"Ugh—S-save... gulp... me..."
"GYAAAH—!! I-I'll never—sob—AGH! My bones! It's going to breaaak!! I'll never do it again!!"
The agonized, despairing screams echoed through the room, stabbing into Patchouli's fragile nerves like needles.
Under her horrified gaze, Aya—who had been knocked out cold with a chop to the neck—was now writhing awake from sheer pain.
After several more cycles of being knocked out and then jolted back to consciousness by the torment, the tengu's face had taken on the pallor of a corpse.
Patchouli swallowed hard, her throat dry, before cautiously attempting to inch her way off the bed.
But the moment she moved, Rin and Sakuya's heads snapped toward her in unison, making her freeze instantly and squeeze her eyes shut.
"Did I hear something?"
"Probably just restless sleeping from the alcohol."
"Don't worry about it. Keep going—you're a natural at this, Sakuya. Picking it up so fast."
"Only because you're such a good teacher."
The two exchanged praises before refocusing on Aya's "corpse."
This tengu made for perfect practice material. Every time they hit a key acupoint, she'd let out a scream that reinforced the lesson.
The only downside was having to knock her out again each time...
Meanwhile, Patchouli cracked her eyes open once more and resumed her silent, worm-like squirming toward the edge of the bed.
But just then, Reimu suddenly rolled over—right onto Patchouli's legs, pinning her in place.
Reimu!!!
Patchouli's face turned green. This damn shrine maiden was doing it on purpose, wasn't she?!
She was about to kick her off when Rin glanced over again, forcing her to grit her teeth and endure.
"Reimu really can't hold her liquor, huh? Shouldn't let her drink so much next time."
"Could be worse. At least she's not throwing a drunken fit. My young mistress tends to run around causing chaos when she's had too much."
"True."
"After we're done with Aya, should we give the others a try too?"
"Of course. Different individuals require adjustments. Let's start with Patchouli next."
"Got it."
Patchouli shuddered, her heart sinking like a stone.
Before she could react, Rin had already walked over, moved Reimu aside, and scooped her up—placing her right next to Aya on the other bed.
Lying side by side with the "corpse," Patchouli's heart nearly stopped.
I'm doomed!!!!
Sakuya eyed Patchouli's stiff but still eye-catching form, her eyelid twitching before she flatly suggested—
"Maybe flip her over first. She's... distracting me."
"..."
Rin's lips twitched, but he complied, turning Patchouli onto her stomach.
Patchouli felt like a helpless plaything at this point, her drunkenness and fear stripping away any will to resist.
Every time she mustered the resolve to fight back, Aya's screams shattered her determination at the perfect moment.
But before long, Aya finally fell silent.
Sakuya exhaled tiredly, wiping sweat from her brow as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"More exhausting than I expected."
"That's normal for your first time. It'll get easier with practice."
"Perfect timing. While you rest, let me go over the key points for Patchouli."
Rin patted Patchouli's back—almost like testing the tenderness of meat—making her jolt.
But as his hands pressed gently along her spine, the expected pain never came. Instead, an indescribable pleasure and stimulation coursed through her.
Her will to resist faded instantly as Rin's voice drifted over—
"Patchouli's been holed up too long, never exercising. Her muscles aren't as tense as Aya's—much softer."
"Accordingly, use a lighter touch. Her frail body can't handle rough treatment."
"Focus on guiding her. Ease her into it, applying pressure gradually until you can properly realign the bones."
As Rin explained, his movements grew even more skilled and gentle, delivering the perfect amount of pressure to maximize Patchouli's enjoyment.
At this point, any thought of escape vanished from Patchouli's mind. She even considered asking for an extended session.
As long as it's Rin doing it and not Sakuya!
Watching Patchouli's barely restrained look of bliss—and the way her "human kindness" strained yet held firm under Rin's kneading—Sakuya's gaze turned icy.
Maybe I should just remove Patchouli from the massage list altogether. She'll ruin my focus.
Meiling too!
But just then, as Rin gradually increased the pressure, Patchouli realized the severity of her mistake.
"W-wait—"
SNAP
The crisp sound made even Sakuya flinch.
Patchouli's eyes bulged like a suffocating goldfish, her mouth opening soundlessly as her entire body locked up in agony.
Before she could recover, the next wave of torment hit.
Silently observing how Patchouli's fingers twisted the pillow into a crumpled mess, Sakuya's earlier irritation faded—replaced by eager anticipation.
"Let me try?"
"Done resting? Sure, but go easy on her." Rin stepped aside without a second thought.
The moment Sakuya's hands made contact, Patchouli's screams joined Aya's in a symphony of suffering.
Yet no matter how loud the cries grew, Reimu on the other bed remained dead to the world—even scratching her exposed, soft belly in contentment.
She smacked her lips, as if savoring a dream, before rolling over and burrowing deeper into the blankets.
This wine is really good...
That same thought floated through Yuugi and Suika's minds simultaneously, their expressions dazed.
Even after buying alcohol from another shop as a substitute, a few sips in, it might as well have been water.
Compared to that aroma, nothing else mattered!
After a long silence staring into their empty bowls, Suika suddenly piped up—
"Yugi, you've got the body for it. Why don't you be the bait?"
"Right now, neither of us can drink. But if one of us sacrifices ourselves, the other might get a chan—OW OW OW! I'm just being honest!"
Suika flailed as Yuugi stretched her cheeks, her face the picture of innocence.
Every second spent smelling that wine was torture.
Rather than endure this torment, why not offer a sacrifice for even a sliver of hope?
If Yugi used her... assets to "exhaust" the owner to death, they'd be free!
This plan is flawless!