Dylan remained silent, hoping he wouldn't be found. Slowly, he shifted, moving closer to the doorway that Maya was guarding. But then, "Clatter," he accidentally knocked against the glass shelf, making it wobble and causing an object inside to fall.
Ellie immediately turned to look at the glass shelf, then walked over to it. Ellie looked at the glass shelf and felt along its right and left sides, even pressing her hand to the wall. Then Ellie turned her back. Dylan felt a moment of relief, but suddenly, "Griiiiip," Ellie's hand shot out behind her and instantly squeezed Dylan's most crucial part between his legs.
"Aaaaw... l-let go," Dylan cried out, forgetting to stay quiet because Ellie was squeezing him there.
"Finally, you showed up, hehe... it's useless for you to disappear. I recognize your scent. You instantly moved behind me when I turned around, didn't you?" Ellie said, smiling and turning to face him without releasing his parts.
"Ow... ow... let go, seriously... that hurts, you know! Yes, yes... I followed you, now let go," Dylan pleaded.
"Why did you come in here?" Ellie asked sternly.
"I... I was just messing around... sorry," Dylan replied. "Hey C.A.T.S., you said vanish has no presence, so why did I get caught?" Dylan asked in his head.
[What they smelled was your pheromones, sir, not your body odor. Like I said, they're obsessed, and they're also pregnant, so their hormones are high, so it's clear they could smell something that unconsciously emerged from your most crucial part.]
"Uuuuh... why didn't you tell me that?" Dylan replied.
[Because you needed to be caught by them, and deep down, sir, you actually wanted to be caught by them too.]
"Grr... you're awful. I'm not a masochist," Dylan replied.
Lena, Maya, and Amy immediately rushed over to Dylan and Ellie. All four stared at Dylan, and Ellie finally released her hand, much to Dylan's relief. Then Dylan glanced at the door, and he saw that the wardrobe door was tightly closed.
"Um... how about we talk outside?" Dylan suggested, looking down and clutching his parts.
But what the four of them saw was Dylan's lower half, and "Ssshhk," without further ado, all four of them began to take off their clothes.
"Before talking, you have to be punished first," Amy said breathlessly.
"That's right, come and take your punishment," Lena added breathlessly.
"Okay, I brought these," Maya added, pulling out a box of condoms, breathing hard.
"Hurry up and take off your pants," Ellie added, gripping Dylan's pants, breathing hard.
"Hick... fine," Dylan replied, resigned, and was forced to open his pants.
Finally, they took turns with Dylan in the room that looked like a temple, while also keeping watch in the empty space outside the wardrobe so no one would enter the room while they waited their turn.
***
An hour later, at the dining table downstairs, after dinner, Aaron turned to look at Dylan, who seemed weak, exhausted, and drained of energy next to him.
"What's wrong, bro?" Aaron asked.
"Nothing... don't worry about it," Dylan replied.
"Um... all the older girls look cheerful. What just happened?" Clara asked, looking at Ellie, Lena, Maya, and Amy.
"Nothing," all four of them replied cheerfully in unison.
"Can I go play with Iris upstairs?" Fiona asked.
"Sure, go ahead," Ellie replied.
"Okay, let's go, Iris," Fiona invited.
"Yeah, let's go, Fiona," Iris replied.
Fiona immediately ran, hand-in-hand with Iris, up the stairs. Then Aaron and Clara also stood up, taking their dirty plates along with Fiona's and Iris's.
"I'll wash the dishes first, then I'll go keep an eye on Fiona and Iris upstairs, okay?" Aaron said.
"Yeah, go right ahead. We'll wash our plates ourselves later," Ellie said.
"See you later, girls," Clara added.
After Aaron and Clara left, the atmosphere became silent. Dylan, Ellie, Maya, Lena, and Amy weren't saying a word, but suddenly,
"I'm sorry, honey... I've been stalking you all this time. Please don't hate me. I did it because I love you... forgive me," Ellie said, breaking the silence and looking down.
"It's not just Ellie, babe, I'm the same... here," Amy said, handing a sketchbook and a thick book to Dylan.
Dylan took them. The sketchbook was full of comic panels depicting him and Amy in various situations like a story, and the thick book contained an explicit novel that practically said, "This is what I want to do with you." "Gulp," Dylan swallowed hard as he read it, his face turning red. Suddenly, Maya took his hand.
"They're not the only ones. I'm not as good as Ellie at collecting photos and your things, and not like Amy who pours everything onto paper, but I collect this," Maya said, pulling three laboratory ampoules from her pocket with marks like dirty water clinging to the inside of the bottles.
"W-What are these?" Dylan asked, taking one bottle and reading the writing.
It turned out those bottles were filled with Dylan's dried sweat from 10th grade until 12th grade. The marks inside the bottles were his sweat, collected daily until it dried, leaving a residue. Then Dylan turned to look at Lena, who seemed to be chewing something. Lena noticed Dylan staring at her.
"Sorry... if I like this, please don't be mad, okay?" Lena said.
Lena pulled three small, clear plastic bags from her shirt pocket and placed them on the table. It turned out the bags contained a large amount of his hair from when he was in 10th to 12th grade, which Lena was eating as a "snack." He just realized this because compared to the others, Lena was the one who hugged him most often, even though he never felt close to her.
Then Dylan looked at the four girls' faces, all looking down at him, with Lena still chewing something.
"Th-They're crazy," Dylan muttered in his head.
[They do all this because they love you, sir. Don't be angry with them.]
"I'm not angry... but honestly... I'm just scared," Dylan replied in his head.
"Are you... mad at me?" Ellie asked.
"Oh... no... but how can I put this... could you guys stop these habits of yours? I'm already with you, right? Why did you go this far?" Dylan asked.
"Because none of us could talk to you... even though I went to the bookstore every day," Amy said.
"Yeah... that's true. Even though I often greeted you, hugged you... I was too scared to go any further," Lena added.
"I'm the same... especially after Dad called off my engagement to you," Ellie added.
"I'm also the same as them. I never dared to speak to you... even though we were in the same class in 10th grade and sat next to each other, I avoided you instead... I'm sorry," Maya added.
"Okay, in that case, I get it. But please stop all this... you four are pregnant now... and I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you and taking responsibility for all four of you, I promise. So you don't need to keep up those habits anymore," Dylan said.
The four of them immediately stood up and hugged Dylan all at once. Dylan stretched out his arms and hugged them all back, then he also pressed his face to each of their bellies. After that,
"Now it's your turn to tell us your secret because you already know our worst secret. I don't want there to be any secrets between us," Ellie, Amy, Lena, and Maya said with a frightening smile.
Dylan immediately realized he was trapped and couldn't talk his way out of it now.
"Hey C.A.T.S., what do I do? I'm trapped," Dylan said in his head.
[What can you do, right? I told you they would find out someday... maybe today's the day.]
"Grr... did you set all this up?" Dylan asked.
[Sorry, I have to go, sir.]
"Huh... running away? Hey C.A.T.S.... C.A.T.S.... answer me, C.A.T.S.... don't run away, you damn cat," Dylan yelled in his head while staring at the four girls whose breathing had become quick and heavy again, ready to pounce on him if he refused to tell them.