Without time for a proper bath, Kagura cast two cleaning spells, dampening his hair and face, and began dressing.
Saki, granted a brief respite, didn't rest. She flung open the frosted glass door of the bathroom, pointing at him, cheeks flushed, teeth gritted. "Kagura, you jerk…! If we'd been caught just now, how could I ever show my face again?!"
"Indeed, it was a close call," Kagura smiled, taking her hand, kneeling to kiss it gently, looking up. "If Eriri had discovered us, marriage might've been the only way to salvage the situation."
"Ugh—!" Saki gasped, yanking her hand back, raising it to slap his left cheek. Seeing him close his eyes, unflinching, her resolve softened.
Yet, having raised her hand, she couldn't just lower it. So, with a resounding slap!, she struck her own face.
"What?! Why'd you hit yourself?" Kagura stood, seizing her wrist to stop her.
"Huff—Huff—" Saki, her right cheek red and swollen, muttered angrily yet helplessly, "I'm furious, but I can't bring myself to hit you. A slap to myself to learn my lesson…"
"Learn what lesson?"
"Ugh…" Saki lowered her head, wet bangs veiling her lively eyes. At his urging, she fidgeted, hands between her thighs, stammering, "Just… I won't let you drag me to your room so easily again… Saying you'd let me soak in the tub, but you just wanted to ravish me… Such deceitful nonsense, hmph!"
"Ravish… cough I genuinely meant for you to soak. See the hot-spring-style tub there? Use it freely, just don't faint. As for why I joined, it's because a sweat-drenched Saki is irresistibly alluring."
Kagura leaned in, pointing to his "tub."
It always had warm water circulating (cleaned regularly, of course). Unlike Saki's room, where she'd need to fill the tub first, here she could soak right after a shower.
"Utter nonsense…" Saki, mortified, shoved him out, clutching her stinging cheek, whispering, "What fragrance? All I smell is sweat…"
"No matter. A cute girl's sweat is the most exhilarating scent!" Kagura gave her a serious thumbs-up.
Saki froze, then muttered "pervert" exasperatedly, slamming the frosted door shut, locking him out.
"I'm heading out. Stay in the maid's room until I return."
Kagura shrugged, dressed, combed his wet hair, and headed to Eriri's second-floor studio.
Saki didn't reply, leaning against the wall where he'd taken her, blushing, head bowed in "self-reflection."
Thick semen oozed from her secret place, sticky on her thighs, her vagina hot and sore, yet a faint, nagging thrill lingered…
Moments later, Saki scooped the mix of semen and nectar from below, her hand full. Cracking the door, she peeked out, ensuring no one was there, then raised her hand to her lips, tasting the indescribably foul yet beloved liquid.
"Sickeningly sweet… Jerk…"
Saki savored it, eyes closed, then returned to the shower to cleanse herself. Semen wasn't sweet, but Kagura's "deceitful nonsense" was cloyingly so. She washed thoroughly, rinsing her vulva gently, but skipped the tub, fearing semen might leak and embarrass her if someone cleaned it.
Soon, Kagura reached Eriri's studio door.
Knock knock—
He rapped, and the door flew open. Eriri, stern-faced, pointed accusingly. "You're late! One minute overdue!"
"Late? Seriously?"
"Didn't you say seven or eight minutes? It's been over nine! Planning to argue?"
"Seven or eight is an estimate. You're in high school; don't you get that?"
Ignoring her, Kagura brushed past her shoulder, entered, and locked the door.
The studio was familiar, paint racks scattered but tidier than before. A large bronze-framed mirror, reminiscent of the Mirror of Erised, dominated. Not long ago, due to Eriri's foolish suggestion, Kagura had passionately taken her there.
Her hips were remarkably supple…
His gaze drifted to her backside.
"What… What?!" Eriri clutched her rear, blinking frantically, face taut. "Today's not for that!"
"What's that? Clarify. It sounds awkward, like we have some illicit bond."
"It's—You know what I mean!"
"Oh?" Kagura shrugged, turning away. "So, why the rush? Can't even soak in peace."
"Come, sit."
Eriri grabbed his wrist, pulling him to a purple-backed three-seater sofa.
Unsure of her intentions, Kagura checked the cushion for tacks before sitting. Eriri, noting his caution, scoffed softly, "What do you take me for? I wouldn't hide nails in a sofa…"
"You tell me to sit but keep standing. Feels like you're up to something." Kagura crossed his right leg over his left, leaning back, arms spread, adopting a "boss" pose, nodding at her. "I'm seated. Speak."
"Well, jerk brother…" Eriri crossed her arms, eyeing him up and down.
"Can you get to the point?"
"It's just… cough," Eriri cleared her throat, standing tall. "I heard you're taking a student. Is… Is that true?"
Her tone turned sneaky, as if taking a student were a covert affair.
"True. I visited their house this morning."
"I see~~," Eriri snapped her fingers, glancing at the ceiling light, her eyes darting to him. "So, what's this student like? Boy or girl? Age? School? Looks? Got a photo?"
"Shouldn't the focus be their piano skills…?"
Kagura sighed, shaking his head.
"Forget details! Answer me!"
"Your questions are details…"
"Whatever! Spill it!"
Eriri whipped her head, her damp twintails flicking.
"Why care about a student? It's not like they're learning art from you." Kagura dodged, rolling his eyes.
"You—" Eriri glared, then pointed at his chest. "If I took a student without telling you…"
"You? A student?" Kagura chuckled, stroking his chin. "You lack the skill and fame to teach. You're better off as a student yourself."
"Gahhh—!! You're underestimating me?!" Eriri stomped, fists clenched, aiming for his toes. He tucked his legs onto the sofa, causing her to miss, hitting the floor, numbing her foot.
"Ow ow ow…!" Eriri collapsed, clutching her foot, rolling like a golden-haired squid, wailing, "So mean~~~!! Unbelievable—!! Who bullies like this?!"
Her golden hair, of course.
"You try to stomp my foot, hit the floor, and blame me? That was some force!"
Kagura felt phantom pain in his toes.
"It's just a toe! Let me stomp it!"
Eriri stopped rolling, glaring through teary eyes.
"Come on, put your foot here. I'll stomp it."
Kagura pointed to the floor.
"What if you break my toes?!"
"Didn't think of that when you aimed for mine?"
"Hmph!" Eriri sat cross-legged, unladylike, untangling her left twintail, muttering, "Girls and guys have different strength. I wouldn't break yours, but you'd kill me!"
She wore a yellow sundress with a long hem, safe even cross-legged.
Though, rolling earlier, her orange-white striped panties had flashed. Kagura didn't mention it.
"Nonsense. Strength differs, sure, but I'd hold back. You jumped, using gravity to crush me!"
"That's…" Exposed, Eriri crossed her arms, turning away, grumbling, "You belittled my art skills!"
"Didn't say they're worthless, just not teacher-level." Kagura leaned closer, patting her head. "You don't want to ruin 'Kashiwagi Eri's' reputation, do you?"
"Hmph… Need you to tell me?"
Eriri swatted his hand, mood lifting, bouncing up, shaking her skirt. "So, you rushed from your bath, hair wet, to ask about my student?"
"Why not?" Eriri smoothed her skirt, stretching her legs, sitting beside him. Initially annoyed, she giggled at his wet hair, elbowing him. "Move over, you're crowding me."
"Your butt's not that big. It's a three-seater! Me in the middle, you on the side—perfect."
"You're supposed to be a gentleman! How dare you comment on a lady's hips?! And with a lady present, you should've moved over first!"
"My sister's not exactly a 'lady.'"
"What?!" Eriri slapped her chest, blushing. "Even if they're small, I've got breasts! And below… cough How am I not a lady?!"
"No lady acts like this." Kagura wrapped his right arm around her shoulder, nodding at her stiffened form. "Spoil your brother a bit."
"Ugh… Ha… Gah…"
"Gah?"
"N-Nothing." Eriri clenched her fists on her skirt, sneaking a glance, then closed her eyes, leaning slightly on his shoulder. "I'll… lean a bit… Not spoiling you! Just… you hugged me, and slapping you would embarrass you, so I'm leaning… slightly. Don't get cocky!"
"Fine… Not cocky."
"Be a little cocky! I'm leaning here!"
"Tch…" Kagura chuckled, rubbing his chin. Eriri sighed, satisfied, and they sat quietly until she spoke. "So… answer my questions?"
"About the student?"
"Obviously. Don't play dumb."
"Didn't plan to take one, but there's a fated connection… Their technique and poise are decent. I can guide them."
Seeing her comfortable, Kagura leaned his head toward her, closing his eyes.
"Oh? But you dodged all my questions, circling around?"
"Finish your bit about taking a student."
"Not taking one!" Eriri gritted her teeth, slapping her knee. "No time. Just said it."
"Then we're done."
"Ugh… You're a man! You first!"
"Fine…" Kagura sighed. "It started the second night of Golden Week…"
He briefed her, omitting Renka and time-travel parts.
"A sixth-grade girl…?"
Eriri's face soured, sitting up, brushing her left shoulder as if dirty, scooting away dramatically.
"Hey! I'm not teaching her because she's a cute loli! That's clear!"
"Really? Sounds like you're emphasizing the opposite." Eriri pounced, strangling him, shaking. "Jerk brother, not enough with a doll girl, now elementary kids?!"
"What nonsense!" Kagura pushed her off, rolling his eyes. "All my explanations about meeting her were for nothing?"
"Don't be crude," Eriri crossed her legs, primly. "They're valid evidence, I suppose."
"…" Kagura shrugged. "She's the dean's daughter. I owe him favors, so I'm helping out."
"Photo?"
"Don't have one."
"What's she look like?"
"About…" Kagura pondered, recalling Rumi's poised piano playing. "A mini Yukino, maybe."
"Damn…" Eriri turned, muttering, "Black-haired, long-haired wins?"
"What?"
"Nothing~" Eriri spun back, feigning a sweet smile. "I mean, I'm eager to meet her. When's she coming?"
"Two weeks from now, weekend. You were just griping, now you're eager? No draft for your lies!"
"No such thing," Eriri kept up the act. "I'm thrilled for you, dear brother, finding a fitting student."
—Damn that kid, just wait…!
"…" Kagura scoffed, looking away.
"Anyway, first issue settled!" Eriri, sensing his disinterest, clapped, shifting gears. "Now, No. 2!"
"What else? Wait, who told you about the student?"
"Mom, obviously. Both Hayasakas are yours now. Even big Hayasaka's all smiles!"
"Stop nicknaming people."
Kagura tapped her head.
—Sayuri wasn't that drunk that night… She listened.
"Ugh…" Eriri clutched her head, blushing, grumbling, "Fine, you protect little Hayasaka, now big Hayasaka too?"
"You're just as bad, acting like I stole Qiong."
"Hmph!" Eriri stood, shaking her skirt, facing him. "Second thing, cooperate!"
"Tell me."
Kagura uncrossed his legs, stretching.
"Simple—" Eriri darted behind a canvas, carefully presenting a pale tea in a bone china cup, complete with saucer, its clarity reflecting Kagura's handsome face. "Dear brother, drink this and share your thoughts~"
"Huh?" Kagura eyed the odd liquid, frowning. "What's this?"
His sister wouldn't offer knockout tea, would she?
"Just tea from special leaves! Nothing suspicious!"
"…?"
That screamed "suspicious, doubt me."
"Explain what it is first."
Kagura shook his head, holding the cup warily.
"Hey! I'm your sister! Trust me a bit!"
"Your tone, actions, everything's suspicious. How can I trust?" Pointing at the tea, he insisted, "Spill, or I'm not drinking."
"Tch, no guts!" Eriri turned, arms crossed, muttering, "Fine, don't drink. Give it back!"
"Here."
Kagura handed it over.
"You're really not drinking?"
"What is it?"
Seeing her pitiful look, he softened.
"Ugh… It's… It's…" Eriri stammered, covering her face, whispering, "My… lady tea…"
"Lady tea?"
The name alone sounded bizarre.
"It's… JK holy water!"
"…???"
Kagura questioned reality, resisting the urge to splash it on her.
"Mad?"
Eriri peeked through her fingers, eyes mischievous.
"Pretty mad… My seventeen-year-old twin sister pees in a cup for me to drink. How sick are you?"
Kagura swirled the cup, glaring.
He'd tasted "holy water" before—Ai's, pre-purification via her "Spring" tool, occasionally during climaxes. A sip or two was normal.
"No choice… I'm drawing a scene like this. As my art assistant, you need to give feedback. How else do I draw it?"
"Why not try it yourself first?!" Kagura gaped, adding, "You're drawing women being dominated, right? Why make me, a guy, drink your lady tea? Changing genres?"
"No way!" Eriri dropped her hands, fuming. "Making you drink mine is the best option, period!"
"I'm not drinking~ Your best option is drinking it yourself!" Kagura thrust the cup back.
If it were Ai's, he'd consider it—her "lady tea" was fragrant purified water, harmless. Still, he preferred it during intimacy, not straight.
"Ugh! Drink my own pee? No way!"
"Borrow some from Qiong."
"She'd think I'm a pervert! How can you, her brother, push me into that?!"
"Is your image with Qiong even positive?"
Eriri's expression shifted, and they locked eyes, glaring.
Eriri: Fine… Qiong's caught me masturbating at night plenty…
"If I drank someone else's pee for inspiration, you'd be thrilled, huh?"
After thirty seconds of tension, Eriri hid the cup behind the canvas.
"Not really."
"Hmph~ I'm drawing SM with guys dominating girls. If I got another guy to drink, you'd be satisfied?"
Eriri turned, feigning departure.
"Oh?" Kagura gripped her shoulder, teeth gritted. "A Spencer heiress doing that?"
—Though, I, a Spencer heir, have done similar, just with women.
"You won't drink mine, won't let me try others. What do I do?!"
Eriri spun, righteous, snarling back.
"I'm done!" Kagura pointed at his crotch, face dark. "You want the taste for your art, chasing authenticity? As your brother, I'll give you mine!"
"Ew? Ewww—~~~!!!" Eriri clutched her chest, blushing, trembling.
"You want real? Want the taste?! Perfect, I need to piss. Kneel, open your mouth!"
"What are you saying?! I can't… You can't…!" Eriri waved, retreating, but his grip held her against the wall.
"You thought of drinking others' pee, but I can't say this? Rather than you doing that with someone else, I'll take the fall!"
Kagura's left hand undid his belt.
Eriri's sneaky "tea" trick was too much. If she wanted him to drink, she should've lifted her skirt, sat on his face. A cup? Lame!
"Don't… Don't…" Eriri cowered, squatting, covering her eyes, shivering.
Seeing her, Kagura lost his bullying urge, refastening his belt, patting her head. "Don't want to drink? Don't make others. Got it?"
"Ugh…" Eriri whimpered, silent.
"Learn your lesson. If you need full authenticity, you're drawing sex. Gonna find someone for that? That's deadly."
"…" Eriri hid her face, mortified.
"Anything else? I'm heading back."
"…" Silence.
Kagura turned to leave, but Eriri grabbed his pant leg.
Looking back, she kept her head down, murmuring, "I… I could… drink it…"
"???"
This sister's beyond saving.
"You'd really drink?"
Kagura's eyes held disdain.
"…" Eriri released him, covering her face, squatting silently.
"Fine, assume you're joking. I'm gone."
"Wait…" Eriri, face hidden, spoke. "Jerk brother… Haven't you ever fantasized about this?"
"About what?"
"Taking a girl to ecstasy, grabbing her hair, laughing wickedly, and drenching her beautiful face with your pee."
"…"
Kagura hadn't. He preferred semen over pee.
But pee's humiliation factor was stronger—likely what Eriri, an extreme SM artist, chased.
"Want to… try? Just the second part! Not the first!" Eriri uncovered her face, revealing a burning blush. Kagura felt awkward; her "try it" talk made him instantly hard.
Shamefully erect in a flash.
"You'd really drink…?"
"Just say you'll do it!" Eriri bit her lip, staring earnestly, shy but fearing rejection.
"I… Fine, let's try." At his words, Eriri covered her face again, squatting, tucking her skirt between her legs, opening her mouth with an "Ah—".
Her cherry-glossed lips, pink tongue, and glistening saliva moved enticingly.
Seeing Eriri pose as a receptacle, Kagura felt a pang of guilt.
Her covered eyes added a coerced vibe.
"Be… careful. Don't get my clothes, and… not too much. Aim so I can swallow a sip… I'm just tasting, not craving it. I'm not a pervert!"
Eriri's weak defense continued.
"Got it…"
Kagura stepped closer, undoing his belt, dropping his pants and boxers to his knees, left hand slapping the wall, right gripping his painfully hard cock, relieved she wasn't looking. Erect in front of my sister? Brother fail.
As he brought it close, Eriri subtly sniffed, catching the faint masculine scent.
Thanks to prior cleaning spells, it wasn't reeking of semen and nectar from Saki.
Eyes covered, Eriri hesitated to close her mouth, forcing it wider.
"Hiss…" Kagura struggled to pee while erect.
"Say… Say before you pee… Give me a heads-up…"
Eriri's plea sounded desperate.
"Phew…" Kagura, ready, replied, "Okay."
Next, Eriri felt warm flesh graze her lips, entering her open mouth.
Panicked, she thought: Wait, wait! What?! It's in?! Kagura's… Is he making me blow him?! This is too much! Sticking it in my mouth—only means a blowjob, right? At least warn me! So thick! I could bite it!
Kagura only inserted it to avoid splashing her clothes.
"Here goes…"
He warned honestly.
Eriri, expecting a blowjob, thought: Starting?! What's starting?! I have to… suck? Wait… I've never done this…!
Blindly, Eriri, heart steeled, engulfed his cock.
Kagura jolted, and pee surged out.
Eriri, tasting the rush, realized her mistake, groaning "Ugh—!" to signal her mouth was full, urging him to pull out.
Kagura stopped, stepping back, withdrawing.
Pop~ Her tight grip made a champagne-cork sound, mortifying him.
Turning, he pulled up his pants, buckling. "That's it, right?"
—Her saliva's on my tip… Damn, why'd she suck? Crazy…
Heart racing, Eriri, equally shaken, savored the hot stream, not semen but thrilling.
"Mmm…" Eriri swallowed, hand shielding her lips, murmuring, "Go to the bathroom… That's all for today. See you tomorrow."
Her tongue swirled, eyes closed, both ignoring the brief "blowjob," relieving Kagura. If she'd looked up pitifully, he might've bowed in apology.
Kagura fled to his room, while Eriri, locking the door, curled up on the sofa they'd shared, sucking her middle and ring fingers, mimicking the act.
—So that's a cock's taste… And pee… Slightly bitter… I wonder about semen…
Kagura spent ages in the bathroom, panting through it.
Eriri didn't seek him out again. They skipped dining together, having meals delivered. Kagura shared his with Saki, who ate little, her stomach still full of his semen.
After dinner.
"Saki, we need to talk."
Kagura returned the dishes to the cart, re-entering, locking the door.
Saki, now in a pristine maid outfit, impeccably groomed, emerged from the changing room, having brushed her teeth while he tidied.
"Yes… What is it?"
In work mode, Saki activated her maid demeanor.
She stood by his desk, hands clasped, right over left, her heeled boots enhancing her statuesque grace.
"Tomorrow's meeting," Kagura sat on the bed, stretching. "Guests include classmates and others. Is that okay?"
"Okay…? Why wouldn't it be?"
Saki frowned, puzzled.
"I'm lenient with my women. If you're uneasy about classmates seeing you as a maid here, or anything else, just say so."
Kagura leaned forward, hands on knees, watching her intently.