Chapter 5 Let’s Earn Some DP？
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Alright then… let’s see if there are any cute girls out there today,” El murmured, tapping lightly across the glowing Console with one clawed fingertip. The crystalline panel rippled like water at her touch, showing one forested scene after another as if a restless breeze was flipping through the world itself. Kanata leaned over her shoulder, blinking. Trees. So many trees. He couldn’t tell where one ended and another began, just an endless blur of green.
”Oh… found a good one,” El whispered, her lips curling.
The image stilled on two girls. The older one looked around fourteen, maybe fifteen, her hair tied messily back, her features soft but already striking. The younger—maybe ten—clutched a woven basket in both hands, standing knee-deep in wildflowers. They were picking through the underbrush, gathering herbs and fat red berries, giggling quietly to each other.
”Sisters,” El mused. “Lucky you… first score of the day, and it’s a two-for-one.”
Kanata stared blankly, not sure he’d heard her right, but El just stretched lazily and said, “I’ll go fetch them,” before the air around her shimmered—and she was gone.
Kanata blinked at the empty space. Then back at the panel. Then back at the space. He stayed there like that for a while, dazed, until El’s tiny figure flickered into view again on the screen. She hovered behind the two girls, just outside their peripheral vision, a dark butterfly against the soft light of the glade. They didn’t notice her at all, still laughing softly as they plucked leaves and stuffed them into their baskets.
El drifted lower… lower… and settled like a puff of shadow atop the younger girl’s head.
The girl’s body jerked. Just a little. Her basket wobbled, berries spilling.
”Alma? Hey, Alma!” The older sister’s voice cracked as the little one straightened suddenly. “Where are you going?!”
”I— I don’t know!” Alma’s eyes were wide and wet, her voice trembling. “My body… it’s moving on its own—!”
Then she turned and ran, feet kicking up soft dirt as she bolted deeper into the trees.
”Wait—Alma, wait!!” her sister cried, panic sharp in her voice as she stumbled after her. “Is it a monster?!”
Kanata switched the panel to a wider view just in time to see the two small shapes sprinting straight toward the Dungeon’s moss-dark entrance.
A few minutes later, the door hissed open.
”I’m back~. Kanata, I brought them,” El sang, perched smugly on Alma’s head like a smug black cat. Alma stood rigid, chest heaving, eyes unfocused.
”Hah… hah… Alma!!” The older sister burst in right after, hair wild and face pale, a small foraging knife shaking in her hand. She froze when her gaze landed on Kanata—and immediately stepped in front of her sister, blade raised.
”O-onee-chan…!” Alma whimpered, trying to run to her, but her limbs only twitched uselessly, jerking like they belonged to someone else.
”I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” El said sweetly, eyes gleaming. “Unless you don’t mind your little sister getting hurt.”
The older girl’s knuckles whitened around the hilt. She gritted her teeth, glaring murder at Kanata… then let the knife clatter to the stone floor. The sound echoed like a tiny bell.
”Good choice,” El cooed.
”Wh… what are you going to do with us?” the older girl bit out, voice shaking but steady.
”Hmm. First, let’s get those clothes off,” Kanata heard himself say before he even thought about it.
”W-what?!” she squeaked.
”It’s called disarming,” he said, trying for casual and failing spectacularly. “Need to check if you’re hiding any other weapons, right?”
…A lie. Obviously. He was ninety-nine percent sure country girls didn’t keep secret daggers strapped under their skirts. But she was older than he’d expected, and—okay—her chest was… distracting.
”You’re so bad, Kanata,” El teased, swaying her tail. “Alright, Alma-chan, you too. Let’s get these off~.”
Kanata could only watch, half-horrified, half-frozen, as Alma’s trembling hands moved on their own, tugging clumsily at her clothes. Her eyes were wide and glossy with tears, but her fingers kept moving, as if pulled by invisible strings. Cloth slipped down her thin arms, piling at her feet.
”Stop… please… why…” she whispered.
Her sister’s breath hitched sharply. She stood rooted, fury and fear twisting her face, and began—slowly, reluctantly—undoing her own laces.
Kanata’s throat was dry. This was insane. Completely insane. He didn’t even know what they were doing anymore, just that the air felt heavy, like the whole Dungeon was holding its breath.
”By the way… what’s your name?” he asked hoarsely.
The older girl didn’t answer at first. Just glared daggers at him from beneath her lashes, silent.
”Be honest,” El said lightly. “Or your little sister might… slip.”
Alma’s small fingers were curled around the dropped knife now, the blade pressed gently to the pale skin of her own neck. Her movements weren’t hers.
”…Syl,” the girl whispered at last, voice cracking.
”Syl, huh,” Kanata said. His eyes—against his will—flicked downward. “Big chest.”
Syl flinched like he’d slapped her, then hunched her shoulders and crossed her arms over her bare skin. “D-don’t stare!”
”Mm. But… what are we even—” Kanata started.
”What do you think?” El’s smile sharpened like a blade. “You two are here to be Kanata’s reward. Obviously.”
Syl’s whole face contorted. “No… n-no! Never!”
”Oh? Then maybe Alma-chan will go first.” El’s tail flicked.
”Wh—wait… no…” Alma whimpered as her small hands slid down her own trembling body, like puppeted things—
—and Kanata realized, too late, that El wasn’t bluffing.
The Console hummed softly in the corner, the only witness to the moment everything tipped over the edge.
El released Alma from her control, her presence shifting to Syl like a shadow slipping from one form to another. Syl’s hands, guided by an unseen force, grasped her own ankles, pulling them apart to leave her exposed in a vulnerable pose. “W-what…?” Syl’s voice quivered, her eyes wide with shock as her body betrayed her, moving against her will in a way that sent a flush of heat across her skin.
”Let’s get started,” Kanata murmured, his voice low and rough, stirred by the sight of the sisters, caught in their helpless state. His pulse quickened, a storm of desire already brewing within him.
Syl’s body, primed by the tension in the air, was ready. Kanata moved closer, his touch igniting a spark as he pressed himself into her embrace, the connection sudden and overwhelming. Syl’s breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. “Ngh…! Oh…” Her voice trembled, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
”You okay?” Kanata asked, a flicker of concern softening his gaze, wondering if he’d pushed too far.
”I’m… I’m fine… I can feel you, Kanata…” Syl’s words were strained, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she shook her head. But El, ever the puppet master, grinned through Syl’s form, her voice a teasing invitation. “Come on, Kanata, don’t hold back!”
Reassured, Kanata began to move, his rhythm steady, each motion drawing them deeper into a shared intensity. The air filled with the soft sounds of their connection, a quiet cadence that echoed through the room, mingling with Syl’s breathless gasps. “Oh…! Oh…! No… this…!” Her voice wavered, torn between resistance and the tide of warmth flooding her senses.
”Oh… Kanata… it’s… so intense…” El’s voice layered over Syl’s, her tone vibrant with shared sensation, carried by her uncanny ability to feel what Syl felt. The duet of their voices wove a spell around Kanata, making him feel as though he were entwined with both at once, his excitement surging with every moment. *This… it’s unreal…* His thoughts spun, lost in the heat, his movements quickening with fervor.
”Oh…! Yes…!” Syl’s gasps grew desperate, her body swaying in time with Kanata’s, each motion pulling her deeper into a haze of sensation. The rhythm between them built, a dance that heightened Kanata’s own feelings, drawing him closer to the edge. *This is… incredible…* He was caught in the moment, chasing a peak that felt within reach.
”No…! I can’t…! It’s too much…!” Syl’s voice broke, a raw edge to her words as the intensity overwhelmed her.
”Me too…!” El’s cry blended with hers, their voices merging in a shared crescendo.
And then—
”Oh…! Kanata…!” Syl’s voice peaked, her body trembling as Kanata pressed deeper, a rush of warmth flooding between them. The intensity was overwhelming, a wave that left them both breathless, their connection pulsing with shared heat. *It’s… so much…* El felt it too, her senses intertwined with Syl’s, savoring the moment’s peak.
”It’s… overwhelming…!” Syl gasped, her body shuddering as the sensation carried her away, her strength fading until she collapsed, her mind slipping into a quiet haze.
Kanata eased back, his breath heavy, and turned to Alma. El had already shifted to her, guiding Alma’s body into a low, inviting pose, her movements slow and deliberate. “Come here, Kanata,” El purred, her voice a velvet lure.
”No… please…” Alma’s voice was a fragile whisper, her eyes glistening with fear as she sensed what was coming. But to Kanata, her plea only stirred the fire within him.
He steadied her trembling form, drawing her close, and pressed himself into her warmth, the connection sparking a new wave of intensity. “Oh… it’s here…” El’s voice rang out, bright with excitement.
”No…! It’s too much… please…” Alma’s voice cracked, tears spilling as she pleaded, her body caught in the tide.
Kanata moved with purpose, each motion drawing a tighter embrace from Alma’s form, her warmth enveloping him in a way that sent shivers through his core. “Oh…! No…!” Alma’s voice softened, her protests fading into a reluctant warmth as her body began to respond.
”Oh…! Kanata, yes…!” El’s voice grew louder, riding the wave of Alma’s sensations. Their voices intertwined, a duet that urged Kanata forward.
He reached out, his hands gently exploring Alma’s form, teasing her sensitive spots with care. Her body trembled with each touch, her gasps soft but sharp. “No… please… I can’t…” Alma’s voice wavered, caught in a storm of sensation.
”Oh, Kanata, more…!” El countered, her voice thick with delight, spurring him on.
Their reactions intensified, Alma’s soft cries blending with El’s as they neared a peak. “Oh…! I’m… I’m losing it…!” Alma’s voice was a desperate whisper.
Kanata felt the surge within him, the pressure building until it spilled over, a rush of warmth binding them together. “It’s… so much…!” El’s voice soared, mingling with Alma’s soft cry. “Oh…!”
The moment carried them both to a shared peak, their bodies trembling in unison. Kanata lingered in the afterglow, a quiet satisfaction settling over him. *That… was incredible…*
As he eased back, Alma’s form glistened with the remnants of their connection, a soft sheen catching the dim light. She collapsed, her body quivering, a single tear tracing her cheek. “Haa… haa…” Her breaths were faint, her gaze distant.
Kanata’s eyes lingered on her, his desire still burning. “Alma-chan…” he murmured, leaning closer, his shadow falling over her trembling form.
”W-what…? You’re… not done…?” Alma’s voice trembled, her eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and fear.
He nodded, his expression soft but unyielding. “I… I’m so tired… please…” Alma twisted, trying to pull away, but her body was too weak to resist.
”It’s okay,” Kanata said gently, his voice almost tender. “I’ll take it slow.” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, his touch stirring a quiet warmth within her. The soft sounds of their connection filled the air, a gentle rhythm that eased Alma’s resistance, her body slowly yielding.
When he pulled back, a faint shimmer lingered between them, breaking as he moved lower, his lips brushing her neck. “Ah…” Alma’s voice was soft, ticklish, as he continued downward, tracing her collarbone to her chest.
”No… not there…!” Alma gasped as he lingered, his touch teasing her sensitive spots. Her body trembled, each reaction spurring him on. He pressed further, caught in her responses, exploring her form with care. “Oh… please… no more…!” Alma’s voice was a tearful plea, her eyes shimmering.
But Kanata continued, and then Syl joined, guided by El’s unseen hand, her touch grazing Alma’s core. “No…! Onee-chan, please…!” Alma’s voice broke, her pleas desperate.
Neither paused. Their touches grew more intense, Syl’s movements relentless as Kanata pressed on. “No…! I can’t…! It’s too much…!” Alma’s cry softened as a wave carried her away, her body trembling before she went limp, her consciousness fading.
Even then, Syl lifted Alma’s still form, holding her steady as Kanata moved closer, their connection sparking anew. Alma’s body twitched faintly, caught in a haze of sensation. Syl, pinned beneath Kanata’s rhythm, shared the same fate.
The sisters were drawn into the cycle, their forms intertwined with Kanata’s until his desire was finally sated.
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