Chapter 7: Deflowering Terumi

You wake up to your phone vibrating on your side table. Noriko's still asleep, nuzzled against you, and you reach over for the phone to see who the hell's texting you at... 7:33AM.

Good morning, Master! Your concubine just woke up.

I'm going to the shower, if you need anything from me while I'm in there, it may take a little longer than otherwise. Sorry if so!

I just played with myself in the shower thinking about you, Master. I ♡ you!

Oh, I didn't say then, but thank you very much for last night!

I only didn't say thank you because I was so aroused from it, not because I don't appreciate your attention, Master!

A picture of my breakfast, Master! I could make things like this for you, if you want them!

The photo is of a very delicious looking buttered toast, rice topped with raw egg and soy sauce, and a light green soup with some visible solids floating inside that you can't immediately distinguish. You think one of them might be tofu.

Noriko mumbles on your chest sleepily, one leg kicking, a little drool spilling out of her mouth onto your skin. You gently run your fingers through her hair, admiring her nude, sleepy form.

You carefully extricate yourself from Noriko, admiring her cute sleeping face on the bed, mouth half-open, drool slowly leaking out. You gingerly run your fingers through her hair before getting out of bed. You leave her a quick note:

Got up early, didn't want to wake you. Bathroom door's unlocked, normal door isn't. Love you. - Nanashi

You pop a BC pill into your mouth, deciding that it's smarter and easier to do it in the mornings than at night, and hop in the shower, washing away the smell of sex, and put on a fresh change of clothes. Noriko sleeps through it all, just snuggling in the blanket. You finally send Terumi a response text:

You're going to lose your virginity today.

It takes about three seconds for her to respond.

Thank you, Master!

How should I get ready?

Do you want me to wear anything in specific?

You just set your phone to mute and head downstairs, looking for Fumiko. She's in the gym, running on one of the treadmills, wearing her short tank top and short shorts combination, hair not braided up yet, hanging loose. "Hey, little bro," she says, as her legs jog quickly on the treadmill. "What's up?" She takes a swig of water from her bottle.

"Not too much," you say. "I just feel like I should talk to you without asking for help."

She smirks. "Aww, that's sweet."

"What's up with you?"

"Ah, not a ton, really. First week of the new college semester's a wrap, now, so I get to take the fucking day off." She takes a rag and wipes her forehead. "Decided to get in some exercise, good leg muscles help with fencing, you know?"

"Sure," you agree. "Any friends? Boyfriends? Drama?"

"Made a new friend, I guess. Her name's Chou. She's pretty fun, we don't have a ton in common, though. Might wind up hanging out with her later today, if her visit with her family goes well."

"How you going to hang out with her, then?"

"Ah, probably just shoot the shit, wander around town, get some grub. Maybe check out cute boys, I guess. I could be her wing woman."

"Wing woman? Not the other way around?"

"Nah, fencing and all that's too time consuming to really waste time getting to know a guy. Maybe after college or something."

"Not interested in some guy mom picked out for you?"

She rolls her eyes. "Man, am I ever not."

You laugh sympathetically. "I know the feeling." You pull out your phone. "Sorry, just remembered I need to text somebody."

"Go ahead, don't mind," Fumiko says. Terumi seems to have restrained herself from responding in the time between now and her last text. You text her back.

Wear something classy, but go commando underneath.

The reply is predictably almost immediate.

Yes, Master! ♡♡♡

You put your phone back in your pocket, as Fumiko takes another long chug from her water bottle.

"Mind practicing some grappling with me? Spend some time, enjoy some skinship with your little brother?"

She snorts, putting down the water bottle and turning off the treadmill. "Sure." She wipes her face with her rag. "Get out the mats while I catch my breath." She sits down on the bench, drinking her water bottle, as you lay out a good 10'x10' square's worth of mats.

The two of you square off. One of the consequences of this world's relative gender equality is that sports are mixed, so you've grappled quite a few girls in kakutogi classes. For the most part, they weren't too well-developed when you were wrestling as your club activity, but now... well, Fumiko's not the bustiest girl, but she's plenty well-developed.

The two of you go for it, grabbing one another's hands. Your leg tries to hook out, but Fumiko elegantly dances around it, almost forcing you to the ground before you recover. You twist one arm, aiming to flip her body, but she hooks one leg around yours and forces you to let up that way - for a moment, before you free it, at which point you force her onto her backside, pinning her in place.

She squirms under you, her long, athletic legs pressing at your chest, trying to push you off, but you're well positioned and keep firm. You swap up your hold on her hands, putting your elbows on her upper arms and pinning her with your weight as she squirms under you. Her cheeks get red as you lean over her, her knees pressed against your upper chest. Then you peck her forehead, giving her a chaste kiss.

"Good match," you tell her, pulling back up. She's blushing, cheeks red, as she rises to her feet as well, dusting herself off a bit.

"Y-yeah... good match," she stammers.

You offer her your hand. "Good match. We should do this more often," you say, as you shake hands with her. "Another round?"

She wipes at her face. "Okay. Sure. Yeah. You got lucky. Let's go again."

Her next round goes little better than her first, winding up with you grappling her from behind, upper arms pinned in place by a hug, her long-limbed body hefted up off the ground. If her modest, perky little tits happen to rub against your forearms as a consequence of the position, well, that's hardly your fault. "Give, give," she finally says, after a good half-minute of struggling like that. You put her down, and she rolls her shoulders. "Another go?"

The next round goes even worse for her, with you grasping her by the thigh and upper arm and twisting both up, your body positioned behind her in a vaguely sexual position. Her leg's forced up to her armpit, her arm bent and held in place, your own groin just inches from her cute butt as she squirms beneath you. Finally she taps out, and you let her go.

"Fuck, you've gotten big," she says, rolling her shoulders. "Used to be, I could beat you easy."

"Don't worry, you've developed admirably in other ways," you tell her, smiling as you run your eyes along her body.

She laughs. "You perv," she says, with a slap to the chest. "I'm your sister."

"Yeah, I get you. Though, next time, we'll have to throw in a wager so you take these practices seriously."

"Hey, I was taking it seriously!" She puts her hands on her hips. "I'm gonna hit the bath, think all that wrestling has me all tuckered out."

"Mind if I join you?" She quirks an eyebrow. "Help wash each other's backs, chat a bit more."

"Well, sure, I guess," she says. She strips once the two of you arrive in the bathroom, her clothes sticking slightly as she does so. She has a slender body type, without a lot in the way of shoulders or hip size, but she's quite athletic, that kind of lithe build to her. She slides into the bathtub as it starts to fill, still at about waist level. She moves chastely, wanting to avoid you getting a straight shot of her bust, and you wait to join her until the water level's up to her breasts as a consequence.

Once you slide in, she relaxes a bit, though her cheeks are a bit pink from catching the sight of your cock. "Hey, I've relied on you a ton, so feel free to do the same with me, yeah? I care about you."

"Much appreciated, little bro," Fumiko says. She cranes her head in a circle, working out kinks in her shoulders. "But let's lower the level of the conversation from 'drunken confession' down to somewhere around 'calm chit-chat.'"

"Alright. Enjoy fencing?"

"Nah, I hate it, do it for spite." She rolls her eyes. "Obviously I like it."

"You just seem really, almost monomaniacally, focused on it."

She rubs her face. "Wash my back," she says, flipping around. You get up behind her, rubbing soap on her back, and she sighs a bit, calming down. "I love it. More than all the stupid family business bullshit, way more. Not even a question, you gave me a choice? I'd pick fencing, every time."

"Why?"

"I love it? Why else? Nothing'll keep me from what I want. My bad eyes," she says, waving her fingers around her face, "didn't stop me." Your own hands run along her back. "Not gonna let Dad or Mom or anybody else."

"So you're planning on going pro?"

"Yeah, hopefully," she says, with a nod. "The fencing instructor says I'm good enough." You kiss her upper back, and her cheeks turn bright red. "Ah, what're you doing?"

"Comforting my big sister," you say, pretending to be confused. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to make enough money that you won't have to worry about choosing."

"Tell that to Dad. He still won't just say you're the heir and clear me up for doing whatever I feel like."

"You'd still probably be expected to marry some upper class boy."

She groans. "Don't remind me. I'll just find a guy who likes fencing, or maybe a little wiener I can bully."

"Bully them? I hope you won't be too cruel."

"Ah, please, lots of guys love that," she says. "My back's pretty washed, I think. Mind turning around?"

"Oh, sure," you say. Her fingers are soon on your own back, calloused a bit, firm as they run along you, rubbing soap in. "I like fencing too."

"Great?" She doesn't seem to get the connection.

"I just mean... don't worry, I'll always support you."

"Thanks, I guess. If you can figure out a way to make Dad say you're the heir, and I'll owe you for life."

You laugh. "I'll take you as my lover, then our father won't have any choice." You wink.

"Yeah..." she says, her hand sliding around from your back to your front. Her fingers slip below the water line, drawing ever closer to your cock. "I'd be your lover... nobody could stop me from fencing... yes..." Her voice is smooth, her breath hot on your ear. Then she pops her hand back out of the water. "Yeah right. Definitely not happening, no matter how handsome you might be."

You try not to make it too obvious how much that affected you, but you're pretty sure your cheeks are red. "I'll just have to invent a cure for cancer or something, then. No big deal."

"I look forward to your completion of the cancer cure, then," she says. She gives you a quick peck on the back.

"Seriously though. You can count on me. I'll find some way so you don't have to be the heir, if you don't want to. I care about you, you're my precious sister." You pause, and she finally pulls back, apparently considering your back done. She lies in the tub, tits below the waterline, hard to see. "Speaking of sisters, I was thinking of taking Minori and Momo out so they can bond. You could come, hang out with us."

"Unless you mean gluing them together, I doubt that'll be a fun time."

"Not a fan of the two?"

"They're fourteen years old and act even younger. I'm a young woman, I can't put up with that stuff any longer."

"So you're too grown up to act childish?"

"Much, much too grown up," she says.

"You say that as you rebel against your parents, though."

She rolls her eyes and makes a jerking off motion. "I just want to do certain things and not other things, it's got nothing to do with Mom or Dad and everything to do with me. I don't want to get lectured on how it's childish to have your own dreams by a damn sixteen year old." She flips around so her back's presented to you, and gets out of the bath. "Anyway, think I'm done," she says, walking stiffly, so her back's always to you, and toweling off, gathering a clean set of clothes. "See ya."

"See you."

She departs, leaving you alone for the moment. You close your eyes and briefly focus on the sensation of her teasing you earlier, making your cock throb, before thinking better of it and getting out, drying off and putting on a new set of clothes.

You are pretty amped up, so you make sure to comb your hair. You quickly check on your bedroom - Noriko's already up, apparently, with your note having been left in its old place, the sheets removed so there's no sign that you fucked her. Then you head out to the car, with Shiiro driving you. You take a quick stop at a clothing store, hurriedly picking out a nice black choker for her. You text her as you get back in the car.

Almost there, Terumi.

Ah, I'm waiting for you, Master!

I got you a gift, I think you'll like it.

So thoughtful, Master, thank you! ♡

Is your mother there?

Yes, Master. I can try to get her leave, if you want privacy?

I don't mind if she's around, do you?

Terumi's texts come quick and fast in reply.

I don't mind, no.

Though I worry she might not take too kindly to me sleeping with a boy I've only just started talking to...

Well.

She might think we're in a long term relationship.

Since I talk about you so much, Master.

Sorry. OTL

You text her back.

That's fine. That will just make it easier to claim you in your own home.

Ah, Master, you know just what to say!

A photo accompanies that last one, a picture of Terumi wearing a giddy smile. It's just a headshot, so you can't see her choice of clothing for your little date.

Soon, you pull up in front of Terumi's home, a small apartment in one of the older wood buildings that are scattered around this city. You stride up towards the front door and knock.

An older woman answers the door, wearing what in your world might have been called a 'virgin killer sweater,' but here is just a convenient choice of clothes to air out as much skin as possible. Her long, dark blue hair is done back in a ponytail. You recognize her: she was your teacher from (the equivalent of) 4th-6th grade. "Ah, you must be Nanashi-san," she says, offering her hand. "Mi-chan mentioned you'd be coming by. My, you've grown up quite a bit! Look at the muscles on you," she says, with a squeeze of your upper arm. "Come in, please," she says, gesturing inside.

Terumi is nervously standing in the small kitchen, fidgeting a bit. She's wearing a lovely, elegant dress that reaches down to her ankles, and shows off plenty of cleavage. Her cheeks are red.

"Thank you," you say, with an even smile, as you step inside. Kayo closes the door behind you. "I can certainly see where Terumi gets her beauty from."

Kayo blushes, smiling. "Aren't you a sweet talker? I can see why Mi-chan talks about you so much, she really snagged a good one with you." Terumi blushes brighter, fidgeting uncertainly.

"Mind if I take a seat?" You ask, sliding a seat out.

"Oh, no, I was actually in the middle of getting lunch ready. It's just a quick little thing, Mi-chan's the much better cook," she explains, "and she spent a solid hour in her room picking out that dress. It's so cute how flustered she is," she teases, grabbing and pinching one of Terumi's cheek, making your concubine squeak.

Terumi's choice of clothing is quite appealing, all the more so because you know she isn't wearing anything under it. It's a soft, pale red color (not quite pink, more desaturated red), with lots of frills along the edges, a sort of flowery design to it. You sit down, and Terumi joins you, still red, her mother in the kitchen. "You were an amazing teacher, by the way, Kayo-sensei."

She laughs. "Ah, don't just butter me up, I know you were too advanced for my class. Couldn't teach you much, I'm sure." There's the sound of the blender, and Kayo's voice turns up in volume. "So how long have you two been together? I know Mi-chan's had her eye on you for years, but she never did say when you two started dating." Terumi's scarlet at this point.

"Oh, we've been circling around one another for a while," you say, putting your hand on Terumi's shoulder, drawing her into you. She blushes and fidgets. "I found out we share an interest in literature." You place your bag with her gift on the floor, and put your other hand on Terumi's thighs. "She is just the cutest, isn't she?"

Kayo laughs from the kitchen. "I'm glad you think so. Mi-chan's a bit cool with most boys, but she could never stop gushing about you. She hung on my every word. Probably told her a bit too much about you, sorry."

You squeeze Terumi's thigh, and she blushes. "It's quite alright, I think you helped bring the two of us together, in the end." You put the bag on the table. "Incidentally, Terumi, I got you a present."

"Th-thank you, Nanashi-san," she says, taking the bag and opening it. The choker lies at the bottom, and she pulls it out, growing bright red, as her mother returns from the kitchen.

"Milkshakes," she says, holding up three glasses and putting them down on the table. "Oh, that's a very cute choker, Mi-chan. Is that a gift? So indulgent." She smiles and returns back to the kitchen. "We're having some salad, Nanashi-san," she calls back from the kitchen. "Hope you enjoy." She puts a big bowl down in the middle of the table, with lettuce, and some zucchini mixed in there, and a little bowl of homemade dressing at the side. "Oh, better get some plates," she adds, darting back into the kitchen.

Terumi puts the choker on, and speaks in a very small, shaky whisper. "Th-thank you, Master."

Kayo hops back and puts down three plates in front of the three of you, sitting down. "And now we can eat! You two are so cute together," she adds, pointing her fork at the two of you, before grabbing a nice helping of salad and dripping some of the dressing over it. "She just can't stop blushing! That's how you know a girl likes you," she teases.

"And how do girls know that boys like them?" You ask, keeping one hand on Terumi's shoulder, the one on her thigh coming up to grab food. Terumi hurriedly serves it for you when it becomes clear one hand isn't quite enough to do it.

"A thoughtful gift's a great thing," Kayo says. "It's not about the money, it's about the taking the time when she's not around to think about her, you understand?" You nod.

"So I should get you a gift?"

She blushes. "Ah, it's nice to be flirted with by a handsome young man," she says, pressing her hand to her cheek. "Even if you're obviously trying to butter me up so I like you."

"Oh, no, I really do think that. Given your blush, I suspect you like me too, hm?"

"You are just a charmer, aren't you?" She teases. "You've got the confidence to just keep flirting through everything."

"It certainly doesn't hurt," you say. "How have you been? It's been years since we last saw one another." You poke your fork through your salad.

"Oh, great, things have been fun. I mean, besides Abe dying, of course, but let's not talk about that too much. I've been working hard, at my dream job, even if money can get to be a little tight." She chatters on about her life, and you keep her talking, wanting to hear more about it. Her work as a teacher is incredibly satisfying, basically her dream, and so even though she's a little thin on money, she's fine with where she is. She hasn't started dating, since she's been so busy as a teacher and a mother, though she does say, "Now that I think about it, maybe I should get back on the market. Ah, but what guy's going to go for a single mother like me?"

"I'm sure there would be guys lining up across the street for such a beauty as you. You haven't aged a day."

She blushes at that. "You should really stop saying things like that, it's cruel to say them when you don't mean them."

"I meant every word, Kayo-sensei." She blushes even redder at that, examining your dishes.

"I should probably clean things up. Oh, shoot," she says, checking her watch suddenly. "I'm sorry, Mi-chan, that movie is starting pretty much right now, I got totally distracted with this charmer of a boyfriend you've got. Can you clean up?"

"Ah, certainly mother," Terumi replies quickly, and Kayo hurries out of the house, still wearing that insanely sexy virgin killer sweater, just pausing to grab her purse. Terumi gathers up the plates and takes them to the kitchen, washing them off.

You follow her into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around her belly. She squeaks, then leans into you, and you tenderly kiss her neck. "I love your dress," you say, as she cleans off the dishes. "It's classy on the outside, lewd underneath, just like you."

Her cheeks glow red, her warm body becoming just that inch warmer. "I-I'm glad you like it, Master. I was worried it was too long."

"I like it," you say, nibbling her ear. "It's that lewd contrast, just like you being this femininely virtuous girl out there, and a lewd concubine in here." Your breath is hot on her neck as she finishes the dishes, toweling off her hands. At that point, you heft her up bodily, carrying her bridal style. She squeaks in surprise. "Your mother is very considerate. Let's make the most of our time alone together. Now, where's your bedroom?"

"Th-there, Master," she says, pointing to one of the doors. You open it, sliding inside. You didn't get that good a shot of her room when she was sexting you, but it is quite cute. Ascetic, without much to it beyond the bed and nightstand with drawers, and very... white. Color coordinated, with light brown carpeting and pale white walls, white blankets, even a painted white headboard.

You lie Terumi down on the bed, then get up around her legs, slowly pushing her dress up, past her knees, her thighs, her (very wet) cunt, her navel, and then up past those full, gorgeous breasts of hers. She kicks off her shoes, and you pull the dress the rest of the way off, leaving her totally naked beneath you, save for her collar, which you briefly stroke. "You're very sexy," you tell her.

"Thank you, Master," she says, breathlessly, her eyes focusing completely on yours.

You get atop her, your hand running down her body to tease her lips. She twitches, blushing red, as your fingers toy with her wet sex. She's white hot inside, her juices running freely over your fingers as you tease her, and her hands nervously come up for your pants, fingers teasing at them, expression requesting permission to pull them down. "Yes, you may remove my pants." She blushes, smiling, and pulls them down, taking in a deep breath as she sees your cock emerge.

You tease it at her cunt, rubbing the lower half of your dick over her wet sex, getting your cock nice and slick with her juices. Terumi's breathless at the sensations, her eyes a little wild as she watches your cock rub against her, teasing her sex. "Please, Master, fuck me, fuck your concubine," her voice is rapid, erotic, much moreso than you'd expect having just started in on her like this. "Fill me up, mark me, conquer me, break my hymen and make me yours!" She sounds absolutely ecstatic to say it.

You remove your cell phone from your pants. "Give me a smile, Terumi," you say, and Terumi giddily smiles up at you, even flashing you a victory sign, her expression intense, almost crazy with how big her smile is. You flash a shot, then lean up, looking down at her, admiring her body. "Spread your legs." Her legs spread wide, showing off her wet sex, practically drooling on the bed. You set your phone to record, holding it. "I'm going to record you losing your virginity," you tell her, and her cheeks flush, her wild smile growing larger.

"Yes, Master, do it, do it Master, record me getting fucked for the first time by your cock, being claimed by your cock, being made yours by your big hard cock," she says, and you slowly slide your cock inside her. She orgasms as you enter her, being so insanely worked up from everything that's happened so far that just barely sticking it in makes her come. Your cockhead's just inside as her inner walls try to wrap and milk your cock, her moans loud and throaty as she cranes her head back, a little drool spilling out of her lips.

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You wait patiently for her to come down from her orgasm, before sliding inside still further, and she shivers and gasps. Your cock presses against her hymen, which feels like a little wall inside her, bending under pressure, making her hiss and squirm. Then you push through, and her cunt convulses in panic and pain around your dick, her expression wincing as you slide yourself all the way to the base inside her, making her pant. "Who are your enemies?" You prompt.

She swallows, breathless, as you start to fuck her. "Your enemies are my enemies. Your children are my children. Of myself," she shudders as your cock fills her up again, her nipples erect, her juices mixing with the bit of blood from you breaking her hymen, creating an interesting puddle. "Of my self, there is no part of me I want to keep hidden, rather than unveiling it, to you." She whimpers a bit, biting her lower lip, trying to carry on, but she orgasms instead, her cunt convulsing on your dick. You release this time, wanting to splash your cum deep inside her, spilling all over her, filling her up. She moans at the sensation, eyes rolling up. As she comes down, you slap her breast with the hand that's not holding the phone, nonverbally urging her to continue. "All that I am, shall stand by yor side, even unto death!" She half-squeals it out, trying to force it through her mouth as she experiences intense pleasure, and you turn off the recording and put it down for the moment, focusing instead on your concubine's pleasure.

You lean over her, suckling on one of her fat, full tits, nibbling on her nipple and making her pant audibly. "Thank you, Master," she says, as you continue to thrust in and out of her. "Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for taking my virginity, thank you, thank you," she pants out, her cunt squeezing around your cock. "I'll serve you, a-and any other women, you have, gladly, Master, just for this, just for this, p-precious, precious, g-gift y-you've given me." She squirms on the bed, fingers digging into the sheets, and orgasms again as you bite down on her nipple.

As she comes down from that orgasm, her legs wrap around you, and you keep on fucking her, pounding her. "You're mine, forever," you tell her, and she moans, nodding rapidly, her eyes wild as she stares up at you. "I'm going to keep fucking you until your pussy is molded into the shape of my cock."

"Ye~ss, Mashter," she slurs out, orgasming again, her juices splashing all over your groin as she squirts in raw pleasure, eyes rolled up. "My pussy... just for you..." she moans as she accepts your furious fucking, legs tightening around you. As she comes down from her orgasm, you twist her about a bit, so she's on her side, her cheek pushing against the bed, one of her ankles up near your head as you continue to pound her. "So strong... you're so strong, Master..." she slurs out before orgasming again, squealing, her cunt splashing on your thighs as she comes. You release inside her again, splashing her cunt with a plentiful dose of your cum in return.

You fuck her like crazy like that, flipping her onto her belly and slamming into her as she takes it doggy style. Her eyes are wild as you let load after load out inside her, switching positions regularly, twisting her nubile, sexy body, with the plump round tits and the nice firm ass, into a half-dozen new positions. She sputters incoherently on the bed, thanking you, praising you, telling how much she loves your cock in her cunt. Drool splashes around near her head as she's twisted this way and that, and a nice big puddle of her juices, with a dollop of your cum and just a thin trickle of her blood from when you broke her hymen, is soon pooling on the bed beneath you.

"Master, yours, love, Master," she sputters out, as you reposition her back into missionary position. You grasp her legs, putting her ankles up near your ears, and force your way hard into her, pushing her butt up off the bed as she squirms and pants. Fucking her makes a wet, sloshing sound, now, from how much cum you've filled her with, a good seven loads, and her expression is completely stupid, tongue rolling out, eyes rolled up. "Mashter, come again, come again, Master!" She says, giggling like she was drunk on orgasms, which you suppose she might well be. "Splurt, in me, in your concubine..." she says, as you make slow thrusts. You tweak a nipple and she orgasms again, your other hand teasing her clit and making her spasm and jerk.

Her cunt squeezes you as you guide her through several more orgasm, closing your eyes and simply enjoying making her yours, treating her like a fun puzzle to solve, to make her come ever quicker and ever harder. Her eyes are half-lidded, hazy, drool coating her cheeks and even some of her hair from the way she's been twisted about. Her hair sticks, here and there, to her cheeks, purple strands stained dark by the drool that attaches them to her face. "How often have you masturbated to imagining my cock inside you like this?"

She blearily blinks. "Like thish? Never... too, too good for fantasy," she half-mumbles, half-moans. She squeaks as you thrust in her, hand, grasping her hips, her legs and tits bouncing. "Hundredsh of times, Mashter," she slurs out, giggling again, and you fuck her up to another orgasm, making her spasm and squirm, her cunt squeezing your cock. You think you've got about one more orgasm left in you, and even that's soon coming up.

"Tell me... tell me what you'll do for the children I have with Noriko."

"Everything, Mashter," she half-moans, eyes rolling up, breathing heavily. "As if they were my own..." her eyes lid. "Even if I never have your babies, I'll take care of them, Master." Her voice is almost relaxed, now, so you start fucking her hard again, making her squeak and gurgle as you pound her, until finally she comes again, neck craning backwards, body jerking, cunt convulsing on your dick. "Master!" She screams out, and you let go, splashing her cunt with a thick load, your ninth of the day, splashing it deep inside her, before you finally pull out, a little spurt firing up towards her tits and running along her pale belly, a lewd stain.

You admire her body, the way your cum starts to slowly slobber out of her wet cunt now that it's not filled with your cock, and you pick up your phone, taking a picture of her like this. "Give me a V," you say, and she blearily turns her eyes to the camera, panting loudly, putting both hands up near her face and flashing you a double victory sign as you take another photo.

You put down your phone, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. "You are definitely going to have my babies." She smiles limply like that, her normally serene and cool face contorted in a mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.

You lie down besides her, dragging her into a cuddle, softly stroking her hair, kissing her shoulders and neck, admiring her new choker, as she comes down from that intense high. "I really do care about you, Terumi," you tell her, your breath cool on her hot, sweaty skin. You kiss her shoulder again, rubbing her softly.

"Thank you, Master," she says. The two of you lie there, you gently and affectionately running your fingers over her sensual body, her little shivers in response sweet to feel. She's such a cute girl like this, in the afterglow, even as your cum slowly trickles out of her cunt and down her thigh from just how much you filled her. "Ah, you really filled me up," she says, blushing, her hand running along her stomach. "I wonder if I'll get pregnant now~?"

"I'm on the pill," you tell her, and she sighs aginst you, leaning back. "I know you want to get pregnant, but there is a time and a place."

"Of course, Master. I understand." She cuddles back against you, her butt rubbing against your flaccid cock. "Ah, I'm all yours..." she sighs, "I really am... it's sinking in, now..."

"Oh?"

"I'm so happy. You'll be a good master, and I'll be the best concubine you could ask for, I promise. I'll be a wealthy, smart, handsome, kind man's concubine... it's so wonderful..."

"And I..." you say, kissing her shoulder tenderly, "will have a smart, beautiful, and very dedicated and loyal concubine. It's wonderful for me, as well." She blushes and sighs. "Speaking of..." you say, gently caressing her cheek. "Yuriko may have expressed interest in being the 'Hanako' to your 'Tomoko,' and of playing with your body as a sort of chaste prelude to her and I making love." Her breath gets a little heavy, as you describe it. "How would you feel about that?"

"Ah, I'd gladly let another girl use my body if it pleases you, Master," she says, quickly. "Or play with hers... ah... do you want me to do that sort of thing with Yuriko? If she'll be your wife I suppose it's inevitable... I'd gladly service her sexually when you are too busy to do so."

You kiss her neck tenderly, and she sighs softly. "And Yuriko's idea about playing with you, before she and I make love?"

"Anything for you, Master. If it will help you seduce her to become your wife, I will gladly do it. Ensuring you get a good marriage is the least of my responsibilities, now that I'm yours..."

"Hold onto that thought for now. I want her to give into my seductions before I allow her to indulge." You kiss her neck. "Feel free to tease her, but don't let her touch. You're all mine for now." You nibble on her ear. She sighs happily. "If we ever do something that you particularly like, or dislike, tell me. I want to know my concubine's feelings."

She sighs happily again, nodding rapidly. "Of course, Master."

Then your phone chooses that moment to go off. You pick it up. It's Reiko. You answer. "Hey, just calling to make sure nothing came up, before we hit the arcade. You said afternoon, but I realized we didn't really nail down an exact time. A half hour from now work for you? It's before rush, so we'll be able to claim and hold the Eleven Gunmen machine."

"Half hour might be tight," you say, getting up. You give Terumi a quick peck on the cheek, and she hums happily, giddily, in reply. "But I think I can pull it off. I'll need to hang up right now, though."

"Gone," she says, hanging up on you. You hurriedly grab your clothes - Terumi helps a bit - and call up Shiiro as you head to the bathroom, telling him to pick you up, before taking a brisk shower and using conditioner to wash off the scent of sex. Then you get dressed, go outside, wait for Shiiro, get in the car, and he drives you to the arcade, which you manage to get to with three minutes remaining.

"Ey, there you are," she says, smiling at you, as you exit your vehicle. She grabs you in a hug. "You got a card for this place?"

"No," you admit.

"It's fine, go to the counter, give them some money and tell them how much to put on the card. A two-k should be enough for the night."

"Ah, yeah, sure," you say, nodding along, taking a two thousand Y bill out of your wallet. (Twenty bucks, old USA.) You give it to the man at the counter, and he hands you a half-inch thick card that looks something like a gameboy cartridge.

"C'mon," Reiko says, hurriedly, grabbing your arm. She half-drags you to the machine she wanted to play - Eleven Gunmen. She puts her card into a slot, and you repeat the process on the other side. It's a light gun game with an "old west" theme, and by the intro sequence, it's about shooting eleven different outlaws, who are behind dozens, if not hundreds, of mooks. She takes a deep breath, then pulls out the weapon, playing with it with one hand, one finger hooked into the trigger guard. "Ready, Nanashi?"

You take the gun, holding it straight up, and pretend to blow smoke over the end. She snorts. "Ready," you tell her.

She puts her hand over a button on her side, and you mirror the process on yours. "On your mark. Get set. Go!" Both of you hit the button simultaneously, and her hands quickly come up to her gun, holding it in both hands, eyes on the screen. She glances at you, and you mirror her position. You played plenty of light gun games back on Earth, so this isn't likely to be too difficult. She pulls the trigger, and the intro cutscene ends, and gameplay begins.

The two of you trade shots, popping off various enemies in the first level, which is sort of a saloon small town environment. "This level's pretty easy," Reiko explains, as you shoot your way through the mobs. "Gets harder later." The boss is some austentatious outlaw sheriff or something, Reiko keeps skipping through the cutscenes. The next level is a gold mine, ending with a massive bulk of a man who is also a prospector, and it goes on in that vein. You keep steady with her, even pushing yourself to outdo her at the game, beating her score by a decent margin, ten or twenty percent. She seems impressed, but just refocuses on the game.

It takes a solid hour and a half of play, but eventually, you reach the Eleventh Gunman, who is apparently also the grim reaper, judging by the fact that he is a skeleton man armed with a giant scythe and a revolver the size of his torso. He appears throughout the level, destroying environmental features, summoning forth ghosts and ghouls that you have to shoot, and the game even introduces a "silver bullets" mechanic which you have to use to take down the ghosts, shooting the on-screen bullet packs which give a brief power up you can use to take down ghosts.

Then you finally reach the climactic duel, firing probably a hundred bullets into him while ducking in and out of cover, before finally the game comes to a close, with a "To Be Continued?" placard appearing. "Save!" Reiko cries, loudly, wanting to make sure you do, and when the option comes up you shoot it, as does she.

She waggles her hands a bit after she puts down the gun, as if to work out cramps. "Fuck, full game in one play through, ahn, my legs hurt," she whines a bit. She reaches up and removes her cartridge, so you repeat the act yourself. "I'm gonna go sit down by the restrooms," she says. You follow her, since you don't have much better to do, and sit down next to her. "Fuck. You did really well. You played before?" She slumps her back against the wall, sort of bonelessly lying on the bench.

"Not this one specifically, but enough like it. Your legs okay? Maybe want a massage?"

"Ugh," she says, flopping her head to one side. "Thanks for the offer, but that'd be way too weird to do in a public place."

"Then let's sit down at a table, get something to drink, maybe a snack?"

"Yeah, yeah," she says, flopping to her feet and walking alongside you. She doesn't stagger or anything, but it's obvious she wants to sit. She gives the attendee a couple hundred Y bills and receives a cup for each of you. "Saved me at least a hundred Y on beating that game," she says, "so let me pay you back." You decide not to argue, and go to the soda fountain. It's one of those higher tech ones, with the single spout and the menus and the way bigger selection. She selects a cherry cola, while you pick out a lemon-lime tasting Sprite-like drink.

The two of you sit down at the table, and she sighs as her legs stretch out under the table. "Blugh." She leans her head down on the table, only coming up to slurp at her straw. "Normally I'll do it in two or three sessions, which is a lot easier on my hands and legs," she explains.

"I could make a lewd joke there, but it's too easy."

"Glad to see you're discerning about your lewd jokes." She sucks on her straw a bit, leaning up.

"Want to play a racing game? They usually have people sit for those, right?"

"Hands too," she says, stretching her fingers experimentally. "Don't you have that issue? You grip something for too long and your hands hurt a bit?"

"I do a lot of fencing, so I'm used to my hands being wrapped around something for a long time."

"That makes sense."

"Glad to see you're discerning about your lewd jokes, too." You drink your Sprite-alike. "You play video games at home, or are you a pure arcade girl?"

She snorts. "Think we both know I'm not 'pure,' but yeah, I'm mostly an arcade girl. I play a little on computer, now that they've got that, what you call it, online distribution thingie. VAPOR?" This universe's Steam analogue. You nod along. "Makes it way easier. I have a GoGamer but I don't play it that much." This universe's Gameboy analogue.

"How are things at your house?"

"Mom works, dad works, got a little and a big brother." Oh yeah, you'd forgotten that. Hope he doesn't beat you up for all the many, many things you're gonna do to his little sister. "He's working on the other side of the country, and he doesn't care what I do, if you're worried about that kind of thing." She sips her drink. "Whole family of hard work hard work hard work, and hell I do it too. Even when I'm gaming, I treat this arcade like a job. That's what my big brother used to say, anyway. Before he moved."

"Yeah, you kinda did skip every cutscene."

She blushes. "Oh, sorry. Didn't even think about it. Why didn't you mention it?"

You shrug. "Didn't mind, really."

"Yeah, you weren't missing much. There's a bunch of evil criminals you shoot for bounties, and so forth. It's got a sequel coming out in about two months, Twelve Gunmen. These cards," she waves hers around, "they keep your data, so you can trade info between machines, do some cool things like that. There's one that eats your finished games and spits out prizes. Nothing real special, but a little bit of niceness. Stuffed animals, candies, stuff like that. That was the highest score I ever got in Eleven Gunmen, though, so I'm keeping it."

"Oh, that's pretty cool."

"So what about you? What's your family like?"

"Ah, let's see. Dad's a workaholic, like wake up, go to work, come home, fuck the wife, go to sleep. Mom's the kind of work from home workaholic, manage family finances, my dating life, employees..."

"Oh, right, you're super rich. Sometimes I forget, because you just act like some hot guy rather than some priss."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Good, it was meant as one."

"Then there's my sisters. Fumiko, Minori, Momo. Fumiko's three years older than me, she's mega into fencing. Minori's two years younger, she's really hardcore into history. And Momo's a little older than Minori," you say, not wanting to get into the drama of the Mariko-Kimiko-Dad triad, "she's, hm, kinda in a weird place right now I guess. Working through stuff, I guess." You sip your cola. "So, any career plans you're working hard for?"

"I'm thinking I'm gonna be in computers, maybe? Some software thing. Not one hundred percent, could maybe go for math, or maybe get work as a translator. I do pretty good Wesmeri." She perks up. "Oh, yeah, you get on good with Chanette, right? Saw you flirting with her in class a couple times, she seemed to be down." You nod. "Does she not like me? She seems like my kind of gal, so I, y'know, tried to talk to her alone, maybe trade some tips, some trustworthy guys, stuff like that, and she just... kinda left in the middle. Got the impression she was making an excuse, not that she had to go. She's been avoiding me since."

You smile. "Despite what she may claim, Chanette's not actually the type to make 'special friends.' She's trying to hide her sexual experience with bluster, but, well, I've talked to her enough to know."

"Why would she do that?" Reiko says, quirking her eyebrow. "I mean I know why I do it, but why would you say, 'oh yeah, I do it in the butt a ton, I do it with a lot of guys, I love it in the butt,' if you don't actually like it in the butt? Though saying it like that it is a little odd, I thought that was just her way of talking."

"Nah. If you talked to her more you'd see she gets crazy flustered whenever you press her on that stuff, I think she just plays it like that because she thinks it's... cool? To try to fit in? I don't really know. It's incredibly adorable though."

She snorts. "Man, guys are into weird stuff. I just want a guy who's on the level. Some dork who can't say what he means is just weird, don't know why you'd want that."

"Because it's fun trading innuendos with her," you say. "It's really more the flustering than the lying that appeals."

"I can see that." Reiko stretches her hands out a bit. "I'm feeling good to go. Let's do a racing game, yeah," she says, rising to her feet. She slurps at the last of her cup. "The machines here have all got cupholders, so don't worry," she adds.

You nod, following her to some kind of futuristic racing game, featuring sloped, antigravity vehicles that swoop along various bizarre terrains.

"Winner chooses where we go next time we hang out?"

She laughs. "You're on," she says, hopping into her own seat. The two of you play with like four other players in the arcade and another 14 AI racers, making for an even twenty players. The game's not just racing, it's a little like Mario Kart or something in that there are power-ups, except they're tied to the racer you select. You don't really know which to pick, and Reiko doesn't help you, just giving you a, "well, you should have figured that out before the match."

You pick one of the babe racers, some ludicrous looking cyborg girl who kinda reminds you of Chanette with her big bust and blonde hair. Maybe a bit of a good luck charm. Her name is the creative "32-N," a pun so excruciatingly pitiful it barely merits a response.

Reiko picks out a white-haired, dashing young lady wearing what looks kind of like Victorian garb, complete with monocle. Your cars, obviously, reflect your respective racer's themes - the bright reds and blues of 32-N, the cool browns and whites of "Lady Burudu Murudu." Bloodmurder, you're pretty sure.

The race picks off, and apparently it's a pretty bad matchup, with her special move kind-of countering yours: her car grows a bunch of slicing blades for a long period, while yours shoots a spray of bullets, except that her slicing blades knock your bullets out of the air if you're active, so to shoot her you have to be careful with your timing, waiting until she's vulnerable.

Fortunately, you do find such an opportunity, sending her into a tailspin and letting you skate ahead, an advantage you manage to keep up for the next two laps to finish in eighth place, with her a narrow ninth.

She rubs her eyes as she hops out of her chair. "Good game, Nanashi," she says, offering her hand, and you take it, emerging yourself. She takes an almost instinctive step backwards, since you're a good head taller than her. "So, what're you thinking for next time? I'm running low on spare time, should be getting home soon, so if you want to take a rain check on deciding, that's cool."

"Out of curiosity, what would you have picked?"

She tilts her head. "Dunno. Didn't really think about it. Maybe the arcade again?" She purses her lips. "Maybe try getting out of that, do something different? Kinda lame to just go to the same place, especially if I'm the one who's picking."

"I did like the arcade," you admit. "It was fun."

"Yeah. True. Arcade, or..." she trails off, thinking. "Oh, a movie'd be cool. They've got some nice new flicks in, and you could pick between a few options I liked, so it wouldn't be just me deciding. So what about you?"

"I'll think about it, tell you at school tomorrow?"

"Oh, sure, fair enough. You probably didn't expect to win," she teases. Her phone makes an alarm noise. "Right, there's the clock, gotta go Nanashi!"

"Bye," you tell her, with a little wave.

She dumps her emptied cup into a trash bin as she departs.

You call up Shiiro, and soon trundle along into the car.

You decide you should try to do the nice thing for Fumiko, and speak to your mother. "Home, please," you tell Shiiro. The car drives you home, and you mentally prepare to speak to your mother, asking for more work, rather than less.

She's in her office, busily tap-tapping away at the computer. It's a nice one, smooth and white, like an Apple product but they don't call it that here. It's the most common OS, not some offshoot like a Mac, anyways. "Ah, good evening, Nan-chan," she says, with a smile, leaning back in her chair as she taps a couple keys to save her work. She steeples her fingers as she leans back, fingers lacing together. "What brings you into my domain?"

"I'd like to talk about the family business."

"Very well. What part?"

"The... well, I know the gist, Dad basically runs the auto manufacturing subsidiary of the Kusakabe zaibatsu, but I've never really been privy to the details."

"You're sixteen. When you hit eighteen, we can see about getting you an internship, if it's not too much with university. Normally, I wouldn't put a young man in the position of trying to juggle both university and work, but you are my special little boy," she says with a smile. "A born genius."

"Still. I'd like to take on more responsibility. I think I can be an amazing contributor, and..." you trail off.

"Hm." Kimiko pauses, looking at you pensively. "I don't think that it's really appropriate for a sixteen year old to be that heavily involved in the family business, but I'll tell you what I can do. How would you like to help me out around the house? With your math wizardry, I think accounting would be a snap," she says, even snapping her fingers. "Obviously I won't just delegate it all to you, and I'll have to look over your work at first, but it's a way for you to get started on learning the things you'll need to know to work with your father in a more practical, rather than theoretical, fashion."

"What would the workload be like?"

"Mm, it's lighter than you'd think. I'd probably see about... having you total and analyze the weekly budget? It'd only take a few hours a week, we could see about upping your workload later if you do well."

"I'd be very interested in trying that out," you say, nodding. "When would I get started?"

"Tomorrow evening. I'll get the books ready for you, you can run through them, I'll guide your hand through the first one, we can see how you do from there."

"Great, thanks."

She laughs. "You're thanking me for you helping me with my work? You really are a mama's boy. Ah... still my special little boy, even if you've gotten tall and muscular." She gets up from her chair, patting your cheek, then wrapping you in a very tight hug, her tits pressing against your chest. Then she pulls away, hands on your shoulders.

"There is... a bit of an ulterior motive to this?" She quirks an eyebrow, looking like she's about to be annoyed if this is another Noriko-Setsuko situation. "I was speaking to Fumiko earlier today, and she doesn't seem to want to be the heir."

"She's young," your mother says, in a kind of half-hearted voice about it. Her hands leave you shoulders, and she crosses her arms. "She may change her mind, about these... pursuits of hers. Fencing? It's a hobby befitting a Kusakabe, sure, but turning it into a career path is just..." she waves her hand in the air. "Frivolous," she decides on.

"I mean, if we're honest here... aren't I the natural choice for heir? I know Dad hasn't been terribly explicit about this, but..."

"At the moment, Fumiko is the heir," your mother says. "But yes. It's something we've discussed. Your... temperaments, are very different. Even when you were little, I can remember, you were well behaved and smart as a razor. Fumiko's been a very driven girl, which is good on the one hand, but the directions she's pushed herself in... they're not quite what a Kusakabe in her position should be pursuing. Never so much that it's blatant, but it's like the fencing thing - a girl taking up a high-class sport? Wonderful. Her monomaniacal focus on it? Rather less so."

"Then why not make me the heir?"

Kimiko sighs. "She's smart, she's driven, and if she just gets over this hump of resisting every damned thing, she'll make a fine successor to your father. He doesn't see it as an immediate issue, even if to you and Fumiko it can feel like it. If we made you the heir, it'd be like saying Fumiko wasn't good enough, that she was of... inferior quality. That can cast a shadow, especially over one's marriage prospects, and your father's right to be concerned on that front. It would also effect the rest of the family - we'd look weak, in effect, to have a wayward member. A point of vulnerability."

"Having an accomplished athlete in the family always looks good, I would have thought."

"Sure. But not when they're doing that instead of what they logically should be doing, which is learning to run the family business. Fumiko's young enough that it's not an issue... yet." Her expression is rather pensive.

"Well, I suppose you know best. I think Fumiko would really appreciate having some of the pressure pulled off her, even if it affects her marriage prospects. And I'm willing to put in the effort to cover for her. She's always been there for me, after all."

Kimiko rubs her forehead. "I'll talk to your father. But honestly, Nan-chan," she says, kissing your forehead, "while this is all very sweet of you, it's not really the way the world works. I'll talk it through with your father tonight, maybe there's some third solution. But for now, I should probably get back to work," she says, sitting down in her chair, "so if you could please give me some privacy, sweetie?"

"Sure. A quick hug for the road?"

She smiles at that, warm and bright, and widens her arms, letting you hug her in her chair. She smells nice, a sort of faint cinnamon scent, which is either perfume or just her natural smell. You never know in this place. When your hug's finished, you wave goodbye and quietly close the door behind you.

Setsuko needs somebody to help her get used to her new life, so you seek her out. She's busily scrubbing the hardwood floors in the library when you find her. They look like they've been polished to a mirror shine. You wait outside for a moment, observing; she's not looking your way, and you want to get a vibe for how well she's doing before you interrupt.

"You can not go back," she mumbles to herself. She rubs at her face, putting down the moist towel she's using in order to rifle through her purse. She comes up with what looks like a photo that she stares at for a few long seconds before tearing it up hurriedly, ripping it in half then into quarters. She rubs her face again. You can't really see her expression, but her body language looks like... enraged? At herself, by the way she kind of claws at her face then starts pounding her head with her fists. "Fuck, fuck you're so fucking pathetic, you stupid fucking bitch! FUCK!" She doesn't scream it, she does that sort of hissed whisper thing you do when you want to yell but don't want anyone to hear.

You come up behind her and wrap her in a hug, making her squeak in surprise, briefly going stiff, then relaxing. "A-ah, Nanashi-sama," she says, hurriedly. She tries to quickly push the torn up photo under her purse, but you know to look so you can see enough to get it - a family picture, which includes her husband.

"It's alright," you whisper in her ear, and she just leans back into you. "You're doing the right thing for your daughter. And for you."

Your head is on her shoulder, your hands on her belly. She turns her head to face you, her breath gently tickling your lips and cheek. "You're such a fine young man, Nanashi-sama," she says, quietly. "You did all this for me and Noriko, just because you care about her. M-my... lots of guys, wouldn't do something like that."

"Most guys don't have as much money as my family," you tell her.

"Still... you're... you're a very good boyfriend." She swallows. "H-hell, I'd marry you, if I were young again." She blushes as she says that, fidgeting, eyes turning downward. "Maybe that's not the best compliment, given what... given my... given everything."

You gently take one hand and cup her cheek, making her fidget, her breath warm against your face. Then you lean forward, letting your lips press against hers, and kiss her, gently, tenderly, lips against lips, your mouths open, but your tongue lax in her mouth. Her own experimentally reaches out for yours, teasing it, tenderly tapping at it.

Then you pull away. "Everyone makes mistakes," you tell her, your voice soft. "What matters is what you do to try to fix them."

You wait a moment, seeing her reaction. Her cheeks are warm, her expression uncertain. Then she leans back into you, her lips pressing against yours, her tongue pressing into your mouth again, trying to entice you, slithering this way and that. Her breath is hot, like the inside of her mouth, and you let your own tongue return her affections, making her shiver in your grasp. She breathes heavily against you, her hand reaching down for your cock, shivering a bit as she strokes it.

"Come with me, to my room."

She nods, cheeks red. You get up, and she soon rises as well. She hurriedly takes the towel she was washing with and puts it into the bin it belongs, before gathering up her purse and trying to sneakily take the ripped up photo and toss it in the trash. You pretend not to notice, for her sake.

When you arrive at your room, the main door's locked, so you have to go around through the bathroom. When you get in, Noriko is sitting on the bed, kneeling, in her school clothes. "Ah. Nanashi-san. Mother." She blinks, tilting her head. "If you were looking for me, mother, I am sorry for not coming to our room. I could not find Nanashi-san to ask him if I could sleep with him again, and decided to wait in his room. Since if he wanted me to sleep in our room, he could tell me, and it would be convenient if he wanted me to sleep with him again." Setsuko is blushing red by this point. "Are you alright, mother?"

"She will be," you say, giving Setsuko's butt a quick squeeze, making her gasp and blush. "Noriko, please get off the bed and take a seat," you tell her. Noriko nods, stepping off the bed and sitting down in the chair at your desk, even going so far as to turn it to face you and Setsuko, and the bed.

You take hold of the base of Setsuko's sweater, and pull it up. You can see a hint of purple and blue there on her belly, fading, now, but still visible, from some old beating that will never, ever happen again. Her bra is a very plain white affair, and she blushes as you undo it. Her amazing, gorgeous, pendulous tits pop free, each easily large enough for you to sink your fingers into the plentiful titflesh of them.

Noriko watches quietly from her perch, her legs dangling off and kicking slowly as she watches you strip her mother naked. You pull down the shorts Setsuko was wearing, revealing her thick thighs and plump ass, and you remove her panties too. You take her hand, gently guiding her onto the bed, positioning on her hands and knees, getting behind her. Her bruises aren't visible from this angle, a fortunate coincidence, and you lean down, kissing at her backside. "You're beautiful, Setsuko," you tell her. "I'm going to take care of both you and Noriko from now on, so don't worry."

"Th-thank you," Setsuko stammers out, blushing bright red. "Y-you're a good person, Nanashi-sama." The fact that she says 'Nanashi-sama' is what finally makes your cock rally - that intense nine orgasm session with Terumi was probably pushing it a bit, in retrospect. You pull down your pants, your erect dick popping free, and grasp either of her hips, rubbing your cock along her slit, her juices dribbling down. Noriko tilts her head to one side, as if trying to get a better angle.

One hand reaches for her breast, gently caressing the soft, plentiful flesh of her tits, letting your fingers sink into it, teasing and tweaking her nipple. The other hand slips two fingers into her wet sex, her juices practically splashing onto your finger, as you admire her backside, the hourglass curve of her body. You lean down to kiss her pale back, glancing up at Noriko, who just watches with those big owl eyes of hers, hands gripping her chair between her thighs.

"You should record this," you tell Noriko. She reaches into her jacket pocket and removes her phone, pointing it at her mother, who promptly blushes a vivid shade of red that stretches down to her neck. "For posterity," you tell Setsuko, kissing her neck, gently running your lips up towards hers. Her mouth opens, allowing your tongue inside, and you passionately kiss her, tongue sliding about in her mouth, her saliva plentiful and warm on your tongue, her taste delicious.

She orgasms at that point, your hand on her tit and in her cunt too much for her to take, and her moan carries into your mouth, her eyes unfocusing as she comes. Her cunt gushes on your fingers, getting warmer and wetter and tighter as she goes through ecstasy. You pull your lips away from hers, giving her cheek a chaste peck, waiting for her to come down from her high before finishing your thought. "I never want to forget the first time we made love." That makes Setsuko blush, but a different one from her earlier embarrassed one, now a sort of girlish, happy one, a small smile on her lips.

"Th-thank you, Nanashi-sama," she stammers out, nervously, your fingers still sliding in and out of her, a soft metronome of pleasure. You pull your hand away, and she sighs, before you grasp your cock and start to slide it into her. She bites her lower lip, catching a moan in her throat, as you press into her. One of the nice things about fucking a non-virgin is they don't have that damned ridiculous hymen girls in this universe do, so you can just make a slow and steady thrust without causing the girl any pain at all. You do exactly that, one hand playing with Setsuko's nipple, the other sliding gently down her belly to tease her clit, as you start to make slow and steady thrusts inside her.

"Do you enjoy being fucked in front of your daughter?" Noriko asks, tilting her head, the hand not on her phone running along her thigh, slowly pushing up her skirt. That little hint of slowly growing in visibility flesh makes your cock harder inside Setsuko, who tenses up a bit at the reminder. "Is it that you are indifferent to my presence, or does it actively arouse you?"

"I-indifferent," Setsuko stammers out, hurriedly, as you start to speed up your pace inside her, your strokes moving from a slow metronome to a quicker pump, her tits starting to bounce a little from the force, her plump ass serving as an excellent cushion for your dick.

Noriko's fingers push her skirt up the rest of the way, and one hand slips under her panties. "Are you indifferent in a purely sexual sense, or do you not care in any sense that your daughter is watching her mother getting fucked by her boyfriend?" Setsuko turns bright red, and Noriko starts to play with herself, humming softly, a sort of toneless tune.

You continue to fuck Setsuko, enjoying the feeling of power and domination you're experiencing, getting a bit faster. Setsuko soon orgasms again, her cunt squeezing tight on your cock, a little drool escaping her mouth, and she only just manages to keep her balance because of your hand on her tit and the other in her cunt. "Come on, Setsuko. Answer your daughter's question."

Setsuko squirms a bit on your dick, panting and gasping audibly. "Guh, fluh," she manages to push out, as she recovers from her orgasm, "I, it's embarrassing," she pants out.

"It embarrasses you to be fucked by your daughter's boyfriend?" Noriko's hand is quite animated in her panties, now. "So you would be embarrassed if I were to remind you that the man whose cock you have inside you, is my boyfriend, who has taken my virginity?" Setsuko's silent, now, but Noriko keeps going, while you enjoy every bit of Setsuko's sensual body, from her tits down to her cunt, fucking her and groping her. "It would presumably also embarrass you if I noted that as I am recording this, I can refer back to images of you being fucked by my boyfriend at any time in the future, no matter the specific circumstance."

Setsuko squeals in an orgasm, a consequence of your playing with her body, and Noriko quickly comes as well. Noriko offers a rapid pitter-patter of varied questions, while you enjoy groping Setsuko, playing with her tits, feeling the plentiful flesh of them, kissing her back and even giving her ass a few squeezes here and there. To keep yourself in check, you give Setsuko an instruction to count her orgasms. Your balls slap against her thighs as she counts out "four," as her cunt squeezes and milks your dick, making you pant and try to maintain control, your fingers squeezing her breast.

The sex goes on like that. "Do you think you would enjoy cleaning Nanashi-san of all my juices with only your tongue?" Noriko will ask, making Setsuko turn scarlet, her cunt squeezing you. Setsuko will then soon enough cry out "twelve!" Then Noriko will tilt her head to one side, fingers still frantically playing with herself, even though all that shows on her expression is a hint of blush. "So, do you?"

By the end of things, Setsuko is limply calling out "thirty-one," as she slides along the bed, titflesh smushed against your sheets as you continue to slowly fuck her, her cunt squeezing on your dick while you grope her ass. Noriko has apparently managed to exhaust herself after just a handful of orgasms, and now sits limply on the chair, a puddle of girlcum slowly dripping down onto the floor. Then you finally let go, ejaculating deep inside Setsuko. You're on the pill, but that's good - it makes this so much easier. Your cum just splashes all over her hungry cunt, filling her up, even a little dribbling out as you finally pull out. Noriko seems relieved to be able to finally turn off record on her phone and let her hand slump to the side, her phone tumbling out of it and falling on the bed. Setsuko's ass is just presented to the air, drool on her cheek.

You gingerly turn Setsuko around on the bed, laying her head down on the pillow and tucking her in, before hopping off and grabbing Noriko, carrying her limp body bridal style to lie on the other side. You pull the two girls into a snuggle with you, enjoying their warm bodies pressed up against yours, making you close your eyes and sigh in pleasure. Then you drift off into sleep, enjoying both Setsuko's plentiful, soft tits, and Noriko's small, sweet body, as the two girls are pressed up against you.

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