"...?"
Utaha, momentarily blinded by the flash of white, froze in place. She had prepared herself for the hand job, but not for the sudden blinding visual!
Kaede, sitting next to Rin Ito, nearly burst into laughter watching Utaha's startled and messy expression. Although it wasn't a cartoonishly large amount, it was still several times the average. Now, Utaha's face, lips, and hair were thoroughly stained. Utaha wasn't a total novice who didn't understand the theoretical science; she knew this was a possible outcome, but she had simply lacked the practical experience to anticipate the moment.
If it had been Nanami, unless Rin Ito deliberately wanted to mess up her face, Nanami would either catch everything with her mouth or use Mashiro's mouth to contain it all at the last moment. Nanami was very skilled, ensuring not a single drop was spilled... because if anything was spilled, Nanami would be the one to clean it up. Especially Mashiro's hair! If Mashiro's waist-length hair got messy, it would be a huge problem. Other areas were fine, but stained hair was very troublesome. It was hard to clean thoroughly with just tissues and could only be washed with cold water; using hot water... would result in an egg drop soup texture.
This was based on Nanami's accumulated experience. Generally, if Mashiro's hair got messy, Nanami would lick it clean first before helping her wash it. Not to mention Mashiro wouldn't stay still for cold water, even with cold water it was hard to clean properly without making a mess everywhere. Licking it clean first was much simpler... she was used to the taste anyway.
But now, clearly, no one was going to lick clean the stuff on Utaha's hair. The fluid slowly dripped down her black hair and blushed cheek, dotting the tip of her cute nose.
"Pffft ha ha ha ha, Utaha Kasumigaoka, you mean you didn't even know when a man... Ugh!?"
After a brief moment of shock, Eiri's burst of mockery brought Utaha back to reality. Enduring the unique odor's assault on her sense of smell, Utaha tremblingly reached for her face. Her slender fingertip picked up a small white string from her cheek.
And then... Utaha spun around and shoved the finger into Eiri's mouth. Taking advantage of the brief moment of surprise before Eiri could react, Utaha quickly pulled her hand out of Eiri's mouth, then wiped her face, smearing the residue onto Eiri's face.
"Ptooey! Ptooey!!! Utaha Kasumigaoka!! What are you doing!? I just washed my face!!!! Ptooey!!!"
"Heh heh... I was just giving a taste to a perverted virgin doujinshi artist who hasn't tasted it before. I was helping you."
Afterward, Utaha and Eiri again ran off to the kitchen and bathroom. It wasn't just Eiri; Utaha also accidentally tasted some. The two were mutually wounding each other again.
Watching their backs, Nanami couldn't help but inwardly comment... Is it really that dramatic? In Nanami's opinion, it was actually fine; it didn't have any strange taste—it was sticky and slightly sweet... Although Nanami had never tasted anyone else's, she felt Rin Ito's flavor must be quite good. In reality, this was a reinforcement Kaede had exchanged for Rin Ito. In the 'Development Shop,' flavors like orange and apple were available, but Kaede, to avoid being too shocking, had only exchanged Development Points for a mildly sweet, generic flavor.
After a long while, the mutually damaged pair returned to the living room, having rinsed their mouths and washed their faces countless times. They were even more disheveled than before, their collars soaked. Their eyes met, and both had only one thought in their minds.
[Come on! Let's hurt each other!]
Little Bocchi and Nijika trembled on the side... So scary! This is really scary! We should have never agreed to come to this script meeting!
Ryo, however, loved the chaos... Fight, fight, fight!
Kaede and Rin Ito, sitting across from the two, exchanged glances, struggling to suppress their laughter... They wanted to see just how far Eiri and Utaha would take their mutual destruction.
"Eiri Sawamura, you said the first H-CG in a GALGAME isn't usually direct intercourse but involves the hand and mouth first, right?" Utaha stared intently at the equally messy Eiri, her face dark. "I used my hand just now; now it's your turn to use your mouth, isn't it?"
"Gwah!!!!" Eiri's mouth twitched, her face just as dark.
Watching Eiri's reaction, a satisfied smile played on Utaha's lips. Although getting a face-full hadn't been part of the plan, after she had used her hand, it was Eiri's turn to take the next step. She could pass off using her hand as touching something dirty, but using her mouth... With Eiri's tsundere personality, would she actually kneel down and service him with her mouth?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Utaha slightly lifted her exquisite foot, encased in black tights. "If you kneel and lick my foot and concede, I can forgive you."
"Forgive me? What did I do wrong?" Eiri stubbornly retorted. "I'm doing this for the game!"
"Is that so? Then Eiri Sawamura, for the sake of a better game, please use your mouth to demonstrate the H-CG for me. I am just a simple light novelist; I don't know how to write a tempting script!"
"That's right, Eiri. Kaede is here, too. You can ask her if you don't understand anything right now," Rin Ito said with a straight face.
"Mhm mhm mhm, after all, I'm his girl-friend!"
Watching the two suppress their laughter, Eiri's mouth twitched. It was just about helping her wash her panties and pants... and it was her boyfriend who spanked her until she came. Why is Kaede so vindictive!
However... it seemed Kaede had no intention of letting her off the hook today. Eiri frantically swallowed. Her mind raced back to the feeling of coming until she wet herself at his house last time, and the play in her manga where a girl's head is pushed down and used as a cup.
This was different from work. She could endure being fed garbage at work for the sake of money, but creation was different. Creation was like walking naked down the street—an act of fully releasing one's deepest fetishes. Just like a certain doujinshi artist who draws brother-sister love. He only drew pure love stories, but immediately switched to NTR manga when his younger brother got a girlfriend. Although there was an element of catering to the readers, Ms. Eiri Spencer, who was famous in the field of violation and training doujinshi, must have a similar personal kink.
Rin Ito, also a creator, understood this well. When there's no kink-driven motivation, you simply can't create anything. Drawing? Bullshit! If Eiri didn't like it, she wouldn't draw violation/training doujinshi. Eiri also didn't seem to have a fetish for training other girls, which only left...
Eiri knelt down in front of Rin Ito, trembling. She felt her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably, and her mouth watering. Damn it!! Why is my heart beating so fast!?
Calm down!!! Calm down!!!
Just as Eiri was hesitating and struggling, a strong pair of hands was placed on her head.