Rika's older sisters

Nino glared as Ichika continued to press the spatula against her mouth.

"Rika, do you know these... degenerates?" Masaru asked.

"Sadly, they're my older sisters, the twins Nino and Ichika," Rika groaned.

"These two are your sisters!?"

"Oi pretty boy, don't go hatin a cute girl like me just yet," Ichika cooed as she whipped out a gold medallion from her large breasts with her free hand.

Rika attempted to avert her eyes but found her self unable to do so fast enough.

"Shit, now we're at her will," Rika thought as she glared at Ichika.

"Why the glarin Ri-ri-ka? I'm just pulling this sucker out. You can blink just fine. Anyway, let's get onto the challenge. I here a few weeks ago there was quite the cook off here. Pretty sure it was cute Ri-ri-ka against a hot slut with white hair and red eyes, and our country's next minister of justice, assuming he's still alive, Kazuya Takeda," Ichika sneered.

"Hope that bastard's dead!" one patron yelled.

"Yeah, fuck Takeda, I was thrown in jail for a month just for refusing to spare him some change," another yelled.

"Wow, if only he was still alive to hear all that slander. Well good thing he's dead. Anyway, I heard there was a pretty hefty wager made last time. If Takeda's female friend lost, she'd be reduced to a state so hairless, no one would be able to even tell she ever had hair. But if Ri-ri-ka lost, not only would she become Miss Hairless freakshow 2016, but she'd also become a nude seafood platter in her own restaurant. Oh the humiliation that would have been. Well, sadly Dead dead dead Takeda ripped up the legally binding contract, so the bet was off and that girl kept her hair despite Ri-ri-ka trouncing both her and the dead guy. Now it's time for round 2! This time, there WILL be a punishment," Ichika snickered.

"So are you gonna face me?" Rika glared.

"Come on, don't cut Onee off before she announces the punishment. That's just toxic girl. Just like last time, if Ri-ri-ka loses, she goes bald, nude, and we drag her away never to cook again. But since you're taking on me and Nino-nee, the punishment will be split for us."

"MMPH!?" Nino shouted.

"That's right, it's another 2v1 where you lose if either one of us wins. As for which one of us will get which punishment. I think Nino-nee will go nude, and I'll get the shave. But that'll never happen," Ichika laughed as she shook her hair around and removed the spatula from Nino's mouth.

"WHY AM I GETTING ROPED INTO THIS!?" Nino shouted.

"We're twins dummy. We gotta do this together. I'm getting tired of you skirting my wagers all the time. Besides it wasn't like you protested."

"Because you were GAGGING me!"

"You could have just, ya know, moved. I was just pressin a spatula into your mouth, but guess you're a masochist. I'll remember to get you a gag ball for Christmas."

"DON'T!"

"Anyway, to prove we aren't half assing things, we brought everything needed for your punishment Ri-ri-ka."

Nino set down her backpack and took out it's contents, hair clippers, tweezers, cans of shaving cream, bottles of hot wax, bottles of hair removal cream, body oil, a portable laser, which was actually stolen from a research lab, and a leash and collar with a dog-tag labeled, "Ri-ri-ka" on it.

"You bitch, you think I'm gonna lose to you two at cooking!?" Rika glared.

"Yeah, and when we get home I'm throwing you to Hasue as a model for her art project," Ichika sneered.

A chill went down Rika's spine as Ichika prepared to snap her fingers.

"Oh, and this time you serve first. We begin in 5, same cooking rules as last time. As for the judges, Masaru, that guy who was all happy about Takeda's death, and... that beautiful woman that just walked in," Ichika sneered as she snapped her fingers.

"Huh!? The hell am I judgin!?" Helga glared.

Her hair was still dyed black making her unrecognizable to the patrons. Helga immediately stormed up to Rika as she headed towards her food station.

"Um, who are you exactly?" Matcha asked.

"Um, ME!" Helga glared.

"HELGA!? *Pft* Wow, you actually look good with black hair," Matcha chuckled.

"The hell are you laughing at!?"

"Just hard to imagine you actually dying your hair, or are you bald and wearing a wig?"

"It's REAL!"

"So you gonna keep it?"

"Hell no! I'm dying it back at the salon as soon as I'm done with this crap!"

"I say keep it black. I dyed my hair green years ago and never went back."

"Your hair's dyed? I thought it was natural," Rika said.

"Nah, pink's my natural color, but I hated it and dyed my hair and brows green.

Mimi then walked over and immediately burst into laughter upon seeing Helga.

"Wow, you look just like Hylda did when she went undercover that one time," Mimi laughed.

"You laughin too!?"

"Did back then, did just now.

"Then just like "back then" I'm kicking your ass for that later!"

"You really do remind me so much of Hylda. I'm glad you survived that mission."

"Oh, um yeah. It was a world I never wanna see again. Nor do I wanna see gravy for at least another month. So what the hell am I judging!?"

"A cook-off. 2v1, my older sisters vs me. Punishment is the same as back during the one you chickened out of."

"I'm NOT shaving my head!"

"Relax, you're in the clear. That dead guy ripped up the contract anyway. _!?"

"Dead guy? Takeda's dead!? I heard he was missing, but dead!?"

"Oh, a patron claims he saw Takeda dead in a ditch somewhere and everyone rolled with it," Mimi smiled.

"Well, guess he kinda had it comin. Shoulda focused more on cooking than law," Helga grumbled as she went to sit at the judging table.

"So what's the deal with your sisters?" Matcha asked.

"Ichika's both a master hypnotist and a hardcore gambler. She enjoys forcing us into challenges with a hardcore extreme batsu game punishment. Her hypnosis is also so good, she can even subject herself to it if she so wishes. That's where she gets her gambler's high. But damn her. Now everyone's gonna be saying Takeda's dead. I mean he is, but now it will be out in the mainstream," Rika grumbled.

"We'll worry about that later, but you mentioned that even she is subject to her own hypnosis, does that mean-"

"Yep, if I lose, I'm forced to get the punishment against my will," Ichika sneered as she appeared behind Matcha.

"EEP!"

"You look like that girl from the 5-11. So anyway, how bout I rundown some of the punishments that have come from my games. So I've lost only thee times ever in my life. Funnily enough, they were all a year ago.  One punishment is that I can't wear socks and undergarments for the rest of my life, so yeah I'm commando. I was even stripped nude, and bound and gagged to a chair as I was forced to watch my sisters burn all my socks and undergarments to nothing. The second is that I can only wear this outfit I'm wearing now, ever. Just like the fist bet, I was bound and gagged and forced to watch all my other clothes go up in smoke. Though at least I was clothed that time. I can have multiple sets of this outfit, but I'm basically forced to wear this outfit as much as possible. So yeah, this is basically how I'm forced to dress when I sleep, go to a fancy place, or even the beach and pool. I even bathe fully clothed, sneakers and all. Also get yelled at for rarely taking my sneakers off when I crash at someone's place. Though I do go 100% nude for things like some hot springs, SPA treatment, and... the third punishment I got which was a full body permanent tan."

"Wait the tan's permanent? I thought it was just a spray on," Rika gasped.

"Nah, I'm hardcore and hate half-assing things. Nino-nee will tell you that I was bawling my eyes out when they shoved me in that tanning coffin Muku built. Hell I thought I was gonna get all my skin scorched off in that thing. But guess little miss mad scientist had it right and I ended up with a sexy tan. Naturally, this means that you'll soon be having every hair follicle on your body destroyed. That combination of things I brought seems to be the key to eternal hairlessness. And before you ask, I tested out the hair removal regiment on everything from my neck down a year ago, and low and behold, completely smooth, no hair follicles ever coming back to this day. Hell, I won an underworld Nobel beauty prize for my discovery. Muku was so jealous she threatened to tattoo my beautiful face, and well she lost that bet. Best of all, you're poised to be experiencing that complete baldness I discovered soon. At least your soon to be ex-boyfriend's gonna get to watch your humiliation as a breakup gift," Ichika taunted as she slammed her divinely smooth leg into the wall, mere inches away from Rika's face.

"You can touch, I don't mind. They are the smoothest in the world," Ichika mockingly blushed as she nudged her leg into Rika's cheek.

"Yeah, if I want to feel some silky smooth legs, I can just roll up my pants and touch my own," Rika growled.

"They aren't as smooth as mine...YET."

"Why the hell are you REALLY here?"

Ichika simply smiled before retracting her leg from the wall and performing a kick, stopping it mere centimeters from Rika's face. Rika glared at the spotless white sole of Ichika's sneaker unfazed as wind gushed into her face and dented the wall behind her. Ichika simply chuckled and lowered her leg slowly.

"Well, you'll be physically incapable of glaring like that ever again once all your hair goes," Ichika sneered as Masaru walked over.

"What was that!? I heard a loud noise."

"Oh, just my dumbass sister doing some party tricks," Rika grumbled.

"So are high stake cook off wagers the norm in your family?"

"Oh yeah, like totes the norm! Why we get REALLY hardcore and metal sometimes. Like the time Rika lost that "cook off" to me when she was 10. Tell him what happened," Ichika jeered.

"The bitch ripped off all my nails."

Masaru's mouth hung open in horrified shock as Ichika laughed.

"Yeah, we believe "bad chefs" should get punished for failing.  You know my little sis Hasue that came in here with my father earlier? I beat that little hellspawn a few months ago and had her yank out ALL her teeth. Had to get implants, and even then still needed braces. Then there's my other little sister who's also Hasue's twin, Muku. I beat her and she had to get a face tattoo. Best part is school pictures and her birthday were the day after that. Then there's my mother. Beat her and made her gouge an eye out. Not like the culinary world lost anything special. Hell, it was the same before and after she lost the eye. Well, look forward to watching Ri-ri-ka walked out of here nude n bald," Ichika mockingly laughed as she walked away.

"Ri- Rika, your family is terrifying. I completely understand why you were so terrified earlier," Masaru trembled.

Hearing that helped restore Rika's mental state and resolve.

"Heh, you don't know half the hell they put me through. Now watch as I send em packing. Well actually don't watch when Nino goes nude. I don't want her trying to seduce you," Rika warmly smiled as she hugged Masaru.

"Ri- Rika!? There are so many people-"

"Don't care," Rika smiled as she kissed Masaru on the lips.

"Thanks so much for realizing my family's insane. It really means a lot to me," Rika smiled as Masaru fainted from shock with a flush red face.

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Waki, Mimi, and Matcha watched intently as the cook off began.

"I know those two are up to something. They clearly want me to be an egg head more than anything. Keep your eyes peeled so they don't try and chuck eggs at me. _!? Shit, that bitch even went THAT far," were the words Rika had told the three.

"Well, look out for eggs. Don't wanna see her get covered in yolk," Waki grumbled.

"Why would she be so concerned over that? I totally get why she'd be defensive when it comes to her hair, but EGGS? That just doesn't make any sense. Why would they throw eggs at her when everyone's watching!? It would automatically DQ them," Matcha grumbled.

Mimi remained silent as she stared at Ichika and Nino.

"Damn that bitch, I'm making sure all her hair follicles are erased from existence. I know she's gonna try and pull something considering she's already preventing me from saying certain things. I guess if I can't break free, I'll have to rely on my last resort to pull through. I don't want Masaru, Helga, and that other guy to be murdered by my fiendish sisters," Rika thought.