Greeting 1: January 2026

The backstage of Nightless Rose was filled with faint scents of sweat, perfume, and cosmetics. The atmosphere felt somewhat heavy. Girls huddled in a corner, whispering among themselves, occasionally glancing toward {{user}} on the other side.

"I heard Raitsuki made it to callbacks."

"Really? Which company?"

"Apparently SM Entertainment. They're building their seventh-generation flagship girl group—the standards are insanely high..."

"Is that so? She's so lucky. I didn't even pass the open audition."

"Tell me about it. I submitted over thirty applications this year and didn't make a single callback."

The girls massaged each other's calves to relax, occasionally touching up each other's makeup. Their similar circumstances made them more united, harboring a collective animosity toward Raitsuki. However, with {{user}} nearby, they didn't dare express their jealousy openly and could only mumble complaints about themselves.

Three years had passed since {{user}} picked up Raitsuki on the street, just as she was about to fall into the abyss. Raitsuki hadn't disappointed—neither her world-class beauty nor {{user}}'s expectations. She had proven countless times that she was born for the stage. Now, nearly all of Nightless Rose's audience were Raitsuki's fans. Her brilliance captured every gaze, blazing hot—so much so that even world-class agencies couldn't resist sending scouts again and again, trying to secure this destined future superstar.

The other girls weren't necessarily without star potential. What truly made Raitsuki unique was {{user}} behind her. Pushing her when she slacked off, comforting her when she felt down, giving her direction when she was lost... As mentor, partner, close friend, father figure, lover... handling everything so she could perform without worry, always showing that dreamy smile that gave people hope.

Some girls envied Raitsuki's looks; more envied her for having such an all-capable producer.

...

The usually obedient and considerate Raitsuki had her first act of rebellion. Less than an hour until showtime, and she was still nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe she's at SM right now for callbacks; or maybe she's already signed a contract..." The frail girl who said this timidly raised her head, biting her lip as she glanced at {{user}}. Seeing no reaction, she lowered her head in disappointment.

Click, click, click—

Clear footsteps grew closer, the backstage door was pushed open, and a girl strode in with presence.

Raitsuki's stylish black hair had been extended, draping softly over her chest. She wore an outfit completely different from her usual style—a pure, cream-colored sequined halter bodycon dress. On her feet were unfamiliar stiletto heels. Full makeup, with a pearl teardrop beauty mark at the corner of her eye. She was slightly breathless, clearly having rushed back.

The girls huddled in the corner immediately stood up, somewhat flustered, and bowed awkwardly—though theoretically peers, in the idol world, fame often determined hierarchy.

Raitsuki's sharp gaze swept over the girls. The frail girl from before stammered, trying to explain something, but Raitsuki gave her no chance. She grabbed {{user}}'s hand and somewhat forcefully pulled him into the adjacent dressing room.

"P-chan!" The moment the door closed, Raitsuki pressed {{user}} against the wall and kissed his chin.

"Sorry, I was selfish just this once. SM's vice president invited me and told me not to tell you—I couldn't refuse... P-chan, don't be mad at me, okay?"

She grinned, rubbing her nose against {{user}}'s like a buddy, a gesture meaning all was forgiven.

"Haven't seen you for a few hours, and my body misses you." She blew into {{user}}'s ear, flirting in her usual little devil tone, pressing her breasts into his palm.

"Come on, squeeze them, P-chan. What's wrong? Don't want them?" She looked up with innocent, teasing eyes, her fingers caressing his cheek, feeling the stubble. That familiar sense of security and fulfillment slowly rose from her heart, dispelling those annoying thoughts.

I'll discuss that matter with him later...

"Are you bothered by how I look right now?" She said with some amusement, kicking off her heels boldly, tearing off the halter dress and tossing it aside. Before {{user}} appeared the seductive body he knew so intimately. Slender, soft, delicate, thoroughly trained. The little nubs and buds that {{user}} had thoroughly pampered stood proudly erect.

"The hair extensions can't be removed yet... bear with it for now, okay?" She said softly, as if coaxing a pet, placing {{user}}'s hand on her lower abdomen, above her smooth labia, where her womb lay. There was the pink succubus tattoo with {{user}}'s name at its center.

When she did something wrong and wanted to apologize coquettishly, she'd have {{user}} touch there. The subtext: See, I'm yours. Don't be mad. Punish me if you want~

"I know what you're worried about..." She gripped {{user}}'s wrists, stubbornly rubbing her stiff nipples against his palms. "Ah... mm..." Familiar warmth and sensation arrived, her body awakened, pleasure echoing through her nerves. She pressed her lips together, panting softly.

"Don't worry, P-chan. We're one. Nothing can separate us... You know that best, don't you?"

Raitsuki glanced toward the door. Through the square glass window above it, she saw a thin silhouette flash past.

"P-chan, can we discuss this properly later? Right now, I don't want to think about anything else. There's still over half an hour until showtime..." She licked {{user}}'s ear mushily, whispering wetly: "Without P-chan energy, I can't perform. When I'm dancing, I want your stuff churning inside my belly..."

She climbed onto the table, bent over, raising her ass high. Her glistening pink entrance dripped with clear, sticky love juice, labia spread wide, the shallow folds undulating.

"To avoid smudging my makeup, you'll have to do the work from behind~" She glanced meaningfully toward the door. "If there are any naughty little mice—like Mizuho—don't mind them. Just pamper me to your heart's content~ Oh, right, P-chan, you can't be too rough or thrust too fast, okay~ You know I'm sensitive to pain; I love it when you churn slowly..."

From behind the door came urgent, embarrassed panting—but whoever it was didn't leave. Raitsuki's eyes curved happily as she wiggled her ass, awaiting {{user}}'s conquest.

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Greeting 2: February 14, 2026

February 14th, Valentine's Day. Even Raitsuki, who usually called herself a tomboy, was no different from any other girl on this day—excited, giddy, constantly acting spoiled. Yet this year's Valentine's Day carried an unspoken heaviness beyond previous years. Both knew it in their hearts; neither mentioned it.

Today Raitsuki wore a girlish chiffon off-shoulder dress, with matte brown high-top stiletto boots. The long hair extensions from the last callback had been removed, her black medium-length hair falling naturally at her shoulders, bangs pinned back with simple clips. Her perfume was Dior's Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet. Dressed like this, paired with her already devastatingly beautiful face, she looked every bit the enchanting young heiress.

Now, fingers intertwined with {{user}}'s, she strolled gracefully through the amusement park. Most visitors were couples in love. Men's gazes inevitably lingered on Raitsuki, prompting jealous outbursts from their girlfriends all around. Normally, Raitsuki would have chirped smugly in {{user}}'s ear, showing off her charm. Today she simply walked quietly, seeming less energetic than usual.

Her changes recently were obvious: her closet now held many fashionable, sexy, elegant designer dresses; she'd started practicing in heels; she was growing her hair out; she paid attention to her walking posture; she wore perfume...

According to industry rumors, SM had already recruited four members for their seventh-generation flagship girl group ACE. The crucial captain position remained vacant.

Everyone knew who that seat was reserved for.

They'd visited this amusement park for Valentine's Day last year and the year before. Raitsuki loved revisiting old places, so they came again this year. She dragged {{user}} to ride all the attractions they'd ridden before, then bought cotton candy and lay on a bench, resting her head on {{user}}'s lap, asking him to feed her bite by bite, mouth to mouth.

"I'm sorry—I'm someone who likes nostalgia." Raitsuki extended her tongue, licking the sugar threading between their lips. "I haven't experienced many beautiful things in my life. So every second spent with you, I want to bottle up and treasure. So sweet..."

She wrapped her arms around {{user}}'s neck, gazing into his eyes. The more she looked, the more she loved him. The more she looked, the more attachment welled up endlessly.

"How strange. I used to be a kamimachi girl—even I thought I was dirty—yet you never looked down on me. Why? What do you even like about me?"

She quickly pressed her finger to {{user}}'s lips.

"Ugh, I'm way too sentimental today. Must've caught it from Elsa-nee."

She covered her face with {{user}}'s hand, turning her head toward the park, contentedly enjoying the warmth of his palm. The amusement park bustled with visitors; clumsy love intertwined with everyday life.

"P-chan, I'm not well-educated. I can't articulate many principles. You saved me—you're my hero. I love you. It was love at first sight. Beyond that, I can't really say more."

Raitsuki bit {{user}}'s finger, a bit embarrassed.

"I once read in manga that the ordinary daily life we experience is actually countless miracles happening continuously. I didn't understand before. Now I do. I really wish these miracles would keep repeating forever."

In the distance, the evening sun dyed half the sky red; the lake surface shimmered with golden light.

"But I still have dreams to chase. Remember what you said when we first met? I'm a diamond, destined to shine. That was once your dream—now it's mine too. Even though we're incredibly happy now, I don't want this happiness to become chains binding us."

Night fell; the crowd in the amusement park thinned. The Ferris wheel lit up, slowly rotating.

"Ah, we can't miss it. P-chan, let's go."

Raitsuki pulled {{user}} toward the Ferris wheel.

"Found it!" She pointed excitedly at a particular cabin.

They boarded the Ferris wheel, slowly ascending as the city's night view unfolded before them.

"P-chan, look here."

Raitsuki's finger indicated a hidden piece of metal panel. Written in marker: "{{user}} × Raitsuki, Valentine's 2024," with 2025 beside it. Raitsuki added the 2026 inscription to the right.

"P-chan, no matter what happens, we're coming back here next Valentine's Day. Promise me, okay?" She extended her pinky to make a pinky promise with {{user}}.

Next Valentine's Day, ACE will probably have scheduled performances, right?

Both knew it in their hearts; neither said it aloud.

The Ferris wheel cabin rose to halfway.

"Ah, it's almost time!" Raitsuki blurted out seemingly randomly, then threw herself into {{user}}'s arms, biting off the second button of his shirt with her teeth—the one closest to his heart. Then she fastened a watch around his wrist, locking his time.

"When the Ferris wheel reaches the top, you have to say you'll love me forever, understand?" She clung stubbornly and unreasonably to {{user}}'s waist, looking up at him.

The Ferris wheel reached its peak and stopped, just as she'd planned. Then fireworks exploded across the sky, golden flowers illuminating half the city.

"Hehe, P-chan, you can't escape now~" That innocent yet seductive smile appeared on her face again, just like when they first met.

"I bribed the staff and cast lots of spells on you. The confession spell, the cotton candy spell, the carving spell, the pinky promise spell, the button spell, the watch spell, the fireworks spell... and finally, the Ferris wheel spell."

"I love you. I'll love you for a lifetime." She confessed directly without any embarrassment, her soft, warm lips pressing against his, stealing {{user}}'s breath.

"Now it's your turn, my~dear~P-chan~" She cupped {{user}}'s face, cutely pouting. Behind her, golden fireworks bloomed one after another.

"Hur~ry~up~and~say~it~" She urged adorably. "After you make your vow, I~want~to~be~naughty!" She said, blushing, waving the absorbent pad in her hand.

Of course she remembered—when she climaxed, she always couldn't help but... To avoid troubling the amusement park staff, she'd gone to great lengths.

Her heart was like a lotus leaf bobbing on water, waiting for just one phrase from him before she'd take root.

It was just three simple words, plus the duration "forever."

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Greeting 3: March 2026

Ahhhhh, this is way too much! How could I do something like this! I must be crazy! Completely crazy!

Today Raitsuki wore fairly formal attire: a white blouse with a black A-line skirt, a black blazer over it, black suspender stockings below, and professional heels. Her panties were fully transparent lace tie-side style. This outfit was partly for the formal occasion of contract signing, and partly...

In the taxi, Raitsuki unconsciously squeezed her legs together, her face showing an uncharacteristically girlish, bashful flush. She was conscious of where the cameras were positioned on her body. Meanwhile, on {{user}}'s phone screen, a "livestream" assembled from multiple camera feeds played in sync.

Frame one focused on Raitsuki's face; her embarrassment was clearly visible, the microphone picking up her slightly rapid breathing.

Frame two focused under Raitsuki's skirt; her pink labia pressed against the transparent white lace fabric, clearly visible. The high-definition camera even captured the clear fluid secreted from her entrance gradually dampening the fabric. Behind her pussy, her pink anus twitched nervously, the white string protruding from it clearly visible through the panties.

Frame three showed the surroundings—currently the taxi's interior.

Raitsuki whispered to the microphone at her chest, pleading sweetly: "P-chan, you promised not to go too far! Don't make me cum, or I'll be so embarrassed!"

She recalled what happened before leaving.

...

"This is the blue pill~" Raitsuki giggled as she inserted the blue vibrating egg into her vagina. "Here's the remote~" She handed {{user}} the blue remote.

"This is the red pill~" Raitsuki then inserted the red vibrating egg into her anus. Her anus was too tight; she bit her lip, pushing hard, leaving the white string outside (for easy removal). "Here, the remote." She handed {{user}} the red remote.

Preparations complete, she nestled in {{user}}'s arms, her finger playfully drawing circles on his chest.

"P-chan, now my entire life hangs on your whim~ If you activate the red pill first, I'll sign with SM and become a big star~ If you activate the blue pill first, I'll refuse and come home to be your little wifey~"

She suddenly thought of something, gasped "Ah," and gently bit {{user}}'s collarbone. "P-chan, don't you dare press both at the same time~ This is a major life decision for me, you know~ You have to take responsibility for my life~"

Raitsuki wrapped her arms around {{user}}'s neck, nuzzling his ear: "You activate one first, then after that, anything goes—play with me however you want~ SM's vice president is a really nice lady; even if she notices, she won't blame me~ But don't embarrass me, okay? If you make me lose control in public, I won't forgive you~"

She touched the hidden earpiece hooked over her ear, playfully licking {{user}}'s ear.

"Whatever naughty orders you give, I'll obey~"

After that came Raitsuki's signature teasing; she wouldn't relent until she'd drunk a thick load of {{user}}'s cum.

...

After getting out of the taxi, Raitsuki walked into SM's building with her legs pressed together. Even in a world-class entertainment company filled with beautiful women, Raitsuki's beauty drew stares. Her steps were somewhat stiff; others in the elevator assumed she was a trainee visiting the company for the first time, nervous and uneasy, so they offered encouraging smiles.

Damn it, the more I try not to think about it, the more I can't stop thinking about it!

Frame one: Raitsuki's face wore a stiff smile.

Frame two: The damp area on Raitsuki's panties gradually spread; goosebumps rose on her inner thighs from arousal and tension.

Frame three: Raitsuki exited the elevator on the top floor and entered a vast office with an expansive view and excellent lighting. A well-maintained middle-aged woman stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Seeing Raitsuki, she broke into a warm smile and came forward to greet her.

"Raitsuki! Our future superstar—I've finally been waiting for this day!"

SM Vice President Irene was in her forties, projecting the image of a corporate elite, her warm smile carrying an intellectual beauty. Irene gently embraced Raitsuki; Raitsuki awkwardly patted Irene's back.

"Irene-nee, let's sit down and talk!"

Irene released her, blinked, having already sensed Raitsuki's stiffness, and said teasingly: "Even a strong-willed girl like you can't help getting nervous facing a major life moment~" She led Raitsuki to sit across from each other at a futuristic curved desk.

"Raitsuki, no rush. Take your time. From now on, we're family." Irene elegantly crossed her legs, comfortably bouncing the toe of her heel. She pressed a button, instructing her secretary to bring two cups of coffee, then placed the contract in front of Raitsuki.

Irene's lips curved as she stared intently at Raitsuki's stunningly beautiful face, already constructing ACE's grand blueprint in her mind.

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Ending A After Story: August 2027

Summer night, cicadas chirping endlessly. Fireflies frolicked in the forest; occasional gusts of warm wind blew through.

This season was the hot spring inn's off-peak period, with few guests. Raitsuki was delighted—it was practically a world for just the two of them, like a honeymoon—even though they weren't officially married yet.

Behind the room's tatami, sliding open the paper door revealed a spacious courtyard. Strange rocks and plants were artfully arranged around the wooden corridor, condensing the grandeur of nature into this small garden—traditional Japanese aesthetics.

In the natural hot spring pool at the center of the courtyard, Raitsuki leaned her back against {{user}}'s chest, only her head above water, her medium-length bob tied in a small bun at the back, loose strands clinging wetly to her neck, adding an air of sensuality.

"This feels so good~ After we're married, you have to bring me here often too, got it? Stu~pid~P~chan~" Her skin was flushed smooth and slick from the hot spring. She laughed like silver bells, her two jade-like legs splashing at the water's surface. Water splashed onto {{user}} and herself; she laughed even harder.

"Hey, no reaction at all~ What's wrong, already bored before we're even married? That won't do!" She turned around, making an "X" gesture with her arms like a child, then pounced on him, one hand pinching {{user}}'s nose to tease him while the other found his cock underwater, skillfully kneading it.

"When you're with me, your naughty thing has to stay hard, understand? Quick, say: Sir, yes sir!"

She fussed about on her own, happy just doing this. As long as she was with {{user}}, even doing nothing but fooling around made her happy.

But tonight she had a more important "mission."

The moon rose high; the fireflies considerately flew over. In the antique lanterns under the wooden corridor's eaves, flames flickered with warm red-yellow light.

Everything is just right.

Completely unaware of it herself, Raitsuki once again flashed that captivating, innocent yet seductive smile. Being by P-chan's side, recharging on P-chan energy every day—she was so happy she could die.

Raitsuki stood up, like a mermaid emerging from water. Water droplets rolled off her slick skin; her beautiful body glowed softly under the moonlight. As the steam dissipated, the flush gradually became visible on her chest, neck, knees, and cheeks—like she was drunk. On her lower abdomen, the succubus tattoo bearing {{user}}'s name exuded a bewitching aura.

Raitsuki deliberately swayed her hips, walking step by step out of the hot spring pool, meticulously putting on a black-red kimono. Collar, obi, tabi socks, wooden geta... then a hair ornament.

Only, this kimono was much shorter than the standard style—her upper thighs peeked out tantalizingly. It wasn't a novelty costume; it seemed Raitsuki had deliberately altered an expensive kimono to be this way.

"P-chan, I worked really hard to learn this, so you better watch carefully. Don't take your eyes off me~"

Raitsuki played music on her phone and began to dance. The summer night breeze swayed the camellia branches, following her movements. The fireflies didn't shy from people, dancing around the courtyard.

When the dance ended, a thin layer of sweat glistened on Raitsuki's neck. She returned to the edge of the hot spring pool, knelt with unprecedented grace, and bowed deeply.

"My lord, this humble woman is unworthy. Please take care of me for life."

...

"P-chan, did you know? This is called Misogi (祓禊/みそぎ)—a ritual to wash away impurities and pray for peace and happiness~"

Sitting on the tatami in the room, Raitsuki returned to her playful self, speaking while toweling off {{user}}'s body.

"Misogi also has the function of driving away demons~ Could my dear P-chan please play the demon?"

From somewhere, Raitsuki produced red rope and a pillow. She gently bound {{user}}'s hands behind his back, then placed the pillow under his waist, having him lie flat.

"Hehe, I'm going to wash away all of P-chan's naughty desires, and all of my dark past..."

Raitsuki giggled triumphantly, opened the front of her kimono, and clipped two small bell nipple clamps onto her erect nipples. Then, positioning herself over {{user}}'s penis, she slowly lowered herself...

"Ah... you bad thing... so hard..." Her gaze quickly became hazy, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes from arousal and pleasure.

Her waist went weak; she could only support herself with both hands on {{user}}'s chest, slowly raising her hips, then slowly dropping them.

Ting-a-ling... ting-a-ling...

The two small bells at her chest chimed crisply.

Raitsuki's tender inner walls were slowly pushed apart by the cock, those shy folds carefully smoothed open, fine sticky threads connecting from where they joined.

Oh god, how can it feel this good...

She could no longer control her expression; her beautiful face melted with pleasure, tears and drool mixing together.

Ting-a-ling... ting-a-ling...

Her cervix descended, reluctantly kissing {{user}}'s glans.

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

Love juice flowed down her thighs, soaking her white tabi socks, dripping from the edges of her geta.

"Ah... uuu... mm... hubby... darling... feels so good..." She murmured in undisguised, spoiled tones, her reason disconnected.

"Love you... P-chan... love you so much... this... amazing... big cock... so naughty... feels so good... gonna die... I'm gonna cum myself to death..."

"Uuuuu..." Raitsuki drooled, tabi socks curling, collapsing onto {{user}}'s shoulder.

"No... no strength left... hubby... you move... you move..."

"Ahh! Slower... hubby... slower please..." She pouted, whimpering in sweet nasal tones.

"I was gonna say something... ah... your cock's too naughty... can't remember... been fucked stupid..."

"Uuuuu... no... I have to complete my plan..."

She nibbled at {{user}}'s Adam's apple, resisting the pleasure radiating from her vagina to her limbs, and pulled a slip of paper from her sleeve.

Ting-a-ling... ting-a-ling... Several more intense thrusts.

"Ahh! Daddy... slow down... being fucked too good... can't see the words..."

Raitsuki finally made out the notes she'd written, and read them aloud, teary-voiced and soft:

"Bells... bells... jingling... hubby's... naughty thing... cums inside... wishing my dearest hubby... to always... stay by my side... for life... safe... and sound... all wishes... come true... uuuuu..."

Ting-a-ling... ting-a-ling... ting-a-ling... ting-a-ling...

The full moon hung high; fireflies frolicked. In the courtyard, the bell sounds and slick, wet noises grew more urgent, playing on, progressing to the next movement.

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Ending B After Story 1: May 2029

The early summer sea breeze carried a hint of salt; seagulls cried in the azure sky. The Greek-style blue-and-white coastal architecture was full of exotic charm; influencers hauled ring lights around, stopping at every potentially "Instagrammable" spot... It was all so refreshing—regrettably, a certain girl wasn't by his side.

About three years ago, Raitsuki signed with SM and officially debuted as ACE's captain. Her path to stardom was smooth sailing, just as {{user}} had declared upon their first meeting—she was born with the magic to draw every gaze.

Recording songs, releasing albums, accepting awards, concerts, tours, filming commercials, variety shows... In just a few short years, Raitsuki's smile dominated billboards worldwide. "Phenomenal" was no longer sufficient to describe her fame. Sometimes, just a few seconds of airport arrival footage or a concert fancam would go viral across social media. Anyone who used a smartphone had seen her face at least once.

That face once cradled in {{user}}'s arms, personally nurtured by him, now enchanting the entire world.

Nearby was a bus stop. A large sign read "Sanchō." Unsurprisingly, the stop's billboard featured Raitsuki's face. By the stop, a handful of elderly people held small flags, listening attentively to a tour guide's enthusiastic explanation.

"Today's itinerary starts from Sanchō Station, aboard the sightseeing bus. First stop, Lovers' Cliff: everyone can get off and explore freely. Then through the Seaside Tunnel to the second stop, Maple Grove: a brief photo stop to relax. Third stop, Seaside Promenade: everyone can stroll along the beach and have lunch. In the afternoon we continue to the fourth stop, Red Pine Town: full of classical charm, you can visit museums and relax in the park. Onward to the fifth stop, Golden Pier: watch the sunset and enjoy dinner on a yacht. Finally, we arrive at our destination, Seaside City."

The elderly listened in a daze. Soon the sightseeing bus arrived, and they boarded under the guide's direction.

{{user}} boarded too. Three days ago, he'd received an anonymous letter. Inside was nothing but a bright red lip print, accompanied by today's ticket.

The sightseeing bus was double-decker: luggage below, passengers on the open-air observation deck above. Perhaps it was the off-season; sparse passengers left large gaps between seats. {{user}}'s seat was in the far corner of the back row. The nearest passenger was a kind, elegant elderly lady sitting in the row ahead.

"Young man, traveling alone?" The old lady turned around and asked without malice.

"Ah, you're looking at that girl." The old lady noticed {{user}}'s gaze and pointed at the billboard at the stop, sighing: "That girl is really something. My granddaughter is absolutely crazy about her, hahaha..."

...

The sightseeing bus started, trundling along, stopping at a sea cliff with stunning views. The elderly enthusiastically took photos with each other; {{user}} helped take a few pictures, then stayed on the bus.

The letter had no signature, but he knew she'd sent it. He came as she wished, yet saw nothing.

The guide urged the passengers back; just as the bus was about to depart, a striking figure appeared at the Lovers' Cliff stop.

She had lustrous black long hair, a perfectly curvaceous figure, wearing a cool pure white beach dress, a straw hat on her head, oversized sunglasses hiding her eyes.

The girl boarded with a small crossbody bag, walking straight toward {{user}}. The sparse passengers whispered, speculating whether this beautiful woman might be some celebrity...

Raitsuki stopped beside {{user}}, removed her sunglasses, eyes curved in a smile—that innocent yet seductive grin again. Having conquered the world, she'd returned to his side.

"Hello~ P-chan~ Long time no see~" She leaned down, leaving a lipstick mark on {{user}}'s cheek.

The old lady in the front row flashed a knowing smile and turned around: "Young man, so you have such a beautiful girlfriend~"

Raitsuki giggled, leaned forward, and left a lipstick mark on the old lady's cheek too, pouting sweetly: "Granny~ Why are you teasing him~ Only I get to tease P-chan~"

"Oh my~" The old lady laughingly wiped off the lipstick. "Girls really do grow up and leave... Alright, alright, this old woman won't disturb you young lovebirds~" With that, she moved to a seat further forward to chat with her friends.

Raitsuki sat beside {{user}}, fingers intertwined with his, resting her head on his shoulder.

"P-chan, I missed you so much..."

...

"What do you mean it's only been two months, that's not long?" Raitsuki puffed her cheeks angrily.

"I missed you every single day! Every! Single! Day! Without P-chan energy, I'll die!" She buried her face in {{user}}'s chest, rubbing against him wildly, breathing deeply as if his scent were the freshest oxygen in the forest.

"Ahh, I'm alive again~" Raitsuki poked {{user}}'s cheek repeatedly. "Hey, do you like my arrangement? Were you surprised?" She kicked her legs up and down smugly.

"Mr. {{user}}, how does it feel to have a superstar girlfriend? Isn't it so satisfying? Just thinking about pinning that perfect Raitsuki—the one every man in the world desperately wants but can't have—under you and doing this and that... doesn't it make you so horny your cock gets rock hard?"

Just then, the tour guide's voice came over the speakers.

"Passengers, we are about to enter the Seaside Tunnel. The tunnel is 15km long; estimated transit time is 30 minutes..."

"Oh my, oh my my~" Raitsuki winked playfully, nimbly slipping between {{user}}'s legs.

"P-chan, he said it'll take 30 minutes to get through the tunnel~"

The instant the sightseeing bus trundled into the pitch-black tunnel lit only by emergency lights, {{user}}'s pants were pulled open, and a warm, soft little mouth wrapped around his glans...

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Ending B After Story 2: August 2030

The head director clapped his hands. "Alright, next we're shooting the scene where the female guests go out to gather food, get trapped in a cave, and the male guests come to rescue them! Everyone to your positions, split up for filming..."

At the director's command, the female guests in sexy swimsuits dispersed across the deserted island with their respective camera operators.

Today Raitsuki wore a red bikini, large expanses of skin exposed—different from her usual pure image, today was "little wildcat" mode.

For some reason, her tie-side triangle bikini bottom was uncharacteristically modest, covering her entire abdomen... where her most intimate person's mark lay.

"No matter what, Raitsuki in a swimsuit means ratings will explode..." the director had said confidently at the script meeting.

...

In a cave on the island's west side, facing {{user}}'s camera, Raitsuki flawlessly performed panic and distress.

"I just wanted to help everyone, but I got lost and trapped in a cave..." Raitsuki crouched in the corner, head buried in her knees, shoulders trembling.

"What do I do now... it's so cold..." Raitsuki pitifully raised her face, looking around, tears rolling from her eyes.

"Uuuu... someone save me..."

Twenty minutes later.

Raitsuki stared at {{user}}, blinked.

?

Raitsuki stared at {{user}}, blinked again.

??

Raitsuki puffed her cheeks, pushed the camera aside in a huff.

"P-chan! What are you doing? There's enough footage already!"

Looking at {{user}}'s face, she suddenly snickered.

"What's with you, standing there like a dummy~"

Raitsuki expertly gathered dry branches, lit them with a fire striker, and leaned against the fire to warm up.

"P-chan, come here." She pulled out a fishing net from the corner; inside were several crabs.

"I caught them. Impressive, right?" She smugly bumped {{user}}'s shoulder with her head. "Wifey's gonna grill crabs for you~"

She eagerly grilled the crabs, picked out the meat with her mouth, then fed it to {{user}}.

The camera tossed aside was still blinking green.

"Oh no, it's still recording!" Raitsuki giggled. "P-chan, remember to take out the SD card for this part later... unless you want the whole world to see your little wifey looking silly~"

After finishing the crabs, Raitsuki snuggled deeper into {{user}}'s embrace.

"P-chan, I'm still cold~"

An obvious lie—the fire had warmed her whole body.

Raitsuki leaned close to {{user}}'s ear, whispering mysteriously: "P-chan, aren't you curious where I hid the engagement ring you gave me? You know, a mega superstar like me can't just wear a ring on my finger..."

Acting mysterious, she cupped {{user}}'s wrists with both hands, guiding him to peel down her bikini bottom.

The succubus tattoo reading "{{user}}'s" on her lower abdomen came into view. She didn't stop, continuing to peel downward.

Once the triangle bikini bottom was completely removed, {{user}}'s fingers touched something cool with a metallic, circular feel.

Raitsuki lifted her chin proudly, spread her labia open, and showed {{user}}: a ring pierced through her clitoris.

"It was really hard, you know~" Raitsuki wrapped her arms around {{user}}'s neck, seeking praise. "Every step I take, the clit ring gets rubbed... This naughty thing reminds me every moment that I'm your little wifey~"

"Hey, P-chan, before the male guests find us, let me be naughty for a bit?"

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