But just as Akemi rushed into the room, what she saw was her sister panting on the bed, her face full of satisfaction and confusion, while Ryuji was just lowering her sister's leg.
"Your stamina isn't quite there yet."
Ryuji said lightly, patting Shiho's long leg. Although she had managed to endure for a while, she still couldn't withstand his final, vigorous thrusts and was completely overwhelmed.
But Ryuji also knew that if he hadn't been so excessively forceful towards the end, Shiho wouldn't have been this fragile.
She could have easily lasted another two rounds, but that was clearly impossible now.
Shiho didn't respond; her mind was currently blank. Ryuji, however, paid no mind to that. He was just getting into the mood.
So, after adjusting Shiho's head slightly, he decided to test her throat.
However, Akemi, who had been standing to the side, spoke up.
"Mr. Ryuji! If you still have needs, please let me take care of them!"
As she spoke, she slowly began unbuttoning her clothes, revealing her fair skin and a body slightly more curvaceous than her sister's, presenting it to Ryuji.
"I'm not interested right now."
Ryuji replied casually, stuffing his cock into Shiho's mouth. Shiho, who was gradually regaining her senses, couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Part of it was due to Ryuji's rough handling, and other part was dissatisfaction with him acting without her consent. But as Shiho felt the strangely flavored cock rubbing against the inside of her mouth, making her cheeks bulge slightly, and unceremoniously probing the back of her throat, she subconsciously began what she thought was expected of her.
Ryuji was almost amused by her sudden suction, but his refusal prompted Akemi to walk over, kneel beside her sister's head, and, under Ryuji's interested gaze, tremulously kissed Shiho's lips. Then, as Ryuji partially withdrew, she quickly slipped her own tongue into her sister's mouth, enveloping Ryuji's cock and taking the "food" from her sister's mouth.
The taste of her sister's saliva, the scent of her body, and Ryuji's unique flavor mixed together was somewhat overwhelming for Akemi. Especially when she deliberately pressed Ryuji's cock deep into her throat, the uncomfortable sensation made tears well up in her eyes, making her look increasingly pitiful.
But Ryuji showed no pity. He pressed down on Akemi's head and, while Shiho panted and watched, began rapidly using her sister Akemi's mouth, forcing Akemi to emit strange, muffled sobs and intermittent groans of discomfort.
Gluck!* Gluck!!* Slurp!*
These sounds evoked a strange mix of arousal and sorrow in Shiho. She couldn't help but cover her heart with her hand, feeling very complicated.
Watching the two sisters in their tangled state of mind excited Ryuji even more. He thrust into Akemi's mouth with increased force and issued a command.
"Masturbate for us to see!"
Akemi's body trembled. She didn't fully understand, but she silently unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand into her panties.
Touching a place no one had ever entered before, Akemi felt deeply humiliated and wronged, yet there was also a twisted sense of relief that she was finally able to bear the cost in her sister's place.
Though reluctant, her fingers began to move, stroking her pink clit, sending strange sensations through her.
The feeling of being watched by her sister, combined with the humiliation of being ordered by Ryuji, intensified her senses, making her unable to suppress low moans.
Just then, she felt one of Ryuji's hands release its grip on her head. Glancing from the corner of her eye, she saw Ryuji kneading her sister Shiho's breasts. This made her even more anxious, and her throat involuntarily tightened, as if trying to stop Ryuji from touching her sister.
But the next moment, she saw her sister Shiho actually grab Ryuji's hand and press it firmly against her own breasts. And when Shiho noticed Akemi peeking...
"Pay attention!"
Shiho directly pressed down on the back of her sister's head, forcing her soft cheek firmly against Ryuji's body. Ryuji's cock consequently plunged deep into a part of her throat it had never reached before.
Akemi's throat convulsed instinctively. Ryuji, startled by the sudden action, felt an inexplicable thrill. He was usually careful during oral to avoid causing the girl too much discomfort, but Shiho's action had sent him to a depth he'd never experienced before!
"Mmph...!"
Akemi let out a pained, choked sound. Ryuji felt a wave of tremors and couldn't hold back any longer, cumming inside her throat.
Akemi's head jerked back from Ryuji's body. A stream of white, sticky fluid sprayed from her mouth. As she gasped for air, she choked on the fluid, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, coughing violently. With each cough, more of the white fluid dripped from her lips and was expelled in tiny droplets.
"Cough... Cough..."
She felt miserable, but immediately saw her sister take her place, kneeling before Ryuji, taking hold of his cock and licking it clean.
"Shiho..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her sister. She knew Shiho was doing this for her. Struggling to her feet, she returned to her sister's side. Biting her lip, she extended her tongue and joined her sister's, together cleaning and licking the cock.
Ryuji let out a satisfied sigh. With one hand on each of their heads, he contentedly watched the two sisters' tongues meet at the tip of his member, sweeping across it repeatedly. When he finally couldn't hold back any longer, he stuffed it into Shiho's mouth.
This time was much gentler. Ryuji didn't thrust dangerously as he had with Akemi. Instead, he came onto her tongue, then withdrew from her mouth, rubbed it against her nose and cheek, and finally released the rest onto the waiting, open mouth of Akemi, who was eager to take her sister's place.
The white fluid splashed across her fair face, dripping playfully off her nose. Shiho instinctively reached up to wipe it but nearly got some in her eye, so she gave up and simply watched her sister, whose face was also covered in semen, diligently sucking and cleaning Ryuji's cock with a serious expression. She couldn't help but sigh.
"Really now..."
Seeing her sister in such a debased state, Shiho finally felt a sense of relief.
While forcing her sister to become a sex slave was terrible, it was still better than death. Besides, she was there to share the burden.
Hugging her sister, the exhausted Shiho slowly drifted into sleep.
After finishing cleaning Ryuji's cock, Akemi held her sister and looked at Ryuji's still-erect member, a flicker of fear flashed in her eyes. Though inexperienced, she knew how incredible Ryuji's stamina was.
"C-can we go to another room?" she tentatively asked.
Ryuji shook his head.
Akemi felt another wave of humiliation but said nothing. However, Ryuji simply ruffled her hair.
"That's enough for today. You two rest well in this room. There's a bathroom inside. I'll call you for lunch."
Ryuji pulled up his pants. Shiho was already very tired today, and he wasn't planning to break his personal rule of only taking the virginity of one girl a day. Besides, the most important thing was...
He hadn't even trained today!
Akemi's face showed a stunned expression, but Ryuji offered no explanation. He simply picked up his clothes and walked out of the room, leaving a thoroughly bewildered Akemi behind.
He didn't go looking for trouble with Fujiko either. Instead, he seriously washed himself, waiting for his inner turmoil to settle. After working up a good sweat through training, he washed again, then sat in the yard, holding his greatsword, and began to meditate.
This wasn't mere meditation; it was more akin to "Sword Zen" a process of resonating with one's weapon, constantly sensing and tempering one's spirit.
He recalled the single-minded focus of his sword swings in the Demon Slayer world, and the will of the Universe hidden within this very blade. Contemplating the world's vastness and grandeur, the boundlessness of the natural world, was highly beneficial for inner spirit and self-orientation.
Because if you think about it, even the great sun is but a speck of dust in the universe. What do human beings who rely on the sun to survive, have to be proud of?
The deities in countless myths, capable of stirring tsunamis across the four seas, were considered immensely powerful gods. Those who could trigger earthquakes and volcanic eruptions were even greater gods among great gods.
And those who could command thunder and lightning possessed even greater divinity.
But...
While communing with the sword, Ryuji witnessed countless unbelievable scenes.
A planet whose entire crust was a thunderstorm, with countless plasma streams forming its "atmosphere." Two planets colliding, their crusts shattering, their cores impacting and the force contained within these images, the collision of two worlds' very landmasses, made mere earthquakes seem utterly insignificant.
There were all sorts of strange phenomena. A planet orbited its sun normally, but with each rotation, it switched to a different sun. Its orbit was filled with countless spatial rifts and singularities, each revolution changing its star system, constantly drifting among countless neighboring galaxies.
He even saw lifeforms composed entirely of radiation, sensing the vastness and infinity of their existence.
Then, his spirit could no longer withstand the pressure and consumption of roaming these cosmic visions, forcing him to end his Sword Zen.
"The world is truly incredible."
Feeling his spirit calm down, Ryuji suppressed his palpitations and sense of insignificance. Right now, he genuinely felt like he wasn't standing on Earth, not on the immensely vast Earth, but on a tiny sphere from which he might fall off with one misstep!
This was an illusion born from witnessing things of sufficient scale. Ryuji knew it wasn't real, that he wouldn't fall. But at this moment, the feeling was persistent. He even felt as if he could perceive the Earth's rotation and the subtle tremors of the land.
He thought it was most likely an hallucination.
Gripping his sword, Ryuji pondered this contradictory feeling. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and his fingers twitched slightly.
The next moment, the ants, crickets, flowers, and grass blades in the yard began to sway under the influence of his will, constantly wobbling as if the ground beneath them wasn't flat land, but a sphere they could easily fall from!
Watching the insects comical movements, Ryuji couldn't help but laugh.
"So this is Sword Intent... What should I call this Sword Intent? Imbalance Sword Intent? Gravity Sword Intent? Or Throughout the Heavens and Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One?"
He shook his head, not placing too much importance on this Sword Intent. It was merely the use of spiritual power, impacting the minds of other living beings with his own perceptions, making them feel what he felt.
This was something highly dependent on mental state and experience. In a fight between individuals of similar level, the one lacking this would be at a significant disadvantage.
But if both possessed it, they could easily end up in a contest of realm, experience, and spiritual power, making the fight far more dangerous. If their spiritual level were extremely close, physical damage might not even affect the mental battle, and could instead be influenced by it, causing a crucial delay at a critical moment.
"After gaining a new technique, one should test it on others and verify it. But sadly, in this world, I have no rivals at all."
Ryuji sighed. Initially, those distorted World Powers had given him some anticipation, but after he found them, they lost the ability to spawn those monsters, which was quite regretful for him.
He shook his head and realized he was drenched in sweat from his contemplation, his head burning hot. A thought occurred to him.
"The yard needs a fountain... It could help cool me down during my practice..."
With this idea in mind, Ryuji stood up. Just then, the milkman knocked on the door. Ryuji quickly opened it to find a stunningly beautiful girl with white hair holding a large crate of milk, staring at him with an expressionless face.
"Well, where's Yamada?" Ryuji asked.
Ryuji was taken aback. He had ordered the milk from Yamada. Yamada was quite old, but he shouldn't have retired, right? And since when was the quality of milk delivery girls in Japan this high?
He studied the girl in front of him carefully. Her looks were truly on par with Usagi and the others, even possessing a kind of otherworldly beauty that did not belong to this world.
"Yamada was beaten up, then achieved financial freedom, so he stopped delivering milk. I'm the new delivery person, Tobiichi. Pleased to meet you."
The white-haired girl bowed politely with an expressionless face, making the corner of Ryuji's eye twitch.
Because the girl showed no trace of a smile, and...
"Are you even an adult?" Looking at the girl, Ryuji couldn't help but ask.
"I am an adult."
The girl who called herself Tobiichi proudly puffed out her chest. Ryuji glanced at her chest and smirked disdainfully.
"But looking at your chest, you don't seem adult at all. You look more like an elementary school student."
He then saw the white-haired girl clench her fists, but after a moment's thought, she didn't swing them.
Finding this amusing, Ryuji asked directly,
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm considering whether I could still afford my rent if I punched you," Origami replied with utmost seriousness.
Ryuji found this expressionless girl quite entertaining. He casually pulled out a 10,000-yen note and pressed it against her face.
"Here, this is your tip. Forget what I just said. Also, please come a bit earlier tomorrow. If you do, I'll give you another tip."
Ryuji casually took his milk. The girl, still with the banknote covering her eyes, calmly gave an OK sign. Just as he turned to go back inside, she suddenly removed the note from her face as if remembering something and in the same expressionless and flat tone, said something that really shouldn't be said so blandly:
"I don't do enjo kōsai!"[1]
Ryuji stared speechlessly at the girl's deadpan face, racking his brain to figure out which anime she might be from.
His first thought was Tobiichi Origami, but considering the girl's milkman uniform and the fact this world already had Conan and Sailor Moon...
Those could maybe exist in the same world, but the world of Date A Live? There was no way it fit here.
So, Ryuji just waved his hand dismissively.
"I'm not asking you to do enjo kōsai!"
He didn't think she was that Tobiichi Origami, but he asked anyway,
"By the way, what's your name?"
Then, the expressionless girl spoke, while simultaneously covering her chest with a look of feigned panic on her face.
"So you do want me to do enjo kōsai for you!"
"I wasn't asking for that! And for the record, I have no interest in women with no chest! No matter how much you cover it up, there's nothing there! Don't expect me to develop any special feelings over something that doesn't exist!"
Ryuji spoke righteously, causing Origami to lower her head and clench her fists once more.
Just when Ryuji thought she wouldn't respond, she spoke.
"'Tobiichi' is just a nickname."
A faint smile finally appeared on Origami's face.
"My name is Itsuka Origami!"
After saying this, she couldn't help but cover her face. After being saved by Shido Itsuka when she was a child, she had held strong feelings for him and believed that she should repay him with her body for saving her life. Unfortunately, for various reasons, she never managed to get very close to Shido.
But it couldn't hurt to fantasize a little now!
After she finished speaking, Ryuji nodded in understanding.
"Ah, so it really is a tribute and an Easter egg."
He found this acceptable. After all, Date A Live was a hugely popular series in its time; so it was normal to have easter eggs. Who knew what else this bizarre mixed-up world was hiding?
But when it came to things like the so-called "Origin Spirits," Ryuji simply didn't believe it existed. If it did, the commotion would have been undeniable. The world of Date A Live was nearly destroyed by Spirits. If spirits actually existed in this world, how could he not know about it?
It was just like the name 'Tokyo-3', seeing it had genuinely startled him back then.
Besides, he had watched Date A Live, even if he didn't finish the later seasons. He knew the novel's ending: the Spirits' powers disappeared and Shido definitely wouldn't end up with a harem, most likely ending up with Tohka, and Origami certainly didn't win. So, there was no such thing as 'Origami Itsuka'!
Just like Tokyo-3.
It's an easter egg!
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[1] (Enjo kōsai is a Japanese term for "compensated dating," a relationship where an older person gives money or gifts to a younger person in exchange for companionship, which may or may not include sexual acts.)