Having already started having fun on a regular basis with Kosuri and Tanukichi, all that was left was Otome as far as SOX members were considered.
She considered leaving it be, but didn't want the loltita artist (that is to say an artist whom is a lolita, not an artist who exclusively draws lolita) to feel left out when she found out about the fun the rest of the members were all having together. It was possible she'd already found out actually, considering how easily she found hiding places and how quiet she'd been around them recently.
This in mind, Ayame put a plan into motion, getting the other two SOX members on board before leading Otome into the room of the bed with the base.
Otome, assuming some fun would be occuring in the room and she'd get to watch while she worked, headed towards her little compartment. It was larger than she remembered, and she was a bit caught off guard by Ayame asking if she could join her to 'observe her creative process.'
As a proud artist she couldn't very well refuse, even though she already suspected shenanigans. Ayame sat down inside the hatch, her lap becoming Otome's chair as she closed the door.
They sat there together, awkwardly, for a few moments before Kosuri and Tanukichi entered the room, seemingly unaware of being watched. Ayame's hands moved from her sides to Otome's, slowly moving along her and down to her hips.
Otome didn't object to Ayame's advances, simply squirming gently against Ayame's lap as she looked through the slit in the wall at the show which had been prepared for her; teeth and tongue already manipulating the pencil in her mouth to work on a new drawing as she was enjoyed the show.
"Big brother, I.. I don't know about this.." Kosuri said, her acting-as it always was-incredible as she made herself sound perfectly like a nervous virgin little sister. Getting her to help out with this has been trivial, to the point that they probably could have had her be on board without even explaining that there was a plan involved at all.
The issue had been Tanukichi, who'd been more reluctant. But Ayame managed to convince him, promising him a big reward; and her one opportunity to do anything at all he wanted with Kosuri without her teasing him mercilessly for it.
Which was a tall order frankly, as Kosuri teetered on the edge of lolita. Then again, considering what she was in the immediate process of doing, he could easily turn such an taunt back on her.
Tanukichi approached Kosuri, attempting to play his part as well, "It'll be fine, I promise~" He said, reaching out to Kosuri.
Otome had essentially become a fetish bank, storing new kinks in her mind as quickly as she found them, and ground herself against Ayame's probing fingers as she watched the faux incest scene before her.
Ayame grinned, hoping what would follow would trigger the excitement that she always seemed to get when she discovered a new one; a high of delight and lust. It had lasted several days when she'd discovered furry hentai.
Ayame stopped teasing and began pushing a finger into Otome, gently moving her finger inside of the smaller girl as she watched.
Kosuri shook her head, "N-no big brother. I love you, but this is wrong." She said, turning around and pretending to walk off; only to be grabbed and thrown onto the bed.
"Then I'm not asking." Tanukichi said, forcing a bit of ferocity into his voice. Otome's eyes widened as she watched the incest love seen become an incest forced sex scene, a kind of sex she'd not yet seen.
She'd been under the impression that rape could only ever be a horrible crime, and while she definitely wasn't wrong, Ayame had decided to clue her in to the force sex kink. So long as it wasn't real, it became weirdly hot to see.
Otome watched, her pussy growing hotter and wetter around Ayame's finger. She added a second, pumping them into Otome faster as she saw Tanukichi forcibly undress Kosuri, who somehow managed to really look like she was struggling without actually struggling at all, even managing to help Tanukichi get the clothes off of her while appearing to be in a desperate struggle.
"Such a cute little girl~" Tanukichi purred once she'd been stripped of everything but her stocking, taking out his solid length. Kosuri's eyes widened genuinely, as she'd not yet seen the size of his length and was caught off guard by it.
She realized that if they maintained the forced sex scene, he'd be giving her no mercy with it. Rather than make her slow down, it only made her more excited.
She tried again to 'escape', making it look like she was trying to run passed him, which only succeeded in pressing her body against his and letting him pick her up and force her down onto the bed. He crawled up on the bed, member lined up to her bare pussy.
He wasn't trying to angle it in such a way that Otome would have a good view of his member sawing in and out of Kosuri. He was successful, Otome's hips bucking harder against Ayame's fingers.
She was up to three now, digging her fingers into her cunt roughly now as she felt her growing closer from the show. Much as she had a fetish for a bit of everything, voyeurism seemed to be her central pleasure.
She watched in delight, pencil moving furiously across the paper, as she watched Kosuri scream from Tanukichi's cock hammering into her; her acting no longer acting, just raw pleasure and a bit of pain from the roughness he was using, and didn't seem keen on slowing down with.
Possibly he was still working through his old anger at her for betraying them before, which she felt was fair; especially since she didn't mind a bit of pain.
"Take it all sister~" He moaned as he slammed his cock hard into her, trying to hilt himself inside of her. Kosuri cried out, clenching tighter around his rod as Otome clenched around Ayame's fingers.
Much fun as they were having, Ayame wasn't sure how she or anyone could ever have a mutually pleasurable fuck if Otome were to need a show to watch whenever she went at it.
Then, a grin spread across her face as an idea involving a full lenght mirror came to mind.