Run-chan, that was a debut for the history books! The galaxy is dying to know… where does a princess find such passion? Who is your inspiration?"
This was the script. Run was supposed to say "My fans" or "The stars".
But Run didn't say that.
She turned, her pink eyes locking onto the wings. She extended a hand, palm open.
"Rito-kun… Manager-san… please come out here."
Rito froze. Shitori, sensing gold, gestured frantically for him to go on. Rito walked onto the stage, blinded by the lights, until Run's hand grabbed his. Her grip was tight, her palm hot.
Run turned to the camera. Her face was flushed, her eyes shining with absolute adoration. She pulled Rito close, hugging his arm to her chest, pressing it right against the spot where the seal lay hidden.
"My inspiration…" she said, her voice ringing clear across three hundred billion screens, "is Yuuki Rito."
She looked up at him, ignoring the cameras, ignoring the galaxy. "He is the man who saved me. He is the man who set me free."
Then, she dropped the bomb.
"He is the fiancé of Princess Lala Satalin Deviluke…" Run smiled, a fierce, possessive, and radiant smile. "And he is my boyfriend."
The silence in the studio was absolute.
But across the galaxy, the reaction was instantaneous.
…
The limousine ride home was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence.
Run was fast asleep, her head resting on Rito's shoulder, her hand still clutching his. She was utterly spent, the adrenaline of the performance and the intensity of the dressing room finally catching up to her. Lala was asleep on his other side, drooling slightly on his sleeve.
Rito looked out the window at the passing stars.
His phone in his pocket had been vibrating non-stop for twenty minutes. Sainan High forums. News alerts. Unknown numbers with galactic area codes.
He knew what he had done. He knew what Run had done.
In the shadows of the studio parking lot, just before they left, Ren had met him. The male twin had looked at Rito, then at the sleeping, smiling Run, and had simply nodded.
"You are a pervert, Yuuki Rito." Ren had said, his voice lacking its usual venom. "But… you make her shine. Take care of her and Lala. Or I will switch places and castrate you."
Rito sighed, shifting slightly so Run could sleep better. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, a reminder of the seal that now bound them.
He had a fiancée who was the Princess of the Galaxy. He had a girlfriend, a "Second Wife", who was now a galactic idol. He had a magical seal of engagement on both of them. And he had declared war on the concept of monogamy in front of the entire universe.
He looked up at the night sky. Somewhere out there, he knew, people were watching. Aliens. Suitors. Assassins. The enemies of Deviluke. The fans of Memorze.
They knew his face now. They knew his name.
'Let them come.' Rito thought, a flicker of his new, honest bravery lighting up his eyes. 'I have to be strong enough to protect them. All of them.'
He squeezed Run's hand.
Volume 3: Idol Crash Arc — END
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