Repeater

Your emergence into consciousness is unwanted, the sound of a door opening and closing some faint thing you ignore, keeping your eyes shut. The sound of doors locking, of another person in the room, doesn't really register. Even when their weight shifts the bed, when your pants are pulled down to your waist, it's all mostly just a dreamlike set of sensations that make up nothing coherent in your tired brain.

You're finally awoken to the feeling of wetness around your cockhead, a pair of warm, pillowy breasts wrapped around your cock. Your eyes open, and you see Setsuko there, your cockhead in her mouth, her tits around your manhood, totally naked. She's pulled your pants down to your ankles without waking you, and she pops her mouth off your cock to speak, now that your attention is on her.

"Good morning, Nanashi-sama," she says, gently rubbing her tits against your cock. Her spit makes the valley of her boobs shine a bit, and she clearly drooled quite a bit to lube herself up on you. She's wearing a rapturous smile, as if she was a whole new woman. "I have to admit, I was a bit worried you wouldn't wake up!" She gives a little giggle at that. "I don't know what I would have done then."

"I'm sure you would have thought of something," you tell her sweetly, and she blushes. "Waking up to a beautiful woman between my thighs, sandwiching her tits around my cock, is very nice, so I'm glad I didn't wake up until now."

"I'm glad you like it," she says, with a gentle smile.

You grasp the back of her head and shove her down, and she just warmly smiles as she wraps her lips back around your cockhead, her fat tits wrapping around either side of your dick. You grind your hips against her face, savoring the feeling of her tits on your thighs and groin, your cock pressing that little bit further into her mouth as her breasts are smushed against her cheeks. She slurps and suckles on the top quarter of your cock, her tongue slithering about inside her mouth, and she moans a bit, eyes rolling up.

When she orgasms, her fingers dig into the plentiful flesh of her breasts, smushing them tight around your cock, and she lets out a low moan that vibrates through your manhood as she squirms a bit in pleasure; a glance to the side shows she's dripping a bit of her juices onto the bed as she sucks, not wearing any pants.

"You are just the cutest," you tell her sweetly, running your fingers through her hair, and she blushes as she comes down from her orgasmic high. "I love your blush. It's definitely your best characteristic, that rosy pink hue to your cheeks, as you're embarrassed from being complimented or praised. You really-" you groan a bit, as she slurps on the top half of your cock, smushing her face down into her own tits as she sucks, hard, on your manhood, "fuck, really, really are great," you half-moan, and she joins you, orgasming herself.

You let your hands drop down from her head, reaching for her breasts, gently playing with her nipples as you let her control the pace of her own oral performance. She's diligent, even excited, her expression warm and affectionate as she slurps on your dick and looks up at you. Her tits are wrapped tight around your cock, a smooth, warm, pillowy embrace on your dick that you just sigh and lean back to enjoy, her perky, hard nipples fun to toy with and tease as she slurps your cock. Her fat-titted blowjob is absolutely exquisite, the feeling of her soft, easily shaped breasts on your cock only added to by the erotic sensation of her hot breath on your cockhead as she sucks.

"You are so wonderful, and sweet," you tell her, passively. "I'm going to just lie back and enjoy your work, you don't mind, do you?" She shakes her head 'no,' her lips slurping a bit harsher at your dick, as if to reassure you that it's fine. The sensation of her sucking your cock like this is exquisite, and you just sigh and lean your head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. At that, she sucks hard, cheeks hollowing, lips forming a tight seal, and you jerk your head back up, to find her wearing a slightly mischievous smile as she sucks your cock.

You twist her nipples a little, making her squeak and squirm, her eyelids fluttering, and she moans in another orgasm, drool splashing out of her mouth. You finally release her breasts, grasping her head, tilting it so that her tits come off your cock as she orgasms, and then forcibly slide her down your dick. She moans, right up until the moment your cock plugs up her throat, and that soft glug noise as it does so is incredibly erotic, the feeling of her tight throat forming a wet and willing sheath on your dick simply undefinably pleasant.

You start fucking her face, pounding her up and down, her fat tits bouncing. You can see the slickness on her thighs as her plentiful juices run down them, the wild expression on her face as she's made to suck your dick like this. Her tongue writhes in her mouth, and she orgasms several times as you use her face like that, her whole body jerking, her low moans adding to your pleasure. "Fucking hell you're beautiful," you groan out, and she blushes bright red at that, smiling on your cock. "I'm going to have to," you grunt a bit, slamming her against your groin harder, your balls slapping her chin, "have to take you on a proper date."

She orgasms at that, moaning on your cock, and you pop her off, admiring her fluttering eyelashes, the drool that slobbers out of her mouth as she jerks in ecstasy. Then you push her down to be beneath your cock, and she obediently begins to suckle and lick at your taint, and you push her further down, making her lick and suckle at your ass instead. She just hums giddily, enjoying the work, her eyes looking up at you sweetly as she licks you down there. Your cock throbs a few times, and you pop her back off, making her run her tongue along your dick.

Then you let go of her head, putting your hands down. "Make me come, Setsuko," you tell her, and she nods breathlessly, turning her mouth downward, "no, with just your tits," you say. "You can talk, though. I want to hear what dirty talk sounds like, coming from such a sweet mouth as yours." As if to emphasize it, you cup her blushing cheek, running your thumb along her lip.

She grasps her tits in either hand, wrapping them around your cock, and nods. "O-okay, Nanashi-sama," she says, nervously. "Ah. I really like you," she says, with a smile. "You're a very fine young man, and I'm lucky to have you." Her tits squish around your cock as she talks, her fingers vigorous, even rough, with her fat breasts. "To be yours. I love the feeling of your cock in my tits, I'm glad you like them so much. My husband thought they were grotesque, but if you like them, then I'm happy to have them." She wears a warm smile. The way she drops a reference to her husband with such casual ease, a hint of disdain, even, to the words, makes you groan.

"Do you like being compared to him?" She asks, with a teasing little smile. "Well, you're a good inch or two bigger than him, for sure," she explains. "You're also a lot more caring in bed, I've come more times in a week with you, than with him in a month. Your cock is tastier, too, I definitely am loving the flavor," she says, with a kind of exaggerated lust. Her tits squish on your cock, tighter now, rubbing against you either way. "Come on, come all over my 'cute' face, Nanashi-sama, let me feel that cum of yours on me, mark me as yours. Maybe I'll take a photo to send to him, hm?" She teases, and you grunt and release, splattering cum all over her features, long sticky strings running along her face, from her forehead down to her chin, a few splattering down onto her fat tits.

She pulls up and off, kneeling on the bed, still beautifully naked; you can see the slickness on her thighs, where her plentiful juices have poured out of her wet cunt. She licks her lips, clearing off some of your cum. "Was that good, Nanashi-sama?"

"It was very good, Setsuko," you tell her. "Mind if I take a photo? I just want to send you a copy."

She blushes, but shakes her head, and you grab your phone. The time reads 7:19AM, so you have about ten minutes before the daily deluge of Terumi texts. You take a photo with it, snapping several, actually, containing her tits and face and showing off your cum.

"What's your number, sorry?"

"Oh, 66669-433," she says. You text her the pictures, then put down the phone for the moment, smiling up at her. She blushes a bit. "What are you smiling at?"

"How radiant you look," you tell her, and she blushes a bit brighter, turning her gaze downward, but a sweet, cute smile on her lips. "You seem a lot happier than you did a couple days ago."

"W-well, you know," she mumbles. Her lips twitch a bit. "A girl can be a little happy when she falls in love again, can't she?"

"Of course she can," you tell her, with a gentle smile. "You should probably clean your face up a bit, then get dressed," you add. "I'd hate for you to get in trouble."

"Oh, that's a good point. Thank you, Nanashi-sama," she says, as she gets off the bed, going into your adjoining bathroom and running the shower. You briefly consider joining her, but she's done within half a minute before re-emerging, toweling off as she comes out, big tits bouncing.

You get dressed yourself for the day ahead, just as she does, and grab a BC pill before leaving first, to make sure nobody's in the halls - they aren't, so she departs, wearing a lovely sweater that shows off her assets, as well as a very short skirt that shows off her less impressive assets.

You decide to check in on Minori. You enter her room, finding her delicate body in her bed, eyes closed, a little drool running down her cheek as she snores softly. Then your phone buzzes. Repeatedly. She grumbles a little bit and flops so she's facing away from you, apparently largely still asleep. You decide to check your messages (from Terumi) very quickly.

Good morning, Master! I love you! ♡

I've showered and dressed and am ready for you! Your concubine is ♡ready♡ to ♡serve♡! Should I make you lunch again? ♡♡♡

Don't forget, if you ever need ~any~ help, I'm ready to provide it! ♡♡♡

Any day, any time, any kind! Don't hesitate to ask for a millisecond, I want to thank you with every part of my being! I feel so happy just to be your concubine, and I want to show you and pay you back for that happiness! ♡♡♡

Minori's leg kicks under the cover a bit as she mumbles and smacks her lips.

You crawl into bed behind her, muting your phone for a second, as you get up behind her. You wrap her in a hug, pulling her into you, your erect cock perfectly fitting into the groove of her ass cheeks through her cute little sleep teddy. She wakes up quickly, sputtering and snorting a bit as she twists about in your grasp. "Na-Nana-kun?" She sputters out senselessly.

"Yes, it's your big brother, giving his little sister a surprise cuddle in bed," you tease her.

She blushes. "Ah, why are you so handsy lately," she mumbles. Her hands grab at your forearms, trying to dislodge her body from your grasp.

"I don't know, why are you so cute?"

"I was always cute," she says grouchily, still trying to worm her way out of your arms. You just grasp her tighter, and she sputters and sighs. "Gah! Let me go, you big weirdo! Are you some kind of siscon?!"

"Yes," you say, with a straight face.

She sputters and blushes cutely as she wriggles in your grasp. "Let me out you pervert! Don't make me call Mom!"

"Pervert? Who could resist such an adorable little sister?"

"I know you're just messing with me, but it's not funny any more! Let me out!"

You let her go, and she scurries off the bed, standing up to turn to face you, arms folded. "Are you saying you aren't a brocon?" You ask her, making her blush.

"Wh-why are you such a weirdo! Get a girlfriend!" She stomps into her bathroom, slams the door shut, then pauses and opens it, stomping out to her dresser, collecting clean clothes. "I've got to take a shower," she grumbles, loudly. "Why don't you go bother somebody else. Maybe you can steal some of Akiko's panties."

"Alright," you say, standing up off the bed. "I guess I'll go find Momo and cry on her shoulder, since my other sister doesn't love me."

"Ugh!" Minori says, stomping her foot. "Just because I don't want you to molest me in my sleep doesn't mean I don't love you." She grabs a pillow and hurls it at your face before stomping into the bathroom with her clean clothes. "Stop acting like such a pervert all the time!"

"Hugs are not perverted!" You call into the shower room. The faucet comes on.

"La la la, la la la la la la!" Minori calls out from inside the shower. "Wow, it's so nice to sing to myself, and not have to listen to my pervert big brother!"

"It's not my fault your mind's in the gutter!" You decide to call it there, not interested in losing an argument with a fourteen year old any more than is absolutely necessary. You leave her room before her rejoinder, presumably a declaration that she cannot hear you, reaches your ears. You head over to find Momo's room, where she's again cuddling her big bear Tora.

Before you can even determine which side of her you want to cuddle up to from, she pokes one eye awake. "A-ah, why are you staring at me in my sleep?" She stammers out, blushing and holding Tora to her tightly.

"I literally just entered the room."

She squints, then decides to believe you. "W-well then. Good morning, Nana-kun."

"Good morning, Momo-chan," you say. "Would you mind giving your big brother a hug? Minori was mean when I tried to hug her."

Momo briefly considers, then decides to go for it. She hops out of the bed, still in that cute black pajamas, and hugs you, wrapping her arms around you. "I love you, Nana-kun," she says, her head at about chin height as you hug her back. She pulls back, then smiles. "If Minori can't see what a great older brother you are, that's her problem!" She says with gusto and confidence, then blushes as she realizes what she just said. "I, uh, need to get ready for school," she mumbles before skittering away.

"I'll just let you get ready for school, then," you say, closing the door as you depart.

You decide to collect Noriko and have breakfast with her. Kimiko's speaking to Akiko, apparently giving her instructions on what she'd like for breakfast, when she sees you and Noriko. She offers you a small. "Good morning, Nan-chan." She turns to Akiko. "Today, I actually think I'd like to eat in the dining room with my son."

"Of course, Kimiko-sama," Akiko says. "Should I make extra servings?"

"Oh, go ahead," Kimiko says. "Well. Would you like some of Akiko's amazing miso soup?" Akiko has a small smile at the compliment.

"I would enjoy eating it," Noriko says. Kimiko looks at her for a half-second, then gazes back at you.

"Sure, that sounds wonderful," you say.

"Great. Three servings, then," she tells Akiko, raising three fingers as if for emphasis.

"Very well, Kimiko-sama," Akiko says.

"Come on," she says, almost giddily, half-dragging you to the table as she takes your wrist in her hand. She plops you down in the seat next to her. "So, tell me a bit about what's going on in your life, lately," she says, seeming to ignore Noriko's presence. Noriko just blandly sits there.

"I beat the class champion fencer. She's a friend, now."

"Ah, that's my Nan-chan," she says, reaching over for you and ruffling your hair a bit. "You know, when you were little, I was a little worried you were going to be just book smart. Perhaps 'worried' isn't the right word, when we're talking about a genius like you," she says, with a little laugh, "but it seems like you're good at everything. Fencing, class, even making friends. I'm really proud of you, Nan-chan," she says.

"Nanashi's talents are varied and impressive," Noriko agrees. Akiko emerges from the kitchen with three bowls, setting them down in front of the three of you, and you start to eat.

"Noriko's in the engineering club, now," you note, and Noriko smiles slightly.

"Good for her. It's good when someone like her can rise above the conditions of their parents." She says most of that speaking to you, then seems to remember Noriko's presence, turning to the girl. "Congratulations. I hope you'll do well in your field of choice."

"Thank you, Kimiko-sama."

Your mother just turns back to you, clearly expecting more. "Things are going well with Yuriko. My schedule's been a bit tight, lately, but I plan to set up a date with her soon. With the dancing, and everything."

"I'll cover the costs," your mother says, primly. "I'm glad you're getting along with her." She gives a little giggle. "I had four other names for you to go on blind dates with, in case Yuriko didn't turn out well, but fortunately you got lucky, it seems. I hope the two of you will be very happy together, Nan-chan." She says it almost like you're already married.

Setsuko emerges into the dining room at that point, a plate with eggs and toast on it. "Ah, Kimiko-sama, Nanashi-sama," she says quickly, with a small bow. "Do you mind if I eat here?"

Kimiko gives you a quick look, as if to check your opinion on the subject. She reads your face well, it seems. "Of course not," she says, sweetly. "I'm glad you're settling in so well, you look particularly happy this morning."

Setsuko blushes as she sits down. "Ah, um, thank you," she says, somewhat nervously, before sitting down at the table across from you. "You've raised a fine son in Nanashi-sama," she says, with a smile.

"I can't take full credit," she says, in a teasing tone of voice directed your way. "You know, he stopped crying the moment he was even able to talk? Most toddlers take a lot longer than that, some never even stop!" She laughs. "It's like he was just waiting for the chance to speak, so that he could do something other than scream. He's the most well-behaved child I've ever had."

"Just out of curiosity, what were the other names?" You ask, with a pleasant smile.

"Other names?" Kimiko asks.

"Of the potential marriage partners?"

Kimiko snorts. "Oh, you don't need to worry too much about that. They won't be offended or anything, I doubt they even knew there was the hint of a relationship possibility. They have other suitors, I'm sure."

"No one I'd know, then?"

"No, not yet. Best to just keep it out of mind, I'd hate for you to meet some girl from the list and start wondering what might have been. Especially since they'll likely all be paired off by the time you do."

"But I will meet them?"

"Well, of course, Nan-chan," she says, with a teasing smile. "They're from good families, sooner or later you'll meet them in business dealings, or just the kind of formal occasions you'll attend as a member of the Kusakabe family." She looks at your cheek as you finish with a bite of soup, and takes a cloth napkin, dabbing at your chin. "Sorry, you had a bit on you," she says, putting the napkin back down in her lap."

"You're a very affectionate mother," Setsuko says. "I imagine Nanashi-sama loves you quite a lot."

"Ah, I'm sure he does," Kimiko says, leaning over to give you a peck on the cheek. "He has a tough time showing that kind of thing, I think. A bit cagey with his emotions, like his father."

"That's probably the reason, yeah," you say. More like it's odd to treat her like your mother, since you do remember having another one.

She leans over and pecks you on the cheek again, ruffling your hair a bit. "You are just too cute." She sighs. "Ah, just talking to you makes me think of your father sometimes," she checks her watch, "but he's left by now, and I don't want to bother him at work." She slides her chair back. "Love you, Nan-chan," she says, "I'm going to go distract myself with work for a bit."

Noriko watches your mother depart, before turning her attention to you and her mother. "You seem very happy this morning, mother. I assume that you went to see Nanashi this morning?"

Setsuko chokes a bit on her toast. "Ah, yes, Noriko. You probably shouldn't talk too loudly about that."

"There is nothing suspicious about you seeing Nanashi. He is one of your employers, after all."

Setsuko is blushing. "I suppose that's true. Well. I did talk to Nanashi-sama this morning, and he did tell me to clean certain things, yes. It was very nice." She offers a warm smile, as she experiments with speaking in code. "We even discussed your father a bit. It was the first time since... we left."

"I see. What was the discussion about, more specifically?" Noriko asks.

Setsuko blushes again. "Just, comparing what a fine young man Nanashi-sama is to the asshole I married." It surprises you to hear Setsuko use that kind of language about her ex, given how cagey she was even mentioning him earlier. You guess there are certain upsides to the whole bonding thing - it lets you do a damn quick rebound.

"How are things in your engineering club?" You ask Noriko.

"Oh. They are well. I have only just started going, so I cannot be certain if it is the right selection for me."

You have a while of small talk with Noriko and Setsuko before you have to head to school, getting in the car with her.

You check your phone.

No response? O.K., guess you're busy. Love you. ♡

Thinking of you again. ♡

Thinking about touching myself while thinking about you. ♡♡♡

But I just got my hair how I like it, so I don't think I'll risk it. Sorry! (~u♡)

See you at school soon, Master! ♡♡♡

How is Sumiko, by the way, Master? Have you f♡cked and claimed her as yours yet? ~♡~

"I assume that Terumi has texted you repeatedly again, Nanashi," Noriko says in a placid tone of voice.

"I should text her back, she seems lonely."

Sumiko is great, Terumi. And yes, I have, "f♡cked and claimed" her.

I'm excited to hear that, Master. Was she good?

She was wonderful.

♡♡♡

I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about this stuff.

Thank you, Master! ♡♡ I'm glad you enjoy my involvement!

You pause the conversation briefly, downloading another one of Kiyomi's stories to your phone to read during free moments. You pick out something that's still short, but at least looks a little less depressing: "The Serenade of Atsura," which is apparently about a god falling in love with a mortal girl. By the time it's downloaded, you arrive at school, with you and Noriko heading to your room. Noriko stays close to you, grasping your arm and cuddling as you arrive in the classroom.

Terumi waves excitedly from her seat, smiling at you. Sumiko blushes from hers, as your gaze casts her way, offering a small smile. Yuriko seems deeply enthused with her notebook, or, more likely, is trying to pretend you're not there, judging by her body language. Kiyomi hasn't arrived yet, nor has Kyoko or Reiko. Daichi and Shichiro are talking between each other in the back row, their body language vaguely flirtatious. Masahiko arrives, sits down, and starts licking his (wet?) fingers clean with a smug grin, before wiping them off with a napkin.

"Let's have lunch together, Terumi," you say, as you sit down.

She nods happily. "Sure thing, Nanashi-sama," she says, obviously excited.

"Yuriko," you say, and she startles, looking up.

"A-ah, Nanashi," she says quickly, blushing. "I didn't realize that you had come in," she lies, poorly.

"I was thinking we should go on a date," you say, your voice firm, not wanting to give her the chance to weasel out. She blushes. "How would you feel about dancing at the Nadeshiko Club?"

She looks surprised, eyes wide. "O-oh," she says. "The Nadeshiko Club? That's super exclusive, can you really get me in?"

"My mother has contacts," you say, with a small flourish.

"Then... yeah," she nods, quickly. "Yes, that sounds exquisite."

"What day works for you best?"

"This evening?" She asks, obviously a bit excited, then blushes. "Or tomorrow evening, would be fine as well. Any day, really," she says, affecting a lack of care.

"This evening works. Let me call my mom, let her set it up."

You dial your mother. "Hello, Nan-chan," she says, in a sweet tone of voice. "Is everything okay at school?"

"Everything's great. Can you set me and Yuriko up for the Nadeshiko club this evening?"

"Oh, sure thing, sweetheart," she says. You can hear her fingers crack. "I'll text you back the exact time and your reservation code, okay?"

"Thanks, Mother. Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie! Bye." She hangs up.

"She's getting us a reservation now."

Yuriko swallows. "I'll wear such a lovely outfit that you'll be unable to take your eyes off me and look at all the other beautiful ladies at the club," she says, firmly.

"Here's hoping I can pull off the same," you tease her back. "I'd hate for you to stare the whole date." Yuriko blushes at that, starting to prepare some response, when Amaya-sensei enters the room, rapping her desk loudly. The class is full, by now, and everyone's attention shifts towards the front.

You study your books, until lunch rolls around. Terumi smiles brightly and tilts her desk a bit towards yours as she puts out her own lunch.

"One sec, Terumi," you say, and she just nods, a pleasant smile on her lips. You get up and tap Reiko on the shoulder. "Hey, Reiko."

"Oh, hey," she says, looking up at you. "Been a while. You've got a pretty full social calendar, huh?"

"Yeah, but I cleared space, just for a good friend. Tomorrow afternoon, we can go dancing, if you're down."

"That sounds great," she says. She glances over her shoulder and smirks. "Looks like Terumi can't wait for you to come back," she teases. Terumi does indeed have a bit of a puppy dog look to her. "Go ahead, I'm not angry," she says, with a genuine smile, and you sit back down, taking out your lunch.

"How are you, Nanashi-sama?" She asks the question in a sing-songy voice, stressing the word 'sama,' obviously wishing she could just call you Master.

"I'm doing well," you tell her. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in a picnic, Saturday afternoon?"

She smiles warmly. "I would! That sounds wonderful, you're always so thoughtful," she says, sounding completely, ecstatically, in love.

"It's easy to be thoughtful when I'm thinking of you," you say, with a warm smile, and she blushes at the compliment. "How have you and your mother been?"

"Oh, I've been wonderful!" She says it excitedly. "I mean, since I'm yours now, I feel lighter than air, and I'm sure it's just going to get better and better."

"And your mother?"

"She's been good. Fine. Same as normal, really."

"What is normal for your mother?"

"Having a decent time, treating herself to the occasional fun, not having to worry too much about me because I've been busy for the past several years obsessing over a certain boy?" She teases. "I think she's happy with where her life is right now, why?"

"Just curious. You were ashamed about your home life before, and I want to make you happy. She's important to you, so obviously I care about her."

Terumi blushes. "Thank you, but she really is fine... I think. Oh, now I'm worrying about her," she says. "She's fine, M- Nanashi-sama," she quickly course-corrects. "If something was wrong I'd tell you about it, okay? Everything at my home is great right now!" She says it in a half-giddy voice.

"Terumi, you can tell me anything." Her brow briefly furrows. "Anything."

"Okay," she says, as if confused about your question. Maybe she's really not hiding anything.

"I have a question for you. It's also a way for you to possibly help me out, get rid of some of that... guilt?" You suggest, and she nods along with you, "that you feel for not contributing 'enough' to the relationship."

"Anything," she says, almost breathless, waiting for you to give her an order.

"Your mother is single, correct?" She nods. "No boyfriends?" She shakes her head. "Would you help me seduce her, then?"

There's just a second's hesitation, her cheeks blooming red. "Yes, if you wanted me to." She smiles a little at the thought. "Then our whole household could be yours," she says, sighing at the thought. "You could come over whenever you like, use me as you please." She looks on the edge of drooling. "She'd be happy too, I know you'd make her happy."

You reach over for her hand. "Count," you say, and she looks confused for a moment, before you press against the lowest phalange of her middle finger, then the middle falange of her index finger - people here count using their finger bones, making that 4 2. She smiles, looking at you for confirmation, and you nod. She licks her lips, then delicately removes her hand from yours, before rising from her seat and heading off, blushing.

It's then that you notice Masahiko's missing as well. Odd. Well, fair enough to him. You wait a few minutes, eating your lunch in peace, before getting up and following after her.

You spot Masahiko in the halls, hustling along a girl wearing glasses with light pinkish-blonde hair, who's blushing and obviously not looking super enthused. "...do you care about me or not?" He grinds out the words, and she meekly nods. "Then what's the problem?"

"...ever day?" "...at school?" Is all you catch from her. Masahiko catches sight of you, grabs his girl by the upper arm, and drags her into another hallway, out of your sight.

You give Terumi a quick text.

Sorry, something came up. I'll be there soon enough. Get your mouth ready for me.

Yes, Master! ♡♡♡

You follow Masahiko down the halls, darting quickly but quietly, even going so far as to hurriedly remove your shoes so that you're only wearing socks.

"This is your job as a woman," you can hear Masahiko say.

"I-I know, but, can't we do it after school?" A small, frail girl's voice says.

"We can, but I want it now."

"We already did it this morning, too..."

"No," he yells, and you hear a squeak and a slam, as you finally identify the room that he's in. "You got something nice this morning. You need to pay me back."

You open the door. Masahiko is practically pinning a girl with his bulk, one hand on the wall on either side of her head. She blushes, her legs quivering a bit, eyes wide as she looks up at him. She glances over your way, a nervous expression on her face.

"What's going on here?"

He looks at you with a rude expression on his face. "Just some private time. Leave us alone."

The girl briefly half-brings her hand up, as if to interrupt and say something, but Masahiko shoots her a look and she lets it fall.

"It looks like she wants you to leave her alone."

"She's my fucking girlfriend, you prick. Fuck off." As Masahiko turns his attention back to you, the girl nods hurriedly in your direction, eyes pleading with you to help.

"I don't think she wants to be here. Why don't you let her make her own decision?"

He sneers, spinning in place, body blocking the girl. "Because she's a woman. They're not meant to make their own decisions, that's why the gods made them bond to the first man to give them a good screw. More specifically," he adds, stepping towards you. He's got an inch on you, but you're pretty sure he's a sports player, not in any combat stuff, "she's my woman. So go fuck off to screw whatever bimbos you like."

"You want to get expelled and possibly prosecuted that much, huh?" You ask, with a certain sneer to your voice.

He promptly tries to slam his fist into your face, and you dodge under it, punching him hard in the gut. He sputters, staggering back, hand on his mouth. "Fuck, fuck you, prick," he spits, bent over. The girl tries to squeeze around him, and he slams his fist into the wall. "No, fuck off," he says, rising up, obviously not in the greatest shape.

You let him lunge for you, but it's easy to push him aside and slam a knee into his gut, sending him tumbling to the ground, groaning in pain. The girl blushes at your show of force, offering a nervous, uncertain smile.

Now that you see her properly, she's a pretty cute girl. Cute glasses, long, pink-blonde hair, eyes that clearly glisten with intelligence and innocence. "Th-thank you..." she mumbles, uncertainly. "Um. I don't even know your name."

Masahiko groans. "Shut up bitch," he half-yells from the ground.

You glance over at him and step on his leg, pushing down on it, making him squeak in pain. "I haven't done any permanent damage. Yet." He very intelligently chooses to fall silent. "I'm Nanashi," you say, offering a warm smile.

"I'm Mitsuko," she says, offering a nervous, shy one of her own, her fingers putting her hair behind her ear. "U-um. Thank you. He, he can be really pushy."

"I see you're a mistress of understatement," you tell her, with a gentle smile. "What he did isn't okay. Can I walk you someplace safe?"

"A-ah, thank you, Nanashi-san," she says, bowing. Masahiko tries to grab your leg but you just give his wrist a brisk stomp - not enough to break anything, but enough to make him sincerely reconsider.

You gently place one hand on her back, and she blushes as you do so. She's very cute. Once you're out of earshot of Masahiko, you speak again. "You should talk to his teacher about what he was doing," you tell her.

"Well... I don't know... he is my boyfriend..."

You give her a look, and she blushes and is silent. "Look, I could get in trouble if he lies about what happened," you say, giving her the little push she needs.

"Okay... if you say so..." she says it so meekly, like she'd do basically whatever anybody asked her to. That's probably why Masahiko preyed on her. You wonder how much being his 'girlfriend' was her idea, and how much was just him declaring it to be so, and her going along with it.

You arrive back in class. "Tell her what happened," you say to Mitsuko, who nods, trying to steel herself, and steps up towards Amaya-sensei.

"I, um." Mitsuko hesitates, unsure how to start. "Masahiko was, um, with me, in the janitor closet, and he was trying to get me to do lewd things, and then Nanashi came in, and he talked to Masahiko, and Masahiko tried to hit him, and then he won the fight, and we came right here, so I could tell you." Your phone buzzes.

Master? Is everything alright?

Amaya-sensei seems very sympathetic to Mitsuko's story. "-not tolerated at our school. I'll see to it he's suspended."

You step forward. "Hey, thanks for taking care of her, Amaya-sensei. And Mitsuko, if you need help, you can come to me, or Sumiko," you say, pointing to your militant servant, whose eyes perk up as she sees you gesture to her.

"A-ah, okay, Nanashi-san," she says, docilely, with a little nod.

"Sorry, I should get going, I was on my way to a thing when I saw him manhandling you like that."

Mitsuko blushes at the description, and you depart hurriedly. You open the door to Room 42, and see Terumi kneeling on the ground, two fingers in her mouth, playing with her tongue like she was masturbating, the other hand on her phone - her attention darts up to you, and she smiles, pulling her wet fingers away. You can see she was drooling profusely, by the little splashes of drool on her chin and shirt. You close and lock the door behind you. "Welcome, Master," she says, happily.

"Sorry about the wait, I had to smack a bitch," you tell her. "Some asshole trying to make this girl who clearly wasn't very interested suck his cock or whatever."

"You're such a wonderful person, Master," Terumi says, her expression blissful. "I'm lucky you made me your concubine."

You pull down your pants, and she sighs at the sight of your cock, licking her lips wantonly.

You step forward, pressing your cock against her face, your cockhead on her forehead, your balls on her chin. "Enjoy it however you like, Terumi. Just go ahead and worship it." She smiles at that, reaching up with her hand and running her fingers along your dick. Then she presses your cock against her tongue, rubbing her head side to side, tongue staying still relatively, her purple hair swaying. Finally she swallows your cock, in a smooth sweep to the base, giving a little jerk and moan as she has a mini-orgasm from taking your cock to the base, her eyes lidding.

You just softly pet her, running your fingers through her hair as she stays buried on your cock. She's apparently decided that the way she wants to enjoy it is by holding it in her throat, given the way she moans on it happily. "Play with yourself," you tell her, and she nods on your cock, twisting it in her throat, making you grunt in pleasure. Her hands pull up her school skirt and slip inside her cunt, and you can feel the vibrations as she moans and twitches beneath you. "Think about what I'm going to do to your mother." She moans at that, the erotic, taboo angle adding to her pleasure, and orgasms with your cock still in her throat, having not pulled off even once.

Her moans turn to throaty gags for a few seconds before she pulls off, breathing heavily, drool slimily dripping down her chin and off your cock, as her free hand jerks you off. You just keep petting her, encouraging her. "Tell me how you want me to seduce your mother," you order her, and she sleepily nods, breathing heavily.

"Yes, Master," she says, almost drunken, eyes lidded. "I want you to kiss her, tenderly, on the lips. I want you to call her beautiful, gently run your fingers through her hair, lock eyes with her." Her free hand comes up, jerking you off a bit as she speaks, and you keep petting her as she kisses your tip. "I want you to sweetly lie her out on her bed and take her, show her what an amazing lover you are, make her yours, just like Noriko and Sumiko and all the others you've claimed and will claim. I want you to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as you fuck her, as you dominate her, I want you to make her part of your family, another woman you bed and keep as yours. I want to never have to leave her beacuse you'll take her and me both with you when you fully make us yours."

Then she orgasms, and hurriedly slurps her way back down your cock, moaning with it buried in her throat, spasming in raw ecstasy, eyes rolled up. "I've been enjoying both Noriko and her mother, you know," you tell her, as she gurgles on your cock, fingering herself even more wildly. "Often together, screwing one, then the other, having them play with one another... what would you think about that?" She just moans on your cock, eyes half-lidded, eagerly slurping away at your dick. "Or would you prefer that I share Kayo with Yuriko, Noriko, Setsuko, or Sumiko? I think a lot of them would like playing with her."

Terumi spasms in orgasm again, and you just grasp the back of her head and go at it, enjoying the sloppy way drool dribbles down out of her mouth and onto her shirt, the way she takes it eagerly, eyes rolled up, moaning all the while. As you facefuck your personal concubine, she orgasms again and again. "You're such a good concubine," you tell her, "you look beautiful, I really like your choker," you note, referring to the one you got her. She sputters giddily at that, smiling up at you around your cock, glad you noticed.

You just enjoy the feeling of her throat, exulting in the domination. She keeps playing with herself, and keeps orgasming, but you're a bit short on time so you can't keep going forever. You hold her down, groaning, thrusting your hips against her face. "I'm going to come soon, Terumi," you tell her, and she moans happily at that, eyes rolling up as she gurgles on your cock. "Where do you want it?"

"Mfhefer foo pweaf," she mumbles around your dick, sending sweet vibrations through it, and you patronizingly pat her cheek.

"That's a good girl," you tell her, and she smiles around your cock as you keep fucking her face, slamming your balls against her chin. Finally, you pull partway out, just your dick in her mouth, and let go, splashing all over the inside of her mouth - on her tongue, on her palate, everywhere. When you're done, rather than pull out like she expects, you slam her down again, holding her in place on your cock, your dick and cum mixing into a delicious dish she slurps on happily, moaning on your dick, eyes rolling up as she suckles on you.

You hold her there for what feels like a brief eternity before popping off, admiring her fucked-silly face, the way she swills your cum and her spit for a good few seconds in her mouth, her eyes hazy. "Swallow," you order, and she does on command. Then you slip your cock right past those lips. "Get another load out," you add, and she nods hurriedly, slurping and licking and lashing your slit, trying desperately to get you to come. It takes you a bit, but you do, splashing her mouth with your cum all over again, and she moans in orgasm at your taste this time, eyes rolling up as she's given a second load.

Then you pull out and start getting dressed properly, while she swills your cum in her mouth. You even grab a towel and dab most of her drool away, making her look quite presentable, as she continues to enjoy your taste, her cheeks flush with color, a happy smile on her lips as she stares up at you from where she kneels. She pulls her hands out from her cunt, and pops two fingers in her mouth, slurping on her juices, moaning at the mix of her own taste and yours.

You help her get cleaned up, using the towel, and gently pet her, even putting her in your lap for a bit and cuddling. Of course, you do need to get to class, so you can't spend that long with her. You decide to have her leave first, then follow her a minute or so later, taking your seat just in time for class to restart.

Class itself is the same as always - but then it ends, and you're free... to go to the food court to meet Kiyomi. You guess you never quite got around to reading that story of hers. Maybe you can fit it in a bit beforehand. Sumiko slaps you on the shoulder. "Should we head to the site of this meeting with Kiyomi and Kyoko together, Nanashi-sama?"

"Sure," you say, rising from your seat. "Let's go." She follows you into the hall, marching behind you and slightly to the left. "How are you doing? Sorry to have had to love you and leave you yesterday."

"It is fine, Nanashi-sama. I know a man of your stature has numerous concerns, and your comfort was plenty enough for me."

"Anything interesting happen after I left?"

"My elder sister attempted to force me to tell her of our private activities. I defended your privacy viciously, and ultimately victoriously."

You smile at her. "I need to read something real quick on my phone, do you mind?"

She shakes her head. "Go ahead, Nanashi-sama."

You scroll through the phone as the car bumps along, hurriedly reading "The Serenade of Atsura." A very sweet girl gets taken away by an enemy tribe, held in captivity for weeks before escaping. Her own tribe rejects her, feeling her unclean, and she's about to drown herself in a lake when the god of the lake, Turogi, appears, praising the girl's beauty and wholesomeness.

There's a lot of sickly sweet love poems, with the undercurrent of a person trying to stop somebody from killing themselves, and the occasional response in kind from the girl - Atsura - with a rather more melancholic, existential bent, asking if death is really so bad, compared to crushing isolation. Turogi eventually convinces her not to kill herself, instead taking her as his wife, and then they have lovey dovey sex which is described in fairly intense (if poetic) detail.

The entire thing is written as an in-universe poem, with in-universe commentary after the fact suggesting it's entirely fictitious, because the story is so absurdly unlikely to occur.

The vehicle comes to a stop in front of the mall, and you put away your phone, heading up to the food court with Sumiko. She buys some Wesmeri hamburgers for herself, even getting you some french fries to snack on, as you wait for Kiyomi and Kyoko to arrive.

You check the publication date on the story in a fit of curiosity, but it's months old. Not recent enough to be inspired by you, as if that was really very plausible. You reach over for Sumiko's hand, twining your fingers together with hers, and she blushes and eats with the other hand as she smiles at you.

"During lunch, there was a minor altercation. Masahiko was attempting to pressure a girl, Mitsuko, into having sex with him during school hours. She seemed to not be particularly pleased, so I stepped in. Amaya-sensei said she'd see to him being suspended."

"Yes. When Masahiko returned to class, before you did, Amaya-sensei took him away to the faculty lounge. He did not return when she did, so I presumed he was in some trouble. I am glad to hear you stood up for the weak, even at risk to yourself." She pats your shoulder gregariously.

"It wasn't much of a risk, the guy fights like a sick dog."

She laughs deeply at that, patting your back heartily. "Then you have put him down," she says, with a smile.

Kyoko arrives, looks at the table, then heads over to the same Wesmeri food place that Sumiko bought her crap from, before returning with it. She slams her butt down in her seat and slurps audibly at her soda. Before either of you can really say anything, Kiyomi arrives. "H-hi," she stammers out, uncertainly, to you. "Hi Sumiko. Hi Kyoko." She sounds much less nervous than with you. She's currently standing behind her chair, fingers fidgeting on the back of it, sort of fidgeting a bit, her eyes lowering before they snap back up at you, watching you carefully.

"Welcome, Kiyomi," Sumiko says.

"Yo," Kyoko adds in.

You stand up, planning to pull out her seat, and Kiyomi hurriedly jumps away from you. You decide not to follow through. "Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

"O-oh," she says, fidgeting a bit, sort of positioning so that Kyoko's between her and you. Kyoko wears a kind of 'well, she is a friend I guess' look about being used like this. "Y-yeah. S-some noodles? The, um, kind with the sauce, the really spice red sauce."

"Kirapepa," Kyoko supplies.

"Y-yeah, that one," Kiyomi says.

You depart the table, and Kiyomi quickly seats herself next to Kyoko, as soon as your back is turned - you can tell by the loud scrapes from the force with which she does it. You take your time, wanting to let Kiyomi get settled in, before you return with her little dish and a cup of water. "Didn't know what you liked to drink, so..." you trail off. Kyoko takes the rice and drink from you, putting them in front of Kiyomi.

"She likes water," Kyoko says. "Lucky guess."

"I-it goes well, with the, um, the spicy, sauce." Her eyes are trained on you like a deer caught in the headlights might. Her hands nervously try to start scooping up the food, except largely without looking at it, making the process difficult.

You sit down, slowly, next to Sumiko, putting yourself in the opposite corner from Kiyomi, who calms a bit. "I read the Serenade of Atsura, it was very good," you tell her. "Including the little commentary on the end. It was a nice touch, made it feel more like it really came from another world."

"O-oh, um, th-thank you," she stammers.

"Look at your food or I'm going to hand feed it to you," Kyoko says, crossing her arms in irritation. Kiyomi blushes, fidgeting a bit, glancing at Kyoko, who rolls her eyes. "He's not going to do anything, and if he did, Sumiko and I could take him."

"Nanashi-sama's a good man," Sumiko reassures, though it seems to do a bit of the opposite.

"N-Nanashi-sama?" Kiyomi squeaks.

"She's been in every single class, nothing happened, now eat!" Kyoko sounds annoyed, and Kiyomi squeaks but gets to eating, hurriedly wolfing down her food, leaning forward a bit so she can kind of keep her eyes on you, her mouth a few inches above her food. "Sorry. She's always like this around guys."

"It's quite alright. Phobias are by their nature irrational. If they were, they'd be easily controllable." You pause, Kiyomi fidgeting like she wants to argue. "I'm sure there's an entirely valid reason behind it, as well," you add.

"Y-yeah," Kiyomi says, before eating some more of her food.

"So, Kyoko, have any family?"

"Mom, Dad," she says, curtly. "No siblings."

"I've got three sisters. Sumiko has one."

"She is a very good one, however," Sumiko notes, and Kyoko snorts. "Is there something funny about my sister being good?"

"Nah, it's just the way you said it," Kyoko says with a dismissive gesture. She puffs up her chest. "She is a very good sister. Such a sister cannot be matched. All fear the power of my sister, and her wholesome goodness."

Sumiko looks unhappy with the mockery, so you decide to cut in. "What do you like to read for fun, Kyoko?"

"I don't really read for fun. Mostly Wesmeri shit, I guess, it's good practice for the language classes."

"I l-like fantasy," Kiyomi offers. "The, um, the way it lets the author, um, inspect things. Like social mores, in a d-different context?" She seems very nervous and tentative as she speaks.

"Yeah. It's very interesting. I liked your work especially," you say. "Are you working on anything new now? No spoilers," you tease.

"A-ah, um, well, I mostly write in bursts. I'll have an idea, and just push through. S-so that's why I mostly write short stories."

"That makes sense to me. Can you clue me in when you write something new?"

"W-well, you can get a fictoria account," she says. "And follow me."

"Is writing something you're interested in as a career, or more of a hobby?"

She blushes. "I-I don't think I'm good e-enough to write as a career. Th-though I guess it'd be n-nice, since, um, I could just, sit in my room, and not have to meet p-people."

"You might get inspired if you do meet more people, though," you point out.

"M-maybe," she mumbles, in a voice that says 'not.'

"People are nice. And they're a good defense. If you don't have any friends, you're much more vulnerable than if you do."

Kiyomi swallows audibly, looking pitiful, eyes big as saucers. Even Sumiko gives you a look. Kyoko rubs her fingertips, then her lips, off with a napkin. "Right, think that was good. Kiyomi," she says, standing up. "Let's get you back home. You did good, talked a bunch, but I think you probably need to cool down from all this anxiety-inducing crap, yeah?"

Kiyomi nods, getting up, Kyoko taking her with her.

Sumiko grabs the last of her hamburgers, now just a crescent strip, and wolfs it down before following it up with a chug of her own soda.

"So, what do you know about Kyoko and Kiyomi?"

Sumiko laughs. "Perhaps a question better suited to before the date?" She teases. "Kiyomi is an androphobe, Kyoko is a curt woman with few manners, but a straightforward way of thinking and brute honesty to her. Beyond that, I know little of either. Kyoko has some kind of rivalry with Reiko, and Kiyomi is friends with your Noriko."

"You think that comment at the end was a bit far?"

"Probably, Nanashi-sama. She is already coming out of her shell, to come here to dine with you. Perhaps you should be gentler with her. And she does have friends - just not male ones. Kyoko and Noriko, most obviously."

"Yeah. I suppose that's true." You glance at your phone. You need to go home to get dressed properly for the date with Yuriko at the Nadeshiko club. "I need to head home, so let's get going," you tell Sumiko, who nods and does the follow behind you slightly to the left thing as you head out to the car.

"Thank you for coming out here to back me up," you tell Sumiko, as the two of you get into the car. "I appreciate your service."

"Thank you, Nanashi-sama." When you arrive at her house, you give her a kiss, checking the time that your mom texted you for the reservation - still got an hour to go, enough time to get home, put on a nice suit, and pick up Yuriko.

You do that. Yuriko emerges from her home, her hair elegantly done up into a tight braid behind her head, a little flower button in her hair. She's wearing a long dress with a pair of slits that reach up to her thighs. It's purple, with plenty of cleavage, and reaches down to her ankles. She snaps into the limousine with a pair of smart shoes - not high-heeled - that clack as she sits down in her chair. She tries to look poised and elegant, but she's obviously bursting with giddy excitement.

"You're looking marvelous, as usual," you say, and she preens.

"You don't look half bad yourself," Yuriko says, with a little smug assurance.

"Any particular form of dance you'd like to try? I dabble in a few."

"The slow dances," she replies.

"I'll be sure to give you a proper seeing to," you tease. She blushes. "I am an excellent dancer, after all."

The Nadeshiko Club is very exquisite and formal, with servers, bouncer at the door, and a stage for entertainment - which is currently not filled. There is space for dancing, and a few individuals doing so, the kind of rich hoity toity fucks you and Yuriko are supposed to be. Mostly young men with their wives and older men with their mistresses. Yuriko looks a bit like a hungry predator in the environment, eyeing up the various women, even a couple who seem unattached - high-class escorts? Wealthy bachelorettes hoping to find a rich man? They look to be in the late twenties range, though with how youthful women tend to look here, that's hard to guarantee.

Yuriko and you are guided to your booth, somewhere towards the middle, and the server lets you give your order for drinks, though he seems to know you're minors - presumably your mother mentioned it. You get 'flavored water,' which is the hoity toity thing for teenagers here, it seems, and Yuriko orders some kind of dish which you think is like a Japan-ified (Kurogaya-ified) version of nachos, judging by the description - chips coated in various sauces and a bit of squid.

"It's large enough for two," she says. "Share again?" She's obviously trying to play the coy, upper class girl, but then a waitress with particularly large breasts in the very risque uniform the waitresses here wear passes by and she can't help but stare.

"I think we decided already to share the things we both enjoy," you tease, and she blushes as she catches your doube meaning.

"Then that will be all," she says, quickly to the server, who nods and departs. "There is no need to be crude."

"I'm not being crude. Innuendo is a refined art," you tease. "So, how would you rate that girl you were just staring at? You have a bit of drool, by the way," you say, offering her your napkin. She hurriedly takes it and taps at her chin, only to scowl when she realizes you were only teasing.

"You are incorrigible."

"Perhaps. Still. A number, from one to ten."

"Mm," Yuriko says, glancing her way. "It's difficult to say. So much is in personality, you know?"

"Just her body," you say. "Come on."

"Mm... well, her breasts are very nice... you can just imagine your hands sinking into them, can't you? She's not the best elsewhere, though. Eight out of ten?" To be honest, back home that girl would've been a knockout 10/10, but you suppose that this world, one has to have a sliding scale somewhere.

"Have me rate a girl, and not yourself," you say, and she looks rather put out.

She glances out over the dance floor, then gestures. "The woman with the balding man."

She's voluptuous, with a very nice, plump pair of lips, and red hair that reminds you a bit of Jessica Rabbit. On your world, it'd be a perfect ten, but here... "Nine."

Yuriko quirks an eyebrow. "What about that little mole? Doesn't it set her off?"

You glance at her again. It's slightly below and to the right of her right eye. A classic beauty mark. "It just adds character," you say.

"I hope I'm an eleven then," she says, primly. "Give me another one."

You point to a woman who's more the Kiyomi type, nice round tits, with long, dark hair, laughing at the jokes of some older man. "Mm, more a four. The makeup," she says, gesturing to the woman's face. She's wearing ruby red lipstick and maybe ever so slightly too much blush and eyeshadow, but nothing you'd notice without it pointed out to you. "Butter face. Now you, that one," she says.

The woman in question is willowy, tall, with an erudite cast to her features. She looks older - maybe early thirties - and speaks quietly to what is presumably her husband as she dances with him. Back home, she'd be a nine at worse. Here, though? "Five."

"Ah, good to know you don't just think every girl's gorgeous."

The two of you go back and forth a bit. A shorter girl with a plentiful bosom gets a nine from Yuriko, while a taller one with the same breasts gets a six, because Yuriko doesn't like how she's done her hair style (bun), or the color in question (blue-white, which "reminds her too much of her mother"). She gives a girl with relatively small breasts (perhaps Sumiko's in size) an eight of ten because, quote, "I like her smile." Your own ratings vary quite a bit more than they would naturally, but Yuriko just nods along and prods you a bit here and there.

"Now to turn the game around," you say. "Pick a girl, and I'll guess what you would rate her."

Yuriko presses her finger to her lip thoughtfully, then gestures to a woman waiting at the bar for someone to chat her up, with ivory white hair that reaches her hips and a pair of tits to rival your mother's. You don't have a great perspective on her face, but she looks fine, even to an overly critical eye.

You carefully size the woman up, before finally deciding on an eight. "Eight."

"Oh? Why?" She offers little hint as to her own rating.

"Good tits, nothing wrong with her face, long hair which I think you like, given that's how Kiyomi wears it. The hair color might knock off points, but other than that, I'd struggle a bit. The girl who got a six had bigger tits but her hair was all wrong, this one's breasts are a tad smaller, and her hair's down rather than up. Not sure if the white reminds you of your mother, or if it needs to be specifically blue-white."

"Specifically," she answers. "And very close. I gave her a seven." She glances around the room, then selects a woman.

"That one," she says, pointing to the woman in question. "Got your number?" You take a moment, then nod. She purses her lips in thought. "I think... hm... I never did get your view on glasses, and none of the girls in our class wear them. Hm. Your mother does, though, doesn't she?" You nod. "I don't think she's close enough to Kimiko-sama to warrant a negative reaction. So..." she puts her tongue against her cheek. "A nine?"

"That's correct," you tell her, and she flashes a smile, then gives you a sharp look.

"You aren't just saying that, are you?"

"No, that was legitimately my number."

She smiles, practically preening, and the waiter brings over your order. The two of you eat, blabbing a bit about school and life and occasionally pointing out attractive women to one another. When you're done, you stand up. "Shall we dance?" You say, and she smiles wickedly.

"We shall," she says, taking your hand. You guide her onto the dance floor, gently twining the fingers on your left hand with hers, and go to work. You expertly move and manipulate her body, rendering her occasionally stuttering movements seemingly smooth and perfect. She presses her back to your chest at one point, blushing as she feels your erection and then you spin her about a bit, so she's facing you, tits an inch from your chest, your palm on the small of her back, just above her buttock. As you pull her tight against you, planning to half-drag her through the next move, she lets out a surprised little squeak, her cheeks burning red, as she involuntarily humps against you for a moment.

She just came. You smile at her. "Want to take a break?" You ask, sweetly. She nods, not trusting her voice, and awkwardly moves over to your booth, where you let her take a seat. She's vivid red, knowing that you know. Her eyes are on the mostly-eaten food, and she grabs some bit of lettuce that got left behind to chew on.

"I take it you're enjoying yourself," you say. "Should I get you some more to drink?"

She nods quickly, and you wave over your waiter. She doesn't look at you, bright red, as you ask for some refills on your drinks.

You reach across the table to her, gently running your fingers along her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," she says, quickly. "I, I just can't believe that I, while dancing, you know," she swallows. "And that was the third... you know. With you. Third time we... did something that made me..." she trails off. "It's... something." She says it quietly, uncertainly, obviously a bit tense. "I mean, I like you, Nanashi, I'm just... this whole relationship feels fast, and that was really close, and..." she trails off, unsure what to say, how to say it, what she can or should say.

"We can slow down if you want," you tell her. "But I think we're a good match. This could be a wonderful foundation for a marriage... don't forget about Terumi." She blushes as you mention your concubine. "Tell me what you'd see our marriage as like. Maybe that's a better angle, make sure we're on the same page."

Yuriko swallows, nodding. "You'd... have Terumi, and Noriko, as your... concubines... and I could play with them however, and whenever, I wanted. One of us would work, and the other would manage the home... probably you would work, because you're a genius. So I'd be home all day with Terumi," she says, clearly salivating at the thought, "able to make her do whatever I liked... and she'd love it..." Her eyes unfocus as she involves herself in the daydream.

"Correction," you say, softly. "Many of us would work. Noriko and Terumi are both smart enough to be gainfully employed. I don't want you to think of them like employees whose only job is sex... more like as partners, if a bit lower on the pole."

She nods, focusing in. "So..." she blinks. "Okay. I can see that... I still get to fuck Terumi, right?"

You snort and smile. "Terumi would like that." You take out your phone, flipping through photos until you find one of Setsuko, with just your cock sandwiched between her huge tits. "This one too," you tell her, sliding your phone so she can see it. She practically salivates as she sees the tits, eyes wild.

"Who is that?" She asks.

"It's private, for now. Unless... you'd agree to become my betrothed."

She bites her lip, blushing. "You're really good at tempting me..." she says. "I'll... I'll think about it. It's a big decision."

"Okay," you tell her, softly. The two of you pay the bill and depart, getting into the car with Shiiro and driving to her place. She seems uncertain, contemplating the idea of marrying you very seriously, but not quite willing to get taken over the edge just yet. Shiiro starts to drive you home, once she's let off.

When you arrive home, you search for Mariko, finding her lazing on one of the couches in the entertainment room, head on a pillow, watching the television. "Yo," she says, with a small wave in your direction, before rubbing at her nose. The TV seems to be tuned to some sci-fi show, as you sit down on the other couch.

"What's this?" You ask, quietly.

"Doorway. It's this sci-fi show about a KSDF project where they find some archaeotech -" now that's a word you didn't expect to hear Mariko use "- and use it to flip around through alternate universes. They're in a world that's like Warring States-era Kurogaya, but with oni also there, basically. Some pseudoscience bull to justify why seven foot tall blue-skinned folks are still around. They're trying to annex the place, since there's shared religion and stuff."

On screen, some waif of a girl who looks like a scientist is speaking to a giant horned monster of a woman, trying to get her answers to some simple scientific questions. It's not going too well, but in a way that's obviously intended to be comedic rather than frightening. "What do you eat?" "Whatever I feel like." "Meat, grains, fruits?" "Sure." That kind of thing.

You head out for a second, going to the kitchen and making some quick popcorn, filling up a couple drinks. You get her some fruit juice - you know that's her preference - and bring it back to her, sitting down at around her belly, while she curls onto one side to give you space. You offer her the popcorn bowl, and she takes a handful and chows down. The scene with the scientist chick is still going on. "People?!" "Yes, people."

"So is this just a comedy, or an action thing, or what?"

"It's drama with some comedy." She giggles as the giant oni makes a lewd pun that makes the scientist girl blush. "She's a cutie pie, isn't she?"

"The girl, or the oni?"

Mariko laughs, and gives your head a little slap. "The girl, obviously. The oni is adorable. Learn what words mean."

"Didn't know you were into evaluating other women like that."

"Cute's cute, whether it's a boy, a girl, or an animal. This show's got some primo jerkbait girls, sure, but they make them appealing enough to the ladies. Keiko there has the biggest heart on the whole show. She's a sweetheart." At this point, Keiko has realized that the oni is fucking with her, and puffs up her chest and throws a temper tantrum. "Biggest temper, too," Mariko says, taking another handful of popcorn and just kinda stuffing it into her mouth before shoveling juice in after it.

"Never knew you liked this kind of thing. Big secret nerd, huh?"

She snorts. "I just like this show. 's good. One of my old army buddies recommended it to me."

You lean back into her, enjoying the feeling of her stomach, currently wearing a sports bra and nothing else, toned muscles warm as you stretch back into her body. She feels nice... the show's pleasant... and you're rather tired already. You lean back against her, eventually flopping onto your side, and she decides to let you, playing big spoon to your little spoon - though she does push you down a little to make sure she can watch. When Doorway ends, she turns off the TV... but doesn't get up, instead just resting there, hands nestled around you, confusing you for being asleep.

"You're a real cutie too, Nanashi," she says, slightly teasingly, as she cuddles up against your backside, those firm tits of hers smushing against your shirt. She sighs and drifts off to sleep like that, and so do you.