The Passive Income System

{Ruby's POV}

SHHHHHHHHhhhhhh~

"Wow, Mahiru! To think you were hiding all that under your clothes!"

Mahiru's body was sculpted elegance, the kind that made it impossible not to stare. Her smooth skin glistened under the bathroom light, every curve and contour seemingly crafted with precision. My gaze traced the gentle lines of her waist, the subtle definition in her stomach—unfairly effortless beauty. A twinge of jealousy curled in my chest.

She kind of reminds me of Mom… she's just so beautiful.

"I mean, I know I'm beautiful, but do you really think it's that good?" Mahiru's voice was casual, but the way she avoided my eyes, fingers idly grazing her arm, told a different story.

"Eh? Mahiru, a-are you kidding?" Her eye-catching breasts, pretty face, and above-average fit figure were all stunning! If she was ugly, then most of the damn population would be horrid. I demand justice!

"Then why doesn't Amane ever look at me like most men do?" My lips twitched a bit.

"Isn't it because he has a girlfriend? Ohhhhh, speaking of—I spoke to her!"

"Really?! What's she like?"

"S-She's weird but also nice!"

"Weird how?"

"Well, like... she told me it's alright if he has m-multiple women."

"W-WHAT?! T-That's... huh?"

"She told me it was because she knew he would be super successful, so she might as well accept it."

Mahiru's mouth hung open in shock, which was super understandable. I had the same reaction, girl!

"It's good, though! At least we can pursue him, and it won't cause problems!" I walked over to the bath and turned off the water. The hot water filled the bathroom with steam, and I could already feel myself relaxing. My lower half was even starting to get a little tingly from the calming hot atmosphere.

"E-EH?!" Mahiru looked at me strangely, flailing as she clutched her towel against her mouth, her wide eyes darting around frantically.

"Mahiru, sit!" I didn't want her to fall and hurt herself, but she wasn't listening.

T-THUD!?~

"Ouch… ouch…"

"S-So sorry! That just threw me off."

"Nnh~"

"Ruby?"

"NNH~! M-Mahiru, move your hand...!"

"AH! I was wondering why it was so wet right there."

"Don't mention it so casually! You're so weird!"

But it did feel good, though… I wonder what it would feel like if Amane d-does it…? Blood rushed to my face as I picked up the towel Mahiru had dropped when she fell. Covering my face, I pinched my cheeks to chase away the naughty thoughts.

But seriously… a night with Amane and Mahiru sounds exciting...

"Here, Ruby. I'll make it up to you."

I peeked out from my towel, and Mahiru already had a rag filled with soap. I thought about it for a moment before just deciding to go with it—besides, I couldn't reach my back that well!

I sat down on the little stool in front of Mahiru, and she got to work.

"Wow~" Her touch was gentle yet firm, the perfect mix that felt almost like a massage. I felt myself loosen up, the tension melting away as everything from a few moments ago faded like a dream.

"Hehe~, I'm glad you're enjoying it." She continued scrubbing, and it was heavenly.

Splash~!

A warm rush of water hit my body clearing any soap or loose dirt. 'Originally, I didn't think this would count as making it up to me but damn Mahiru!'

"Turn towards me, Ruby."

"Okayyy~" I felt kind of childish, but whatever—it was only Mahiru.

She started washing from the top of my neck, moving slowly downward. Then, she made her way to my arms before returning to my breasts.

"Nhm~, Nhm~,"

I felt Mahiru's hands twitch, but I didn't bother to ask why. I was too lost in the gentle pleasure of the moment. My boobs weren't that big—just barely into the C-cup range—so there really wasn't much to wash.

And yet, for some reason, it felt like Mahiru was spending way more time than necessary on them. I didn't complain, though. Her touch felt amazing—not in a weird way! She was just that good at this!

Finishing up at my breasts, she moved down to my stomach, then my lower navel...

"AHHN~?!"

"S-Sorry!"

My heart pounded against my ribs, the lingering sensation making every nerve in my body tingle. The steamy air felt suffocating now, wrapping around me like an invisible weight.

'S-She did it again?!'

Her fingers had caressed and flicked against my most sensitive spot. A shiver shot up my spine, the ghost of her touch lingering far too vividly.

"I-If Amane did that th—NO! I-I need to calm down!"

Mahiru's "mistake"—which I seriously doubted was an accident—shattered every ounce of relaxation she had built up. M-More wicked thoughts clawed their way into my mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. My body reacted way too strongly, heat pooling where it shouldn't, pushing me dangerously close to losing myself.

It was probably Sawako's words, but no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, the image of Amane doing "that" refused to fade.

It made me feel so, so naughty… but God, it also felt good. This was so conflicting!

"Mahiru, you are so mean..." Puffing my cheeks, I jabbed her in the stomach.

"Gyah!?"

"Meanie! Meanie!" With each poke, Mahiru's body shivered, but I could feel her becoming more relaxed.

"R-Ruby, take this!"

"GYA!"

"Grrrr~"

"Myah~! Myah~!"

"You damn succubus! Amane called you an angel, but these damn boobs are anything but holy! Take my divine wrath!"

"S-ST~OP!"

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{Amane's POV}

Thoughts snapped into place like puzzle pieces, every variable accounted for in the span of a breath. The world slowed, but he didn't. He was moving at full speed, locked into the rhythm, one step ahead of everything else.

They are totally fondling each other in there.

I stared at the blank TV screen in front of me. Those two girls were so loud that I couldn't even concentrate on anything else. The man in me wanted to recreate the image I could hear.

Sawako, my love, you have no idea what you've done to me!

But…

Sawako, Ruby, and Mahiru on the same bed doesn't sound so bad…

I looked down at my body and tested my muscles.

I definitely need to work out more, though!