"Mm~"
"No, I can't drink anymore."
After several rounds of the game, Saotome Seiko drank two more glasses of drinks. The functioning of her brain gradually became sluggish, the alcohol making her somewhat disoriented.
Pinching the little belly fat under her clothes, it was filled with fruit-flavored liquid. When she walked, she felt the soft flesh in her abdomen sway back and forth, rocking front and back.
"Oh, it's my turn to draw a card again, isn't it?"
The hazy Saotome Seiko took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and drew a punishment card, then opened her eyes to check it with a nervous heart.
"Saotome Seiko, what is it?"
Noticing the girl's flushed face, Nobi Hiroshi couldn't help but ask with a chuckle.
"It says..."
She hesitantly placed the card on the coffee table. The long string of text and symbols was particularly striking in its layout.
[Do the most intimate thing with a male present, no time limit]
"The most intimate thing, I think we've already done that, haven't we?"
Saotome Seiko looked at Nobi Hiroshi uneasily, mumbling shyly.
"Mm-hmm, Saotome Seiko, kissing can't be considered the most intimate thing. It requires a deeper understanding, you know."
Nobi Hiroshi leaned into her ear, explaining some 'growth-type' knowledge. Saotome Seiko, hearing this, sobered up a bit from her drunkenness and hastily shook her head in refusal.
"How can I do something like that? No, absolutely not!"
Her heart pounded rapidly, her palms began to sweat, her face was flushed, and her breathing was quick and hot, emitting a sweet, alluring scent of wine.
"Why not? You've already kissed. Do you really have no feelings for me at all, Saotome Seiko?"
"No... it's not that, this punishment is just too..."
Relying on the last shred of reason remaining in her heart, Saotome Seiko softly retorted.
"Just don't think of it as a punishment."
"Actually, friends who are best friends do this kind of thing."
Nobi Hiroshi smiled gently, then, without a word, picked up the girl and ran "thump-thump-thump" up to the bedroom on the second floor. Her almost negligible struggles could basically be ignored.
Seeing this, substitute player Shizuka pulled back her chair and unhurriedly followed them upstairs. After all, this was a relay race, and individual ability alone was not enough to complete the entire course.
"Hiroshi, what are you doing..."
The girl's soft murmurs came from his neck.
Her warm, sweet breath passed through his collar and into his chest, putting Hiroshi into a state of readiness.
At dawn's cloud, mighty and spirited, resisting the surface of the moon.
"Of course, I'm punishing you according to the game rules. Saotome Seiko, you wouldn't want to renege, would you?"
Nobi Hiroshi held her perky buttocks at the waist and gently laid the girl down on the soft bed.
Her cool face was a little blurry, flushed with a rosy blush under the influence of alcohol.
"Mm... Ah~!"
"No, what kind of intimate thing is this? I don't want to play anymore!"
With a delicate cry, her jade-like legs suddenly pressed together. She hadn't expected this punishment to be so painful.
Saotome Seiko trembled all over, her mouth clearly open, yet she completely held her breath, even clenching her fists tightly.
The great voyage path was blocked, so Nobi Hiroshi could only suppress his desire to sail and focus on taking care of the two red date trees on the hill.
Kissing and whispering sweet nothings until the waterway was completely clear, the large ship could finally set sail, but it only sank into the vortex of the water.
"Mm, ha~"
A cute whimper sounded from her nasal cavity. After a long while, Saotome Seiko finally let out a sigh of relief, rambling incoherently as her body and mind completely relaxed.
"This is intimacy, it feels so good, I love it..."
Turning over onto the ship, tossed and turned on the turbulent sea, every word Saotome Seiko uttered was interspersed with ragged breaths, her head tilted back as if in a daze, exhaling hot breaths one after another.
It wasn't until she completely lost consciousness that she reached the shipping lane. The warehouse was full of supplies sent by Nobi Hiroshi, an endless supply.
"Hmph, are you satisfied now?"
The door was pushed open from the outside, Shizuka glared at Hiroshi through gritted teeth.
A large section of the bedsheet was wet, and the overwhelmed Saotome Seiko was sound asleep, sprawled out in all directions, fully displaying her terunsu storage warehouse, which had already overflowed.
"Satisfied? Not really. After all, a girl's first combat power is very limited, it's more like a warm-up."
Nobi Hiroshi eagerly pulled Shizuka into his arms, ready to begin the second great voyage.
"Mm..."
Bowing her head, she obediently offered her tongue.
Shizuka kissed Hiroshi back while reaching her hand under her skirt to grope, and in a short while, she pulled out a white pair of panties and tossed them away.
Dragon's roar and phoenix's cry, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill lasted all night. Even Saotome Seiko, who woke up in the middle, participated, and Nobi Hiroshi and the other two continuously explored new ways to use the Martial Soul Fusion.
The long night was still young. Outside the window, the wind and rain were mixed with thunder, and after the clamor, everything eventually returned to peace.
"Is it morning?"
Nobi Hiroshi opened his eyes. His two arms were a little numb. He didn't know when he had been sandwiched like a sandwich, and even a simple twist of his body felt incredibly difficult.
"Don't go..."
The drowsy Saotome Seiko murmured softly, pressing down on Nobi Hiroshi's shoulder and adjusting her position.
Her small nose exhaled breath onto his neck. Without the protection of her panties, he felt a familiar sensation.
"Sa... Saotome Seiko, calm down for a moment. I need to go to the bathroom."
Gently patting her randomly swaying little buttocks, Nobi Hiroshi found it somewhat amusing.
After tasting the sweetness, it was as if he had become a different person; Nobita's consciousness was hazy, and he was thinking about doing that kind of thing even before he fully woke up.
"Click~"
Nobi Hiroshi, dressed in a hurry, rushed down to the bathroom on the first floor to relieve himself.
"Hehe, good morning, Seiji."
"You probably can't move easily right now, can you? I'll have Hiroshi send you back later; you should rest at home all day today."
Shizuka, who had woken up, blinked her big eyes, comforting her comrade beside her, and thoughtfully helped her clean up the remaining stains.
"Mm, thank you, Shizuka…"
"Now I can understand why you don't get jealous. It hurts so much…"
Seiji's eyebrows furrowed, and she shivered, taking a sharp breath. The cost of intimacy was backfiring; she didn't even need to look to know it was swollen.
The punishment from last night, which had felt like floating in the clouds, was indescribable; she was at a loss for words. Overall, it meant she had been completely conquered.
"Get some good rest…"
Naked, Shizuka casually walked to the wardrobe to change her clothes, comforting her little sister with the authority of a palace master.
Bending down and lifting her leg, a brand new crescent moon returned to its original position.
Pulling off her pajamas, she put on a black slim-fit tank top, paired with a beige pleated knee-length skirt. The skirt hem was light and flowing, swaying up and down with her movements, as if carrying a hint of fresh breeze.
"Not bad, this is it."
Shizuka spun around in front of the mirror, admiring her new outfit, then squatted down contentedly, slipping her feet into a pair of smooth white stockings.
On her instep, the bite marks from lips and teeth were clearly visible, full of ambiguity and temptation.