"Here, Marisa, have some fruit."
"Thirsty?"
"Your posture's bad—shift a bit. Let me massage your legs."
"Can you two act normal? I'm getting scared…"
Fresh out of the bath, Marisa stared at Reimu and Patchouli, who were unusually attentive, serving tea, snacks, and even massages. with growing unease.
'Are they planning to bury me alive once I'm asleep?!'
"Don't overthink it. We just thought you worked hard today, so we're rewarding you."
"Young people shouldn't stay up late. It's bad for your health."
"Exactly. You should sleep early."
"But if you really want to game, come to our room. Since staying up is unhealthy anyway, why not pull an all-nighter? We'll keep you company."
Their synchronized act left Marisa dizzy with suspicion.
The risk of letting her return to her own room was too high. Either knock her out cold or trap her in their room, no matter how chaotic she got.
Under no circumstances can she get within one meter of Rin!
Marisa scratched her cheek, glanced at the freshly booted console in her hands, and finally nodded.
"Fine. Let's see if there are any multiplayer games."
"Deal."
Only after Marisa agreed did the two exhale in relief.
At least tonight might be peaceful.
Meanwhile…
As Keine get the kids to bed, Yukari clamped onto Ran, who'd been trying to sneak off.
"Ran, you're coming with me to the boss's room."
"Huh??!!" Ran's pupils shrank, her fluffy tails bristling like a startled cat.
'I thought I'd dodged this… but it's a duo session after all?!'
Trembling, she stammered—
"Y-Yukari-sama, this isn't… appropriate… Th-There are guests in the shop! Thi-Think about all those… scandal…"
"What's inappropriate? You've been working hard, you deserve to relax. After I'm done, it's your turn." Yukari patted Ran's shoulder cheerfully before dragging her toward Rin's room.
Ran's heart stopped. For a moment, she glimpsed the abyss of corruption yawning before her…
Creak—
The door swung open, revealing Rin, who'd just finished tidying up.
"Ah, Ran's here too? Have a seat, Yukari's session will take a while. If you're bored, there are books on the shelf."
He smiled warmly. Whether Ran processed his words was unclear, she sat stiffly on a chair like a mannequin.
Her heart pounded as her eyes locked onto the bed opposite her.
'I have to watch them go at it first?!'
After settling Ran, Rin turned to Yukari and asked.
"Just lie face-down on the bed. Want snacks?"
"Yes!"
With Ran as a buffer, Yukari's confidence soared. She flopped onto the bed, sinking into the Rin-scented sheets, her cheeks faintly pink.
As Rin set out fruit, cookies, and drinks on the nightstand, he took his place beside her.
Yukari tensed instantly, while Ran, across the room, peeked through her fingers.
'It's happening!'
The moment Rin's palm pressed against her back (even through her pajamas), Yukari jolted, her breath hitching.
"Don't be so nervous. I'm not breaking your bones."
"Ahem. Just… ticklish." Yukari mumbled, hyper-focused on his hands.
As his warm fingers worked rhythmically down her spine, she failed to relax, instead, under Ran's gaze, a forbidden thrill sparked within her.
'Why does this feel like NTR all of a sudden?!'
Shaking her head, she shoved a cookie into her mouth, crunching loudly to distract herself.
Only after confirming Rin's hands stayed professional did her nerves ease slightly.
Ran, meanwhile, lowered her hands, baffled.
'Why's the foreplay so long? Last time I saw the boss with Marisa, things got heated way faster…'
Unaware of Ran's confusion, Rin paused mid-massage to ask—
"Yukari, have you recently gained weight? Your waist feels softer. Like you've put on a few pounds."
"Impossible! I've always been like this!" Yukari's face twitched. She tried to sit up and protest, but Rin pinned her back down.
Feeling her own waist doubtfully, she insisted—
"My waist is slim, and I have abs. Don't slander me!"
"You should exercise more. Lazing around eating and drinking all day will turn you into a blob."
"Pfft. My figure's perfectly preserved. Nothing could—"
CRACK.
A crisp pop echoed as her lower back realigned, silencing her mid-talk.
Yukari's eyes rolled back, her mouth gaping like a suffocating goldfish before she slumped bonelessly into the bed.
Rin's apologetic voice floated over—
"Oops. Got carried away. Marisa and the others hate this part too. Usually, I distract them first. My bad."
"..." Yukari death-gripped the pillow, barely resisting the urge to smack him with it.
'This bastard did it on purpose!'
Before she could recover, Rin shifted gears, his touch turning firmer, his movements more precise.
To maximize the elderly's comfort, he even toggled his 『 Sensitivity Boost 』 ability—briefly amplifying each press of his fingers.
"Hah~ Ohh—Y-You… Th-This isn't… Ngh—! This isn't what you—Hyah!!!—promised!"