Repeater

You wake up before Kimiko, whose full, ripe tits press into the side of your chest, her eyes closed as she breathes softly. Off to the side, your phone vibrates, and it happens to be in arms reach without you disrupting Kimiko's sleep, so you pull it off.

Good morning, Master! ♡

I'm playing with myself right now, Master!

Want to know what I'm thinking about?

Tonight. ♡♡

I can't wait to be used by both you and Yuriko...

I just sucked my own juices off my fingers. I kind of like the taste, Master.

How will you play with us? How will the two of you play with me?

Will you fuck me while I eat out Yuriko?

Have her blow you while I play with her body and teach her how to suck cock?

I live to serve, Master.

I love to serve.

I want to serve.

I want to suck your cock dry while Yuriko watches jealously, then get her in on it and make her come while deepthroating your cock, playing with those tits of hers.

I want you to bend over that easily-flustered ojou-sama and screw her brains out, while I enjoy her tongue on my cunt.

I want her to suck you dry while I rim you.

I want you to twist me up and bend me over before you and Yuriko both screw me silly from both ends.

I want you to fuck me, and put my ankles up on your shoulders, while I'm eating out Yuriko, then bend forward and start sucking on my neck and licking Yuriko's clit.

♡♡♡

Text me back, if/when you want, Master! I l♡ve you! (♡w♡)

Your hand reaches down for Kimiko's ass, and you put down your phone so you can grope her tit, too. You start kissing the top of her head, tenderly, sweetly, and she mumbles softly in her sleep as you continue to grope her beautiful body. She's your woman, now, and she accepts that, which makes it all the more erotic to be groping your own mother like this. She eventually flutters her eyes into consciousness, turning her head up to you.

Before she can even speak, you kiss her, firmly, on the lips, pushing your tongue into her mouth, playing with her own. She's your mother-girlfriend, and she deserves a bit of passion. She moans into your mouth as you grope her ass and tits, eventually orgasming like that, shuddering against you, her erect nipples scraping your chest.

When you pull back, her mouth is a little agape, and she stares at you in satisfaction. "M-morning, Nan-chan," she stammers out, still in the afterglow of her orgasm.

You cuddle with Kimiko, snuggling her against you. "Good morning, Kimiko," you tell her, smiling. You chat a bit about hers and your day yesterday, and your coming one. She seems happy to hear about your planned sleepover with Yuriko, given the likelihood it will be the moment you finally snare Yuriko and make her permanently yours.

Eventually you get up out of bed, taking a brisk shower and leaving Kimiko alone in her room.

You decide to find Momo, who is currently in bed, still as half-dressed as she was when you left her, a little drool sliding out of her mouth. You sit down on the bed, and gently stroke her cheek, until she blearily wakes up. She blushes red as she sees you, fully clothed and sitting there. "M-morning, Nana-kun," she stammers in embarrassment.

"Good morning, Momo," you tell her. "How are you feeling?"

"U-um, good," she stammers out. She smiles nervously.

"I want to make sure you're happy, Momo," you tell her, taking her hand in yours, making her blush. "You're my woman now, and that means it's my responsibility to take care of you."

"I'm happy," she says, smiling up at you.

"Here, why don't you flip onto your belly, and let your big brother give you a massage?" You ask, with a warm smile.

She does so, and you get to work, rubbing your thumbs against her shoulders and making her sigh, eyes lidding. "I love you, Nana-kun," she sighs out.

"I love you too," you tell her, smiling down, your cock hard in your pants at the mixture of lewdness and innocence on display, her clothes half-off, her little body just lying there, docile, easy to do whatever you like to. "Are you excited to go see a kickball game with your brother-boyfriend?" You ask her. She nods, blushing a little, but with a small smile. "Is there anything else you'd like to do when we're out? I won't be staying home for long after the date, I have something planned."

"Um. Could we get ice cream?" She suggests, obviously just wanting ice cream. Your cock throbs.

"Sure," you tell her, warmly. "Anything else you'd like to do, maybe as a date in the future?"

"Um... I don't know... maybe we could play kickball together sometimes?"

"Sure, that sounds very nice." Your hands are now massaging her hips, running along her pale skin there, and you lean over her, kissing and suckling at her neck, making her shiver a bit.

"Did you ever play with yourself, thinking about me?" You ask her, teasingly.

"P-play with myself?" She furrows her brow, like she's confused by the idea.

"You know. Touch yourself. Like this." Your fingers slide down to her sex, teasing her lower lips, making her blush bright red. "Did you ever?"

"Y-you can do that?"

"Yes. So I take it you didn't?" She blushes red. "That's cute," you tell her, kissing her cheek tenderly. "Now come on," you say, hefting her up, carrying her bridal style into the bathroom, lying her in the tub before starting to strip her naked. "Let's shower together," you tell her, taking off your own clothes and smiling down at her cute little nude body.

"O-okay, Nana-kun," she says, blushing and smiling herself, admiring your body as you strip naked and get into the shower with her. You turn on the faucet, getting a blast of warm water, and start running your hands along her body, gingerly cupping her petite little breasts or running along her wet sex here and there, washing her with your hands. She uncertainly tries to mimic the process, her hands running along your chest, her big eyes staring up at you as she tries this and that to make you feel good.

Finally, after you've washed her pretty thoroughly, you place your hand on top of her head and gently guide her down to her knees, so she's staring right at your hard cock, the water hitting your chest and the back of her head as she stares at it, eyes big as she breathes heavily, your hard dick only inches from her face.

You run your fingers through her hair sweetly, staring down at her, admiring her features and the way she seems entranced by seeing your cock so close up. Your other hand grasps your hard, water-slick dick, and gently runs the tip along her half-agape lips, making her shudder a bit. "Try to use your hands, stroke it, touch it," you say. Her small hands reach up, running along it, and she looks up at you, swallowing with nervousness. You pet her, by way of reassurance. "That's a good girl," you tell her, as she jerks you off. "Try playing with the balls, too," you tell her, and she nods, doing so.

"Does that feel good, Nana-kun?" She asks, her eyes big, her voice sweet, as one hand strokes your cock and the other fondles your balls. You nod, continuing to pet her. She tries leaning forward and simply taking your cock into her mouth, surprising you with her forwardness, but you suppose you did use her throat to clean your dick yesterday. As you slowly slide into her wet, tight, warm throat, she moans on your dick, sending vibrations through it, as her eyelashes flutter. Her sheer willingness to immediately start deepthroating you is erotic, and with your free hand you stroke her throat, feeling the bulge of your dick as she slowly takes you to the base.

"That's a good girl," you repeat. "I love you, Momo." She moans around your dick, eyes rolling up. "Try using your tongue," you suggest, and her little tongue starts to do so. Water continues to splash on her hair, making it stick to the sides of her face, dark and slick, her face looking like she was sweating a bit from the splashes going off your own chest. Her nose presses into your pelvis, smushed up against your chest, and you just exult in the sensations, before grasping her hair and pulling her off.

She sputters a bit, coughing, and you just smile warmly down at her, enjoying the lewd sight of your little half-sister, totally naked on her knees in front of you, her throat a willing spot for you to place your cock. "I, I want to do it more," she says, sounding obviously on the edge of an orgasm, pushing against your grip on her hair. You let go, and she slurps you to the base again, moaning as she orgasms with your balls slapping her chin. Her hands grasp your thighs and squeeze, her eyes rolling up from pleasure as she deepthroats your cock again.

When her orgasm ends, she pulls a bit off, then slides back down, making slow, steady bobs with her head, her tongue slithering a bit. "Try twisting your head," you suggest, and she does so, moaning a bit at the surprising new sensations. One of her hand slithers down her stomach to start running along her lower lips, and she shudders and jerks as another orgasm washes through her, her eyes rolling up again, her whole body coated in water.

She facefucks herself on your cock like that, playing with herself, sucking you off, as you pet and verbally encourage her. "Good girl, Momo." "I love you." "Try holding it in your throat as long as you can." "Try pressing it against your cheeks." "Try humming while it's in your mouth." "Try just sucking on it rather than taking it in your throat." Each command or suggestion is accepted readily, creating an intriguing mix of nervous naivete and increasing varied moves and skills, tongue and lips and throat working together to try to make you come.

Eventually, her own repeated orgasms put her in a sleepy state of delirium, her fingers still absently sliding in and out of her cunt, and you grasp the back of her head. "Do you mind if I take control, Momo?" She shakes her head, eyes dizzy and confused, almost not comprehending your question. At that point, you thrust her down your cock, holding her in place, grinding your balls against her chin, then start to fuck her face outright. She just moans in delirious pleasure, still playing with herself - it has taken a bit to get used to the idea that girls don't mind this kind of treatment, they love it, but feeling her gurgling in orgasm after orgasm as you repeatedly plug up her throat with your dick certainly is helping you get over that particular hump.

"I love you, Momo," you groan, as you fuck your cute little half-sister's face. You let go of her hair with one hand, using the other to keep her in position, still pounding away, before you reach down for her tits, groping and teasing one, playing with her cute little nipples as she moans away on your dick. She orgasms over and over like that, her drool mixing with the shower water, her whole body on lewd display, happy as a clam to get her face fucked by her beloved big brother.

You finally just hold her so that only your cockhead is past her lips, and let go, splashing cum in her mouth, coating her palate and tongue with your sticky white juices, making her moan as she gets a thick load of your ejaculate on her tongue. When you're completely empty, you pull out, admiring her cute little body, her eyes half-lidded and delirious, a bit of cum spilling out of her mouth before she tilts her head back, her expression erotically lewd. Her fingers are still absently playing with herself, more on autopilot than genuinely trying to make herself come.

"We should hang out together with Minori again sometime soon," you tell her, petting her head. She just deliriously nods, still swilling your cum on her tongue. "I'll go talk to her, you can get dressed on your own, right?" She nods again, and you smile and pet her. You lean down, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Momo."

Then you get out, dry off, get dressed again, grab your BC pills again, and head off to Minori's room. Your phone buzzes on the way.

What if you tied me up for the whole sleepover, and the two of you could just use me whenever and however you wanted?

That would be pretty hot, right, Master?

Minori's asleep on her bed, in a cute little pink dress under the covers, softly snoring.

You send Terumi a couple quick texts.

That would be hot.

It just might happen.

You get a reply:

I look forward to it, Master! ♡

You sit on the bed next to Minori, gently brushing her cheek with the back of your hand, making her mumble a little in her sleep, blonde hair splaying around her face, eyes closed. Finally her eyes open, and she blushes a bit as she sees you. "Good morning, Minori," you tell her.

"What're you doing in my bed?" She asks it half-accusatively, half-embarrassed.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me and Momo, go to the amusement park, maybe? I'm sure you could enjoy yourself, there. There's a nice roller coaster we could go on, even."

"Don't you think I'm too old for an amusement park?"

"Mom and I just went to one together a few days ago, she really enjoyed herself. Part of being an adult is not being so overconcerned with whether it's 'childish' to do something," you explain.

"F-fine!" Minori stammers out, blushing. "I'll go to the amusement park!"

You lie down on the bed with her, wrapping your arm around her shoulder before speaking. "I'm glad we can spend time together - I don't want us to drift apart." She blushes a bit at that, her cheeks a little pink, so you hit the button you know will get her talking. "Have you read those books I bought you yet?"

"Oh, yeah!" She says, sounding excited. "The one on the colonization of Wesmere was really interesting! Did you know that there's evidence of major native civilizations in Wesmere up until about a hundred years prior to its colonization by Nantonne, when for whatever reason everybody just abandoned everything?" You nod along. "Well, there's actually evidence of some colonization before the discovery by Nantonne, raising the possibility of disease as a major factor, like how Rodwa was protected by Tiger Rot, but in reverse." She excitedly chatters on about the colonization of Wesmere, and you just listen and nod with a smile.

When she finishes her long rant, you chime in. "It sounds pretty good. Maybe I can read them after you're done?"

"Oh, I finished one already," she says, hopping out of bed, grabbing it, and offering it to you - The Twin Deaths of Wesmere, the title reads. "You can read it if you want! It's really good!"

You take it and tuck it under your arm. "So. How are things with your boyfriend?"

"Good! He's so fun and cool, he does this thing with his glasses like," she fiddles with an imaginary pair of glasses, making some sort of motion you utterly can't decipher. "He's into track, it turns out!"

"Hm. This guy sounds a lot like a less cool version of me," you note.

"You say that about everybody!"

"No, I say that about every guy you date. It makes me think you have a type," you tell her.

"Maybe I do! So what?"

"So nothing," you say. "You're the one who brought it up."

"Oh, yeah," she mumbles.

You kiss her forehead and leave, taking the book with you. You head down to the dining room, giving Akiko a quick request for breakfast before taking out your phone and texting Chanette.

Morning, Chan-chan! I was wondering if you wanted to go on another date?

The delay until her response is unexpectedly long, and Akiko brings in a nice little bowl of miso soup and a glass of water for you in the meanwhile.

My schedule's really full with all my other boyfriends, so I'd need to know when.

You snort. She's much better at lying over the phone, you feel like, though you suppose that Reiko was convinced by her fake act - maybe she's more flustered by you, or boys? In any case, you text her back.

What times are you free?

Just tell me when you want to go on the date and I'll see if my schedule's open!

She responds much more quickly that time.

How does this Friday after school work for you? We could go roller skating.

You take a sip from your drink as you wait for her text response.

I had to cancel a date with another guy, so you had better be grateful!

Incredibly.

You dig into breakfast, and as you do so, Fumiko plops down in the seat across from you, some bacon on her plate that she hungrily spoons into her mouth. "Morning, Nan-chan," she says, in between bites, giving you a little nod. Her hair's been braided, and she's wearing a t-shirt with a low cut that shows off her navel, plus a pair of short-short jeans.

"Morning, Fumiko," you reply. "Things going well?"

"Yeah. I got two hours training scheduled for this afternoon, but other than that I'm going to have the whole day totally free to do whatever the hell I feel like," she says, cracking her neck to one side. "Had to double down on school work, but not having anything I have to do immediately, feels good, you know?"

"It's good you're taking time off for yourself. If you need help with your schoolwork, I can offer a hand. I can handle it."

She stretches a bit, smiling, before settling back down into her seat. "Might take you up on that offer, but not today. Like I said - I got everything I need to do, done."

"Enjoy your day, then," you tell her, with a smile, digging into your soup.

"Hey," she says, and you glance up at her. "I heard from Chou you and Sumiko are an item. That true?"

"More like a puzzle with multiple pieces. With our father's example, I don't see what makes monogamy so good. Sumiko, and everyone else, is happy with the arrangement, and I'm doing my best to be a good boyfriend for all of them."

"All of them, huh? So my little brother's got himself a harem?" She smirks a little. "Bigger than Dad's, too, by the sound of it."

More than she knows, given that you claimed Kimiko away from your father. "Yeah. Your help with fencing practice really helped with Sumiko. The fact that I was able to beat her on her own turf, combined with some other stuff... well, she practically fell in love from just that. That's how the two of us got together."

"I'm happy for you, then. Take care of her, alright? Don't want her turning you into a pretzel."

You laugh. "Don't worry, the only one of us getting twisted up into a pretzel is Sumiko."

"Oh, come on," she says, with a roll of her eyes and a laugh. "I don't need that mental image during lunch." There is a soft flush to her cheeks, though, a furtive look in her eyes.

"Is there a mental image you'd prefer? Different girls have different preferences, and I do my best to accomodate all of them," you tease. "I could offer you all kinds of details."

"Please, don't," Fumiko says, blushing a bit brighter. She chews her food thoughtfully. "So how many girls do you have, then?"

"Six or so," you reply.

"Or so? What kind of an answer is that?"

"There's a few I'm not overly close to, but we are, you know, getting there. So it depends on how you count it."

"Well, congrats, then," she says, finishing off her food. "I'm going to go practice for the next couple hours, enjoy yourself," she says. Your own food is almost done, you note, as she rises from her seat and hands off the dish to Akiko to clean off.

You sit down with your computer and blaze through Charred Flesh, reading it pretty quickly and briskly.

It covers the story of the goddess of beauty, who died and was resurrected to become the goddess of vengeance. It's a twisting narrative, where the protagonist is first in a high place, beloved and worshiped near and far. Then the god of fire, war, and destruction becomes attracted to her, enticed by her. He tries to sedcue her, again and again, but is rebuffed. He takes multiple forms, yet is always denied, for the goddess of beauty was also a chaste woman.

Then he forces himself upon her, a scene that in its specifics is not lurid but merely brief and despicable.

He held her there, and took that which she found most precious to her.

He plans to rape her again and again, because sexually coercive confinement is so natural to the people of this world that the idea that gods might not have it is as alien as portraying gods as reproducing like black widow spiders or praying mantises.

Rather than that, she steals a part of his flame and burns herself on it, immolating herself so that she dies. Everyone in the world weeps for her death, and he is cut apart by the other gods for his crimes. The gods beseech the Wheel to bring her back, and it agrees to, in exchange for the tears of every living thing. Only the god of flame refuses to cry, but the gods try to pass off the tears as belonging to everyone.

She is revived, but not as she was, her skin still charred and burned, her fingers gnarled, her eyes full of hate. She hunts down and kills the god of flame, and that scene is lurid, descriptive, and drawn out, a brutal revenge fantasy that is written in extreme detail. With every living thing now having contributed its tears - as the god of flame is no longer alive - she is restored, at least on the surface, to her full beauty. However, she takes a new position in the pantheon, that of vengeance, and her appearance and visage changes, from time to time, showing the burned and flayed skin.

You finish the story off, leaving a review. You have a bit of time before you need to head out to the study session with her at Kyoko's, maybe a half-hour.

You go down to Kimiko's office, locking the door behind you. "I have to leave soon for a study date," you tell her. "I won't be home until tomorrow, with the sleepover and everything. I need you," you tell her.

She nods, getting up and gesturing for you to take her seat. She gets beneath her desk and sucks you off, facefucking herself on your cock, moaning, her glasses flopping about a bit as she enjoys performing oral sex on her son. After you ejaculate, you pet her and tell her you love her before heading to find Setsuko and Noriko. Them, you have lay their heads over the edge of the bed and just fuck their faces, playing with their cunts and tongues absently when you're not in their mouths.

At that point, your watch rings with an alarm, and you head off to get in Shiiro's car, headed to Kyoko's house for the study date.

Kyoko's dad is home, a tall, muscular fellow. The house is covered it batball memorabilia, and a few photos of the man in question playing games. "Ah, you must be Nanashi," he says, clasping you on the shoulder tightly. "Kyoko and Kiyomi are in the study room, it's just down the hall. Leave the door open," he notes, seriously.

"Right," you say, nodding.

You find Kyoko sitting in front of a large table, papers practically covering the entire thing, as she points to this and that little bit while speaking to Kiyomi. "Then it's the square root," she explains.

"Hello, Kiyomi, Kyoko," you say, gently taking a seat.

"Hey, Nanashi," Kyoko says, her expression a little sour.

"H-hi," Kiyomi stammers out, shifting in her seat as she becomes aware of your presence.

"Your dad used to play batball, or something? Lots of sports memorabilia."

"Yeah," Kyoko says, curtly. "Then he married my mom and retired."

"What're you working on, then?"

She explains, and you sit down, nodding along. You offer minor prompts or corrections, and the three of you knuckle down for some sincere and serious studying, which you mostly work at as a tutor. You're way beyond their level, but you manage to make the concepts in this class seem intuitive, working with them, reorienting where they don't know what's going on or don't understand.

By the end of things, they both seem to have a really good grasp of the material, and Kiyomi's stutter is mostly gone, at least when she's asking questions about math. "W-what about this x here?" She'll ask, staring at you, with only a modicum of fear, more awe or admiration. You'll answer on cue.

You've finished going over the material soon enough.

"You two did great, I think you made a lot of progress."

"Thanks," Kyoko says in a deadpan.

"Thank you," Kiyomi mumbles quietly. "You were really smart."

"I read Charred Flesh," you tell her. "It was very good. All your stories are very good. It's... the mix of the raw, real sharpness, and the fantastic elements, it does something interesting to how they feel." Kiyomi just stares and nods. "Have you read any of them, Kyoko?"

"Yeah."

"Any opinions?"

She gives you a weird look. "They're an enjoyable read," she says, with a small, tired shrug.

"Kiyomi," you say, turning back to her, and she startles a little in surprise. You let your voice get softer, wanting to reassure her. "Is there any way I could read what you're working on now, or in the future? I'd like to be able to see your process. Your work's really interesting."

"O-oh. Um. Okay," she stammers, blushing. "I, I could send you some stuff, to beta?" You nod. "What's your account?"

"FriendlyFan74," you tell her. Kyoko just rolls her eyes at the name.

"I-I'll PM you," Kiyomi says. "When I have something worth sending."

"How has your run for class president been going, Kyoko?"

"Fine." She glances sideways at Kiyomi, who shrinks a little. Kyoko sucks air through her nose loudly, then turns back to you. "If you could get the gal parade you take to lunch with you to vote for me, it'd be much appreciated."

"Well, unless you've changed your platform or made new plans, I don't think that's going to happen."

She look at you seriously. "To what? Reiko's platform of free blowjobs for every boy in class?"

Kiyomi blushes. "C-come on," she mumbles.

Kyoko rolls her eyes. "She did the same thing at our last school, and wow, look at that, she won there too. Of course, last class was majority boys, all of whom were drooling over her. All I could see her getting from this class that way is three, maybe four, if I count you."

"What about Yuriko?" Kiyomi fidgets a little at the name.

Kyoko snorts. "I doubt Reiko knows the first thing about that. She's a one trick pony that's turned a lot of tricks," she says, with a self-satisfied smirk at her wordplay.

"If you really want to win, maybe you should say you'll help them improve their grades, instead of mandatory study groups. Elections are a popularity contest, you can't win by telling people you'll fuck with them."

"And how am I supposed to improve their grades if they won't go to study sessions? Or maybe I'm supposed to spring it on them out of the blue after I'm elected?" Her voice is sour, irate.

"If they're forced to go to study sessions, they're not likely to learn anything anyway. Why not organize voluntary study sessions like this one?"

"People are forced to go to school every day. Weak attendance, even in elevator schools, can easily lead to being up to two grade levels behind. Everyone goes because they have to go, and going makes them better off."

"Kurogayan schools are already pretty intense by global standards."

"And Kurogaya consistently has the highest performing schools of any independent nation in the world by objective metrics," Kyoko replies. "Because, precisely, students are subjected to an intensive regiment of schooling."

"I think you'd be surprised by how many of your classmates want to learn. Chanette's math skills have really improved since I started tutoring her, for one. You should put a little faith in your fellow students if you want them to entrust you with the presidency."

"Yeah, okay." Kyoko says. She stands up. "I think we're done studying. Why don't you head home, or whatever?"

You check your watch - you do need to get going if you want to make it to the kickball game with Momo. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you say, standing up as well. "Nice talking to you, Kyoko, Kiyomi," you say, giving a little smile to the nervous, purple-haired girl.

You leave, stopping by the house briefly to pick up Momo, who excitedly sits in the car with you, practically bouncing in her seat, smiling at the thought of watching some kickball. "This is gonna be so cool," she says, excitedly. "The Tigers fighting the Lions." Her legs bounce.

You heft her up and put her in your lap, putting her bubbly demeanor to good use as her butt rubs your cock through your pants. "I'm glad you're excited," you tell her, warmly. "Your happiness means a lot to me, Momo."

She blushes a bit, smiling at that. "Th-thanks," she manages to get out.

In short order, you arrive at the stadium, your little sister grasping your hand tightly as you hand over your tickets and go inside.

"Ice cream!" Momo says, pointing to the soft serve stand.

You buy some chocolate ice cream for her, with a white chocolate topping. She blushes, recognizing the flavor as being the same as your cock, while you buy some banana. She's still blushing when the two of you find your seats overlooking the game. "It's going to melt if you don't eat it," you point out, and she hurriedly takes her spoon and takes a bite of it. You do much the same. You check the clock - the game starts in a few minutes.

You put your arm around Momo, possessively, in a boyfriend kind of way. She blushes even redder at that. "Tell me about the teams," you say. "You like the Tigers, right? Who's their best player?"

"It's Monoko Kanomori!" She exclaims. "A lot of people think it's the front center, Rataka, or their goalie, Chie, but it's absolutely Monoko! She's their left flank, and she moves like woosh to catch the balls. Can't be stopped! Sometimes, she'll even capture the ball from the righthand side of the field before it so much as hits the ground, that's how fast she is," she explains, excitedly.

"Monoko, huh? Sure you don't like her just because of the name similarity?"

Momo blushes red. "Y-yeah! She's great!" She stares at her ice cream, cheeks red, and you reach for her, gently ruffling her hair.

"Come on. Tell me more about them. Or just Monoko."

"Okay," Momo says, explaining the various players as best she can in the short time before the game starts. Once it does, she grows quiet, and you follow her lead.

The game's pace is brisk and enthusiastic, the teams moving and flowing like water around one another. Points are scored rarely, but damn if the moments the ball approaches the goal aren't a lightning thing every time. When the game ends in a 3-2 victory for the Tigers, Momo jumps onto her feet, hooting and hollering enthusiastically for her preferred team's victory. You join her, cheering them on as well.

You really want to try to get an autograph for Momo from her favorite player, but the team leaves through a separate exit to avoid such fans as yourself, and Monoko apparently has some pressing business because by the time you so much as find someone you can say "I'll pay hundreds of dollars for an autograph from Monoko," she's already been packed up and carted off.

You wind up getting back in the car. Momo's not put out by not getting an autograph, so she just happily bounces on your lap as you drive her home. (Well, Shiiro drives her, technically.)

Your sleepover with Terumi and Yuriko is set to start soon.

You gently kiss and cuddle with Momo, letting her off at home. "Shiiro," you say, opening the privacy screen. "Change of plans. Let's go to the mall first, pick up a present."

"Yes, sir," Shiiro says with a nod. You text your mother.

My sleepover with Yuriko and Terumi is tonight. Please take a picture of your breasts (sans face), to help me entice Yuriko.

Soon enough such a picture appears on your phone, one hand cupping and groping the bare flesh of it, almost playful. More than that, there's a little text along the collar bone, written in sharpie or something. 'Nanashi's.' You hope that washes off.

Good enough for my special young man?

Very much so.

The car soon arrives at the mall, and you head in, picking up a necklace for Kayo, something you think fits with her style. Not too ostentatious, just a thin thread with a nice little angel design that resembles a painting you saw in Terumi's home. You get it boxed and wrapped, and head to Yuriko's home to pick her up.

She gets in the car, breathing a little heavily as she does. Her wear is more casual, a blouse with a jacket and a short skirt. "Nanashi," she says, with a thin smile.

"Yuriko. You're looking beautiful as always."

"You're, handsome too," she adds. You close the privacy screen and sit next to her.

"Another girl for you to enjoy, once you're more comfortable with me," you say, showing her the photo your mother sent you. She just stares, practically salivating. You kiss her cheek. "Don't worry, I'll always take care of you."

"Oh. Yeah. Of course. You wouldn't mistreat a Sakamoto woman."

"Not unless she asked me to," you tell her, smiling as you put away your phone. "Gone on any sleepovers before?"

"Ah, with my ex," she says, blushing a bit. "Kind of. I don't know if it's quite the same thing."

"It seems like it probably is," you tell her, kissing her cheek again. "You're very beautiful."

"You said that already," she says, blushing, obviously flustered. She pulls herself together. "Do you always simply repeat the same compliments over and over again?"

"Only when they're true, and they provoke such a reaction," you tell her. You wrap your arm around her, snuggling her into you, and she lets you, her warm body pressed up against yours. She's hot, in both the literal and figurative senses of the word, and her cheeks glow a bit.

You arrive at Terumi's house, to find Terumi wearing an apron that notes, "Kiss the Chef, PLEASE!" when she answers the door. You kiss her, dutifully obeying the command, and she blushes bright red, her collar a lewd sight on her neck.

"Welcome, Nanashi-sama," she says, bowing her head, "and Yuriko-sama." Subservient enough to get it across, not so much that her mother would be shocked to hear, unlike Master.

"I have a gift for your mother."

"She's in the kitchen, we're cooking dinner," Terumi explains. "I should get back to her."

"That's fine, go for it. Feeding me and Yuriko is an excellent use of your talents."

"Thank you, Master," she says, before blushing as she realizes what she just said. She holds the door open, and you and Yuriko take a seat at the dining room table. Shortly thereafter, Kayo and Terumi emerge with several plates of a delicious meal for the four of you to enjoy together. Kayo sits opposite you, with Terumi and Yuriko on your right and left, respectively.

"This is Yuriko Sakamoto," you say, gesturing to her. "Yuriko, this is Kayo-san. She was one of my teachers in middle school, and is Terumi's mother."

"It's very nice to meet you, Kayo-san," Yuriko says. Her eyes don't wander overmuch, managing to constrain herself.

"So you're a friend of my daughter's?" Kayo asks politely.

"You could say that, yes. More that we're both Nanashi's friends, and we met that way. But yes."

Kayo smiles. "That's nice. It's always nice to get along with your partner's friends, isn't it, Mi-chan?"

"Yes, mother," Terumi says, nervously, blushing a bit.

You start to dig in, and it's amazing on your tongue. "Mm, the food is great," you tell her, and Kayo smiles. "I hope we're not intruding."

"I'm just glad Mi-chan has a couple friends over," Kayo says, with a smile. "Well, her boyfriend and a friend over. Don't do anything funny, Mi-chan, I'd hate for poor Yuriko here to be embarrassed," she says, with a wave of her finger at her daughter. Terumi blushes.

"I'm sure that neither Yuriko nor Terumi will have any cause to be embarrassed by anything that happens tonight," you reassure Kayo.

"See that they don't," she replies, smiling evenly. The group of you eat dinner, enjoying a variety of different foods, all carefully prepared by a mother-daughter team. At one point, the discussion turns to books, and while Yuriko doesn't shit on The Tragedy of Tomoko Sakamoto, the three women have similar-but-just-different-enough tastes to spend a good ten to twenty minutes half arguing, half discussing, a number of different works of literature. Your own tastes are plebeian by comparison, at least in this field, so you remain quiet, eating your food.

When the meal finishes, Kayo collects everyone's plates. "You three have fun now," she calls out, as the three of you stand up. "I set out futons for Nanashi-san and Yuriko-san," she explains.

The three of you are soon in Terumi's room. She closes the door and locks it behind her, and Yuriko and her are practically eying one another like meat, at this point. Terumi's wearing a simple green sun dress that doesn't reach her ankles, which lewdly contrasts with Yuriko's slightly more formal selection. She reaches over for a stereo set, putting on some soft, but rather loud, music. "The acoustics in the house mean this should keep my mother from hearing anything identifiable from... whatever happens next, Master."

"Good. I plan to make sure both of you have a wonderful time, in whatever form that takes. That's one less thing to stress over." You grope either girl's ass in either hand, making Yuriko squeak, suddenly jumped out of staring over Terumi, while Terumi just smiles lightly at you. "Do you two want to get started right away, or?"

"I want to get started right away," Yuriko says, a little too quickly.

"Whatever my Master and his future wife wish is my command," Terumi says, with a bow of her head.

"And what about what you wish?"

Terumi blushes. "I certainly enjoyed pleasuring and being pleasured by Yuriko last time, Master."

"Then you may do so, my wonderfully loyal concubine," you tell her, pulling her into a tight kiss, slurping on your concubine's tongue. She moans into your mouth, noisily trying to slurp on your own tongue, trying her best to suck face, impassioned, drool slipping down. You pull back and repeat the process on Yuriko, noisily sucking face. Both girls are breathing heavily when you pull back from Yuriko. "Strip, both of you," you order, and Terumi readily does so, prompting Yuriko to start shucking her clothes. It turns out Terumi's not wearing anything under the sundress, so Yuriko's still barely started when Terumi finishes, and your future wife just stares at your nude concubine as she strips, tossing jacket and blouse and skirt down and to the side.

"Yuriko on the bottom, Terumi on the top," you order. "Parallel to the headboard," you add, as Yuriko lies down on the bed the long way. A few short seconds later, and the two girls are arranged just right.

You strip naked, admiring as Yuriko starts to slurp your concubine's sex, a loud sucking noise coming from where Terumi's head is currently buried in Yuriko's cunt. Yuriko's thighs are soon wrapped around either side of Terumi's head, and her cheeks are flush with excitement as she eats out Terumi. Terumi's practically gushing, herself. You take your cock and point it at Terumi's cute, firm buttocks, before sliding your cock in, making her pant and moan beneath you, her body twitching a bit.

Yuriko soon orgasms for the first time, and as she moans, you fill Terumi up with your dick, so your balls slap against Yuriko's nose. That makes Terumi come as well, her ass constricting on your cock, and you hold yourself there, closing your eyes. Two beautiful, sexy women, one of them yours, the other one soon to be yours. You swallow, taking a deep breath, and look down at them. Once Terumi is done coming, you lean over her, groping her tits, and she moans in pleasure as she continues to eat out Yuriko. Her firm, full tits are all yours to play with, whenever and however you like, and you get a bit rough in your groping, making Terumi pant and gasp a bit as you fuck her ass.

"You're amazingly beautiful, Terumi," you whisper in your concubine's ear, as she continues to noisily suck on Yuriko's clit, and her cheeks glow with embarrassment. She tries to lean up for a second, but you just grab her head and shove her back down. "Keep eating, this is your Master's future wife, you're not to stop eating her out until she tells you or I do." She mumbles a nod back to you, running her tongue along Yuriko's slit before shoving her face back inside.

You lean back up, letting go of Terumi's tits, groping those beautiful ass cheeks of hers, enjoying the firm feeling of them, your cock still held inside her tight little butt. Terumi orgasms again, while Yuriko just keeps up a deliriously excitable and impassioned act of cunt-licking, slurping and sucking noisily at your concubine's cunt. This is where both of them belong, this is where they'll be happiest. With you. Beneath you. Your balls continue to rub against Yuriko's young face, her nose and her forehead, as she maneuvers this way and that to lick Terumi, not even really caring about the mild implicit degradation of being teabagged, being so preoccupied with eating Terumi out.

You just enjoy yourself. Terumi eats out Yuriko, Yuriko eats out Terumi, and you hold your dick inside your concubine's tight ass, keeping it just for private use. Yuriko's face gets smeared with the scent of your balls as she slurps noisily at your concubine, and both girls come again and again. Terumi comes the most, either from Yuriko's particularly enthusiastic cunt-worship, or from your cock in her ass, or a combination thereof, or just from the knowledge that her Master is very, very pleased with her.

Finally, you pull out of Terumi, admiring the tableau for a moment, and then snap your fingers. "Terumi, off," you order, and Terumi rolls to one side, making Yuriko whine pitifully. "I want you to lie down on top of Terumi," you tell Yuriko. "I want you to be on top of her, letting her fingers gingerly explore your body, letting her tongue and lips caress your neck and ears and shoulders and cheeks." Yuriko blushes, but seems suddenly much more enthused by the prospect. Soon enough, Terumi's lying on her back, head on the pillows, and Yuriko's atop her, Terumi's tits smushed against Yuriko's shoulderblades, as the two girls make a nice little double-decker for you.

Terumi starts licking Yuriko's neck immediately, her hands groping Yuriko's tits. The two girls' thighs are coated with juices, thick scents of grape and vanilla bean entering the air, and you get on the bed, grasping Yuriko's thighs. You angle your dick at her cunt, and start rubbing your lower side against her wet sex, sliding back and forth. "I won't do it until you tell me to," you tell Yuriko, who looks up at you, still a bit breathless from all her previous orgasms. "Terumi? Encourage my future wife."

"Let him fuck you," Terumi whispers in Yuriko's ear. Her finger slides down the girl's stomach, playing with her lips, teasing her. "His cock is amazing. He took my virginity in this very bed, and came nine times in my needy pussy, leaving me a sputtering wreck on the bed. He'll make your eyes roll up, your tongue loll out. He'll let you play with me, don't worry. He has us play with each other, sometimes, having me play with Sumiko's tits," she explains. "He'd gladly have me suck you off while you play with me, or let you sixty-nine me any time you like. It'll make you feel amazing, when his cock finally pierces that hymen of yours, when you finally accept him as your lover. There's no reason to hesitate, no one better than this brilliant, fit, charming, kind young man will ever come along. He'll let you fuck any girl you like. So ask. Ask. Ask."

Yuriko blushes red, but nods. You give her a look, and she blushes brighter red. "P-please fuck me," she says, voice quiet.

After weeks of teasing and denial on her part, you finally take your cock and just thrust right in. Yuriko bites her lower lip as you rip right past her hymen, burying to the base inside her. Terumi's fingers gently play with Yuriko's tits. "That's good. That's a good girl," Terumi says, sweetly, in Yuriko's ear. "Enjoy Master's cock. He'll be good to you. He'll let you fuck me whenever you like, once you're his. Submit to that feeling in your head, the one telling you to love this, to love him," she explains, softly, nibbling on Yuriko's ear. "Accept his cock as the best."

Yuriko whimpers a bit, as you start to pump in and out. Yuriko's cunt is practically drooling on the bed, as you fuck her, her eyes fixed up on you, a bit wide. You lean down over her, kissing her on the lips, pressing your tongue into her mouth. "Master's cock is the best," Terumi whispers, "love it. Love it. Love your future husband's cock. Love him. Love Nanashi-sama, love my Master." Yuriko squeaks a bit into your mouth, gushing on your dick as she orgasms for the first time after being penetrated. "That's good, let the pleasure wash over you, let it wash away all your concerns." Yuriko's moans blur with the other sounds, with the light wet noises of your cock sliding in and out of her needy cunt, with the ambient music, and you start to fuck your future wife.

The feeling of Yuriko's sex, trying to milk you dry, is incredible - with everything Terumi's ass did to you already, you have a hard time resisting just letting go, but you want her to bond to you like this, during your first vaginal sex, so you keep pumping, long and hard. You grope her tits while Terumi plays with her clit and lower lips. You kiss her ecstatically while your easily-flustered ojou-sama lezzo future wife gets toyed with by you and your concubine. She orgasms, again and again, moaning into your mouth, her hands starting to excitedly explore your chest, her moans becoming more and more aroused, more interested.

When you pull back, her cheeks are flush, as she stares up at you, red eyes big. Her legs soon lock around your hips, before you can pull out, and her lips are parted, some of your and her spit sliding down her cheeks. She swallows, breathing heavily, trying to speak. "F-fuck me harder," she begs, her legs pulling you towards her, and that's exactly what you do, starting to fuck the sexy woman beneath you, pounding her over and over, staring down at her lovingly. Terumi plays her role as a sexual aid to her fullest, licking and playing and whispering and teasing. Yuriko's eyes roll up as she gets pounded and played with, her legs holding tight around you, and you groan and let go inside her needy cunt, making Yuriko's eyes roll around in her head.

You don't stop for just one orgasm though, keeping going, enjoying the sensations, enjoying the feeling of Yuriko submitting to you, her breathless sputters. "Love," she mumbles, eyes rolling around in her head, drool splashing out. "Marry," she burbles erotically, before exploding in another orgasm, her cunt squeezing you. "Best," she squeals giddily, loudly, her body thrashing beneath you.

You fuck her in that position for a long time, wanting to come inside her over and over, your juices and hers splashing down onto Terumi's thighs as you come inside again and again. Terumi wrote you quite a check when she mentioned the nine times you came inside, but you don't let her down, coming inside even long after Yuriko's an incoherent mess, eyes rolled up, mouth half-open, entirely at your mercy, entirely loving it, gushing all over your dick.

When you're finally done, you've come ten times, and Yuriko is functionally unconscious for all her awareness of the world, her eyes rolled up. Her legs are still locked around your hips, her ankles hooked together, and you reach back there and undo it, letting her legs flop uselessly down onto the bed and letting you pull out. Even more of her juices spill out, and Terumi just smiles wantonly at the sight, kissing Yuriko's cheek. "That's good, that's a good girl," she tells Yuriko, who just gurgles in response.

You lie down on the bed next to Terumi, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "You did an amazing job, helping seduce Yuriko. No man has ever had a better concubine than you." Terumi blushes, smiling lightly, and you kiss her cheek. "Now, let's put Yuriko down, hm?"

Soon the three of you are arranged so that Yuriko's in the middle, and you snuggle your future wife's body up close to yours. She transitions seamlessly from ecstatically ahegao'd to completely unconscious, her fingers lightly rubbing at your chest as she curls up on you, snoring softly. Terumi snuggles up to her from behind, giving you a gentle smile and hugging Yuriko from behind, so that Yuriko's the little spoon to her big spoon, your concubine's tits pressing against Yuriko's back.

As much as you'd love to fuck Terumi's brains out by way of reward, you are unfortunately out of energy - trying to beat your record with Terumi, which was already itself an attempt to push to the limit, well, it obviously left you sexually exhausted. The three of you fall asleep like that, your arm stretched out, gently petting Terumi's hair.