Mashiro, who found Eriri a bit annoying, didn't stay long at the art club and left school with the three of them to go home.
The first thing Aoi did after opening the door was to run to the kitchen and tell Ito, who was cooking, that Mashiro had made a friend.
"Hey, hey, hey, do you know? Mashiro made a friend on her first day!"
"Who? Is it a girl?" Ito asked casually.
"What? Would you be jealous if it were a boy?"
Ito glanced at Aoi, who was smirking beside him, poking his waist with her elbow, "If I said yes, would you secretly be pleased?"
"After all, Mashiro is such a cute girl, it's normal for you to like her." Aoi, without changing her expression or skipping a beat, played the role of a girlfriend who was a little interested in cuckolding but not terminally ill, "Mashiro is cute... but don't lay a hand on her."
"I'm just worried Mashiro might be deceived."
"Don't worry." Aoi patted Ito's shoulder, then gently hugged Ito from behind, "It's the president of our school's art club. She's a genius who can hold art exhibitions! Maybe her becoming friends with Mashiro is some kind of telepathy between geniuses?"
"Really? I don't believe it."
Ito truly didn't believe it. Mashiro, with her personality, wanting to make friends? And on the very first day? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
"Really, her name is Eriri. She even held an art exhibition last semester. You can definitely find it online."
"Eriri?"
Hearing that name, Ito paused. Although Eriri wasn't an uncommon name, hearing it made Ito think of a golden-haired loser. Plus the artist attribute... Could it really be the Eriri from his memories? A lot of time had passed, and in Ito's memory, only the labels "golden-haired loser" and "doujinshi artist" remained. If it really was that Eriri, then it wasn't impossible for Mashiro to become friends with her in one day.
"Yes, Eriri. What's wrong? Do you know her?"
Aoi looked at Ito suspiciously. What was with that nostalgic expression when Eriri was mentioned!? Could she be a secret ex-girlfriend he was dating? He seemed to have the same expression when Nanami was mentioned earlier.
"No, I don't know her." Ito shook his head and continued cooking.
"Mashiro also said she plans to come over to play this weekend." As Aoi spoke, she observed Ito's expression. Aoi noticed that when she mentioned Eriri coming over for the weekend, Ito's expression clearly changed.
Hmph... Another blonde! Eriri was different from Nanami. Nanami had brown hair, Eriri had blonde hair, she was a true blonde. But... first Nanami, then Eriri, how did he know everyone!?
...
Sawamura Spencer Eriri.
After dinner, back in his room, Ito searched online using the name Eriri and "art exhibition." What popped up was this name and a photo of a girl in a dress. Previously, Ito only remembered "golden-haired loser Eriri" and didn't recall the specific name. But when he saw the name on the webpage, memories flooded back like a tide, and Ito confirmed that this was the girl from his memories.
In that case, the reason Mashiro quickly became friends with her was clear... doujinshi. And the reason Mashiro found Eriri annoying... was probably because Eriri thought Mashiro was also an otaku and went all out recommending things to her. Eriri always wore a mask at school, afraid to talk about her interests with others, and when she met Mashiro, she thought she was an otaku. Perhaps Mashiro would be interested in those things in the future, but currently, Mashiro was only interested in manga. Talking about manga would be fine, but talking about other things would truly annoy Mashiro.
Thinking of Mashiro's slightly annoyed expression, Ito couldn't help but smile. After standing up and stretching, Ito went to Mashiro's room next door.
In the room, only Mashiro was sitting in front of the computer drawing, while Nanami was probably downstairs or in the yard. Although they were roommates, Nanami would very consciously go to the yard to practice voice acting so as not to disturb Mashiro and Ito.
After Nanami became her roommate, Mashiro's room had a lot of Nanami's things... like kotaro on the bed. Although there were more things, with Nanami tidying up, the room actually seemed larger.
Coming up behind Mashiro, Ito placed his hand on the back of her chair. He didn't disturb Mashiro. Only after she finished drawing a page did Ito speak.
"I heard you made a friend at school? Her name is Eriri, right? Is she also a doujinshi artist?"
As he spoke, Ito, standing behind Mashiro, slipped his hand from the collar of Mashiro's uniform, his fingertips tracing her collarbone, then delving into her bra, gently kneading Mashiro's soft, white, perfectly palm-sized breasts.
Mashiro just looked down without saying much, letting Ito knead her... It wasn't that Ito wanted to take advantage of Mashiro; he was creating conditions for Aoi to complete her task! During dinner tonight, Ito learned from the System that Aoi wanted to exchange for small accessories for Hana Ren and even planned to make her lactate... Ito almost spat out his food when he heard this.
Having read so many doujinshi, Aoi sure knew how to play.
For this, Ito also needed to create more opportunities for Aoi to earn points. Besides daily tasks, the Camera System was also an important source of daily points.
The points limit for the Camera System refreshed daily. Today, Ito hadn't yet had Aoi activate the Camera System. Not using it would be a waste.
"Mm..." Mashiro responded softly. Previously, Mashiro was always the one to initiate, and Ito rarely touched Mashiro's body, and even when he did, it wasn't intentional teasing. The trembling sensation from her soft, white chest brought a hint of allure to Mashiro's cool tone. Ito occasionally kneaded, occasionally lightly twisted and lifted, teasing the already hardened rosy nipples on her soft, white skin.
"What's her pen name?"
"Ugh... Kashiwagi Eriri."
Although Mashiro had promised Eriri to keep it a secret, Ito had guessed it himself just now. Since he had already guessed, there was no need to keep it a secret.
Kashiwagi Eriri? Wasn't that the author of those debauchery doujinshi Orie had given him before? He hadn't expected the world to be so small, to encounter her like this.
However... tsk tsk tsk, Eriri's taste was indeed a bit heavy. Although it didn't reach the point of physical damage, gang-rape and such were common in her doujinshi. All orifices being filled with cream puffs was even more common, and some mild abuse and debauchery, such as bondage, leaving aphrodisiacs, and using sex toys, were not surprising.
"Speaking of which... besides Eriri, how did you feel at school today?"
Ito chatted with Mashiro while playing with her beautiful breasts. Soft, tender, and elastic, the sensation was quite good.
Until Ito checked the time, Aoi had probably finished today's daily tasks.
"You keep drawing, I'll head back first."
Ito pinched the rosy bud, then prepared to withdraw his hand to go search for the doujinshi Eriri drew. But just as Ito's hand intended to leave, Mashiro held it down.
"Continue."
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