Chapter 10: Deflowering Sumiko, Bonding Setsuko

You wake up earlier than Noriko. Her naked, small body is plastered against yours, her cheek on your chest, a little puddle of drool splashing out on your skin as she lies there, pleasantly asleep. Your phone buzzes as you receive a text, and you can tell who it's from, both by the name and by the fact that the time is 7:33AM. Noriko mumbles sleepily on your chest. "...love you."

Good morning, Master! Your ♡favorite♡ ♡concubine♡ is awake and dressed and clean and waiting for your orders!

My only problem with yesterday is that I wish you'd told me you wanted my ass earlier so that I could have prepared better! ♡♡♡

Still, I was happy to give you my anal virginity, especially since it means I took yours too, and I wouldn't have delayed for a second in order to get ready! I♡love♡you♡Master!

I liked eating out Yuriko for you, too! I didn't mind getting drooled on or anything! You don't have to worry about that kind of thing! ♡♡♡

I can send you some new nudes, if you want to jerk off to my body, Master, or just look at them while Noriko sucks you off. Or just look at them in general, I'm happy to bring you any pleasure!

Speaking of, is there anything I can do for you to make school better for you? I know you're so smart that it's not as if I could tutor you in anything important, but anything else I can do at all to help the smartest Master in the whole world better himself would be wonderful! ♡♡♡

Or just make him happy! I could cook you a meal, or do your homework for you, or anything else you need, Master! (♡v♡)

Sometimes I feel like a bad concubine because all I do is send you these texts and take your cock...

Not that I mind taking your cock, Master! I♡love♡your♡cock! In fact, I love it so much, sometimes I feel like all that shows I love you is these texts, since your cock is sooo♡ooo good!

(Though of course a big part of what makes your cock so good is who it's attached to! ♡)

If there's anything you want, I'll gladly give it to you! You've made all my dreams come true, and I'm sure you'll find ever better ways to do so, so don't hesitate to give me a few things to do to make it up to you! ♡♡♡

You text Terumi back.

I appreciate your concerns and dedication, Terumi.

THANK YOU MASTER! ♡♡♡

Sorry for capitals. ♡

Later, when you can be more openly my concubine, you'll be helping with the family business and managing the home, so you should make sure to study hard, but it's not an urgent matter.

As you wish, Master. ♡

You can make my lunches for me if it makes you feel better, but to be honest, you are an excellent lover and just enjoying your body - 'taking my cock,' as you put it - is more than enough to satisfy me.

♡♡♡

I'll get started on your lunch right away, Master! Do you have any preferences?

Surprise me.

You gently rub Noriko's head, then lean down to kiss her a few times. She mumbles, leg kicking. "Wake up, Noriko," you tell her, as your phone buzzes with another text from Terumi, presumably some variation on 'as you wish, Master.' You give Noriko a few more kisses before she finally rouses, stretching, catlike, atop you. She turns her head up to you and wears a small smile. You give her a chaste peck on the nose, then one on the lips. "I need to go speak to your mother, so do you mind getting dressed?"

"Oh, no, I do not mind. Last night was very pleasant," Noriko explains, as she rises from the bed, collecting her clothes.

"I enjoyed it too."

"I am glad that you enjoy my body," Noriko says, as she pulls on her shirt. "Thank you for being such a generous and thorough lover." She offers a small smile. "You are much more conventionally attractive than myself."

"You're plenty beautiful, Noriko," you say, and she blushes slightly, pulling on her school skirt and briefly checking the hallway before departing your room. You quickly get dressed as well, taking a BC pill before heading out and finding Setsuko in her room, lying on the bed.

She rolls over to look at you. "Ah. Nanashi-sama." She offers a small smile. "I was just waking up."

You sit down on the bed, putting your hand gingerly on her upper arm. She offers a somewhat broader smile at that, her cheeks growing pink. "Hey. I wanted to make sure you were really okay with... our relationship. I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything. I really care about you, and not just because you're Noriko's mother."

You reach up, running the back of your hand along her cheek, and she blushes. "I..." she swallows. "I think... yes... I do... I mean..." she mumbles. "I don't know you that well, Nanashi-sama, but I'd like to get to know you. You've made my daughter very happy, and you've helped me." She offers a gentle smile. "I can't think of a better man to... give myself to."

"That's a wonderful thing to hear from such a sweet and beautiful woman," you tell her, and her cheeks flush. You reach down under the blankets, finding her shorts and unbuttoning them, and you simultaneously lean forward to her lips. As you straddle her body, kissing her lips tenderly, your tongue sliding into her waiting mouth, she hums a bit, closing her eyes, pressing her body up against yours. Her tits seem to bulge against the fabric of her t-shirt, and as your tongue plays about inside her mouth, you start to pull that up as well.

You interrupt your kiss for a second to pull her shirt all the way off, before kissing her hard again, getting only the briefest moment to admire her pale skin. She pushes up against you, worming her way out of her shorts, leaving her naked but for her underwear, which she soon removes as well. You help her out of her bra, admiring her plentiful tits as they bounce forth, and she's wearing nothing but a blush beneath you, now, smiling nervously up at you.

You pull off your shirt, and her eyes run over your upper body, a smile on her lips, her tongue gingerly rolling over her upper lip. You unbutton your pants and soon pull those off and toss them aside, along with your underwear. Now both of you are naked, you hovering over her lovely, sensual body, her staring up at you with big doe eyes. You place your cock between her soft, pillowy breasts, and she quietly grasps her tits in either hand, pushing them together so that they can wrap tightly around your erect cock. Her mouth is half-open, her eyes staring up at you, as if she was hypnotized by your body.

You start to make slowy, gently presses in between her tits, ginger as you move. "You're amazingly beautiful, Setsuko," you tell her, cupping her cheek. "You have such a sensual body, it drives me wild just to look at." She smiles at that, a little bright and hopeful, as you make a slow pace in the tight space between her tits. They're so soft that it barely even matters that they're dry, and you reach down for her nipples, thumbing them gently. "Enjoy yourself too, Setsuko," you tell her, gingerly. "I don't want you to feel like sex with me is just a chore."

She blushes brightly. "I-I don't think that," she says, hurriedly. She starts to pump her tits along your cock faster, moving them alternately, tightly confining your hard cock in the space between her tits. She leans down and licks at your cockhead each time it pops out of her tits, her own breasts alternately pressing against her cheeks, her eyes looking up at you sweetly.

You gently run your fingers through her hair, petting her, reassuring her that you're enjoying yourself. You finally just push until your cock presses against her lips, and she opens her mouth wide, letting your cockhead in, and slurps on it, her hands rubbing her tits along your dick. She shivers and twitches a little, nostrils flaring in this position, and one hand gently plays with one of her nipples, finding it hard and fun to play with. "Yeah... that's a good girl," you tell her, and she blushes, smiling around your cockhead, as she suckles on the tip. "You're wonderful. Please, feel free to change things up so that you feel as good as you can."

She nods around your cock, twisting her tongue against your cockhead, and then starts to pump properly, popping her mouth out. Some of her drool slobbers out, splattering her collarbone, as she shifts to look up at you, her hands squishing into her pillowy breasts. "Like this, Nanashi-sama?" She asks, her eyelids flickering a little as her titfuck gets faster. "Does this feel good for you? D-does," she swallows nervously, "does fucking my big fat titties feel good for you, Nanashi-sama?"

"It feels amazing," you groan, and she smiles, shivering a bit, as your hands continue to pet her and tease her nipple. Then she orgasms, sputtering a bit, drool and spittle flying out of her mouth, her fingers digging roughly into her own breasts, her hips jerking as she comes, hard, just from giving you a titfuck. You groan in raw pleasure at the sight, and then start to press your cock against her mouth. Her nostrils flare in pleasure as her tongue is teased with your dick, and she tries to push forward, to get as much of your cock in her mouth as she can, sucking loudly as she smushes her own face into her tits. You just groan in raw pleasure as she twitches in the afterglow of her own orgasm.

She gets more excitable, her tongue running eagerly along your cockhead, and you push her off, continuing to fuck her tits. With one hand, you put your fingers in her mouth, playing with and teasing her tongue, making her shiver, eyes rolling up, as she drools copious amounts of saliva on your fingers. "One day, Setsuko, I want to have children with you." She smiles around your fingers, slurping at them. "I want to see your belly swell up with my kids, want to know that I'm their father. I want to keep you, I want to take care of you, not just fuck you and play with your - incredibly sexy - body." She orgasms at that point, her tongue pressing against your fingers eagerly, eyes rolling up as she drools, spittle running down her chin, onto her neck, collarbone, and the top of her tits.

You pop your now very wet fingers out of her mouth, running them along the lines of her cleavage, some of the saliva slipping down to your cock, adding to your pleasure. She hums at the sensation, obviously giddy with pleasure, and you just smile down at her as you continue to fuck those nice, big, fat tits of hers.

You make sure she orgasms a half-dozen more times, running your hand through her hair as you pet her and reassure her nonverbally. She's going to be yours, and you're going to take care of her, make sure she's happy. "I want you to wake me up in the morning with sex," you tell her, and she nods quickly, almost dizzily on your dick. "It'll help you bond quicker, and once you are bonded, it'll satisfy your sexual needs." She nods again, smiling up at you loosely, eyes hazy. "I really want to take care of you, and I just want you to take care of me back. Is that okay?"

She nods rapidly. "O-of course, Nanashi-sama," she says, hurriedly. "It's okay. I like sucking your cock," she says, before leaning her head back down, slurping on your cockhead, as if desperately trying to prove that she enjoys blowjobs. You've seen her come eight times so far from a titwank, so you hardly need proof of that. Still, the feeling of her cheeks hollowing around your dick, her tongue lapping at your cockhead, is incredibly erotic and ecstatic.

It brings you close to the edge - and when she orgasms again, tongue lashing your slit, you can't hold it in anymore. You pull your cock out, both of her mouth and her tits, and let go, splashing your cum all over those gorgeous, pale breasts of hers, sticky strings of white lewdly staining it, as her eyes roll up and a low moan escapes her mouth. "Fuck, you're good," you hiss out, as you finish coming. You gently pet her.

"That was wonderful, Setsuko," you tell her, gently running your fingers through her hair. "You're an amazing lover. But I don't want to get caught here with you, I don't know what my mother would do if she knew I was having sex with you and Noriko." Setsuko nods, and you get off the bed, gathering your clothes. Setsuko remains in place, breathing heavily, and you close the door behind you as you go to take a quick shower to wash off any lingering scent of her.

You head down to find your mother, who's currently in her office, eating some small snack type meal as she reads; some kind of bowl of what look like marshmallows. She takes one, eats it, licks her fingers clean, then delicately rubs said fingers on a napkin.

"Morning, mother."

She smiles as she discovers your presence. "Good morning, Nan-chan," she says, practically beaming. "What brings you here?"

"I was wondering if you'd have breakfast with me? It does look like you're a bit busy..."

"No, no, I just like multitasking," she says, putting down the papers. "I can feel rather lazy if I'm just eating, but if I'm having breakfast with my son, well," she picks up the bowl, standing up. "Want one?" She offers, and you nod, so she places it in your mouth. It tastes sort of like cotton candy mixed with marshmallows - some kind of odd confection? For just a moment, your tongue and lips press against her fingertip, and she blushes at that. "Ah, let's go sit down in the dining room, Nan-chan," she says, hurriedly, hustling alongside you to the table.

You get eggs and soup from Akiko, and your mother adds some eggs to her little bowl of candy.

"How is school? Is Yuriko-san treating you well? I assume classes are as trivially easy as always for my special boy," she says, with a teasing smile.

"Classes are easy as always, yes," you tell her, and she smiles warmly at that, popping another one of those soft candies in her mouth. "I am tutoring one of my fellow students, though."

"Oh, that's excellent. Tutoring helps you learn even better than studying does. Is it Yuriko?"

"No, it's Chanette."

She hums. "I don't recognize the name." She shrugs. "As long as she's not coming over to our home, you can have whatever friends you like, Nan-chan," she says, with a gentle smile.

"Speaking of Yuriko, though, I was planning on another date with her, maybe this weekend. Any recommendations for a classy place to go dancing?"

She smiles a bit broader at that. "I'm glad you're leveraging your natural interests," she says, with a quick hum. "There's the Nadeshiko Club, I think would be best. It's very exclusive, but a Kusakabe and a Sakamoto should have no trouble getting in. I can call ahead and make it happen, if you tell me the date."

"Haven't set that quite in stone yet."

She nods. "Well, when you do."

"School in general is going well, but I'm going to start working extra with Amaya-sensei, to help really push myself."

She smiles at that. "You are just the hardest worker. When you were little, maybe you don't remember, but you basically sat down and demanded to learn how to read, when you were just... I think it was two years old? Maybe even younger," she adds, with a little giggle. She reaches over and pats your cheek. "You are just such a smart boy," she says. "You make me very proud."

"Thank you. And how is Setsuko working out? Was my judgment good on that call?"

She purses her lips, then nods. "No sign that she's stolen anything, very hard worker, though she might just be trying to make a good impression. Nothing bad to say, and a decent amount of good - the best anyone can ask for," she explains, with a smile.

"She really does want to stay. I'm glad you agreed to give her a chance and let her prove how much she cares for her daughter."

Kimiko shrugs. "It's good you have the discerning judgment to select a good future employee."

"I'm planning to take Minori and Momo to a KHA performance this weekend. Any advice for helping them get along better?"

Kimiko wears a slightly sour expression, then just offers a bland smile. "I'm afraid I don't know Momo particularly well. She is her mother's daughter, after all. When trying to manage disparate personalities, though, hm," she says, thoughtfully. "In my experience, separation is best. If you were to insist, though, I'd suggest putting them on a group project of some kind? It's rather sink or swim, though. If it fails, well, what more's to be done?"

"Thank you for the advice." You wrap up your food at that point, and lean forward to kiss your mother's cheek again. She blushes at that, eyeing her food. "Love you, mother," you tell her, as you take your dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"Love you too, Nan-chan," she calls out after you, getting up herself. She dumps the dish the eggs were on in the sink without a second glance before heading back to her office with the (now mostly depleted) confection bowl.

You collect Noriko and get in the car with her. A quick check of your phone shows you the last few texts from Terumi.

As you wish, Master! ♡

Your lunch is all prepared for you, Master! ♡♡♡

I can't wait to watch you eat it, be sure to tell me what you liked and didn't! ♡

"Terumi texts quite a bit, does she not?" Noriko asks, staring at you with those owl eyes of hers.

"Yeah," you agree, putting your phone back in your pocket.

"Do you wish that I texted more frequently?"

"You're perfect as you are, Noriko," you say, gently cupping her cheek. She smiles very slightly. "Besides, I don't think I could handle two texters as exhuberant as Terumi."

"Very well, Nanashi."

Your leg bounces a bit as the ride goes on, and Noriko puts her hand on your knee, eyes focused on your leg, as she tries to quiet the movement. You just gently wrap your arm around her shoulder.

At school, much of the class is already there, including both Kiyomi and Kyoko. Yuriko is not present just yet, nor is Amaya-sensei.

You decide to go speak to Kiyomi. You keep your hands visible, and again, squat down so you're at eye level with her. She nervously smiles as she sees you're back. "G-good morning, Nanashi-san!" She says, her voice varying in pitch oddly. "H-how are you?"

"I'm good, thank you. And how are you doing, Kiyomi-san?" You keep your hands on your knees, not wanting to spook the obviously easily-spooked girl.

"I'm, I'm well, as ever."

"I read one of your fics on fictoria. It was called, um, The Goddess After The Worm?"

"O-oh!" She smiles nervously. "Did you like it? Or... I guess my stories are not very enjoyable, but did it work?" She swallows audibly. "Wh-what did you think?"

"It wasn't what I would typically look for in a story, but it was very well written. The emotions were very effectively conveyed."

She smiles nervously. "Th-thank you," she says, blushing, looking down at her desk. Then after a heartbeat her eyes flick back up to you, as though terrified you'd have moved in the moment she wasn't looking. "It's- well- writing is a way to express m-myself, you know?" She fidgets uncertainly, unwilling to take her eyes off you, and instead stares at your collarbone.

"It's a good way to get things out that you otherwise can't," you say, evenly, keeping up a soft smile.

"Y-yeah," she says, with a nod.

You hesitate before continuing. "It felt very visceral," you say. "You really captured the feelings of Izareta." She smiles lightly at that. "Did you have any particular inspiration for that?" You try.

"A-ah, um... w-well." She hesitates. "I mean... i-it's normal, for, for people not to care, isn't it? I-it's not their problem, so why would they?" You nod along, trying to coax more out of her, keeping your mouth shut when she goes silent. Her fingers twist her pencil about a bit awkwardly, as she stares at you in the silence, then finally breaks it. "I-it's not because they hate you, just, people have better things to do? I-if we all cared ab-bout everybody, then, the world would grind to a halt."

It sounds very much like the justifications of a girl to excuse how poorly she's been treated, not like a sincere life philosophy. "That's a very interesting perspective. What lead you to it?"

"W-well," she swallows, "I mean, i-if you look around, y-you know... people don't... I mean, people don't care. Noriko," she says, hurriedly, "she came into class with a black eye, and n-nobody said anything."

"Sometimes it takes just one person," you tell her, your voice soft. "Sumiko and I helped her out."

Kiyomi blinks, as if in confusion. "Y-you did?"

"Yes," you tell her.

"O-oh. Wh-what did you do?"

"It is alright to tell her, Nanashi," Noriko says, evenly, making Kiyomi jump a bit in her seat, as if she had forgotten she was in a classroom.

"I helped her and her mother move out of their house. Her father was... well, responsible for her bruises, and she's not getting bruised any more."

"O-oh." Kiyomi's shoulders droop a bit. "W-well, good for you," she says, with a nervous smile. "A-and Noriko. But most people aren't like that..."

"Lots of people want to do good. To be good. I just happened to be lucky enough to do something about it."

Kiyomi smiles nervously. "I-I think you might be p-projecting a little."

You shrug, keeping up a calm smile, not wanting to spook the girl. "Maybe. Maybe I'm just seeing the goodness in other people because of how I look at them, and missing the badness. But..." you trail off, "it's not as though people are all good, or all bad. Most of them, anyway."

"Y-yeah... I guess..." she mumbles it out. You feel like you've pushed her far enough for one day, so you start to stand. "W-wait." You pause. "U-um." She plays with her pencil uncertainly. "I-is there, um, a way that I can, um. That we can talk? A-after school. But not alone!" She says, hurriedly. "W-with other people there. I, I've probably said more words t-to you, than to any boy in the past year..."

"Sure. Is it okay if Noriko joins us, or would you prefer someone else?"

"A-ah," she swallows. "I meant, more, um, a public place. M-maybe... maybe Noriko, and Kyoko? A-and Sumiko..." she trails off as she realizes how long a list that is. "U-um. Sumiko, I-I think, I don't think, well." She swallows. "I guess you b-beat her, didn't you?" You nod. "A-ah. Um. Sumiko, and Kyoko, then, a-and somewhere public, like, the f-food court at the mall?"

"I think that I can manage that. Let's exchange numbers so that I can call you and set up a time? I have to talk to Sumiko and Kyoko to set it up, after all."

"A-ah, y-yeah, that makes sense," she says, nodding to herself. "M-my number is," she slides her phone out of her pocket without moving her head, then puts it in front of her, and reads off, positioning it such that you never leave her vision cone, "647-76564-475. What's yours?"

You give her your number, and shortly thereafter Amaya-sensei enters the room. Kiyomi seems to collapse into her seat when you finally step away from her, giving her peace with a quick "see you later."

Lunch period arrives quickly, and Terumi giddily offers you a bento box, her eyes warm and affectionate, watching your expression eagerly as you open it. There's a large chunk of rice, topped with a red sauce arranged in the shape of a heart, which looks almost perfectly symmetrical. Another part of the container has a chicken leg, and then there's a clutch of fruits, what looks like cantaloupe and honeydew, except punched with a cookie-cutter into heart shapes. Finally, for a small desert is a single chocolate, which looks to be homemade, in the shape of a heart with an arrow through it.

Terumi watches you excitedly for your reaction.

You take a bite of the cantaloupe, and smile. "It's cute and delicious," you say, "just like you."

She practically glows, opening her own lunch, which seems to be more or less identical save the absence of heart shapes for every foodstuff. She starts to mix up the rice with her plastic fork, watching you all the while, as you start to eat. You poke one of the cantaloupes through, and offer it to her to eat, and she gladly takes it in her mouth, humming, before repeating the process with one of her honeydew and offering it up to you. She's smiling warmly the whole time, as the two of you eat, and share, one another's meals.

Of course, that ends eventually as you finish off your respective meals, and the lunch period is long enough to give you a good half hour and change after eating to do other things.

You decide to speak to Kyoko, who's currently wearing a scowl as she chews what looks like fast food that's been shoveled into a bento box - hamburger, french fries, even a little bottle of soda. She looks up at you as you stare down at her, chewing her food slowly, as if to really take her time and rub it in. "What?" She asks, finally, after swallowing.

"Wanted to introduce myself. Nanashi."

She offers her hand out, and you take it, shaking it firmly. It's rather greasy, though, so you let go fairly quickly. "Kyoko. I kind of try to focus on class stuff."

"Yeah, I get that. Look, could you help me out? Kiyomi wanted to hang out with me, but she doesn't feel comfortable without a couple other people there. She suggested you and Sumiko."

By this point, she's taken another carnivorous bite out of her hamburger, carving it up as she chews on it, so it takes her a while to answer. "Sure. What time?"

"After school tomorrow work for you?"

"Yeah," she says. "Hey, gimme your vote for class president if I do this."

"What would your policies for class be?" You decide.

She straightens up a bit, cleaning her hands off of grease on a napkin. Kind of wish she'd done that before she shook yours. "Aight. Two words: study group. Everybody in class is required to participate in an after school, after clubs study group, where we discuss the material. Online stuff, we talk over Skope. Good two hours of hardcore studying every day, going over material, discussing difficult material, that sort of thing. I know you don't need that kind of time commitment, but it would bring up the overall grade level. Like a cheaper cram school."

"Well, first off, you don't need to be class president to do that."

"Yes I do," she says, firmly. "Almost nobody in the class would do it if they weren't forced to, especially not the people who need it the most. If you let people make the decision, most of them will make the wrong one."

"I mean, I'm not opposed to helping somebody if they need tutoring, but that's more time than I spend sorting out my family's finances."

"And? Is school not important now? Is academic success some little game where you can just screw up and say whatever! Maybe for you, it doesn't matter, but for the rest of the class, they need a firm guiding hand, and most of them are not in cram school, often because their parents can't afford it. This would help everybody's grades rise."

"It would make them miserable, and the ones who wouldn't come intentionally wouldn't learn anything if you forced them. Why not just think of a way to encourage them? More carrot, less stick?"

She rolls her eyes to the point it looks almost physically painful. "Yeah, what, I could suck them off?" She says it sarcastically, but with a certain venomous bite to it. "People don't want to go to school anyway, they do it because they have to. Even if they're only half invested, that's an hour more time than they would have spent on studying otherwise."

"I definitely don't agree with your proposal, or your philosophy on schooling."

"Well maybe I won't help you out with Kiyomi, then," she says, crossing her arms and giving you a sour look.

You give her a level one back. "Do you want to punish Kiyomi for my actions?"

"...ugh, fine," she growls. "Whatever. Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yeah."

At that point, lunch period ends, and you sit back down in your seat. You wait patiently through class, studying and doing a bit of homework, before the school day ends. You're planning on taking Sumiko to watch Fumiko fence, and hopefully get the chance to meet her older sister.

Rather than talking to her - the girl's already quite skittish enough - you send Kiyomi a text.

Kyoko agreed to tomorrow after school, does that work for you?

Yes. Thank you.

She doesn't meet your eyes as she receives and replies to your text, and you talk to Sumiko, who soon rises, muscular, lovely body on full display. As the two of you depart, together, you start to talk a bit about fencing, casually discussing techniques and topics. "You are truly wise, Nanashi-sama," she says (or some close variation), whenever you offer some tidbit of insight.

"I set up a 'date' with Kiyomi, she wanted you and Kyoko there, I think for her safety. Is that cool?"

"I am ready to serve, Nanashi-sama," she says, with a grim seriousness to her voice. "When is this 'date'?"

"Tomorrow, after school, at the food court."

She nods. "Very well. I will make certain I can be available, to set her at ease."

The two of you enter the car, and the conversation turns back to fencing, with Sumiko reclining with confidence and poise as she leans back in her seat. She hangs on your words, paying close attention to each little globule of insight you offer up, analyzing it, before responding with something of her own in return. She seems particularly bright, if not necessarily in a broad manner.

When the two of you arrive at Fumiko's university, Sumiko smiles. "Ah! This is where my elder sister receives her education."

"Yeah, it turns out she's Fumiko's friend. She said she'd see if Chou'd show up so I could meet her."

"That would be pleasant," Sumiko says, firmly.

The two of you take a little bit to find the gymnasium where they do fencing practice, and you find a seat in the bleachers - Sumiko wants one near the front and to the side - as Fumiko duels some boy, dodging and weaving and parrying with an excessive level of skill. The poor kid is getting absolutely dominated.

"Yoooo," comes a female voice from your side, and you look over towards it.

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A college-aged woman, with brown hair and a nice pair of tits, rolls forward in a wheelchair. "Sumi-chan, what's up?" She's wearing a radiant smile, and offers her fist up, which Sumiko dutifully pounds, then they do some kind of finger-wriggling exercise, followed by another fist pound and a mimed explosion.

"This is Nanashi-sama."

"Ah, he is a handsome devil, isn't he?" She rolls a bit closer, offering her hand. "Sumi-chan can't shut up about you since you beat her. I think she's got a teensy bit of a crush," she adds, with a conspiratorial wink.

You take Chou's hand, shaking it firmly. "Is she writing sappy poetry? Should I start writing some for her, as well?"

"Ah, maybe, maybe. She does love her calligraphy," she notes, pondering. "I'll have to go through her stuff, think you could keep her distracted this evening so I can?"

"Please, elder sister," Sumiko says, a faint blush to her cheeks. "This sort of teasing is unnecessary."

"Bah," Chou says, swiping one hand dismissively at Sumiko. "Who cares about unnecessary? I just think it's fun."

"There is another match," Sumiko says, shifting in her seat slightly, and Chou decides to roll up and take a seat to your side, so you're flanked by either sister.

As Fumiko begins her fighting, Chou leans back a bit to whisper towards you, conspiratorially. "Hey, so, li'l sis is pretty hot, right? But don't break her heart or she'll turn you into a pretzel." She laughs a bit at that, leaning forward. "Used to be I'd be the one who would turn people into the pretzels, but, you know."

"You used to be a cannibal?"

She breaks out laughing at that, giving your stomach a little slap. She packs a surprising wallop - you suppose she gets a lot of exercise with her arms. "Nah, fucking dork," she says, in a playful tone of voice.

"Wrestler, then?"

"Eh, this and that and the other thing, you know. Never settled on one thing, was kinda into all of it. Now I'm more of an artsy girl, and looking at chem as my major."

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Sumiko is focused on Fumiko's fighting style, as if hoping to glean your superiority from your sister's moves. She watches with a tight focus, while Chou just leans back and chit-chats with you a bit. "So, hey, what do you do for fun, other than getting big muscle girls all sweet on you?"

"Dancing," you say, then wince a little.

"Ey, a high class kinda interest. I was thinking of getting into dancing, but it's way too much of a pain in the ass."

"...because you're in a wheelchair?" Can you even dance in a wheelchair?

"Eh, kinda? You gotta convert the moves, but it's not like a wheelchair's super limited on mobility. See, check it," she says, and quickly spins in place to face you. "Do that, bam, you've done a spin in place. Pull it back," she says, leaning back in the wheelchair so the front wheels hang off the floor.

"Please do not do that, elder sister," Sumiko says, turning her gaze towards Chou, who rolls her eyes and lets the front wheels hit the floor again.

"I know how this thing works, it's fun, chill out, Sumi-chan." She turns her gaze back to you. "So, I mean, I thought about it, but it was really more the height different that did me in. Wheelchair took a solid foot and a half off my height, on account of the seat's only nineteen inches off the ground. Hard to dance with a guy when you're at eye level with his belly, you know?" She spins her wheelchair around. "Anyway, what else you got? Tell me you got more than just dancing."

"I do enjoy fencing, too."

"A shared interest with Sumi-chan, good, good," Chou says, as if evaluating your score before letting you date Sumiko. "And?"

"I've been dabbling in a lot of other stuff. I'm a heavy studier. Have been since a young age."

"Goin' places then, yeah?" She leans back in her chair so she can meet your gaze by tilting her head up, and Sumiko reaches over to push her back down, provoking a playful pout.

"Yeah. My family's quite well off, but that's no reason to rest on my laurels."

"I'll bet. You gotta have like sixteen girls lusting after you, a resume like 'dancer, rich boy, fencer, charming and cute,' so why Sumiko?"

"I'm not quite up to sixteen yet. I'd peg it more like..." you mentally count, "eleven? Sumiko included."

"Ah, gotcha. Still working your way up there," she says, with a cocky smirk. "Anyways, Sumiko, though?"

"Well, first it was dodgeball, us versus one another, then she got a little... interested, I think, because I beat her. A couple more spars, this time with swords, and the rest is history?"

"Ey, Sumi-chan, you really going so hard for this guy just because he beat you in fencing? Say it ain't so!"

"Nanashi-sama has numerous talents, including a deep belief in righteous action, that helped bring me to the conclusion he was the perfect mate."

Chou laughs. "Sorry about her way of talking, same time I got the chair, she started talking like she was in an old samurai flick."

Sumiko wears a level expression, focusing on the game. "Hey, Sumiko," you say, and she turns to you, her focus dedicated to you. "After this match ends, want to go out for dinner?"

"Ey, making me an opportunity to root through her stuff, I knew you were a good guy."

"It would honor me to dine with you, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, ignoring Chou's color commentary.

You and Chou continue your idle chit-chat until the practice is over, at which point Fumiko heads to the showers before coming over in light tank top and short-shorts, leaning over the little waist-high fence that walls the actual arenas off from the stands. "Hey, Nan-chan, hey Chou, and this is Sumi-chan, I assume?" Sumiko nods. "I could see you two are getting along pretty good," she says, pointing to you and Chou. "Chou, you still planning to hit up that mixer and need to bring an extra?"

"Eh..." Chou says. "I dunno. It's, what, Keiji, Makoto and Ryota? I never liked the vibes I got off Ryota, and Keiji's a dumbass. Only one worth the chance is Makoto."

"Hey, miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, right?"

"True, true," Chou says. "Eh, fuck it. Let's roll, Fumiko," she says, rolling her wheelchair forward. She does a quick one-eighty and keeps backing up as Fumiko walks alongside her. "Oh, bye Nanashi-san! Nice meeting you!"

You wave goodbye to her too.

Sumiko's cheeks are a bit red. "I apologize if my elder sister was overly familiar, Nanashi-sama. She has a very gregarious personality."

"Don't worry about it. Fumiko's similar. I can see why they get along. And why you like her so much," you tease, standing up and stretching a bit. "Let's go get dinner. Any preferences?" You ask, as you call up Shiiro on your phone.

"Some place with meat. High protein content is good for maintaining muscle."

You nod. Shiiro picks up. "Hey, Shiiro, can you come pick us back up?"

"Yes, sir. You're at Chakono University, correct?"

"Yes. Sumiko and I are going out to Kobe BBQ."

"Very well, sir." He hangs up, presumably so he can safely drive, and you walk with Sumiko to the edge of the campus.

"Is Chou having trouble finding a boyfriend?"

Sumiko hesitates, then nods. "Yes, Nanashi-sama. Many men, or their families, find a disabled woman such as Chou to be..." she trails off, searching for the word, "unappealing. Not necessary physically unattractive, but there are myths regarding the health of one's child that negatively impact her ability to get into an intimate relationship. Typically the man is the one who stops the relationship, but sometimes it is his mother."

Shiiro pulls up in his car, and the two of you get inside.

"Why are there so many men in this world with such awful taste? Your sister is a real catch... so are you, of course," you say, giving her a peck on the cheek. She blushes.

"Perhaps it is the modern lifestyle. Men rarely have time to properly spend time with their wives, so they select them like one might pick out a horse, for breeding quality."

You grope Sumiko's muscle as the car starts to drive. "If they can't recognize they have a hottie on their hands, with a great personality to boot, they don't deserve her." She smiles at your groping, flexing a bit to give you more muscle to toy with.

"If I did not know better, Nanashi-sama, I would suggest you want to take her into your bed as well."

"She is a beautiful, charming woman," you say.

"More than in the absent sense a man wishes to mate with any attractive female," she corrects.

"You don't sound particularly opposed."

"My only concern is that you can find the time to properly care for Chou. You have myself, Noriko, and Terumi already claimed as yours. Were you merely speaking in jest when you mentioned eleven girls interested in you?"

"Not entirely. She did give me a number to shoot for."

Sumiko pauses, then nods to herself. "If you believe yourself to have the stamina and will to manage such a thing, I do not dispute it, Nanashi-sama."

The car comes to a stop. "We've arrived, Nanashi-san."

"If I fail to find the stamina, you'll just have to train me until I do." You slide open the car door and exit. "Sumiko?" You say, offering your hand as you stand. She takes it, following you out of the car door, rolling her shoulders and tilting her head from side to side with a little crack.

Once within the Kobe BBQ, the two of you settle down to eat, and you hand-feed her some of her meat, enjoying the ravenous, carnivorous way she tears at it. "You have a very endearing way of eating."

"Ah?" She asks, blushing. "How so?"

"You just... go for it. Like a tiger. It's very fitting."

She smiles. "Thank you, Nanashi-sama."

"Tell me about your past life, if you would," you tell her, with an even smile. "I can share a bit about mine, but I'm sure it's less interesting than yours."

"Ah. Ahem. Uh." She coughs a bit. "Well, why don't you begin?"

"I was born in Albany, New York, in a country something like modern Wesmere, except with more ethnic diversity. I was a fairly nerdy kid, went to school, studied, got a degree in Mathematics, went into Actuarial Science, and... well, that's about it. I wasn't the most sociable butterfly, pretty much every girlfriend I ever had cheated on me, and there you have it."

She looks sad at your story, distraught, sympathetic. She puts one hand on yours. "I will not cheat on you, Nanashi-sama. This I swear."

You snort. "I believe you." Women here are a fair bit different from back on Earth, to the point that the odds of Noriko, Setsuko, or Terumi ever cheating on you are about to precipitously decline to zero. Yuriko too, soon enough. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Ah. Right. Yes. I was born in Kalapeta, I was born into a warrior family and taught the way of the sword. I fought in numerous duels and battles, before finally being cut with a poisonous sword. Though I slew the man who inflicted the wound, I soon died myself."

"How old were you?"

"Uh... I think... twenty-six?" She pauses momentarily. "Years were not counted the same as here," she clarifies quickly. "So it is hard for me to say with exactness. And yourself?"

You nod. "I was forty-seven."

She laughs. "You have an old soul, then," she says, with a full smile.

"Any husbands?"

She shakes her head. "No man was ever worthy of me... until you." So, if her story is true, that makes her a 42 year old virgin. If it's not, then she's just a sixteen year old one.

You trade a few stories here and there, but she's cagey and light on details. "I would prefer to take the time to sort out all the details in my head. It does not feel quite like it might for you, with your clarity and genius. They are often... hard to put together properly."

You take her chin at that point, pulling her into a kiss, on the lips. She kisses like a girl who's never been kissed before; completely reactive at first, then her tongue pushing against yours where it enters her mouth, sliding along it, teasing it, tasting it. When you pull back, she's wearing a girlish blush. "You're very beautiful, Sumiko," you tell her, with a gentle smile. "Let me go get us some desert, I'll be right back."

"A-ah, yes, Nanashi-sama." She doesn't offer to get it for you, presumably being flustered by your kiss.

You get a couple of slices of chocolate pie, bringing them back to the table. Sumiko begins cutting hers.

"There's something I wanted to ask you about," you begin. She nods, waiting for the question. "How would you feel about Noriko being present for our first time together? She very much enjoys watching. If it's not something you're comfortable with, that's fine."

"Ah. Noriko. Yes." She swallows uncertainly. "If... that is what you desire, Nanashi-sama, then I am fine with it."

"I want to know what you desire."

"To be honest, Nanashi-sama... I would prefer that our first time together be just the two of us." Her cheeks have a rosy hue. "It is, perhaps, childish, and unbefitting a woman of my age... but there is something special about one's first time."

"Noriko will have to settle for asking embarrassing personal questions after the fact, then," you tell her, with a gentle smile on your lips.

Sumiko laughs. "She does seem like the type to do that."

"I do understand what you mean, about one's first time being special. It's just, this won't be mine."

She smiles. "That is fine. Noriko and Terumi are perfectly deserving of being your first, Nanashi-sama. I suspect I will not be your last."

You're finished with the meal, and leave behind a tip before the two of you get in the car.

When you arrive at Sumiko's home to drop her off, she seems surprised that you do not follow her as she gets ready to exit the car. "Nanashi-sama? Are you not... coming inside? Just for an hour...?" She looks somewhat pitiful, then, as if you were rejecting her.

"Oh, sorry, I figured... you live with family."

"My mother and father are not home at this hour, and Chou will not mind."

"Well then," you say, hopping out of the car eagerly. "Bring the car back in an hour, Shiiro," you tell him, and he gives you a little look, then shakes his head.

"Yeah, alright Nanashi-san," he says, before driving off.

You head in with Sumiko, who hurriedly guides you up to her room. Chou just calls out a "Yo, welcome home, Sumi-chan!" from the kitchen before Sumiko slams the door shut. You're not even sure she was aware there was a second set of footsteps.

Sumiko's room is spartan, in contrast to the noble austerity of Minori's. A single person bed, a collection of swords on one wall, a desk which is in poor shape, with scribbles and notes all over it, paper piled awkwardly and erratically. Her breathing is heavy, as she stands in her school uniform, just an inch taller than you, dyed blonde hair framing lovely features, muscles visible. She's blushing, seemingly unprepared for exactly what to do at this point.

You grasp her chin, delicately drawing her lips down to yours, kissing her. Your hands push up her skirt so you can grope her firm, full, muscular ass. Then you hook your finger into it and start to drag it down, leaving her wearing just her top and a pair of panties as she steps out of it, hurriedly kicking off her shoes, never letting go of your lips. Her tongue is getting a bit more excitable now, licking at yours in her mouth, running little circles around the tip of your tongue, and you start pulling off her blouse.

You have to break off your kiss for a hot few seconds to get her top off, but the sight of her firm breasts, just a handful, in their white sports bra, matching her white panties. You pull that up and off her too, leaving her breasts bare, her nipples erect, as you return to your earlier, passionate kiss. Her own hands grasp your buttocks, pulling you with her onto the bed, until you're on top of her, still clothed, her almost naked. With one hand, you grope one of her breasts, enjoying the tongue-job she's giving your tongue in her own mouth, while the other hand pushes down her panties slowly, until her wet sex is revealed, which you finger a bit and find her to practically be drooling beneath you.

You break off your kiss, leaning down, kissing her collarbone, the flesh of her breasts, sensuously, slowly. "Nanashi-sama, please," she pants, "please, take your loyal servant, I've been waiting for this moment for two whole days, I want to be claimed fully by you, Nanashi-sama..."

You gingerly tease her sex for a few seconds with your fingers, and she practically gushes. "Please, Nanashi-sama," she breathes.

"Your wish is my desire, my loyal knight," you tell her, leaning up, undoing the button to your pants, then sliding down your zipper, letting your cock pop out. Her eyes become entranced by it, as she bites her lower lip.

"Ah... forty-odd years, and I've never seen one before," she says, breathless, her fingers reaching down, gently jerking on it.

"Direct it in," you tell her, and she nods, tilting it downward, letting you slide so that your cockhead is just nestled in her wetness. A proper thrust at this point will tear her hymen, so you wait just a moment, admiring her blushing expression, her delicate smile.

You lean forward, suckling on one breast, your other hand groping her free one, teasing her nipple between two fingers. Her hips jerk a little as you tease her like that, but you want her to be really warmed up when you fully insert it. "Please, Nanashi-sama," she begs, desperately, confusing your preparation for teasing. Your other hand runs along her clitoris, teasing it, and she jerks and spasms in orgasm, pent up from all the teasing and buildup she's experienced. Then you slam into her, tearing her hymen, and she just sputters a little, eyes still rolled up as you fuck her vigorously.

You bite down on her nipple, and she moans, panting, her fingers coming up, digging into your jacket. "Nanashi-sama," she moans, as you start to thrust inside her newly deflowered hymen. "Nanashi-sama..." she sighs, giddily, as you pump within her. Your teeth suckle at her nipple, your tongue licking it a bit, making her purr happily. With the hand on her breast, you grope freely, enjoying the firm, muscular breast. "I love you..." she says, airily, then blushes bright red, her cunt constricting a bit on you in embarrassment.

"I love you too," you say, pulling your lips away from her breasts. At those words, she orgasms, and you lean forward, kissing her on the lip as her cunt tightens and grips you, forcing you to slow your pace. Each time it coils, you have to pause, before forcing yourself to move as it retreats. "Fuck, you're so tight," you hiss, as you try to fuck this beautiful amazon princess of a woman beneath you, who has sworn her indefinite loyalty to you, who has accepted you fucking her older sister, who is blushing bright red as she comes from being told that you love her.

When her orgasm ends, you start to pump hard again, now kissing her on the lips, your hands going down for her muscular thighs, groping them, pulling them up so that her ankles rest on your shoulders as her whole body bounces. She's now knotted up, her breasts pressed against her knees, her hands desperately grasping at her back, as you fuck her with reckless abandon, her squeals and moans of "Nanashi-sama!" reaching a fever pitch as she orgasms a dozen times on your cock, her juices drooling out, her tight cunt trying to control your pace, her entire body working to enhance your pleasure as she stares up at you with beautiful green eyes glimmering, a little bit of tears starting to escape them.

You gingerly run your thumb over the rivulets of tears. "Shh, shh," you say, kissing her head, as you slow your pace a bit inside her. "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

"I'm just so happy, Nanashi-sama," she says, and your cock throbs within her. "I never thought I would meet such a wonderful man to pledge my loyalty to." God, she's so fucking cute in addition to being a beautiful, strong, muscular exemplar of the female sex. You kiss her cheeks, then her lips, coaxing her tongue into your mouth so you can actually get to enjoy it within yours. She's tentative and uncertain in your mouth, exploring, little hums and hisses bouncing into your mouth.

You slow your pace inside her, becoming more gentle and sweet, kissing her softly and tenderly, your fingers running along her muscular abdomen, up to her pert breasts, playing with them. You thumb her nipples, gently grope her lovely breasts, and just enjoy the beautiful woman you have beneath you. Her kiss becomes more passionate, her tongue pressing against yours, playing it, tips running along one another, a little drool from your mouth slobbering out onto her cheek, but she doesn't care, just humming happily.

You do end your kiss, licking up the dollop of spit with your tongue, making her shiver and pant and come before you can start kissing her again, her mouth falling open as her cunt grips you tight. You take a slow, generous pace with her, fucking her gingerly and sweetly, kissing her on the neck, on the breasts, softly running your fingers along her body. Her legs fall back to your sides, as you screw her, her cunt wide open for you, but her muscles counteracting it, tightening and constricting you each time she comes, slowing your pace down forcefully.

"More, Nanashi-sama," she moans and pants beneath you, as you lovingly, tenderly fuck her. "Take me, Nanashi-sama! Claim me! Make me yours! I'm yours, I'm yours," she says, a little giddy, and you kiss her on the lips again, silencing her for the moment, upping your pace within her once more.

When you pull back from her lips, she sighs softly. Her hips pump against you a bit, her eyes slightly hazy as you fuck her hard. "You're mine, Sumiko," you tell her, before tenderly kissing her cheek. "I accept you."

She orgasms at that, her cunt squeezing your dick, a throaty moan escaping her throat. Her cunt squeezes you, her legs snapping up around your hips, and she tries to milk you dry. You finally submit, letting her, ejaculating inside her with a low groan. She moans a little more giddily at that, her cunt squeezing you tighter as a second orgasm follows the first, her legs pulling you into her with a desperate force as her cunt milks you. "Come in me, come in me," she pants, excitedly, her hands on your backside. "Come in me, Nanashi-sama."

When you finally finish ejaculating, she breathes heavily on the bed, naked beneath you, sweaty. Her blonde hair sticks to her features, which also have plenty of stains of wet, from drool and dried tears of joy. You smile down at her, and her legs unstick from around your waist, letting you pull out.

You lie down with her, cuddling alongside her. She's still recovering a bit, but when she does, her powerful arms wrap you in a hug. "Thank you, Nanashi-sama," she says, breathlessly, resting her chin on your shoulder as she wraps her arms around you, and you around her.

"The rest of your life will be like this," you tell her, and she hums happily. "You by my side."

"I'm glad," she says, kissing your neck.

You enjoy her grasp around you, sighing contentedly. The silence is comfortable, companionable. But then you finally pull away, remorsefully, and she pouts, just a bit, cutely. You kiss her nose. "We'll see one another tomorrow, don't worry."

"I can't wait, Nanashi-sama," she says, happily.

You get up, leaving her behind for the moment, and check your phone. About five minutes until Shiiro shows up, so you should probably get out.

"Ey, look who it is," Chou says, pointing the finger guns at you as you come into the living room. "Mr. Handsome Devil himself. Enjoy yourself with Sumi-chan?"

You cough. "Well, yes. She enjoyed herself too, of course."

"Of couse," Chou says, with a nod. "Perfect gentleman. Made sure she came dozens of time."

"I did."

"Just treat her right, yeah? I know she's a little kooky, but she's got feelings, and all that crap. Ah, you know this," she says, with a dismissive wave of her hand, "and you should know those swords in her room have real edges." She gives you a wink. "Might just be kidding there, but hey, let's hope you never find out!"

You cough again. "I... need to be going, my ride will be here shortly."

"Bye then, Nanashi-san," she says, as you depart. "Have fun!"

You get in the car. Shiiro offers no commentary as you drive home. You get inside and take a deep breath, checking your clothes to make sure they're in place.

You find Fumiko lounging, bored, on the couch, her hair in braids, wearing a light t-shirt and a black skirt with long black socks. A pair of go-go boots sit by the couch.

"Hey, Fumiko." She waves. The television is playing some old cartoon your sure she's seen a hundred times. "How'd the mixer go?"

"About nowhere." She blows out a sigh. "Makoto made some really nasty comments about Chou, she wound up leaving early. Ryota tried to grope me when I came back from the bathroom, but I stomped on his foot and kneed him in the nuts to teach him not to. Other than that, not a whole lot of interest. Boring losers, basically." She blows out another breath. "Why can't guys all be cool and smart like you, Nan-chan?"

"Because then I wouldn't get to spend as much time with you," you tell her, with a smile. She rolls her eyes. "Plus, they can't all have a cool big sister to come to for advice."

She rolls her eyes and looks up at you from her position on the couch, her light t-shirt giving the hint of breast as she twists. "So, what's up with you? You went on a date with Sumiko or something, right?"

"Yep. I had to distract her so Chou could snoop."

Fumiko snorts audibly. "I'll bet that's the only reason you took out a muscular babe to dinner."

"We went to the Kobe BBQ, had a nice time." You make a gesture for her to get on her belly. "Let me give you a massage, help you destress."

"Ugh, that sounds great," she says, flipping over.

You give her the details of your date, as your fingers press into her shoulderblades, feeling out her body. She's muscular, but not like Sumiko - lithe, to Sumiko's visible bulk. Her body is naturally slender, which makes the way muscle has built up curious. She's not broad-shouldered or anything like that, giving her a natively wiry form that she's built up with time.

"So, hey, brainstorm question. What would be your perfect date?"

"Mmm," she hums. "Probably... hm." She seems to consider the question critically. "Fencing, maybe, as a warm-up activity, or the main thing. Then take off the gear, chill out, have a nice soda or two. Some little dinky place that's got that Wesmeri charm, with the burgers and the root beer, probably. Give a chaste kiss before the end. Mmm. Maybe if I know I wanna boink the guy, he comes over to chill in the hot tub, I give him an eyeful, see where it goes from there. Keep massaging," she adds, and you push your fingers harder against knots of muscle as you restart your work.

You keep up the massage. "So I guess the guys who can't take losing to you flunk out on the first step, huh?"

She snorts. "Guys don't ask me to go fencing on a first date, Nan-chan. Either they're in fencing club, in which case we've already fenced a million times, or they're not, in which case they probably suck and it wouldn't be any fun."

"Ah, I see. And I assume you let the guy pick the dates out?"

"Hey, 's a good way of telling if we've got similar interests. Too many guys are thirsty and will say or do basically anything to get laid, so you can't just pick out the date sites, you know?"

"I get you."

She sighs, cracking her spine. "Thanks for the massage," she says, pushing you off from where you're straddling her, sitting up. "I gotta get to bed, busy day tomorrow, want to be up and at them early."

"Kick some ass, sis," you say, and she smirks as she gets up. You give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Ah, Nan-chan, such a sentimental sweetheart," she says, with a smile, as she heads up to her room, leaving you alone.

You decide to head to Noriko and Setsuko's room, finding Noriko in her mother's arms. You briefly consider heading out, but Noriko shifts in bed immediately, looking at you. A small smile appears on her lips. "Good evening, Nanashi," she says.

"Is your mom awake?"

Noriko glances down at her mother. "Yes. She is being quiet right now because she is trying to remain calm. I allowed her to use me as a 'hug pillow' to help her. Do you wish to have sex with the two of us together again?"

"Yes."

Setsuko turns on the bed to look at you, offering a small smile, her cheeks a rosy red. "Hi, Nanashi-sama. Sorry. I'm just... either fidgety or very still. I can't quite get the middle. It's... easier when you're here, though," she says, with a soft sigh.

You close the door, locking it, before stepping forward, kissing Setsuko on the lips, getting in bed with her, holding her tightly. Her tits smush into your chest, unconstrained by a bra, and she kisses you back, tentatively at first, then full-throatedly. Noriko watches from out of the corner of your eye, tilting her head as she stares down at you kissing her mother. Her fingers gently reach down for your cheek, running along it as you make out with her mother, her tongue sliding into your mouth.

You pull your lips away from Setsuko's, gently brushing her cheek, before reaching over for Noriko's face, pulling her down towards you. You kiss her as well, and her tongue predictably runs along the inside of your upper teeth, making you shiver a bit. You grasp Noriko's hands in yours, guiding them down to her mother's breasts, and Setsuko squeaks as her daughter starts to grope her. Your cock is rock hard in your pants.

The two of you kiss for a while, your own hands exploring Setsuko's sensual body, grasping her thighs. You pull up and off her shirt, toss aside her shorts, her panties, still kissing Noriko, who lovingly gropes her mother's breasts without a care in the world, even getting a bit rough with them. You finger Setsuko, who promptly explodes in orgasm, gushing on the bed, breathing heavily as she comes down, sandwiched between you and Noriko as you kiss over her shoulder.

You finally end your kiss, pulling away from Noriko. "Here, lie down, Setsuko," you tell her, gently directing her to lie on her belly. Her cheeks are a bit red, from both being the only naked person here, and from coming from being played with by her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend. Noriko releases her mother's breasts as she shifts in position, and you take off your pants and underwear before getting up behind Setsuko, taking your hard cock and teasing at her slit. Noriko sits to the side, kneeling, watching the scene with interest but unsure how to work herself into it. You press inside Setsuko's greedy sex, finding it dripping wet for you as you fill her up, groaning.

You start to fuck Setsuko, taking a hand and putting it on Noriko's chin, pulling her into a kiss. Her tongue immediately finds its old standby, as Setsuko's plump little butt starts to bounce beneath you, little moans and pants escaping from her lips. She squeaks as you fuck her hard and fast, hands groping her butt, while you try to angle your cock to best affect Setsuko's body. Noriko slowly reorients, positioning herself so she's straddling her mother, lips never leaving yours.

You groan at the sensation of Noriko's tongue and Setsuko's cunt, and Setsuko quickly orgasms beneath you as you work to find the perfect position to make her orgasm on every stroke. It takes a while - a very pleasant while, one hand groping her ass, the other slipping under Noriko's skirt and fingering her through her panties, making her shiver in return for her own shivering. Setsuko squeals in another orgasm, spurting out juices on your cock. "Nanashi-sama," she pants out, desperately, thighs shivering as you continue to fuck her. Your cock just slides invasively in and out, in and out, long strokes that make her shiver as you rub across her most sensitive points.

Then you seem to finally hit the right angle, and she orgasms on one down stroke, and the next. You break off from your kiss with Noriko, who briefly is confused before noticing her mother keeps squealing and writhing in pleasure. Her cheeks flush as she looks down at her mother, before shifting her position so she's on her hands and knees above her mom, her cute little butt in the air, her hands slipping under her mother's body to start playing with her body as she keeps orgasming again.

"You are orgasming a lot, from my boyfriend fucking you. Do you think you are falling in love with him now?" Setsuko just deliriously nods yes in between orgasms, drooling. "Do you enjoy falling in love with my boyfriend, whom employs you and who you refer to exclusively as 'Nanashi-sama'?" She gurgles, sputtering on her pillow. "Is it because of, or in spite of, your submissive position to him?" She splutters meaninglessly. "Nod if it is in spite of." Setsuko nods, her cheeks bright red.

With Noriko in this position, you're in an excellent position to enjoy that cherry cunt of hers. You flip up her skirt, making her briefly pause in her queries, looking back at you as you remove her panties, which she's soaked through pretty good. The scent of her strawberry pussy entices you, and you lean forward, running your tongue slowly up it, as you continue to pound her mother into a state of unthinking, endless, orgasm. Noriko orgasms almost immediately, on the first lap, and Setsuko is so clearly deliriously out of it, that you no longer find it particularly interesting to fuck her like this.

You pull out, licking at Noriko's cute little cunt a bit more, grasping her hips and pulling her butt into your face, sniffing and licking and sucking at her plentiful juices. She tastes absolutely delicious, and your cock stays rock hard as you eat out this cute, sweet, very flat affect girl, who is gazing over her shoulder at you, her cheeks a rosy hue, before orgasming again with an animal groan.

Then you lean back up, grasp Noriko's hips, and force her to lie down next to her mother, belly down. "Are you going to fuck me now, Nanashi?" She asks, quietly, looking up at you out of the corner of her eye. "Does the symmetry of fucking mother and daughter in a similar manner appeal to you?" She asks, as you place your hand on her shoulder blades, pushing her down, gripping your cock and sliding it in. She hums as you start to pump into her.

"Yes, Noriko. I like the symmetry," you tell her, with a little smile, and she smiles slightly up at you. Setsuko just lies on the bed, watching you and Noriko as she lies in an insane, delirious pleasure haze, as you fuck her daughter right in front of her. What catches your attention most is the bright, simple, eager smile she gives to Noriko and you, the way her eyes are lit up as she watches you fuck her daughter like that, who passively accepts your cock, finger digging into the bed.

Going from mother to daughter, you find Noriko feels particularly tight, her small body gripping your dick that extra bit as you fuck her. She's dripping wet, her juices splashing about as you fuck her, and the lewd contrast between her almost-clothed form, her little skirt flapping about, and her mother's total nudity is another gain of this position. Setsuko just lies there, a happy smile on her face, eyes half-lidded in a mix of ecstasy and gentle love, and Noriko's passive expression, almost blank save for the pink hue to her cheeks and the small smile, is an incredible contrast.

Noriko orgasms numerous times like that, as you fuck her, gripping her hips and just going to town on your tiny little girlfriend. Her juices splash, and she makes appreciative squeaks as you enjoy yourself, occasionally just closing your eyes and basking in the pleasure. Her cunt squeezes and milks your dick as you fuck her, until you finally can't hold it in any longer. You pull out, not wanting to stain Noriko's clothes with cum, and move over to her mother, pounding her for a last few strokes, making her orgasm once more, letting go once her cunt clenches around you. Her eyes roll up, her mouth falls open, her tongue pops out, and she looks for all the world like a happy slut orgasming on your cock as you splatter her womb with a load of your juices.

You pull out, slowly, admiring both women's bodies. Noriko is panting heavily, but not quite as pleasure drunk as her mother, who tilts her head a bit to look up with you. "I love you, Nanashi-sama," Setsuko says, quietly, her smile happy, uninhibited, no tentativeness to the statement at all.

"You're too cute." You kiss her. "You should sleep here tonight. Your mother would probably like to wake up with her daughter, rather than alone."

She nods. "Very well, Nanashi." She lies down on the bed next to her mother, looking up at you as she pulls the blanket over her. "Good night."

"Good night," you say, gathering up your pants and underwear. "I'm happy for you, and for her," you tell her. She smiles slightly at that, and you depart, headed for your own room.

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