"What's the big deal? Right now, Eriri and I are practically one."
"One… one?!"
Eriri jolted, startled.
For a fleeting moment, she thought, I'm becoming one with Kagura.
"Why're you reacting like that?"
Kagura shook his left arm, prompting Eriri to mutter, "Damn it… with that egg inside, everything he says sounds so lewd…"
The trio entered the elevator side by side. Both women beside Kagura were secretly aroused, their intimate areas slick, yet he remained oblivious.
Unlike a man's erection, a woman's arousal was far less detectable through clothing.
Eriri and Yukino exchanged glances, sensing an odd mutual understanding.
Eriri: Something's off with Yukino today… Her breathing, her eyes—they're strangely seductive.
Yukino: Eriri-san seems different tonight, not her usual self. Is it my imagination…?
The ride to the top floor was brief. The doors parted, revealing a heavy white door with gold trim, flanked by two male attendants who opened it for them.
A dimly lit bar greeted them, its walls replaced by tempered glass, offering a glimpse of the starry dome above and the hazy, distant cityscape through floor-to-ceiling windows. The far side was shrouded in darkness—undoubtedly the sea south of Chiba.
Near the bar, angled from the entrance, a Caucasian female pianist played Chopin. Kagura recognized her; he'd once coached her technique.
He glanced at Yukino, subtly raising his right arm. She nodded knowingly, her delicate fingers gracefully linking with his.
Eriri let out a faint, disgruntled hum.
Kagura instantly spotted Kawasaki behind the long bar, meticulously polishing glasses. She exuded none of a student's immaturity. Tall and statuesque, she surpassed even Yukino in heels, and as for Eriri…
Well, Eriri's petite frame was cuter, heels or not.
"That's her."
Kagura nodded toward Kawasaki, guiding Yukino and Eriri.
They sat together at the bar. Kawasaki recognized them immediately, exhaling softly as she set down a glass, asking in a professional tone, "What can I get for you three?"
She emphasized "you" sharply.
"A Perrier, please."
Yukino spoke first.
"I'll have a hibiscus beauty tea. Kagura… ahem, big brother, what do you want?"
Eriri nearly blurted "a glass of love juice."
Thankfully, she caught herself. Her mind was consumed with lustful thoughts, thanks to the egg.
"Just a simple lemonade."
"Noted…" Kawasaki turned to prepare their drinks, muttering, "First the teacher, then Zeamura, now all three of you? Can't I get a moment's peace?"
"Kawasaki-san, your lie about your age to work here has been exposed."
Kagura cut straight to the point.
Yukino glanced at him, surprised. Neither was certain of Kawasaki's true age—Kagura was bluffing.
Kawasaki's arm stiffened briefly. Sighing, she resumed pouring, saying, "Never a moment's rest… Fine, if I'm fired, I'll find another place."
"Why are you so fixated on late-night work? Wouldn't a regular job suffice?"
Yukino, seeing Kagura's bluff succeed, chimed in.
Eriri stayed silent, discreetly slipping her hand under her skirt to twist the egg's knob.
The vibrations hit her instantly, and she clamped her thighs together.
Smack! Kawasaki set Yukino's Perrier on the counter with a hint of irritation, preparing Kagura's and Eriri's drinks. "Someone like you, born with everything, could never understand my problems. Want me to quit? Fine—can you pay me to?"
"…" Yukino bristled, glancing at Kagura, who remained relaxed, stroking his lip as he studied Kawasaki's deft movements. "May I ask something first? Kawasaki-san, why are you working so hard?"
"Hah—? Stay out of my business. A rich kid like you just loves laughing at poor folks like me, right? Hearing my reasons makes you happy, doesn't it?"
"Kawasaki-san…" Eriri, unable to hold back, gripped the counter's edge, enduring the pleasure. "My brother's asking politely. Even if you don't want to answer, there's no need to be so rude. I find you discourteous."
"So…" Kawasaki turned, slamming Eriri's hibiscus tea down, staring coldly. "My words too harsh? Let's stay out of each other's way. You don't bother me, I don't bother you. We commoners talk like this. If it's too much, the door's there—don't let it hit you."
"Tch… You—" Eriri started to retort, but Kagura tapped her waist. She covered her mouth, glaring at him, though he focused on Kawasaki. "Share your reasons, and I might offer you a suitable job."
"What job?" Kawasaki poured Kagura's lemonade, garnishing it with a lemon slice and straw, setting it down with a chilly tone. "Groveling as your maid?"
"Wow, I didn't even say it, and you guessed?"
"I'm clumsy. I can't serve a pampered young master like you. Maid? Pass."
"Work hours are Friday evenings to Monday mornings. Not continuous, of course—you'll have ample rest. Monthly salary: 300,000 yen." Kagura snapped his fingers, suppressing a grin. "But I need your reasons first to decide if I'll hire you."
"…300,000? Friday evenings to Monday mornings?"
Kawasaki blinked, stunned, confirming again.
Her bartending job here paid 1,350 yen per hour, plus a 25% night-shift bonus. Six hours a day, eight days off a month, earned her just over 20,000 yen.
"Exactly. It's light work. My current butler's… problematic, so I'm hiring another. Duties are simple: follow my instructions when called—serve tea, hand towels, that sort. Otherwise, you're free, maybe tidying rooms occasionally."
Eriri, listening, wanted to snap, You're hiring her? but the egg's vibrations silenced her.
"You… you're not joking?"
Kawasaki stammered, shaken.
"Do I look like I'm joking? 300,000's nothing. I can sign a contract if you're worried."
"No… that job sounds too easy. Are your maids…?"
"Kawasaki-san, baseless accusations are unbecoming."
Yukino, catching her implication, sipped her Perrier calmly.
"…I wasn't talking to you."
"Then did you know this Okura Hotel is Zeamura-kun's family business?" Yukino smiled, gesturing lightly. "If I were you, I'd jump at his offer. You'd be home with family, attending classes, studying for university, working only weekends. What's not to love?"
Though Yukino hadn't expected Kagura's approach, it was better than no solution.
"So, if you want the job, I need your reason for working late nights. And… don't lie."
Kagura propped his chin, tapping the counter with his left fingers, studying her confidently.
"It's… just…" Kawasaki clutched her bartender vest's hem, head lowered, mumbling, "I just want to attend university… saving for tuition. My family has many kids. My brother's in his third year, taking cram school for a good high school… Just poor people's troubles. Laugh if you want…"
"No one's laughing," Kagura gestured to Yukino and Eriri. "If that's your reason, I admire you. I might even raise your pay."
"Really?!"
Kawasaki's head snapped up, eyes gleaming.
"Earning your way through school is admirable," Yukino said, smiling with closed eyes. "After hearing this, I think you owe Zeamura-kun a thank you—or an apology, for lying about your age at his family's business."
"Oh… uh… Sorry, and… thanks for the opportunity."
Kawasaki fidgeted with her vest, murmuring shyly.
"Your embarrassment makes me feel like some devil forcing a girl into a contract," Kagura chuckled, winking cheerfully. "So, want the job? If yes, start this Friday evening."
"I… just to clarify, I'd be working for you, not your sister?"
"A sharp-tongued, oversized maid like you? I don't need one!"
Eriri snapped, teeth gritted.
Though Sora could be pricklier, her petite frame was no match for Kawasaki's stature.
"Got it…" Kawasaki nodded, turning to Kagura. "Can I request a contract?"
"Of course. Go change and head home. I've spoken to the manager. Though you've worked less than a week this month, you'll be paid for half a month. How's that?"
"Uh… are you pitying me?"
"Don't overthink it." Kagura reached up, pinching her chin with a sly squint. "I'm generous to those who serve me closely. If you agree to be my personal maid, I'll treat you just as generously."
Over the years, Kagura's gifts to Ai alone exceeded tens of millions of yen, tied to her unique role as his "personal physiology tutor," guiding him through the intricacies of female anatomy.
Kawasaki seemed to choke on her breath but ultimately lowered her head, nodding in silent acceptance.
They quickly exchanged contact details, settled the bill, and left.
Back home, Kagura helped Eriri from the car, noticing her flushed face and lowered gaze. Her gloved hand was damp with sweat, lost in thought. As they approached the steps, she nearly misstepped. Kagura steadied her waist, halting her. "Hold it—you trying to trip?"
"Huh…?" Eriri's body trembled nervously, tiptoeing as she gripped his hand, glancing around frantically. "Oh… n-nothing. Let's go home."
"You're acting so weird today, totally out of it."
Kagura, puzzled, kept his arm around her waist, guiding her up the stairs slowly as her steps faltered.
"Huff… huff…"
Still in heels, Eriri reached the second-floor landing, panting and clinging to Kagura's hand. He frowned, touching her forehead—scorching hot.
She swatted his hand away, voice nasal. "Don't touch my head! What if I stop growing?"
"Uh… I doubt you'll grow anymore. You haven't in six years."
Kagura teased, picturing her fitting perfectly in her old elementary uniform.
"You…"
Eriri opened her mouth to retort but suddenly covered it, swaying as if nauseous, grabbing the railing and clamping her knees together.
At that moment, Kagura heard the system's voice:
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. A bounty has been issued. Choose one to complete or skip:
A: Carry Eriri to her room.
B: Slap Eriri's face.
C: Lift Eriri's skirt."
"Uh…" In the system's void, Kagura rubbed his chin, chuckling. "Guess I'll play a skirt-lifting game with my sister. We've already bumped butts—what's a little skirt flip? I choose C."
His consciousness snapped back. Eriri, recovering, offered her hand for him to escort her to her room.
Kagura reached with his left hand but, at the last second, darted down, fingers hooking her skirt's hem and yanking it up—
Simultaneously, the system responded:
"Thank you for completing the bounty. Rewards: Item [Gush, Girl!] x1, Triple Recovery Potion x1."
"Wait, this item's name is way too vague. Does it make girls gush nonstop?"
Though eager for Eriri's skirt reveal, the item's name intrigued him.
"Not quite. This item globally modifies reality with cognitive adjustment. Upon use, all women in this world will gush copious love juices near their cervix during orgasm, similar in composition to regular fluids but less viscous and near 40°C. This excludes menstruation periods."
Kagura froze.
No effect during periods made sense—some women pleasured themselves then, and gushing blood would be messy.
"Global modification? Sounds… interesting, but what about original gushing?"
"Pre-existing gushing was mostly climax-induced urination mixed with minor Skene's gland fluid. Most women rarely triggered it. This item ensures 100% gushing at orgasm."
"Sounds powerful… So some women could even double-gush?"
"Correct, though such cases will be rare post-item use."
"Fine, let's try it. Seems fun."
"Item used. World modifying… Modification complete."
Reality resumed.
Whoosh—
Eriri's soft skirt flipped up, revealing her slender, tender thighs, framed by intricate lace white thigh-highs and a wine-red, black-edged thong. The sight was breathtaking, but—wait, what was that?
Kagura's sharp eyes caught a pink, elongated controller tucked into her stocking's edge, its cord snaking into her panties.
Thud~
Eriri snapped back, pressing her skirt down, knees buckling as she collapsed onto the landing.
Her face morphed into a round watermelon, eyes stark white with heavy black rims, as if struck by a life-altering blow. Redness crept from her neck, flooding her face entirely.
"Eriri, you…"
"Wah… WAAAH—!"
Before Kagura could finish, Eriri clutched her skirt, sobbing loudly. Her cries were heart-wrenching, tightening her grip on the crumpled hem. The egg still buzzed, mixing her sobs with suggestive moans, arousing Kagura further. Overwhelmed by shame and regret, she stifled her cries, covering her mouth.
Tears streamed, sniffles echoing, but in this mortifying state, Eriri shamefully climaxed for the first time with the egg.
The moment Kagura lifted her skirt replayed in her mind, intensifying her arousal. Her body's floodgates loosened, and with the egg's hum, she gripped Kagura's pant leg with her left hand, right hand muffling her mouth, trembling uncontrollably.
A torrent gushed from her cervix, filling her tight, youthful passage, scalding her with shudders. It forced through her slightly parted slit, soaking the liner in her panties, seeping out to drench her stockings and gown.
Only when her red skirt darkened to crimson did Kagura realize she'd truly climaxed.
Holy—That [Gush, Girl!] item is insane.
It might eliminate "fake orgasms," since gushing was now guaranteed—though that could bruise some egos.
"Uh… this…" Kagura started to apologize, but Eriri, trembling and red-faced, glared through gritted teeth. "Shut up… I don't want your lip-service apology… ugh—!"
She covered her mouth again, unable to resist, releasing his pant leg to clutch her abdomen, gripping her skirt as another wave hit.
More gushing darkened her skirt further.
"Oh, crap."
Sensing trouble, Kagura crouched, casting "Cleanse" on the floor, then hoisted the limp Eriri, patting her rear to cast "Cleanse" on her. Carrying the squirming, flailing girl, he rushed to her art studio, locking the door behind them.
"You… jerk! Pervert! Shameless! Scum! W-Wahhh… If you're dragging me here, at least… at least turn that thing off!"
Eriri wailed, kicking wildly.
"Okay, okay," Kagura soothed, shifting to cradle her like a child. She quieted, and he sat on the sofa, still holding her.
Eriri trembled, the egg's relentless vibrations at work. Clutching her skirt, she glared, red-faced. Kagura, undeterred, pried her hands away and lifted her skirt—
"Eek—!"
She clamped her legs, covering her face in shame.
"Spread your legs—I can't reach!"
"Are you insane?! You know what you're saying?! I'm your sister! No weird stuff!"
"Less talk, open up!"
Kagura smacked her tightly shut knees. She yelped, slowly parting them.
He saw her soaked panties, though her skirt was clean, thanks to "Cleanse." His target was the egg's controller in her stocking.
His fingers slid along her thigh, feeling the sticky warmth. Eriri shivered, goosebumps rising, her legs itching and tingling like an electric shock. Her heels clacked rapidly on the floor.
As his fingers touched the controller, Eriri's left hand left her face, wrapping around his right arm. Her right hand muffled her nose and mouth, clamping his hand between her thighs.
Her heels strained upward, lifting her shoes, calves tensing and spasming, mirroring her convulsing inner walls.
A hot, sticky fluid surged from her panties, coating Kagura's fingers—warm, slightly viscous, its lewd scent filling his nostrils. It was mildly gross yet insanely erotic, his erection proof.
"I… I… ugh… waaah—!"
Post-climax, Eriri wailed helplessly, head thrown back.
To be skirt-flipped and scolded by her own brother, spanked into heightened arousal, and climaxing from it… How mortifying!
Clear, viscous fluid dripped down her thighs onto the sofa. Kagura forced her spasming, rigid legs apart, yanking the controller out and twisting it to OFF.
Eriri calmed, but too ashamed to face him, she raised her right arm over her eyes, slumping left as if to lie down, sobbing.
"I'm taking it out."
Kagura tugged the egg's cord lightly.
"…Mm."
Eriri's response was barely audible.
He pulled gently. Despite her slick, post-climax state, there was notable resistance—partly angle, but also… Damn, Eriri's tight.
The tightest part, the vaginal entrance, held the egg.
"Can't pull it out…" Kagura tugged twice, chuckling wryly. "You do it."
"Just… take it out already and stop talking nonsense! Hurry!"
Eriri whipped her head, twin tails smacking his face.
Kagura sighed, crouching and stroking her knees gently to widen them. His fingers reached her drenched panties' edge, hooking and pulling them aside slightly.
He turned his head, eyes closed, avoiding her exposure.
His left hand gripped the cord, pulling slowly but firmly. He felt her entrance's resistance, but with steady effort, it slid out.
Plop…
The egg, trailing her fluids, landed on her skirt's inner hem. Kagura lifted it, releasing her panties to cover her modesty.
Carefully, he extracted the egg and controller, smoothed her skirt, cast "Cleanse" on the sofa and her now-re-wetted skirt, and placed the sticky items in her hand.
Eriri clutched them, yanking her hand back and hiding them behind her, glaring with a flushed, puffy face.
"What're you glaring at?"
Kagura mimed licking his right fingers, still coated from her gushing. Eriri squealed "Eek—!" scalp tingling, lunging to wipe his hand with her white gloves. The sticky fluid smeared, worsening the mess. Embarrassed, she buried her head lower.
"Forget it, I'll wipe it."
"No! If you do, you'll sneak a lick! I'd be covered in goosebumps!"
Eriri gritted her teeth, pulling him closer to lick his fingers one by one.
"Hiss…"
Her soft, wet tongue gliding over his fingers sent Kagura's head buzzing.
Damn, Eriri's too… too damn erotic.
"Here, get lost!"
Finished, she flung his hand away, kicking his shin with her heel.
"Ow!"
Kagura hopped, clutching his leg. Eriri panicked, asking, "That hurt? You… okay?"
"Fine… just stings."
Instead of leaving, Kagura sat beside her.
The studio reeked of feminine pheromones. His fingers, though licked, still carried the mingled scent of her saliva and fluids, intoxicating him.
If she weren't his sister, he'd have licked and sniffed them himself. But with Eriri, he couldn't.
Silence hung between them.
"Hey…" Eriri, unable to bear it, slapped his thigh. "How long are you sitting here? I told you to leave!"
"Well, I'm worried about you. Fretted all night, thinking you were sick, only to find you secretly getting off with that thing."
Kagura tapped her head twice.
"I… What I do privately is none of your business! Even if I'm… doing that, it's my choice. Stop lecturing me like some big brother. We're twins—you're only older by minutes. If I'd come out first, you'd be calling me sister!"
"Then…" Kagura leaned close, adopting a childish tone. "Eriri-nee~"
"Ugh—!"
A chill shot through Eriri, goosebumps erupting. She shoved him flat on his back.
Rubbing her arms, she watched him laugh half-sprawled. "See? You're better as the little sister."
"Get out! What more do you want?!"
"Well…" Kagura propped his chin, still reclining, guiding her right hand to his bulging crotch. "You should…"
"Responsible my ass! What's in your head?! Last time was a special case as my art assistant. Now you've humiliated me, making me collapse on the stairs—my knees still hurt! Your… state has nothing to do with me! You lifted my skirt! We're grown—I'm 17, and you're still flipping my skirt?! Scum! Beastly brother! Pervert! Shameless! Die, die, die!"
Eriri's rant escalated, standing to whip him with her twin tails.
Kagura grabbed the still-sticky egg and controller from behind her, dangling them. "Under 18, you're not supposed to have this. Who let you buy it?"
"You, you, you…"
Eriri lunged twice to snatch it, but Kagura held it high, out of her reach. Desperate, she collapsed again, clutching her skirt and wailing.
"Sigh…" Kagura sat, handing it back, tilting his head. "You haven't outgrown crying so easily…"
—Makes me want to keep teasing you.
Eriri took it, hiding it under her skirt, sobbing. "You… You never stop bullying me… If I weren't your sister, I'd have cut you off long ago…"
"If you weren't my sister, back on the stairs, I'd have hiked your skirt, bared your ass, pulled your panties aside, and started fucking you right there. No talk."
"Uh…" Eriri's sobs halted. She peeked from behind her hands, glaring softly. "Is that something you say to your sister?"
"Er… Sorry."
"I'm… sorry too," Eriri turned, fidgeting with her ponytail. "For worrying you…"
Kagura smiled, kneeling beside her, pulling her into a tight hug, whispering, "No matter what, you'll always be my sister. As your brother, I'll always love you."
"Ugh—! So sappy! Get out!"
Eriri shivered, pushing him away.
Laughing, Kagura tumbled back, knocking over an easel but sprawling starfish-style, still chuckling. Eriri, embarrassed, grinned, sticking out her tongue with a "Bleh—!"
"No… panty privileges tonight… after that cringey line…"
Eriri nudged his thigh with her heel, carefully holding her skirt.
"Relax, I'm not some beast who loses control over an erection." Kagura exhaled, meeting her gaze. "Next time, do that stuff alone in your room."
"Get out! I don't need a guy lecturing me on this! If you were a sister, I might listen, but you just make it embarrassing!"
Eriri kicked him harder with her pointed heel. Kagura winced but laughed again.
"No laughing!!"
"Hahahaha—!"
"Wah… WAAAH—! You're mocking me… I'm telling Mom…"
Eriri's tears welled again. Kagura scrambled up, coaxing her for a while until she calmed.
Eriri was neurotic, hypersensitive, and quick to cry when teased.
But as her brother, Kagura would always indulge her—within reason.
"Hey, Kagura-nii…"
As he reached the studio door, Eriri called out.
"Hm?"
He paused, not turning.
"I… In the future… Do you think I should marry or stay single?"
Her voice carried a hint of melancholy.
"Hiss… As a brother, hearing my sister talk about this makes me want to seal her future husband in a cement coffin and sink him in Tokyo Bay."
"N-No way! I'm asking you!"
"I… Well, what about you?"
Kagura turned, meeting her now-calm gaze.
"I…" Eriri tapped her index fingers together, pouting. "I think I want to stay single… After learning what men desire, I've lost interest in love. It's all just carnal lust in the end, isn't it?"