Riffi immediately sat up with her hands scrambling frantically to grab the heavy cotton covers.

She forcefully pulled the blankets all the way up to her chin, desperately trying to hide her violently twitching clit that was overflowing with slick hot juices.

Her entire face turned a deep burning red as she was incredibly shy.

It had happened this afternoon, right after she finished watching a romance movie on the couch with Ichinose and Misora.

She had entered the room still in her Human form and she immediately smelled her Master's distinct lingering scent buried deep in the pillows.

The biological reaction was instantaneous and her human body immediately got into heat. It was like mating season, though instead of being in heat, Humans usually referred to that overwhelming maddening sensation as being horny for some reason, even though they didn't actually have horns on their head when they were in heat.

It was extremely confusing at first, but it felt very pleasurable when she touched herself down there.

However, no matter how long she tried, vigorously rubbing her fingers against her own swollen flesh, she couldn't get to that exact euphoric feeling of needing to pee again.

Not like when her Master had been roughly massaging her ass without even directly touching that sensitive spot. So, she took his laptop, placed it on her thighs, and after a bit of researching… where she had to meet Misora just to help her spell the complicated words, she found her answer.

The internet showed that this biological release was usually a lot more pleasurable when one deeply thought about the one they loved while touching themselves down there.

So… she got to it. Closing her eyes and vividly imagining her Master doing her like that, pinning her to the mattress, made it exponentially more pleasurable.

However, it still couldn't bring her to the absolute edge of it, and the agonizing buildup made her incredibly frustrated.

Now, suddenly, in a flash of dark void, he was physically right in front of her, standing by the foot of the bed, and she didn't know what to say.

"Riffi, what are you doing?" Koya asked again.

She trembled beneath the sheets, her soft cat ears falling completely flat against the top of her head as she swallowed her thick saliva.

"I... I was touching myself to you," Riffi stammered. "Please... don't be mad."

Koya let out a long exhausted sigh as the tension in his shoulders dropped.

He walked over to the edge of the mattress and sat down heavily on the bed.

His sudden proximity caused her to instinctively scoot to the opposite side, her knees pulling tight against her chest as she looked down at the wrinkled bedsheets.

Riffi was deeply ashamed of herself. However, Koya leaned forward, looking completely over her hunched form.

"Are you done?" Koya asked.

Riffi blushed even harder with the heat radiating off her skin.

"It's... it's pretty hard to finish," she whispered.

"Hard to finish?" Koya repeated with his brow furrowing slightly.

"Yes," Riffi said, her fingers gripping the blanket tight. "I have been doing it for a really long time, but I haven't felt the sensation that I wanted to pee."

Koya stroked his chin as his mind working through the mechanics of her biology.

As far as what he knew… it didn't take that long to reach climax unless she was actively doing it wrong, which, given her limited experience with human anatomy, she probably was. He dropped his hand from his face and looked her dead in the eye.

"Drop the covers…" He told her.

Riffi swallowed hard and her throat bobbed but she didn't hesitate to obey her Master.

Her trembling fingers released the fabric, and she did so, dropping the heavy blanket completely off her naked body.

The cool air of the room hit her flushed sweat-slicked skin as she lay back, completely exposing her soaked, throbbing clit that was visibly twitching and still actively leaking out thick clear fluids down her inner thighs.

Riffi bit her bottom lip with her cat ears twitching nervously.

"Please... be a bit gentle with me…" she told him.

To which Koya simply reached forward and gave her a firm headpat as his hand rested warmly against her scalp.

"Calm down…." he told her as he roughly ruffled her soft hair.

The physical contact calmed her down. She let out a long, shaky sigh that she didn't even know she had been holding in her chest.

"Okay, Master…" she murmured, her legs slowly spreading wider apart to grant him full access.

Koya reached down.

His calloused fingers bypassed her wet thighs and directly touched her swollen clit. The sudden, electrifying contact made her entire body violently tremble against the mattress.

The little bud was incredibly hot, pretty soft, and highly squishy under his rough thumb and Riffi immediately let out a loud, breathless gasp.

"Haan~" she moaned as soon as he did.

Koya didn't rush.

He pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against the swollen nerve ending and began to massage her clit in slow circles. He spread the slick, viscous fluids around the sensitive folds increasing the friction immediately.

Riffi's hips jerked upward on pure instinct, grinding upward into the heavy pressure of his hand.

"Master~" she whimpered with her fingernails digging deep into the bedsheets.

Koya increased the pace with his thumb flicking brutally over the peak of her clit, making her let out a continuous moan that vibrated in her throat.

Her inner thighs trembled violently and completely coated in her own excessive juices then, without any warning, Koya shifted his hand and stuck a thick finger directly inside her tight dripping hole.

Riffi's eyes opened completely wide.

The shock of his warm solid finger abruptly entering her instantly flooded her nervous system. It wasn't anything like when she clumsily did it herself… it felt so much more… full.

Koya curled his finger upward, pressing deeply against the swollen ridged flesh inside her front wall which was right underneath her clit.

Riffi let out a massive deafening moan.

Her back arched completely off the mattress with her spine bowing like a drawn bowstring. The overwhelming touch shattered her limits.

"Haan~ Master~ Right there~

As she moaned, she felt the massive pressure building deep in her lower abdomen. It felt exactly like peeing, and it was violently coming.

Koya felt the internal muscles forcefully clamp down around his finger in rapid spasms. He timed it perfectly, and then he completely removed his dripping fingers from her core, pulling the stimulation away right at the absolute peak.

At the exact same moment, the brass handle of the bedroom door clicked.

The door opened completely, and Disguise Master entered the room. Her dirty blond hair was tied back, and she was fully dressed in her immaculate heavily starched black-and-white maid disguise.

"Master, I don't know where you've been but ha—"

Her words instantly died in her throat. The very next instant, Riffi completely lost her mind. She threw her head all the way back against the pillows with a massive scream.

"HAAHHHH~!"

The pressure released and a massive, torrential geyser of clear, hot liquid violently shot through the air.

The sheer velocity of the squirt sent the fluid flying completely across the gap between the bed and the door.

It directly hit Disguise Master directly in the face with a loud wet smack and the heavy volume of fluid completely drenched her face, heavily plastering her dirty blond bangs to her forehead, as well as drenching her pristine maid clothes. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The thick liquid trailed down her chin, dripping heavily onto her ruffled white collar.

Riffi's legs violently trembled against the mattress as the intense climax finally died down with the last few spurts leaking onto the sheets.

Utterly exhausted, she collapsed, falling forward with her flushed sweaty face directly onto Koya's lap as she nuzzled her nose against his trousers.

"I love you, Master~" She whispered.

In that exact moment, Riffi realized something... No matter how much she did it to herself, her Master's hand would always be infinitely better than hers.

By the doorway, Disguise Master stood completely frozen.

The warm fluid continuously dripped down from her eyelashes and her chin, pooling on the wooden floorboards. There was absolutely no visible change in her facial expression as her eyes remained blank.

Koya stared at the completely soaked assassin. "Are you okay?" he asked.

'This would be the second time that Riffi has come on me…' Disguise Masterthought. 'It is getting pretty old.'

But surprisingly, she wasn't actually offended by the physical mess... Her mind wandered to a completely different highly inappropriate logical extreme.

'Why doesn't Master pull out his own dick and come all over me?' she thought, her blank eyes staring directly at his lap.

Upon fully finishing that incredibly perverted thought, her training immediately kicked in.

She reached into the hidden folds of her drenched maid dress and seamlessly pulled a long, razor-sharp silver needle and without breaking eye contact, she brutally stabbed a specific, calming pressure point directly deep into the side of her own neck.

The immediate chemical release blocked her nerve receptors, making her let out a long heavy sigh of absolute relief as a thick bead of red blood rolled down from the puncture spot on her pale skin.

'These perverted thoughts are too much for me to handle…' Disguise Master thought as her heart rate forcibly dropped back to resting levels. 'Not only has he turned me away from wanting women… but now he is trying to fiercely seduce me just by sitting there. Or perhaps I should just ask?'

Koya looked at the woman.

She was completely drenched in Riffi's hot cum, standing perfectly still in the doorway while staring blankly at him, clearly lost in her own internal thoughts, and a genuine chill ran down his spine.

'Is she thinking of a hundred different ways to kill us or something?' Koya wondered. He genuinely didn't know how Order Assassins thought at all, and her stabbing herself in the neck was incredibly unhinging.

Suddenly, she moved.

"I apologize for disturbing," Disguise Master said, her voice perfectly level despite the fluids dripping from her lips. "But Master, you should go to the Dining room where the others are currently waiting for you…"

And with that final delivery, she stepped backward, closed the wooden door firmly shut, and scurried off down the hall with her wet shoes squelching softly against the floorboards.

Koya let out a heavy sigh releasing the tension from his shoulders.

'Hey, at least she didn't blame me this time.'

He then looked down at his lap. Riffi was still resting her heavy, contented head directly on his thighs with her cat ears completely relaxed so he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You have to get up," he told her. "I need to go."

Riffi whined softly.

She wrapped her bare, trembling arms firmly around his waist and squeezed.

"Please, Master… five more minutes…" she begged, nuzzling deeper into his stomach.

Koya sighed again, fully resigning himself to the delay, before gently patting her head.

…

Twenty minutes later, Koya finally walked into the main dining room of their massive Class 5 apartment.

He had made absolutely sure to thoroughly wash his body, change into fresh, clean casual clothes, and shower a bit too before coming here. He had scrubbed his neck and chest vigorously with strong soap.

He didn't want Misora to smell Sakura's sweet scent or her breast milk on him, or else it would instantly trigger an absolute war inside the dorm.

Disguise Master wasn't currently here in the room, likely changing out of her ruined maid outfit, but Ichinose was here.

The incredibly beautiful, blond-haired woman was sitting near the table. She was wearing a pair of wire-rimmed reading glasses that gave her an intellectual look, and she was absentmindedly twirling a lock of her golden hair around her index finger while looking down at a thick manga in her other hand.

When she heard his footsteps, she looked up with a soft smile breaking across her face, and waved at him a bit.

Koya raised a hand and waved back.

He remembered the simulation… She had physically died just to help him out back in the Impostors Among Us exam so he knew he still deeply needed to repay her for that absolute loyalty.

Immediately at the main table was Misora.

She was lounging casually, wearing only a thick white plush bathrobe. Her long brown hair was completely wet, the dark strands clinging to her neck and dripping small beads of water down onto her exposed collarbone.

Once Misora saw him walk into the light, she looked up from the glowing screen of her ALI phone.

"It is about time that you showed up," Misora said, sliding the phone onto the table.

She stood up with the bathrobe parting slightly at her thighs. She closed the distance, reached out, and placed her warm, damp hand firmly on the back of his head.

She forcefully pulled his face down and pressed her lips against his, giving him a deep possessive kiss.

Before Koya could fully react, she parted from him.

"If you had been out for an hour longer… I would have come violently searching for you," she threatened softly.

Koya nodded, knowing exactly how destructive she could be.

"Well I'm here now, I'm sorry for being late," He said then, she leaned in close.

She pressed her nose against his neck and violently sniffed him like a tracking dog, inhaling his scent deeply. Koya shifted uncomfortably on his feet hoping the shower had completely scrubbed away the history professor.

She pulled back her face, a look of genuine surprise crossing her features. For the very first time ever, she said that she wasn't smelling another woman on him.

Satisfied, she leaned back up and gave him a soft, approving peck on the cheek.

"Good work…" she said, before pointing to his chair. "Sit down."

Koya walked past Ichinose's chair to sit down in his regular seat at the head of the table. As he passed, Ichinose looked up from her manga, her blue eyes narrowing slightly behind her glasses.

'It isn't fair…' Ichinose thought as a deep burning spike of jealousy piercing her chest.

She had actively been the one to risk her virtual self back in Impostors Among Us. She had felt the agonizing visceral terror of getting stabbed directly in the heart by Yoru's blade and though the game completely wasn't real since it was just a virtual simulator probably… the sensory feedback had still violently hurt her exactly like she had died for real.

'So I should get to kiss him too…' she decided.

She shot a quick, sharp glance at Misora, who currently had a smug victorious grin plastered on her face witnessing her silent dilemma.

That was the absolute breaking point.

Ichinose stood up rapidly in her seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. She reached out, forcefully pulling down on Koya's hand to stop his momentum.

"Sorry, Koya-kun," she said softly.

Before he could process the apology, she leaned forward and kissed him directly on the lips.

Her lips were soft, warm, and surprisingly desperate but Koya didn't pull away.

He fully accepted it. He shifted his weight, placing his hand directly onto her waist and dragging her physically closer against his side. The sudden dominant contact made Ichinose blush a furious bright red with her heart hammering against her ribs.

Watching this, Misora tightly gritted her teeth, a vein popping on her forehead.

'He didn't grab my waist like that too…' Misora thought as pure indignation flooded her mind then, Koya let go.

He released his grip, leaving Ichinose completely in a flushed breathless daze.

"Thank you for today…" Koya said with a smile and Ichinose swallowed hard with her glasses slightly fogged.

"Anytime…" She nodded, her legs feeling entirely like jelly as she wobbled backward and dropped safely back into her seat.

Koya finally pulled out his chair and sat down heavily and he looked at the completely empty dining table.

"So, where's dinner?" Koya asked, actively hoping she had at least fixed the busted cooker she had destroyed

Misora crossed her arms over her bathrobe with a sour expression.

"The self-repairing function does not exist for our Class 5 lodgings," she explained while rolling her eyes. "And the extent of the damage went entirely further than I expected. So, I ordered Takeaway for today."

Koya nodded, accepting the logistics. Cold food was better than no food…

Misora then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the wooden table and her expression turned entirely serious.

"Before we start anything, I wanted to come clean," she said while locking eyes with him. Koya, as well as Ichinose, nodded in silent agreement, waiting for the confession.

"Remember Buffer Day, right?" Misora asked.

How could they possibly forget? It had literally happened yesterday.

"I promised Mio that she would be sleeping in your room, directly in your arms if she won and she did so…" Misora confessed.

Koya's jaw dropped slightly and he raised an eyebrow, he didn't have an issue with it but still... "Why didn't you consult me before making that be—"

He was entirely cut off. Ichinose violently trembled in her seat, putting both her hands flat against the sides of her face in alarm.

She turned her head quickly to look directly at him.

"D-does that mean I won't sleep on your bed, Koya-kun?" Ichinose asked but before Koya could even attempt to answer the blonde, the heavy front door of the apartment violently clicked open.

Mio walked inside the room.

Her short, perfectly cut black hair that was styled in a bob bounced slightly with her energetic steps. However, instead of her usual, piercing crimson eyes, her irises were currently a dull stormy gray instead.

She walked into the dining room with her arms entirely full as she held several different brown paper packs high up at them with a massive beaming smile.

"I'm here guys!" she announced cheerfully. "And I brought takeaway!"