Why did they start already!
The moment Mashiro touched Ito, Aoi's Camera System had already activated.
Aoi was dumbfounded looking at the suddenly activated Camera System... It was fine at night, but he had just returned and they were about to eat.
They had to seize every moment, even if it was just half an hour or an hour?
Intimate contact with him was one thing, but she was still cooking now, and she couldn't just abandon the kitchen to Rika and go back to her room to earn cultivation points!
A huge loss!
And... what was with 'it stinks'!
If it stinks, don't eat it!
Angry! Very angry!
She wanted to eat but couldn't!
Aoi still hadn't figured out how to explain to Ito that she was still a virgin. Even if Ito actively sought her out, she would refuse.
However...
If the child doesn't eat at home, he must have eaten his fill outside.
Conversely, if she didn't want to cook for him, she could just let him eat his fill outside, otherwise it would be hard for her to explain.
Speaking of which... she had strengthened her satiety. Let's see how they eat later!
Anyway, she had to strengthen it on the weekend to turn the face swap into a flesh slave, so she might as well strengthen some now. As for the content of the strengthening... hmm, add 5 milliliters to him!
Aoi added points with malicious amusement while cooking. Under her gaze, Nanami also squatted beside Mashiro, then made the same exclamation as Mashiro.
After Nanami squatted down, Mashiro made room for her. The two, one on each side, exchanged glances across Ito.
The hair on her face made Nanami feel a bit itchy. As for the smell... although she instinctively thought it stank a bit, she got used to it.
But... to use her tongue to soothe it?
Although Nanami had gained some theoretical experience from reading adult comics, she hesitated to actually do it. It was different from actually doing it.
Honestly... last time Nanami was so satisfied her back couldn't straighten.
But this time it was pure service, and... was her first kiss going to be on his...!?
However... a first kiss should be for the lips, right?
Doesn't count, this doesn't count!
Seeing Nanami hesitate to put her mouth to it, Mashiro tilted her head, then began to demonstrate and teach her.
Under the theoretical education of the comics and the practical education of Ito, Mashiro's experience was already very rich.
At Mashiro's urging, after hesitating for a while, Nanami finally made up her mind and let her small, fragrant tongue emerge from her mouth.
But the next moment, Nanami retracted her tongue as if she had been electrocuted.
"Hm?"
Mashiro, who was in the dominant position and couldn't speak, blinked at Nanami. Encouraged by Mashiro, Nanami tried again.
After trying several times back and forth, Nanami finally gathered her courage and, like Mashiro, began.
"Hiss..."
Ito gasped, the stimulation, both physiological and psychological, from the two of them together was doubled.
Nanami looked up at Ito... she now somewhat understood why some people liked to serve others.
Seeing Ito trembling from suppressing his pleasure, Nanami felt a great sense of accomplishment, and she worked even harder... He had made her spray Mashiro all over last time, and now it was her turn.
Seeing Nanami get into the rhythm, Mashiro gave up her position. Nanami hesitated slightly, then took over Mashiro's spot.
The two switched places.
Neither Nanami nor Mashiro disliked the other.
Unlike Mashiro, who was intimately familiar with Ito's body, Nanami explored little by little, inch by inch, while observing Ito's expression.
"Yes... right there."
Upon hearing Ito's words, Nanami felt as if she had found a treasure. Ito's hand, resting on Nanami's head, instinctively tightened.
Feeling a bit bored, Mashiro's gaze fell on the sac storing the nutrients.
Mashiro had seen similar scenes in adult comics, but she hadn't tried it herself yet.
"Ah-woo~"
The taste was a bit stronger than before, but Mashiro didn't mind much.
The novel experience, which he had never had before, made Ito instinctively retract.
"Hiss... Mashiro, you can also massage with your hand."
Nanami was on top, Mashiro was below, both working together.
Although Nanami was a bit clumsy, it was precisely this clumsiness and unexpectedness that stimulated Ito even more.
"Nanami..."
Ito put his hands on Nanami's head. Nanami also felt a sense of dread, but it was too late now.
"Ugh-gurgle!!!!"
Nanami felt herself being hit again and again.
The quantity was astonishing, overflowing and having no choice but to slide from her lips to her collar.
Nanami, who was at a loss for the first time facing this situation, looked at Mashiro. Mashiro pressed her cheek against Nanami's, then gently pushed Nanami away. The two seamlessly transitioned.
Nanami, with puffed cheeks, looked at Ito, somewhat at a loss. Should she spit it out? Or what?
Just as Nanami thought Mashiro would continue, Mashiro simply performed a quick cleanup and then withdrew, turning her gaze to Orie, who was staring in a daze.
"Measure quickly."
"Ah... oh." Taking advantage of Ito's subdued state, Orie quickly squatted in front of Ito and wrapped the tape measure around his butt.
At close range, the mixed scent of the three made Orie instinctively swallow. Although Orie tried her best to stay away, the smell still wafted into her nostrils.
"Open your mouth," Mashiro said to the bewildered Nanami.
Nanami opened her mouth, showing Ito her pink mouth stained white.
"You can swallow it."
"!!!!"
Swallow it!?
Just as Nanami hesitated, the door 'conveniently' knocked, and Aoi's voice sounded from outside.
"Nanami, dinner's ready."
"Gulp!" Nanami, who had been hesitating, immediately swallowed. "O-okay, I got it!!!"