Rika no longer had the strength to fight.
Sitting on Shin's lap — no, straddling him, her whole body trembling from mortification and something far more dangerous — she could barely breathe.
Her panties were soaked, clinging wetly to her folds, her pajama shor doing nothing to hide the way her body pressed obscenely against his hardened crotch.
Every slight movement, every shift of her hips or trembling thigh, sent fresh sparks jolting up her spine.
And Ai and Yuki — her supposed friends — were merciless.
The bottle spun, whirling wildly before settling, like fate itself was laughing.
Rika.
Again.
"Truth or dare?" Ai said, her voice syrupy sweet.
Yuki leaned forward, eyes glittering with mischief, his chin propped on his hand.
Rika whimpered into Shin's chest, her hands clutching weakly at his shirt.
"...D-dare..." she whispered, already knowing there was no mercy waiting for her.
Ai clapped her hands together, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Then we dare you to... spread your knees a little wider, Rika~!" she said, voice high and delighted.
Rika's heart plummeted.
She was already straddling Shin so obscenely close — but now... now she had to open herself up even more?
She shook her head, eyes wide, pleading silently.
Yuki only grinned wider. "Come on, Rika~! Don't you want to be a good girl?"
A strangled whimper escaped her throat.
Slowly — hands trembling — she shifted.
Her thighs slid further apart, the hem of her skirt riding up indecently, exposing more of her soft skin.
And in doing so, she pressed down even harder against Shin's erection — feeling it twitch against her soaked core.
Shin inhaled sharply through his nose.
His hands tightened subtly on her waist, as if struggling to maintain control.
Rika bit her lip hard to stifle a whimper.
She could feel everything now — the thick shape of him trapped under his pants, the damp heat of her own shameful arousal soaking through, the delicious, forbidden friction that made her whole body ache.
She wanted to cry.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to—
"Good girl~!" Ai sang, her voice dripping with wicked delight.
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The bottle spun again.
Rika didn't bother looking.
Of course it landed on her.
"Truth or dare?" Yuki asked, winking.
"...Truth..." Rika mumbled, her face buried against Shin's broad chest.
"Okay~!" Ai said, giggling. "Here's your question..."
She leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
"If you could do one naughty thing to Onii-chan right now without getting in trouble, what would it be~?"
Rika's body went rigid.
Her mind exploded with images — filthy, desperate images — her hips grinding faster, her hands slipping under his clothes, her mouth—
NO! she screamed silently at herself, her face burning hotter than ever.
"I—I wouldn't—!" she gasped.
"Come on~," Yuki teased. "Be honest! It's just a game, right?"
Rika squeezed her eyes shut.
Shin said nothing — but his grip on her hips remained firm, steady, almost possessive.
Trembling, her voice barely a whisper, Rika choked out:
"...Maybe... c-cuddle him more..."
It was the safest answer she could manage.
A blatant lie.
But neither Ai nor Yuki pressed her — though their knowing smirks said everything.
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Another spin.
Another pointed finger.
Rika.
Always Rika.
"Truth or dare?" Ai sang.
Rika wanted to disappear.
But her mouth betrayed her.
"D-Dare..." she whispered.
Yuki clapped his hands in glee.
"Then we dare you..." He paused dramatically, savoring her terror. "To grind on Onii-chan again... but this time, faster. For twenty seconds~!"
Rika's heart stopped.
"No... I can't...!" she whimpered, her body already trembling violently.
But Ai leaned forward, cupping her chin with a deceptively gentle touch.
"You can, Rika," she whispered, almost tenderly. "Be a good girl."
The command — the tone — broke something inside her.
Hands weak, mind spinning, body burning, Rika obeyed.
She began to move.
Slowly at first — then faster, her hips rolling in tight, desperate circles against Shin's cock.
The friction was maddening — unbearable — the thick, hard heat grinding against her swollen, aching core with every movement.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably.
Her soaked panties clung to her folds, growing wetter with every sinful stroke.
Shin's breath came a little faster now, his hands firm on her hips, guiding her unconsciously.
Every pass over his erection sent lightning bolts shooting through her.
Every second was torture.
By the time Ai called "Time's up~!", Rika was panting, her whole body shaking, her lower lips throbbing with desperate, shameful need.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
---
The bottle spun again.
Pointed at her.
Of course.
"Truth or dare?" Yuki asked cheerfully.
Rika didn't even hesitate.
"...T-Truth..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Yuki grinned wickedly.
"If you had to let Onii-chan touch you somewhere right now... where would it be?"
Rika froze.
Her mind blanked.
Her heart thundered.
She could feel Shin's cock — hot, hard, ready — pressing into her core, practically begging for her.
Trembling, voice cracking, she whispered:
"...My... my hips..."
A safe answer.
A coward's escape.
Ai and Yuki exchanged sly glances but said nothing.
For now.
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The bottle spun.
Landed.
Rika.
Again.
"Truth or dare?" Ai said sweetly.
"...D-dare..." Rika croaked.
"Then we dare you..." Ai said, her smile wicked, "to lean down and whisper something naughty into Onii-chan's ear."
Rika wanted to die.
But the rules were the rules.
Slowly — trembling — she leaned closer.
Shin's scent filled her nose — clean, masculine, intoxicating.
Her lips brushed his ear.
Her body pressed even tighter against his — her soaked panties grinding shamelessly against his cock.
And in the softest, most desperate voice she could manage, she whispered:
"...I'm so wet because of you, Onii-San..."
The words hung between them, electric and forbidden.
Shin's hands tightened on her waist, his body going rigid under her.
For a terrifying, thrilling moment, Rika thought he might lose control.
Might grab her.
Might kiss her.
Might tear her apart right there.
But somehow — somehow — he stayed still.
Silent.
Burning.
Just like her.
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The bottle spun.
And Rika's hell continued.
Endless.
Merciless.
Unforgiving.
And somewhere deep inside her trembling, soaking body...
She didn't want it to stop.
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END OF CHAPTER : 77 : TRUTH OR DARE : PART : 6
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