With a satisfied sigh after their lavish dinner, Ichika suddenly rested her head on the table, letting out a soft moan.
"Ugh... Ren-kun... Onee-san... my head is spinning..."
She was feigning intoxication, perfectly imitating the mannerisms of someone affected by wine. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed, and her speech slightly slurred. Her acting was so convincing that Ren was nearly fooled.
However, Ren's extraordinary perception as a Campione easily detected that Ichika's heartbeat remained regular and her breathing was controlled.
(There are no signs of actual alcohol poisoning. So what is Ichika trying to do?) Ren thought to himself, growing more intrigued.
He decided to play along and see how far Ichika would take this charade.
"Are you alright, Ichika-san?" Ren feigned concern.
"I've booked a room in this hotel. Please take Onee-san to the room, okay?" Ichika looked at him with languid eyes.
"Of course."
Ren stood up and helped her to her feet, allowing her to lean on his shoulder. Ichika pretended to be unsteady, swaying as she held her forehead.
They left the restaurant and headed toward the elevator. Coincidentally—or perhaps fate—the elevator was empty, containing only the two of them.
As the door closed, the confined space was filled with the scent of alcohol on Ichika's breath, mingling with her perfume and a slight hint of sweat.
To Ren, the aroma was like an enticing pheromone, tempting his primal instincts.
As a man with considerable lust, Ren couldn't deny that his body was beginning to react. A hot sensation started to gather in his lower body, and a large bulge began to form behind his trousers.
"....?!?!"
Still acting drunk, Ichika accidentally—or intentionally—glanced in that direction. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and in her heart, a silent scream echoed.
(Oh my god! That is huge!)
Her heart was pounding, not because of her acting.
(How big is that? It looks like it belongs to a black porn star in a video I secretly watched!)
Her mind immediately flashed to her youngest sister, Itsuki.
(Itsuki... how could she accept... that size of a 'thing'? Every day? Until she finally got pregnant? I can't imagine it... It turns out, among the five of us, it's not Yotsuba who is the most adult, but Itsuki.)
Then, Ichika unconsciously compared it to the only other male reference she had indirectly seen: Uesugi Fuutarou.
Back in high school, they once accidentally bathed in the same hot spring. At that time, she and her sisters saw Fuutarou's 'thing.'
(Fuutarou-kun... compared to Ren-kun, he's like a small and cute sparrow, but Ren-kun... he's like a stately and... terrifying eagle!)
Ichika felt a pang of guilt for the comparison.
On the other side, Ren was unaware of Ichika's perverse internal turmoil, remaining focused on his role. "Almost there, Ichika-san."
The next moment, the elevator chimed, and the door opened on the 30th floor.
He helped her walk along the luxurious corridor, which was layered with thick carpet, until they arrived at a door.
"This is your room?" Ren asked.
Ichika nodded weakly. "The key... is here."
With a deliberately slow movement, she pulled the key card from her cleavage, intentionally brushing Ren's hand as she handed it over.
(Why do women love to store things in their cleavage?) Ren complained inwardly, while feeling the subtle touch.
He took the card and opened the door. The five-star hotel room unfolded before them.
Spacious and opulent, with marble floors and gold-plated furnishings. A neatly made king-size bed was the focal point, flanked by large panoramic windows showcasing the sparkling Tokyo city lights at night.
"We've arrived."
Ren guided the still 'drunk' Ichika towards the bed. After carefully laying Ichika on the luxurious hotel mattress,
Ren took a step back and pretended to prepare to leave.
"It's late, so I should head home immediately. Good night, Ichika-san."
"Wait a minute!"
Before Ren could fully turn around, Ichika's warm hand grasped his wrist, holding him tightly. The grip was full of determination, unlike that of a truly drunk person.
Ren turned back, looking at her with an questioning expression. "Is there anything else, Ichika-san?"
Ichika was silent for a moment. Biting her lower lip, an internal battle was clearly visible in her eyes. She took a deep breath and decided to jump into an abyss from which she couldn't turn back.
Alcohol would be the perfect scapegoat for tonight. Don't people often act recklessly under the influence of alcohol, only to regret it when their consciousness returns?
With a voice that she tried to make seductive but still sounded shaky. "Hey, Ren-kun... want to do adult things with Onee-san?"
She tried hard to look like an experienced adult woman, a femme fatale who knew what men wanted. But the truth was, she was only good in theory. Her practical experience was absolutely zero!
The proof was that her ears were burning red, betraying the shame she was trying to bury deep down.
Suppressing his desire to immediately pounce on her, Ren instead put on a look of concern.
"Are you sure, Ichika-san? You are not fully conscious right now."
Hearing those words, Ichika felt offended. Was she not attractive enough?
"I've said this much, why are you so shy for a man?" Ichika tried to provoke. "Are you going to run away like a beta protagonist in anime when faced with an invitation like this? You are still a man, aren't you?" Raising her chin, she challenged.
The provocation was like pouring gasoline onto a fire.
"Good." Ren muttered, his voice suddenly becoming deep and dangerous. "Don't regret it when the deed is done."
Unable to tolerate his manhood being questioned, Ren acted immediately. With a swift and decisive movement, he pushed Ichika's body back onto the bed.
"Kyaaa!"
His large body pinned Ichika's more slender one, and before Ichika could react, Ren's lips fiercely covered hers, cutting off any possible protest.
"Mmmph!!!"
Ichika's eyes widened in shock. Although this was not her first kiss in life, this was the first time a man had taken the initiative so dominantly and lustfully.
With his passive personality, Fuutarou almost always let the girls take the first step.
After the initial surprise, Ichika's instincts took over. She closed her eyes, her arms instinctively wrapping around Ren's neck, pulling him closer. They engaged in a deep and passionate kiss.
Ren completely dominated, his tongue skillfully caressing and exploring Ichika's inexperienced mouth.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, Ichika could only follow the rhythm set by Ren, her body trembling from the waves of new sensations washing over her.
The kiss was finally forced to stop when Ichika pushed on Ren's chest, her face flushed red from lack of breath. She gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"Hah... Hah... Hah..." Her breathing was ragged. She looked at him with a new, recognizing gaze. "I... I should have expected this... you are very good at kissing, Ren-kun."
A small smile appeared on Ren's lips.
"We've only just begun, Ichika-san."