Chapter 5

Correction—His sister wasn’t half asleep, she was 80 percent asleep, and she was leaning into his back. He didn’t know what the manners were like in this world, but he defended himself just in case. “Uhh, no I didn’t. Anyway, I’m Sora. I’ve never had a girlfriend in my life, and I’m looking!” “…That is of no concern to me!” However, seeming to lack the drive to engage the matter, Stephanie continued weakly. “What concerns me is what happened during the day.” Day—day. What was she talking about? To begin with, what time was it? He didn’t see any sunlight from the window, but—. Glancing at his phone, he saw that four hours had gone by since he’d gone to sleep—no wonder he was tired. “During the day, you told me as you passed by, ‘You’re being hoodwinked.’” While making sleepy noises, the sister still perhaps had heard them, for she said with her eyes closed: “…So…you lost?” The sister’s attitude seemed to strike a nerve. “Why, yes… Yes, I lost! Now everything is over!” As Stephanie stood up and cried out, Sora covered his ears. “Uh, I’m sleep-deprived and you’re giving me a headache, so, if you could please not shout so much…” Stephanie slammed her bag onto the table in a blind rage, apparently having no ears for Sora’s modest request. Her shriek rose further. “If you knew she was cheating, then couldn’t you at least have told me how she did it? If I showed everyone, I could have won!” Remembering the notes he was looking through on his phone before sleeping, Sora said: “Hmm… The Eighth of the Ten Covenants: ‘If cheating is discovered in a game, it shall be counted as a loss.’ That one.” So just knowing that they were cheating wasn’t enough. “Discovered”—it meant you had to prove they were cheating for it to count as a loss. “And now I’ve lost! Thanks to you, I’ve been eliminated from the running for the monarch!” “…In…other words…” Shiro gurgled out a sleepy comment. “…you lost…so you’re pissed, and you’re taking it out on…us?” The words showed no intent to cushion their meaning, and Stephanie ground her teeth at their accuracy. “Oh, Sister. If we’re going to throw gas on the fire, let’s not pretend to be asleep while we do it.” “…Hmph… What, how’d you know.” “Come on, I know you woke up when I said I’m looking for a girlfriend…We already don’t have anyone on our side in this place, you know; we gotta, like, be nice—” —But. Sora, having said that much, suddenly got an idea. Sensing something in the change in her brother’s expression, Shiro spoke no more. Meanwhile, as if he’d had a change of personality, Sora’s mouth twisted in a grin: “—Well, my sister is right, after all. It’s no wonder the human race is failing.” “…What did you say?” Stephanie pulled the corners of her mouth taut. But Sora ignored her and intentionally cast his gaze crassly over her body. A frill-covered puff of a dress befitting a princess in a fantasy world was not enough to hide her voluptuous figure as his eyes almost licked over it. Choosing exactly the words best suited to infuriate her—he said: “You couldn’t even see through cheating like that, and now you’re taking it out on us…and then showing your anger on your face when a little kid calls you out on it—you’re such a stooge. If this is the old king’s bloodline, no wonder you’re failing.” Sora looked at her with the kind of eyes used to pity an animal of low intelligence. Stephanie’s eyes opened wide, and then she glared with an expression trembling in anger. “………Take it…back.” “Take it back? Ha-ha, what for?” “Say what you will about me—but I cannot allow you to mock my grandfather!” Stephanie looked as if about to eat him alive, but Sora just grinned back, even waving his hand. “You couldn’t see her cheating because you were on the defensive—people like you who want to win as safely as they can without taking any risks are too busy protecting themselves to actually see what the other player is doing.” Chuckling contemptuously, he let fly. “Simpleminded, short fuse, no emotional control, conservative. Honestly speaking, you never had a chance.” “—If you’d just shut up and listen to me—!!” Stephanie got up from her chair looking as if about to grab him, but Sora interrupted. “Then let’s play a game.” “…Uh, um, wha?” Taken aback. But with unconcealed suspicion, Stephanie listened to Sora’s words. “What, you don’t have to think too hard about it. Just rock-paper-scissors. You know it? Rock-paper-scissors.” “Rock—? I, uh…well, certainly.” “Great, I’m glad to hear you have it in this world, too. So, we’ll play that. But—” He lifted a finger. Slowly and carefully, Sora explained: “Not ordinary rock-paper-scissors—you ready? I’m only going to throw paper.” “—What?” “If I throw anything else, I lose… But, if I throw something else that beats you, you lose, too, so it’s a draw—and, of course, if I throw anything else and you have the same thing, then I lose.” “” If he throws anything other than paper, he loses? Not comprehending what this man was saying, Stephanie raised her guard still further. “—And what is the wager?” Sora grinned as if to say—Glad we could get straight to the point. “If you win, I’ll do anything and everything you ask. I can explain to you the reason you lost, the truth about the cheating…and if you tell me to die for having insulted your idiotic gramps, then that’s that.” “……You little…!” “—And! If I win. You have to do anything and everything I ask.” Sora’s face was jovial but colder than ice as it stretched into an unsettling smile. Crudely, repulsively, and—mercilessly, even, he continued: “I’m putting my life on the line here—surely you don’t mind staking your chastity and such?” Stephanie felt the blood that had boiled up to her head draw back with a chill. This did, however, cool her head, and, carefully—she asked: “—What if…we draw?” “I’ll just give you a hint about the cheating…and, in return…” Sora made a sudden reversal, smiling while scratching his head bashfully. “Perhaps you can grant me just one little favor. We should be able to get by for a few days with what we’ve got—but, to tell you the truth, after our four nights here, we won’t have any food or place to stay. We were already worrying about what to do next…” “—In other words, you want me to provide you with accommodation?” Sora responded to Stephanie’s words with a bubbly smile. —Was that all? Apparently this guy just wanted to freeload for a while. “What do you saaay? You backing out?” “……” “Well, it’s true that even if you learn about her cheating now, it’s not like you’ll get to be queen anymore. I can see you love to play defensively, and there’s no real need for you to take such a risk, so you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” An all-too-blatant provocation. It was too easy to see through—but Stephanie decided to go along with it regardless. “…Very well, Sir, I shall take you up on your challenge—Aschente!” —This word was an oath signifying a game under the Ten Covenants. An oath to the God that one was ready and willing to follow the Ten Covenants—in a gamble that was absolutely binding. “Okay, then I’m down…Aschente.” Sora made his oath, accompanied by a grin—and a comment that obscured his true purpose. Stephanie, however, was already furiously churning through thoughts in her head. —He’s only going to throw paper? Does he think that if he says that I’m just going to obediently throw scissors? Looking at the conditions he proposed—his intention is obvious. He’s playing for a draw—that’s the only way to look at it. This man just wants a place to stay—and he doesn’t even actually know how she cheated. Surely that was the truth. If he loses if he doesn’t throw paper, then the possible outcomes for each of my choices are—Rock: two wins to one loss. Scissors: two wins to one draw. Paper: one win to two draws. After he declared that he’d only throw paper. If I were just going to throw scissors, he’d throw rock. He must be thinking of laughing at me, Yep, just as I planned; props for innocence, moron. That said, if I throw paper—I won’t lose no matter what. It will almost certainly be a draw, which is just what he wants. —This cur thinks there’s no way I’ll throw rock—. Because it’s the only way I could lose! —Playing me for a fool—! Whether I throw rock or scissors, my odds of winning are two to one. I won’t let him have his way—I won’t let him have his draw!…Stephanie stared daggers through Sora. “—!” —But after glaring at Sora’s face, she swallowed. Truly he was a base and contemptible fellow—but that wasn’t why. It was his cold, thin smile, that of a man who calmly knew he was going to win. Seeing Sora’s expression—once again her risen blood dropped as if splashed with cold water. —No, calm down; think objectively. Stephanie admonished herself and circled her thoughts once more. He’d called her a stooge, emotional, simpleminded—should she allow herself to be provoked by this to prove his point? As she admonished herself thus, Stephanie realized something. —Of course. It’s so obvious. This man—this rogue—has no choice but to throw paper as he declared! There is no other way he can win. Which means—no matter what I throw, he can only throw paper as he declared…If he wins, then lucky him, and, if he draws, it’s just as he planned—that’s how it is! Because he can lose—no matter what he throws! “Well, you about ready yet?” Sora was smiling as if he had already won—but. “I only await you. Are you prepared to uphold the Covenants?” Stephanie answered with the same surety of victory. I can see your hand already—cry out in defeat! “Okay, then let’s go; yeah, rock, paper—” —scissors. Was what Stephanie threw. But her eyes. “Wha” Opened wide at Sora’s rock. “Wha-wha—how could…That wasn’t…” “I give you points for not letting yourself be baited and going straight for the rock—but that’s not enough.” Wiping his silly grin off his face with ruthless composure Sora calmly adjusted his position on the bed and spoke for Stephanie’s inner thoughts. “You were being baited, about to throw rock, the only way you could lose.” “……—” “—But then my expression made you calm down and realize that I had no way to win except by throwing paper.” “—Wha—…” He’d seen through her—wait, so his expression…had been just acting?! “So, that much is fine…but, if you wanted to beat me, you should have thrown paper… Then you would have destroyed my one chance to win, and had twice as much chance of beating me.” —He’d seen through everything—no, led everything. “Ngh—!” Stephanie bit her lip, folded her knees, and put her hands on the floor. He’d known how she’d calm down—and that on top of that, she’d go for the win. —So this was it. This was the reason Stephanie had lost earlier that day. That seemed to be what he was saying. But he went on. “Plus, this whole game is stacked for me to win in the first place.” “I know. You wanted to draw. Fine, I’ll give you a place—” Downcast, Stephanie threw this answer back at him—but. “Yeah, that. That’s the thing.—That’s not what I said, you know?” “Excuse me?” “Think back good and carefully. This is what I said, yeah?” —Perhaps you can grant me just one little favor. We should be able to get by for a few days with what we’ve got—but, to tell you the truth, after our four nights here, we won’t have any food or place to say. We were already worrying about what to do next… “Okay, here’s the question! Did I—say what the little favor was?” “……………What?!” protested Stephanie fiercely, bolting to her feet in a panic. “But—but I asked you, you want a place, right?!” “Yeah, that’s the thing…I never said yes.” Stephanie revved her brain full throttle to play back what had happened just moments before. No place to stay, food, what to do next…these words were just decoration. Sora—this guy—had just smiled. —And the one who had assumed it meant he wanted to freeload was none other than— “Aaaghh.” “Now you see! So listen to my little favor request good and carefully!” With the broadest grin, he pointed at Stephanie with a bang. “Fall in love with me!” ……… ……There was a long silence. The one who broke it was the one who had been silently watching the scene play out: Shiro. “Uhh, Brother?” “Heh-heh-heh, what is it, my sister? Are you speechless in awe of your brother’s perfect plan?” His sister didn’t seem to get it, but Sora went on, drunk on the brilliance of his request. The Sixth of the Ten Covenants—‘Wagers sworn by the Covenants are absolutely binding.’ And, according to the Ninth—they were enforced by the power of the God so as to be impossible to break. Which would mean, of course, that this was regardless of the individual’s will! But—. “…Um… What do you mean…? Said the sister, still confused. Next it was Sora who looked at her incredulously. “Oh, my, how unlike you, my little imouto.” (He liked to throw in foreign words for effect.) “It’s about the bonds of love, you know? If she’s bound by the natural laws of this world to uphold the Covenants, we can expect her to fall at my feet, right? Which means we’ve got our place, we’ve got money, and even personnel. Three birds with one stone!” Sora seemed to be asking: You’re so smart, why can’t you understand that? But Shiro mumbled: “…Why not…‘Be my possession’?” “Hm?” “…Could’ve got everything.” “—Uh, hmm, let’s see.” Sora experienced a moment of disorder. And then he sent his thoughts moving at high speed. If, as his sister suggested, he had commanded ‘Be my possession,’ then his possession’s possessions would all be his automatically— “Uh, that’s funny? It does sound like that would be…uh.” Why hadn’t he thought of it—? She was right. Why was it that when Sora was the one who specialized in this kind of thing, when he was the one who had the ability and the record to back it up, did he—? “………Brother, your personal feelings?” “Oh…” Sora looked at at his sister’s cold eyes, which were half-shut and probably not just from sleepiness. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” He grabbed his head and shrieked. “It—it can’t be…could it be?! Can it be that my contemptible fear that if I miss this chance I’ll never have a girlfriend for the rest of my life clouded my judgment in the moment when it mattered most?! N-no…It can’t—H-how could I make such a—” Inconceivable. That he himself, the key strategist of “ ”, could make such a blunder—it made Sora dizzy. With a sulk in her voice, Shiro continued, even colder. “…Brother, you said you didn’t need a girlfriend… You said…I…was enough.” “I was trying to be cool! I’m sooorrrrrryyyyyyyyy!” Sora got down on his hands and knees and bowed his head before his sister, who pouted on the bed. “Be-because, you know, I can’t fool around with my sister! And, anyway, you’re eleven years old! The police would come take me away! Your brother’s in that time of his life, you know! I’m a young man and I’ve got…” The brother filled the air with a barrage of excuses. The sister looked at him unmoved. Meanwhile… “” Stephanie herself—the one of whom the demand had been made—now ignored, looked down and trembled. Indeed, just as Sora had foreseen, the Covenants could not be refused. They were the absolute law of the world. So—her face became hot and her heartbeat wouldn’t stop. Her chest was constricted by Sora as he now ignored her and bantered with his sister. —Even if it was the law of this world. It couldn’t be. Not for this guy. Not for this asshole. —She couldn’t be—“jealous”! “You really think I’m going along with this?” “Whoa! Holy shit!” From her enraged trembling, Stephanie finally burst out and stood up. Glaring keenly at Sora from the stance of resolutely rejecting the feeling that had been planted in her against her will—yet. “—Ng, nghh!” As soon as they made eye contact, her heart skipped a beat, and her face got even hotter. “Wh-wh-whawhawhat part of that is a ‘little favor’? Wh-what do you think it means to play with a young girl’s heart?!” While shouting with her eyes averted in a desperate attempt to cover it up. As energetically as she had gotten up, her momentum was flagging. “Oh, uh… You see, it’s…like…” Sora scratched his cheek, his gaze floating around awkwardly. Though this was just what he’d originally planned, his tremendous oversight had spoiled the mood, and so he contemplated his options. “Uh, hey, Shiro, what should we do?” “…Don’t ask me…” “Ngg, ghh…” He piteously begged his sister for help and was coldly dismissed. “Ahh!—Ahem!” Well then—Sora resigned himself to the situation and cleared his throat. He’d decided to pretend he hadn’t made a mistake. The defiance made Sora feel more comfortable. He smiled frivolously. “Everyone has their own standards for what’s little. You have a snack and someone says, can I have a bite of that? and then they eat the whole thing and say it was one bite.” Falling back into his groove, Sora returned to spewing such lines. “That’s…that’s fraud!” However, it was of little interest to Stephanie as she argued back. —Just hearing Sora’s voice tickled her. It was a struggle. She’d really have liked him to stop talking, yet she couldn’t get enough of hearing his voice. She held it back with the excuse of getting an explanation and continued arguing. Oblivious to Stephanie’s girlish dilemma, Sora (eighteen years old, virgin) was calm. He pointed as if to show a student her error. “Yes, that’s just it. You got distracted by the rules of the game and forgot about the premises. That’s no good, you know, overlooking overly vague statements like that… Even considering that I intentionally made them hard to see by intimidatingly emphasizing the conditions of victory and defeat, still, you know?” —In short, what he was aiming for in this game was a draw. That much Stephanie was right about all along. But that wouldn’t get her there. The thing was that, whether it was a draw or a victory—the risk to Stephanie was the same. That was the true essence of this game—in other words— “You, you—swindler!” That’s right. It was a swindle. It was quite reasonable that Stephanie would want to yell this at him—but. “Whaat, how could you say such a thing? It’s your fault for falling for it.” “Th-that’s exactly what a swindler would say!” Hearing Stephanie’s argument as it dragged on, Shiro came out from her sulking to finally butt in. “…Third of the…Ten Covenants… Games…are played for wagers…that each agrees are of equal…value.” Glad to find Shiro finally back on his side, Sora continued. “That’s right! The key word is ‘agrees.’ Likewise, look at the Fourth: ‘Insofar as it does not conflict with Three, any game or wager is permitted.’ Which means?” Squirming and lifting a finger, Shiro answered. “…Life, rights—these, too, can be bet…” “Indubitably, ’tis so! So by the time you’re making the wagers, the game’s already started.” They made it out to be an explanation to Stephanie, but really it was just more sibling banter. But then, Shiro: “…But, you didn’t have to bet…feelings.” “As a matter of fact! This was unavoidable as a way of testing that personal volition does not play a part—” “………Brother.” “I’m sorry.” It seemed that pretending he hadn’t made a mistake didn’t work on his sister. “B-but! How dare you—” How dare he become her first love by such fraud? It was probably cruel to blame Stephanie, who was still trying to argue with tears in her eyes. But: “…The Sixth of the Ten Covenants… ‘Wagers sworn by the Covenants are absolutely binding’…” The eleven-year-old girl—with pity in her eyes, quietly but accurately hit the mark. “…Forgetting…the meaning and weight of that, and taking his bait…was your mistake.” —That’s right: to begin with, according to the Ten Covenants…Five. “The party challenged shall have the right to determine the game.” Stephanie had the right to reject the game or change the rules. Those rights had been disregarded to start the game by one person and one person alone— “Ngghh…” —Stephanie herself. As if she had run out of things to say, Stephanie dropped down and sat on the floor. In fact, the covenant had been made—Stephanie was feeling its effects already. This was proof that the world recognized the validity of the contest. No matter what Stephanie said, she had lost, and the wager would be upheld. “So, uh, I’ll take it that you’ve understood, Stephanie?” “—Rgh … You—!” You bastard! was what she wanted to scream. —Her feelings wouldn’t let her. What was more, hearing her name called sent a rush of sweet emotion— “…Nnnmggh, what iiiiiis this?” —She bubbled into anger, which caused her to sink down to her knees and elbows and pound her head against the floor. “Whoa—are—are you okay?!” “Do I look okay?!” As Stephanie swung a glare at Sora with her red and swollen forehead, he faltered, but pressed on. “No, not really. B-but it was me who won the wager, so—I’ll proceed to what I want, okay?” What he wanted. Right, his goal wasn’t to have her fall in love with him per se. Now she remembered: It was to have her fall at his feet. But—wait, thought Stephanie. His request was for her to fall in love with him. Not to follow his orders. That meant Stephanie had no obligation to accept any further demands from him. “Heh…heh-heh-heh, and you thought you’d trapped me…” That made things simpler. No matter what he asked, all she had to do was shoot back, No. That took care of everything! “Okay, first of all, ‘Stephanie’ is too long, so can I call you ‘Steph’ for short?” “Huh? Uh, sure, I don’t mind!Hh!” —“Steph” nodded happily at having her name shortened. Her decision made seconds earlier that she wouldn’t accept any more demands was nowhere to be found. There was only a maiden, her cheeks flushing in joy at being given a nickname by her beloved— “No, it’s not—I-I don’t care what you c-call me! Yes, that’s right, certainly! I still don’t have to accept any requests you make after that.” Choosing to force an explanation to herself, Steph still didn’t realize that all she had to do was run out of this room immediately. Which meant—unconsciously, she’d decided she wanted to be here by Sora’s side… “Right, then you can call me Sora. So, Steph. You’re part of the royal family, right?” —There it was. Indeed, if his goal was for her to fall at his feet: money, housing, food. He’d ask for things like that. However, there was nothing forcing Steph to answer these demands. Steph snickered inwardly. Sora would come asking, and she’d just say straight out, “I refuse!” That swindler would realize his blunder—what a sight his face would be. Holding that line ready, Steph waited for Sora’s demand. “Then you must have a big house. Can we live there together for a while?” “Oh, yes, of course. ♥” … What? “Uh, what? I, what?” Steph entered a state of confusion at her own remarks. But she considered her face, which was heating up enough to give her a nosebleed. Sora’s words: “Can we live there together?”— In short, he meant, well, living together. He meant sharing a roof…cohabitating. Which meant always being together. Which meant…sharing a bed, a bath— “Ah, ah, aaaaaaaaah, no, no, it’s not like that!” As Steph bashed her head against the wooden wall, Sora inquired sheepishly, his face pale. “Uh, um, you’re, like, wow, I don’t… It’s not okay, then?” “Of course it’s okay!—Aahhh… There’s no use…” Steph looked at the ceiling with a humorless smile. —Indeed, Sora had made a spectacular mistake. A request with no contractual force. But Sora (who had never had a girlfriend in his life) and Steph (who had just been forced to experience her first love)… …had treated the fact that history had seen nations fall over a single love much too lightly. “Heh, heh-heh… I…don’t care anymore; you can do whatever you want with me…” Steph groveled, weeping, on the floor. Sora’s request may not have had any contractual force, but it was too late for her to do anything about it. Finally realizing this, Steph could only say this with empty eyes, with half a smile. “—Do you have any other requests? Heh-heh, just tell me your damned wish.” But having come this far, it must be said that Steph’s forethought was insufficient. She had not contemplated the most logical request to follow “Fall in love with me.” “Uh, well, I guess…” Sora glanced at Shiro. Steph had no way of knowing what that glance meant. But Shiro nodded. “…It’s okay… I would feel sorry for you…if you had to wait, until I was…eighteen.” “Can you not talk about feeling sorry for me? Also, you know your brother’s not going to mess around with his sister.” “…That’s why.” Shiro stuck her thumb between her index and middle fingers without expression. “…Brother, grats on losing your virginity.” “Wha—” —Yes. Perhaps she’d been raised too well, or perhaps her imagination just wasn’t powerful enough, but the obvious idea that he would seek her body once more lit the eyes of Steph, who had surrendered entirely. “Wha-whawha-what? Y-y-you never said anything about…! Y-y-you’ve got to set up the mood for these things, do it in the right place at—uh? Huh?” But where the light returned was not the fear of her chastity being threatened—but the anticipation of it—and as soon as Steph realized as much, she went back to trying to dig a hole in the wall with her head. Sora, showing no signs of recognizing the subtleties of Steph’s heart in these distressing matters, spoke plainly. “No. We can’t have any R-18 scenes until you’re eighteen, Shiro.” “—Eh?” Steph mumbled. But, of course, no one paid attention to her. “…I don’t mind.” “Well, your brother does! Pornography is bad for kids. It’s absolutely unacceptable!” “…I thought you just told her to fall in love…because you don’t like the sick and twisted genre…” “Um, excuse me, why is it you know all about your brother’s sexual proclivities?” “…You’ve got…all your game boxes in the room…they’re everywhere…” Steph had no idea what they were talking about, but she could certainly recognize when she was being ignored. —And that, for some reason, they were assuming that the sister would have to be there. “—Um, couldn’t you just have your sister leave the room?” “Hm? I’m glad to hear you’re looking forward to it, but there are certain reasons that’s not going to work.” “—That’s not—! That’s not what I meant, stupid! Don’t be crazy!” Disregarding the red-faced Steph, like scholars who had hit upon a major problem and were searching for a solution, the pair folded their arms and pondered, which finally sparked an apparent realization. “…In that case,” Shiro explicated the merciless solution. “…You can…push the envelope.” “Ohh, that’s it! That’s my sister, the genius girl!” “……Huh?” Sora was doting on his sister, and the sister seemed to be enjoying it. And—somehow. They seemed to have “found a way for things to go there” with the sister present. Steph tensed. “—But how far can we go, I wonder?” “…Brother, you’re the expert on that…” “That—if that’s a reference to manga and games, I should point out that things don’t work the same way in real life, my dearest little sister.” “You don’t…know what to do…because you’re a virgin?” As Sora showed his appreciation for her appropriate but unnecessary translation, Shiro waved her smartphone. “I’ll record it with my camera…and tell you what to do.” “Hm. Setting the idea of telling me what to do aside for a moment, why do you need to record it, my little sister?” “…Brother, you don’t want…pr0n?” “Hmm. I am puzzled by my sister’s unusual consideration but shall gratefully accept it.” With complex feelings, Sora turned back to Steph. Steph, meanwhile, just stared, not knowing what the smartphone was. Shiro started recording video and gave her first direction. “Take one. He trips, and he falls down…like…?” “Oh—that scene. But…how am I supposed to fall down in this—” As Sora looked around for something to “trip” on, Shiro crept up—“…Hmp.”—And kicked him lightly. “Whoa—I get it! (Monotone) Ooops, I’m faalliing.” “Eh?” With acting that wouldn’t even qualify as third-rate, Sora fell unnaturally onto Steph. When they landed, his hands were placed— —of course, right on her breasts. He could have ordered Steph to interpret the situation as a mere “cliché”—but that would have been abusive, obviously. “…Take two…Breast fondling due to an act of God…” “Uh…How is it an act of God if I’m…” “…Okay, never mind…” “No, let’s do it, Director. I’ll do my best!Hi-yah!” Squish, squish. Squoosh, squoosh. Squish, squish. Squoosh, squoosh. Foomp, foomp. Boink, boink, boink, boink. Foomp, foomp. Boink, boink, boink, boink. Jiggle, jiggle. Bounce, bounce. Bwwwwooooing. “Whoa…” Sora could only think of an interjection to describe the feeling that was just as rich as he expected. Meanwhile, Steph was dumbfounded, with her eyes open wide. Her comprehension could not keep up with the situation—at least, that was certainly a factor. More importantly, the sensation of his hands on her gave her a feeling that somehow melted her thoughts.