"You... why are you looking at me like that?"
Aoi guiltily averted her gaze. Although she didn't have mind-reading abilities, she could roughly guess what Nanami was thinking.
"No... nothing." Nanami also guiltily averted her gaze.
Orie's gaze went back and forth between Nanami and Aoi... Young people really play hard.
She, a doujinshi editor, was still a virgin with only theoretical experience, yet they were playing such perverse games... No wonder Ito suddenly switched from pure love to reverse NTR. It turns out Ito's girlfriend awakened a remarkable sexual interest.
Orie knew of similar things in the industry.
For example, a manga artist who originally drew pure love between siblings started drawing NTR doujinshi after her younger brother got a girlfriend.
It seems Ito is also like this. Miss Aoi awakened a remarkable sexual interest, and then Ito also switched... Wait a minute!
Orie noticed a problem: now it's Miss Rika and Miss Nanami, so wouldn't the next target be... herself!?
Are Ito and Miss Aoi trying to get her to participate in their play!?
Should she... participate?
If she participated, she could definitely provide a lot of material for Ito and Miss Rika to draw more enticing doujinshi, but she hadn't even been in a relationship. Would participating like this be a bit too much...
Dinner ended with Orie's wild thoughts.
"It's getting late. I'll take Nanami home. You take Orie home. Rika can handle the kitchen." Aoi said to Ito.
Although Nanami decided to move in with Rika to take care of Rika, her luggage was still in her previous rented apartment. Since the rent was already paid, she wasn't in a hurry to move gradually.
Ito and Orie left together. Rika, who was clearing the dining table, glanced at Aoi and Nanami. Rika knew that her older sister probably had something to say to Nanami, so she didn't say much and quietly continued clearing the table.
Aoi and Nanami walked through the entrance, through the small courtyard, and into the night. Nanami's rented apartment, being in the same school as Aoi, wasn't far.
Under the moonlight, Nanami frequently looked at Aoi, wanting to speak but hesitating.
After seeing Nanami's hesitant expression, Aoi looked straight ahead.
"You don't have to say it, I know what you want to ask." Aoi pursed her lips and gathered her courage. "I just... well, have unique interests, so... it's fine, mm, I allowed it, so Nanami, you don't need to feel guilty. Whatever you do is fine, but... you can't snatch him away."
"Oh... is that so?" Nanami lowered her face, looking awkward, her toes tapping the ground as she walked, but she breathed a sigh of relief deep down.
The last time she did it with Ito, it felt great, but doing it with her good friend's boyfriend still carried some psychological burden, making her even afraid to make eye contact with Aoi at school.
Now it was better, much more relaxed.
"I'm just being Rika's model, well... according to Rika's needs, and having some physical contact with him... I won't like him, and I won't snatch him away from you."
"Mm! That puts my mind at ease!" Aoi paused. "But... don't tell anyone."
"Of course! I won't talk nonsense."
Nanami secretly glanced at Aoi from the corner of her eye. In that case, well... are she and Aoi like 'stick sisters' now?
Fortunately, Nanami only thought this to herself. If Nanami had said it out loud, Aoi wouldn't have known what expression to show.
...
On the other side.
Unlike Nanami, who lived near the school, Orie's apartment was quite far. Ito accompanied Orie to the train station. It wasn't that Ito couldn't drive or that his family didn't have a car.
It was that Aoi and Rika didn't want Ito to drive... They were worried Ito would have a stroke of bad luck like his parents.
The last time Ito went on a date with Ami and Maki, he also took the train and met them at the station. Besides, Ito himself felt a little uneasy, after all, in his previous life, Ito also had a stroke of bad luck.
This wasn't a commercial center; the platform was exceptionally quiet at night. Besides the broadcast announcements, there were only a few scattered passersby sitting on the benches, waiting for the train.
From Ito's house to the train station, Orie kept her head down, her ears, hidden by her chin-length hair, already burning hot.
"Ito?"
"I'm here!!!!" Startled, Orie instinctively straightened her posture, her ample chest trembling slightly with her movement. Orie's cheeks were already flushed with an alluring red.
Orie's mind was filled with the images she had just seen in Ito's room: one was a pure and cute JK girl, and the other was a world-class genius painter.
Nanami's was just ordinary service, but Rika, in the end, even held the bag of stored nutrients in her mouth!
Orie had seen this kind of play in doujinshi. Orie remembered that this method had a specific term... what was it called? What was it called?
Right! Tamashii! It was called Tamashii.
Today, Orie's horizons were truly broadened. Every time Orie closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the image of Rika performing Tamashii, the strong contrast between the black curly hair and Rika's fair cheeks.
Orie was greatly shocked!
After hesitating for a while, Orie finally spoke.
"About Miss Nanami and Miss Rika... and Miss Aoi." Orie adjusted her glasses, looking shy. "Ito, what are your thoughts on them?"
Ito smiled. Orie must have guessed Aoi's sexual interests... As a doujinshi editor, Orie had definitely read more doujinshi than Ito.
Being into cows is considered normal; what's truly insane is something like Orochi X Giant Mushroom.
It's also possible that Nanami or Rika said something to her.
"This is all just research for drawing better doujinshi," Ito chuckled, then changed the subject. "Nanami and Rika have gone to such lengths, Orie, as the editor... Speaking of which, Orie, are you wearing the clothes you made?"
Currently, Orie was dressed in a standard OL hip-skirt, her body completely covered, but Orie made cosplay outfits or lingerie, so she might be wearing them underneath.
"Ugh..." Orie bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. It was an editor's responsibility to help a manga artist draw better manga!
Orie looked left and right, and after confirming no one was watching her, she grabbed Ito's wrist and led him to the corner.
Orie faced Ito, with her back to the other passengers and the Camera System, and with trembling fingers, unbuttoned her collar. A black hollowed-out bra, with a slit at the peak of her snow-white mounds allowing two cherries to peek through, appeared before Ito's eyes. However, what attracted Ito's gaze more was Orie's shy and charming expression.
Ito hadn't had much time to appreciate it—about two seconds later, the announcement of the train arriving at the station came. However, two seconds was enough for Ito to imprint the scene into his mind.
Hastily buttoning her collar, Orie turned and ran towards the train.
After only a couple of steps, Orie, as if remembering something, turned around and bowed slightly to Ito, then continued to run towards the train.
After seeing the train off, Ito's phone vibrated.
Orie: [Ito-sensei, next time if there's anything you want to see, you can ask me to wear it. It's an editor's responsibility to help a manga artist draw better manga.]
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