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You end up watching, with some amusement, as Kisha and the rest of your maids decide to get a game of Spin the Bottle started right as Sveta returns from your minibar. The petite Magical Girl stumbles back to your couch on wobbly legs. She hiccups once, her cheeks flushed red as she scans the scene. Her eyes go wide as she catches sight of the glass bottle Kisha laid out on the floor, her face screwing up from the sheer horror of it all.

Sheesh. Children these days are so sheltered, getting flustered over a simple kissing game of all the games.

"Spin, spin, spin-" you hear two of your maids begin to chant. Zara and Xia, you think? Now there's a delectable pair; ooh, you need to get them into your bed at some point.

"Spin! Spin! Spin the bottle!" The rest of your catgirl maids chime in, throwing their hands up and cheering. Kisha gets in on the action as well. Your adorable pale-haired employee claps her hands together gaily, beckoning her sister with an inviting gesture.

You sit on the sidelines and watch, scooping up a glass of fine white wine and sipping at its contents.

Ah, youthful exuberance. How delicious. How wonderful to behold. In this particular case? You're content to sit back and watch. There's something to be said about being able to live vicariously through the excitement of others. Would that you were able to engage in simple games like this when you were younger and stupider…

You blink, staring down at your drink, letting the idle chatter permeating the room wash over you. Gosh! Where did that come from? Goodness gracious, you're thankful you don't have the habit of talking out loud. What would your maids think if they heard you vocalize your thoughts just now?

They'd think you're… Old! And not like, in a delicious way, like you're a succulent MILF with mommy milkers! In an unsexy way, like you're an old granny with liver spots and wrinkles! And sagging breasts!

More than that, your cute maids would think that you're… You're boring too!

A shudder ripples down your back as you solemnly swear never to think those old, boring maudlin thoughts anymore because you're Alice Takanashi! You're not old and boring! You're young and sexy! And sure, you have the occasional serious, introspective thought, but that's all part of being whimsical!

You contain multitudes. You're many things!

And you're definitely all about life being full of joy. Like the joy that comes from watching two girls kiss each other or fall in love with one another. Speaking of...

"Come on, sis, spin the bottle! Spin it, spin it-" Kisha chants.

"… No, I uh, I don't… You should spin, and I'll just… I'll..." Sveta stammers. This stray kitty's looking beyond flustered at this point. She's clutching the bottle of vodka in her hands like a security blanket.

"Fine, I'll spin it then. C'mon, Xia, hand me the bottle!"

"Okay!" The black-haired catgirl chirps as she passes that bottle over to Kisha.

Mmh, life should be all about joy, passion, and feeling. As much as you'd like to pin Kisha and Sveta down, hell, all of the girls in this penthouse down so you can molest and defile them, gobbling them up like the scrumptious treats that they are…

Well, matchmaking presents its own kind of joy too. Let it be known that Alice Takanashi's a romantic at heart. Let it be known that you do actually like getting to play cupid. What? You've got your sappy moments. You've got feelings; you're not just a demonic sex machine!

You're a cute, sexy (corrupted) Magical Girl! And Magical Girls are all about passion and feeling!

Life should be fun and entertaining. This is your creed.

So it shouldn't come as a surprise to anybody that you jinx the bottle Kisha's spinning, taking a leaf out of Libromancer's book. Just a harmless entropic curse, something to jinx the bottle and change how it spins.

Just a little something that makes it so seven times out of ten? This bottle will force Kisha and Sveta to kiss whenever they spin it.

You take another sip of your wine, lounging on your couch as you watch the glass bottle slowing to a stop. The assembled maids gasp as it halts. Squeals of joy begin to erupt from this little group as they exactly who the bottle's pointing towards.

Sveta looks down at the bottle pointing at her, and gulps audibly. She trembles as Kisha leans in to try to kiss her sister. Sveta's breath quickens, her slim shoulders trembling as Kisha's dainty lips approach.

Ooh, are you going to be able to witness Kisha and Sveta's first kiss? The anticipation's killing you! Ah, to see something as beautiful and wholesome as sisterly love defiled and corrupted into something decidedly unwholesome right in your home...

"N… Nope!"

The flustered Magical Girl grips her sister's shoulders and gently pushes her back. Sveta scrambles to her feet then. She almost trips on the floorboards as she stumbles away from the gaggle of girls assembled on your floor; that's how awkward and jerky her movements are. You sigh, taking a quick whiff of her scent as she passes you by on her mad dash toward the door.

Oh, look, you've got a runner. Ugh, what a buzzkill.

"Aw..." One of your maids pouts.

"Is she leaving? Hey, Sveta, why are you leaving? Don't leave Kisha here; that's not cool…!"

"Does this mean they aren't going to, like, be the two best sisters like we are Becky…?"

Look at what she's done! She's disappointed your maids as well!

Sveta's probably at her breaking point right now. You should've figured something like this would happen, considering how wound up and completely repressed this girl is. She's so uptight, with a massive stick lodged right up her fair derriere. It's a minor miracle she didn't run the instant she saw you, Kisha, and the rest of the girls in your revealing nighties.

Actually, that's definitely the large quantities of essence floating around in her body. The corruptive substances Kisha's been feeding her have increased her sex drive and lowered her inhibitions, but not quite enough for her to be onboard with kissing her sister without a little nudge, or a push.

Oh well, there's nothing for it; you'll just have to play cupid some other time. Maybe after Kisha's laced Sveta's drinks with some more of your lovely essence-infused pills, or-

Kisha lets out a forlorn, depressed sigh. It matches the crestfallen, downtrodden look on her face. You find yourself sighing as well.

… You don't like to see cute girls unhappy. Cute girls should be happy all the time! Their faces screwed up with desire and lust, their eyes glazed over from the sheer multitude of orgasms you've coaxed out of their trembling bodies, their mouths letting out adorably breathy pants as… As…

Oh, hang it all, now you're turned on even more.

… It might be worth stepping in, in this case. Young love's so adorable, after all. You did promise to pair Kisha with her sister. And more to the point, you wanted to complete your set of lewd, corrupted Magical Girls sooner rather than later, and Sveta's right here...

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