Chapter 8: Sumiko’s Confession

Rather than being woken by the buzzing of your phone, this time you're woken by Noriko gently shaking you awake... to look at your phone. "You are being texted by Terumi," she says, quietly, so that her mother doesn't rouse. "Take it," she says, handing you the phone, which vibrates again.

Good morning, Master! ♡

Yesterday was amazing, Master! I hope I can serve you more today!

Oh, do you want me to service you at school again, Master? Mo♡th, p♡ssy, b♡tt, it's all for you! If you tell me which you prefer, I can make it extra special!

I'll shower while I wait for your response. Is it okay for me to send you naked pictures right now, Master? ♡♡♡ I want you to see me naked again!

"Is it important, Nanashi-san?" Noriko asks, her expression placid. Setsuko rubs up against you from the other side, her tits smushing against your torso, and she sleepily mumbles into your chest. "It is only 6:49AM, so I presume something must have happened to motivate Terumi to text you so early, but I did not wish to intrude on her privacy by reading the texts myself."

You sigh in irritation. "No, it isn't," you tell Noriko, who just quietly nods. You quickly text Terumi back.

While I appreciate you thinking of me first thing in the morning when you wake up, please do not send me any texts before 7:30AM. I'm not that much of a morning person.

She doesn't reply immediately, presumably because she's in the shower.

You turn to Setsuko, who is currently naked from your activities last night, and gently run one hand up to her full breast, softly cupping the plentiful flesh of it, and lean into her lips. Noriko shifts her weight on the bed a bit, presumably to watch, though you can't see her from your current position. Your lips gently kiss Setsuko's, making her sigh into your mouth as she wakes up. "Darling," she mumbles into your mouth, pushing her body against yours, tit smushing into your hands.

Then she wakes up, her eyes going wide, a flush on her cheeks as she sees it's you she's kissing. She doesn't pull away, but she does stiffen up, before finally relaxing and going with the flow. You pull away from her, gently stroking her cheek. "Good morning, Setsuko."

"Good morning, Nanashi-sama," Setsuko says, quietly, her eyes drifting down to your chest.

"It's probably a good idea for you to head to your room," you tell her, sweetly. "I would hate for my mother to find out you're here and throw you out."

Setsuko blushes, but nods. She gets up from the bed, gathering her clothes. Her legs are still a bit shaky from last night, and she goes into your adjoining bathroom, where you hear the shower start to run.

Noriko remains kneeling beside you, perched like a bird or owl. "Should I also return to our room, Nanashi-san?"

"That would probably be for the best," you say, leaning up. You take hold of her chin for a moment, then tenderly kiss her, your lips pressing against hers. Her tongue immediately seeks out your weak point, making your free hand clench as she runs her tongue along your teeth again. You shiver and pant a bit into her mouth before finally pulling back. "Keep your mother company while you get ready for school, and all that."

"Very well, Nanashi-san," she says, before getting off the bed. She takes a moment to correct her clothing before departing through the adjoining bathroom, where Setsuko squeaks in surprise before soon turning off the shower and leaving herself.

You're alone for the moment.

You stretch a bit before grabbing a fresh set of clothes and taking a quick shower. When you exit, you see you've got a new batch of texts from Terumi.

I am very sorry, Master. I won't text you before 7:30 again, don't worry!

I hope that this doesn't offend. I assumed since you are already awake it is fine.

I will stop texting you until you text me again. I'm very sorry. _/TO

You roll your eyes and get dressed, checking yourself in the mirror as you pop a BC pill in your mouth. It's 7:01, as you head to Momo's room. Her room is cute, festooned with a collection of stuffed animals she's slowly gathered over the years, never throwing any of them out. There's a couple dozen of them arrayed on one wall, but one in particular - a gargantuan teddy bear the size of a six year old named Tora - is currently Momo's cuddle buddy in bed. She's snuggling it happily, in a cute pair of black pajamas with little moons and stars on them.

You decide to text Terumi back, since she's probably furiously anxious and you'll be a bit busy with your little sister.

I'm not mad, you just woke me up early. Your enthusiasm is admirable, you just need to learn my schedule. You can text earlier if there's an emergency, of course.

The reply is prompt.

Yes, Master! ♡♡♡ Thank you for your magnanimity!

You leave her hanging at that point, you can tell this girl will reply to literally every text you send her without fail so you need to stop replying to them if you want to have a moment's breath. You put your phone on silent and step up towards Momo, who is clearly unaware of your presence. You even get on the bed above her, gingerly rolling her onto her back, Tora coming with her for the trip, before you lean down and chastely kiss her on the lips.

It's then that she wakes up, squeaking in surprise, tightening her grip on the teddy bear in her hands. "N-Nana-kun?" She gasps, her cheeks pink. "Wh, why did you kiss me like that?"

"A wake up kiss for the fair princess," you tell her, teasingly, stroking her cheek as you loom over her. She grows even redder.

"You are an extremely cute girl, Momo," you tell her, teasingly. You gingerly extract Tora from her arms, putting him to one side, and she lets you, blushing up at you, frozen in shock at the situation unfolding.

You take hold of her hands, lacing your fingers together with hers, slowly dragging them up. She's a vivid red, as you grasp her hands in one of yours, pulling her pajama shirt up so it stops just below her cute little breasts... and promptly start tickling her belly. She giggles and squeaks as you frantically tickle her, legs kicking beneath you as you straddle her body, making her laugh and struggle beneath you, head flicking from side to side. "S-stop it," she pants out, but you just keep going, enjoying having her like this. When you finally stop, she has the hiccups. "Y-you're-" hiccup "-mean."

"I'm mean because I want to see my cute little sister laugh?" You tease, and she blushes and hiccups. You hop off her. "I'll let you get dressed, Momo," you say, before leaving her room. You can hear her fumble out of bed, still hiccuping, in her room.

"I just love hearing you laugh," you tell Momo, through the door. "See you at breakfast." A hiccup's the only response you get, so you head over to Minori's room.

Where Momo's room has a kind of childish cuteness to it, Minori's is more the sort to have austere grandeur. Her bed has a dozen pillows, smaller ones layered atop bigger ones, with a lot of empty space, and a stout bookshelf two shelves high at the foot of the bed, clogged thick with books - so much so that there's several stacks atop it, as well. She probably needs a new, taller bookshelf.

On her nightstand, along with the clock and the lamp, is a figurine that your father got her for her twelth birthday, crafted by a 19th century sculptor depicting some notable Kurogayan historical figure (okay, you can remember his name, it's Hiroyuki Matsumoto, he was a major factor in Kurogaya's modernization and is a sort of national icon and martyr).

Her breath is soft as she lies in bed, in a light pink nightgown that leaves her shoulders bare and provides a hint of her (very modest) bust.

You get on the bed with her as well, but rather than turning her onto her back to kiss her, you merely lean down towards her ear, tickling it with your breath before beginning to whisper. "You're very cute, Minori. You're so cute that I could just kiss and nibble you for the rest of the day, skip school just to do so. You're sweet as butter and nice as ice on a warm day, you're smart and clever and ever so good at school. Everyone your age should admire you, because you're just that smart and worthy of emulation, you beautiful, sweet girl."

She fidgets a bit, her cheeks a rosy hue, but her eyes remain closed. You're pretty sure she's awake but pretending to be asleep to keep getting compliments. "You're a fine young lady, with poise worthy of a Kusakabe, and you're also sharp as a tack and cute as a thimble." Her cheeks keep getting warmer as you go on.

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to have to kiss you awake," you tease.

"A-ah," she mumbles, pretending to just wake up. "Oh, hi, Nana-kun," she says, looking up at you, fidgeting a bit. "Why are you here in my bed, on top of me?"

You smile down at her. "I'm giving you a good morning kiss."

"A-ah, you said, you were gonna kiss me awake if I didn't wake up?"

"So you were awake," you tease. You caress her cheek as she blushes.

"N-no! You can't take my first kiss like this!" She hurriedly brings her hand up to protect her mouth.

You simply take an alternative route, leaning down and kissing her collarbone, a chaste peck, but one that makes her glow bright red as you lean back up. "There, your first kiss is protected," you tease.

"A-ah," she looks like she would melt if she could. "Th-that's lewd! I can't b-believe you did that! Ah!"

"And why exactly is it lewd for a big brother to kiss his little sister? It seems like the only things lewd here are your thoughts and mind," you tease, putting your finger on her forehead. "I have no shame when it comes to making my family happy." She's bright red at this point, and you hop off. "Now, come on, get dressed and let's go get breakfast."

"A-ah, yes, okay," she mumbles, getting off the bed in the opposite direction as you. "W-wait! You have to leave the room before I change!"

"Oh, of course," you say, closing the door behind you as you go.

Minori soon emerges, wearing a pristine, sleeveless white dress which reaches down to her ankles. If she had any cleavage the line of it would probably show, but she doesn't. "L-let's go get breakfast," she stammers, firmly grabbing your hand. You let her guide you down to the kitchen, where Momo is asking Akiko to make her (and you) some soup.

The two girls look at each other for a long couple seconds, a quiet staredown. Minori grasps your hand tighter. Then, almost simultaneously, they turn their gaze away from one another, Minori pretending to be fascinated by the refrigerator, Momo looking up at Akiko and grumpily saying "For three instead of for two."

You give Minori and Momo both forehead pokes, requiring you to move a bit. Their attention is drawn to you. "Now, play nice you two," you tell them both. Both fidget and avert their gaze from you.

When the soup is prepared and put in three separate bowls, the three of you sit down to eat, you in between the two of them, who sit at opposite ends of the small table. Akiko gets quickly distracted by her husband coming up to cuddle her, and Shiiro drags her off to another room, presumably to make a quick bit of love to her before he has to drive you to school.

You take your spoon, swiping some of Minori's food, and making her shout. "Hey!" She says, before you put the spoon up in front of her mouth. She blushes and takes the spoon into her mouth, letting you feed her like a baby. You repeat the process on Momo, who just blushes and fidgets and tries not to look at Minori.

"Now, Minori. Tell Momo about the homework I gave you." She looks sullen and unwilling, so you grab her ear. "Do you want me to steal your first kiss instead~?"

She blushes. "Okay, okay!" You let go. She fumbles for a moment. "Uh... she's... sweet, and, she likes family." She stares at her soup as she says it. "She doesn't let people be mean to her. And... she's tough?" She winces a bit as she says that, like she's not quite sure.

Momo blushes a bit. "Uh. Thanks. I mean." She crosses her arms. "Yeah. I am all those things."

"Now, do you have any nice things to say about Minori, Momo?"

"She can give a great compliment!" She says, cheesily.

You give her a dour look. "Seriously, Momo."

"...she's smart and pretty and way cooler than me," Momo mumbles, looking downcast as she does it.

"Now, now," you say, patting Momo's head. "You're both cool and amazing. So say I!" You grab both of them and drag them out of their seats into a giant hug, smushing them against each other. "You need to realize that your differences are inconsequential compared to how much you have in common."

"Like what?" Minori asks, from where she's scrunched in a hug with Momo.

"What do you mean?"

"What do we have in common?"

Ah shit. You didn't plan this out. "You're both cute, you're not afraid to stand up for yourselves, you've got an awesome older brother, you're both my adorable little sisters-"

"That seems like it's just the first thing and the third thing over again," Minori says.

You let her out of your grasp - and Momo too - and give her a noogie, making her squeak and try to escape briefly. "Don't argue with your big brother!" She goes lax, and you let her out of your grip. "You're also easily flustered, you've got a loving family, money, have a bright future, the same older siblings..."

"Ugh, fine!" Minori says. "We're basically clones! You can stop talking any time you feel like." Momo just takes her seat, quietly eating her soup.

"Just try and be nicer to one another, okay? For your awesome big brother?"

Minori snorts at that. "...fine," she mumbles.

Momo nods as well.

You slap both on the back. "Great. Now, I was thinking the three of us could go find some place to hang out. Where would you like?"

"Can we go play kickball?" Momo asks, delightedly, prompting Minori to roll her eyes.

"I don't think Minori would enjoy that too much. It should be something you'd both enjoy. Any thoughts, Minori?" You prod.

She sighs, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I like the KHA recreation battles, and it's sufficiently violent that it might appeal to Momo. There's one this Sunday."

"What's that?" Momo asks, uncertainly. "And I'm not that violent."

"It's a bit out of town, they have a bunch of people pretend to be two armies from the Warring States era and go at it."

"Oh, that sounds cool," Momo replies. Minori raises her chin.

"It's decided, then," you clap them both on the back. "We'll go to this KHA thing." By this point, your soup's mostly finished, and the two girls head to dump their bowls in the sink. Akiko emerges from the room she was with Shiiro in, her hair a bit unkempt, and comes to clean off the bowls and put them in the dishwasher, whistling as she works.

Noriko comes down the stairs in her school uniform. "Nanashi-san, should we be leaving soon?"

"Yeah, probably," you agree. You grab Momo and Minori before they can entirely scurry off, and kiss them on the cheek in turn, making them blush. "You two be good to each other while your big brother's not around, okay? I'm tired of you fighting."

Minori and Momo grumble and mumble out "okay"s, and you depart with Noriko, Shiiro getting in the driver's seat and having to adjust his hair a bit with a comb before he decides he's fully comfortable with leaving.

"Your second button is put in your third buttonhole," Noriko says quietly, as if she does not understand the meaning of it.

Shiiro blushes and hurriedly corrects it. "Thank you, ma'am," he says, before starting the car.

You take Noriko's hands and quietly lace your fingers together with hers, earning a small smile from her. You decide to check your phone to see the latest in Terumi texts.

Oh, which of my holes did you want at school, Master?

If you don't respond I can't do as good a job for you~ ♡

Do you not want my holes at school? That's fine.

Are you ignoring me, Master?

It's okay if you are, I just want to know if you're doing it on purpose to tease me, or if you are busy or your phone's battery died or something else like that.

Sorry for bothering you so much, Master. I won't text you again until you text me back. Accept my deepest apologies. _/TO

You rub your brow, but the car pulls into the school before you can text. "Today is the day you are fighting Sumiko-san, correct, Nanashi-san?" Noriko asks.

"Yeah," you say, as you get out of the car with her.

"I think it is very attractive that you can fight such a capable swordswoman. Even if you do lose, it will not reduce my attraction to you."

"I'm going to win," you tell her, with confidence, gently holding her hand. "And you'll fall for me even harder."

She blushes, her cheeks turning very slightly pink. "That would be very impressive." You take a glance in either direction, and then push Noriko up against the wall, making her squeak. Then you kiss her, and she does that insane thing with her tongue again, rubbing it along the inside of your front teeth and making you groan as your own tongue tries to find a similar weakpoint in her mouth. When you finish, her blush is that little bit sharper. "You are a very good kisser, Nanashi-san," she says, quietly.

The two of you stride into class together, which currently has just a couple people in it - Terumi and Shichiro, the latter of whom is reclining in his chair and glancing at the door, clearly waiting for Daichi. Terumi, for her part, perks up when she sees you, a big smile that suddenly gets a little worried, as if she just remembered something.

"Oh, Noriko," you say, before the small girl can go to her own seat, "did you decide on club?"

"I think I will join the engineering club," she says, with a small nod. "I feel like I would be a 'good fit.'"

"Hey, if you ever need help with that, I'm a math genius," you tell her, and she smiles softly. "I'll tutor you."

"Thank you, Nanashi-san. I will keep that in mind." Noriko leaves to take up her usual seat.

You turn to Terumi, who brightens up as your gaze comes upon her. "Good morning, Terumi."

"Good morning, M- Nanashi," she says, blushing a bit. "Did you, ahm, is your phone okay?"

"My phone is fine," you tell her, staying standing while she remains seated, enjoying the height differential and how it makes you feel more in control. "I just can't reply to every single message you send. I'm busy. Just accept that sometimes I won't respond at all."

She nods quickly. "Yes, okay, good, I thought it might be that," she says. She lets out an exhalation of breath. "I'm glad that you're not mad at me." You just snort and pat her head before sitting down.

Amaya-sensei and the rest of the class filter in within a minute of one another, and soon class begins properly, you taking out your books, scraping away at what little homework there is, before returning to reading.

Come lunchtime, everyone's in class, and you can speak to basically anybody you like.

"Yuriko, hey," you say, turning to Yuriko. She blushes as you do so, fidgeting a bit. "Thought about what I brought up on our date?"

"I have given it some thought," she says. She breathes a little heavily. "It certainly sounds appealing, but, it sounds implausible and unlikely, to be honest."

"Oh, does it?" You ask, tilting your head.

"Yes. You've only been at this school for a week, I find it dubious that you could turn an ice queen into your slut in that time." She swallows. "Not that it isn't a very nice thought, or that you're not a very good flirt. I appreciate the idea, at least, even if I doubt the factualness? Assuming you were honest regarding the idea."

"Want to make a bet?"

"Hm?"

"If I can prove I turned Terumi into my 'slut,' as you called it," you start, "you give me one blowjob. Just the one, no more than that," you explain, as she briefly colors red and looks extremely uncertain. "If you win... hm. What would you like?"

"Your older sister's Fumiko, right? The fencer? With the braids, long legs?"

"Yes," you say. You suppose it's not a total surprise she'd know.

She glances side to side, then leans in conspiratorially. "Get me some of her used panties. An even five, let's say."

You snort. "Fine." You get up from your seat. "Come on, Yuriko. I'll show you the proof."

Yuriko rises, picking up her purse and her packed food, as she follows behind you.

You take out your phone, idly considering just showing Yuriko the pictures and video of Terumi, before instead settling on using the real thing.

Terumi, come to room 42. Yuriko will be there, but you are still to call me Master.

As you arrive at the top of the staircase, you open the door to Room 42. "After you." Your phone buzzes.

As you wish, Master. ♡♡♡

Are you seducing her to be yours? Will she look like this when you're done: (♡v♡) ?

You snort at that, taking a seat on one of the folded up desks inside. Yuriko is reclining against the wall near the door, arms folded. "So..." she says. "What is the plan here, exactly?"

"Wait just a second," you tell her, patiently.

Terumi arrives in the room shortly, her expression breathless, even panting a bit, as though she had just run up the stairs. She closes the door with a sharp slam. "I'm here, Master," she says, eyes taking a moment to find Yuriko as they dart around the room. "Good morning, Yuriko." She smiles, gently playing with the collar of her shirt, teasing the skin of her breast in and out of visibility. Yuriko's eyes are completely focused, laserlike, on that one point, to the point she's practically salivating.

"Yuriko, what would win this bet for me right now?" You ask her. Terumi looks at her as well, a gentle smile on her lips.

Yuriko rubs her mouth. "Ah. Ahem. I-if she stripped. I mean, you could, this could be a conspiracy," she says, quickly, "a-and! Oh, I get, to take a photo, of her naked. Several photos, actually. A lot of photos. As many photos as I want. A-and..." her eyes are a little wild now, "um. Uh. C-can I play with her?"

"Master said not until you give in to him," Terumi replies.

"A~h," she whines. "But once I do..."

"I'll gladly be the Tomoko to your Hanako," Terumi explains, still smiling happily, and Yuriko practically starts salivating at the thought.

You take a hold of Terumi, kissing her on the lips, and she practically melts into your grasp, her tongue sliding into your mouth, her lips slurping on your own tongue. Your noisy kiss makes Yuriko stare and fidget, and you can see her out of the corner of your eye. Finally, Terumi pulls back. "Anything else?" You ask Yuriko.

"Ah... I mean," she sucks back in a bit of drool, "I'd like to see more... b-but, if she stripped, and let me photograph her, w-with my phone," she says, hurriedly fishing her phone out of her purse. "That would be enough to prove it."

"No photos," you say. "Put away your phone, and put your purse in the corner." Yuriko fidgets, her eyes casting from you, to Terumi, and back. "I have to protect her from the risk you'll share those photos around." Terumi smiles brightly at that, blushing a bit.

"O-okay fine! But she'd better strip." She puts the purse down in a corner, her phone inside, and steps away. "So? Let's, let's see it."

"Strip, Terumi," you say. You flick through your own phone to the photographs she took when you were fucking Noriko, as Terumi removes her shirt, letting her firm bosom, still contained lightly in a lacey lingerie bra, escape. Then she pulls off her top, and Yuriko just stares, drool pooling on her lower lip as she admires Terumi's firm tits. She takes a step forward, hands up to grope, then remembers herself and stops. Terumi removes her skirt and panties soon thereafter, leaving her wearing nothing but a warm smile, her purple hair in waves around her body.

"Did I do good, Master?" She asks, tilting her head.

"Of course you did." You step over to Yuriko, who's currently staring. "Here. A few pics to sate your taste," you tell her, showing her them, of Terumi lying in bed naked and sweaty, of her giving the victory sign and smushing her tits together, of her wide-open mouth, drool pooling inside, of her wet and gushing cunt, of her in the doggy style position. "Good enough proof?" You ask.

"Y-yeah," Yuriko says, breathlessly, her gaze flicking back and forth from the photo on your phone to the real woman in front of you.

"Then it's time for your end of the bargain." She just dully nods, then glows red as she realizes what she just agreed to. "Terumi. Help Yuriko suck me off. Talk her through it. If she does a good job, you can kiss some of my cum out of her mouth."

"Yes, Master," Terumi says, stepping up to Yuriko, whose eyes suddenly become entirely focused on her breasts. "The first step," she says, ignoring Yuriko's lewd stare and grasping the girl's shoulders, "is to face my master, and kneel." She pushes Yuriko down onto her knees, making the rich bitch's expression grow a little worried. "Now, remove his cock from his pants. You did agree to this, didn't you?"

"Y-yes," Yuriko mumbles, her fingers coming up, nervously undoing your pants. "I-it's just the one," she says, hurriedly. "So it'll be fine."

Terumi pats her head. "Of course. Now," she says, as your cock pops out of your pants, "lick it."

Yuriko leans forward, delicately licking the tip of your cock. She wears an expression of surprise at how good it tastes.

You reach down for Yuriko's hair, gently running your fingers through the silvery mass of it. She looks up at you, red eyes curious, and starts to suckle on your tip, wrapping her lips around your cockhead. "You'll want to do more than that," Terumi says, looking down at Yuriko, her purple hair falling around her features. "Just sucking on the tip of my master's cock? I don't think he's ever had a blowjob that poor."

"Not in this life, at least," you agree, and Terumi smiles coyly down at Yuriko, reaching for the back of her head and gently pushing her further down. Yuriko blushes, but proceeds downward, until your cock is halfway into her mouth - at which point she gags, tears appearing in the corners of her eye. She sputters around your dick, your cockhead lodged in her throat, and you're actually a bit surprised - every other girl so far has taken it to the base without issue, including Noriko who you presume has neither sucked dick nor practiced sucking dick on a dildo. The sensation of her throat squeezing and gagging around your dick is very pleasant, however, and she finally pulls up, breathing heavily.

"Are you alright, Yuriko? Do you have difficulty sucking my master's cock? I took it to the base my first try."

Yuriko pants in front of your dick. "N-no," she stammers out, blushing. "I can do it." Terumi gently pushes her forward again, and she opens her mouth, accepting your cock.

"Undo her top," you tell Terumi, "I want to see her tits."

"Yes, Master," she says, with a loving lilt to her voice, as she undoes the buttons on Yuriko's shirt, pulling it down, as Yuriko hurriedly bobs up and down the top half of your cock, humming and drooling in pleasure. Terumi then undoes and pulls down Yuriko's plain white bra, revealing her naked breasts. She briefly pinches the nipples, as if to make sure they're hard, before leaning back up to meet your gaze. Your own hands reach down, cupping Yuriko's breasts, gingerly teasing her nipples, and she orgasms in short order, spasming on the top half of your cock, drool splattering down.

"Mm, look at her," you tell Terumi, who obediently turns her gaze down. "What would you do to her, if she were mine, to reward her?"

"I'd play with her tits, Master," Terumi says. "I'd eat her out. I'd let her fall asleep on my lap. I'd lick her clean in the shower, I'd suck her clit as she sucked your cock... I can think of all kinds of things, Master." Yuriko has recovered from her orgasm and has returned to bobbing up and down slowly. "Of course, she's not yours. But I am," Terumi says, turning her eyes up towards yours. "I'm your concubine, which is better than what Yuriko is right now, because it means I'm yours," she says the word 'yours' breathlessly, like it was the most erotic thing in the world.

You kiss Terumi, hard, on the lips, your tongue sliding into her mouth and her lips sucking on yours. Yuriko gets faster in your groin, bobbing harder, and you can feel as Terumi's fingers tighten on the back of Yuriko's head and just push. Your dykey cocksucker gags and sputters as Terumi forces her down your cock, but your hands continue to play with her breasts and Terumi just moans into your mouth in raw, animal, pleasure, at the entire experience of forcing another girl to please you. When Yuriko hits bottom, she's sputtering and drooling wildly, her throat coiling around you like a tight handjob as she gags on your dick, and she orgasms in raw ecstasy, eyes rolling up. Terumi keeps her held down as the girl sputters and comes, twitching beneath you, before finally letting her pop up.

At that point, Terumi lets go of your lips and tongue, as Yuriko rests her cheek on your thigh, drool running down her chin, her hands holding onto you for balance. "It's much better to get it all the way to the base, and you clearly needed a little push," Terumi says.

For your part, you slip your fingers off her breast and into Yuriko's mouth, teasing her tongue, running along her palate, making her twitch and gasp as you pleasure her like that. She sputters and drools on your fingers, eyelashes flickering up and down as pleasure runs through her body. She actually comes like that with a sputtering moan, hips jerking, and Terumi leans down, squatting behind the kneeling rich girl. "It's okay if I touch her to make her feel good, right, Master?"

"You can touch her, she can't touch you," you tell her, and she nods, her fingers wrapping around Yuriko's tits. You direct Yuriko back up to your cockhead, making her suckle it sweetly, her pretty lips wrapped around your dick, and then you start to direct her back down. This time, she's the one who pushes past her gag reflex, sputtering and gagging and choking on your cock as she slowly, grindingly makes her way to the base. You just gently pet her, urging her on, and when she hits the base again, your balls slapping against her chin, she orgasms.

The three of you play like that for several long minutes, with Yuriko orgasming repeatedly, drool slobbering out of her lips as she comes over and over again, eyes rolling up as she facefucks herself on your cock. Terumi whispers lewdly into Yuriko's ear. "You look so good sucking on my master's cock," she teases. "Maybe next time you suck it, he'll fuck me first, so you can taste my juices on him?" Yuriko blushes, her cheeks a rosy red as she contemplates that thought from her position with her nose buried in your pubes, her throat coiling and gagging on your dick.

Finally, after probably a dozen orgasms on her part, you start to feel the time pressure, so you grasp her hair, pressing just part of your cock into her mouth. "I'm going to come," you explain, and as if in answer, Terumi kisses Yuriko's cheek where it bulges from your dick, then reaches for your manhood, stroking it, eyes looking up at you eagerly, desperately, smiling, eyes wild.

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"Come, Master. Come inside Yuriko's mouth, let her know how good you taste-" she can't get much further before you release, spurting cum all over the inside of Yuriko's mouth, splashing on her tongue. She moans and shudders as she tastes you, jerking a bit in pleasure, either at your cum's taste, or at the thought that she's about to get a kiss from Terumi. When you finish, you pop out, and Terumi immediately grabs Yuriko's cheeks and pushes her into a full-throated kiss. The poor rich girl is almost completely out of it, and getting such a kiss hardly helps, as Terumi tries to dig every drop of your cum that she can out of Yuriko's mouth.

Finally, she pops off, showing off the mix of drool and cum to you, before swallowing it. Yuriko just kneels there, caught in a haze, absently swallowing what of your load Terumi couldn't get.

You gently lift Yuriko into your lap, her topless body falling limp against you as she rests there. "Good work. Get dressed and go back to class, Terumi."

"Yes, Master," she says, with a smile and a small bow, gathering up her clothing and getting dressed. You gently run your hands through Yuriko's hair and along her back, her plush round tits smushing against your chest.

Yuriko recovers, eyelashes fluttering, rubbing at her chin a bit to get rid of the drool. "That was p-pretty good," Yuriko says. She coughs. "My first time with a boy."

"Just with a boy?"

"...yeah. I had a cool older girlfriend, once. I miss her," she mumbles into your shoulder. "She got married..."

"Tell me about her," you say, softly, gently running your fingers along her backside.

"She was so cool. So pure... it was just her and me, against the world... she was like ten years older than me..." she sighs. "Then some jerk took her away."

"What kind of woman was she? Clever, elegant, sweet?"

"Ah, you wouldn't understand her appeal. She was a woman's woman. Short hair, lithe body... she didn't even have tits, and I normally like those. She'd wrap me up and pin me down and ~ah~," she sighs longingly. "Stupid jerk husband and his stupid dick..."

You pat her head. "If you get together with me, you can have lots of cool girlfriends, older and otherwise... your pick of the crop."

She blushes, fidgeting. "I'll think about it, okay?" She pauses. "Oh, I should probably get back to class," she says, hopping off your lap and collecting her clothes.

"See you, then," you tell her, as you pull up your pants. "Glad you enjoyed."

When you return to the classroom, Reiko almost immediately stops you. "Hey, Nanashi," she says, standing up, waving you over. "Real quick, before class starts, what's the plan for our next hangout?" She pushes a bit of pink hair behind her ear. "I'm looking forward to our next date," she says, with a smile.

"I was thinking maybe we could go dancing? It's something I do a bit, I know a few places."

"Oh. Huh. Well... I don't really know much about dancing."

"I can teach you," you offer, and she blushes a bit.

"Alright, fine. You got me." She gives you a light punch to the shoulder, her blush growing a bit brighter. "Dancing it is, Nanashi. Get seated before class starts," she says, sitting back down.

You take your seat, and a voice comes from behind you. "I am looking forward to defeating you when next we meet, Nanashi-san," Sumiko says, with what just might be a hint of a flirt to her voice.

"I'm excited for our next clash of blades as well," you say, turning over to look at her. "When my blade strikes a great warrior of a woman like yourself... that's the greatest feeling of all."

Sumiko laughs at your brashness, while Chanette breaks into snickers and giggles at the implicit lewdness. She slams one strong hand down on your shoulder. "Your confidence rivals my own. I shall enjoy our coming duel."

"By the way," you say, gently putting one hand on her own shoulder, "thank you for what you did for me and Noriko before. It was an enormous deal, and mattered a lot. I want you to know that."

"I can't accept such a thank you. It was my duty, on seeing such a thing happening, to step in."

"Still. It's good to know my rival is a woman of honor and character."

She gives a belly laugh, then class starts and she flops back in her chair, making it screech as it slides. "This evening."

This evening can't come soon enough - the remainder of class is a bore, with thoughts of screwing Yuriko, Noriko, Terumi, Sumiko, Setsuko... really, every girl in class, and then also every woman in your family, and then all their unmarried kin... anyway, it's distracting. But then class is over.

You and Sumiko make your death's march to the fencing club in dead silence. There's been some degree of hype, it seems, given that a number of your classmates also follow you... Noriko, Terumi, Reiko, Yuriko, Chanette, Shuichi, Daichi, Masahiko, even Shichiro, wind up in the fencing club, watching from the sidelines when you and Sumiko emerge from the dressing room, ready for your duel.

When the referee calls the match's start, the two of you circle each other for a bit. Your swords strike, parry, block, dodge, the movements swift and hard, her superior strength lending her a real edge. The first successful strike goes to her, sending you tumbling to the ground, and you focus yourself as you return to your feet.

The next three strikes are yours, furious blows aimed carefully and with precision, breaking through her sharp guard, using what you know from your duels with Fumiko. You knock her to the ground, striking her ankles, her thighs, sending her tumbling again and again, until finally you're declared the victor.

She sits on the mat, still in her outfit, one hand on her knee, weapon at her side, looking up at you pensively, as if trying to decide something.

"Good fight," you tell her. You offer her your hand, and she takes it, letting you heft her up. She looks at you, eye level, through her mask, and removes it. You do as well.

"Well fought." She keeps a firm grip on your hand, not letting you get away. "I would humbly request a moment of your time alone."

"Uh, okay," you say, and she halfway drags you into the equipment room.

"In Kalapeta," she begins, once you're there.

"Sorry, where's that?" You don't recognize the name.

"Another world," she explains, quickly. "In Kalapeta, when a woman is bested, so completely that she knows the man is her superior, not merely in that field but in all fields she considers important... she swears herself to him."

"Okay?" You're getting a bit weirded out here.

"I have a confession to make to you, Nanashi-san. I was not born in this world, originally. I was born in another world, and lived and died as a great warrior there. Then, when I was twelve, I struck my head and recovered these lost memories. I was originally born in Kalapeta, and reborn here. Do you understand what I am getting at?"

"You were born in another world?"

"Yes," she begins, obviously expecting you not to believe her. "I-"

"So was I," you interrupt. She's probably just crazy, but you've had this bottled up inside you for sixteen years, and maybe she really is from another world. Even if she's not, hell, she's a sexy, muscular woman who just heavily implied she'd swear herself to you.

She looks taken aback as you respond. "Please do not mock me," she replies, evenly.

"No, it's true," you say. "It was a planet called Earth, in a country called the United States. It was a lot like here, except for a ton of differences - for example, the days varied in length, but no matter where you were, they averaged out to about twelve hours day and twelve hours night."

"Then how was it a lot like here?" Sumiko frowns.

"I mean, there were schools, and cars, and the internet, and that sort of thing."

She nods. "Ah. Kalapeta was more akin to the Warring States period of Kurogaya."

"I was born with my memories - it was like I snapped awake, after dying. I'm so glad to meet someone else I can finally tell this."

She blushes, fidgeting a bit. "Well. I am glad to be your confidant, in this matter." She claps your shoulder. "Regardless, as I was saying. In Kalapeta, we had a custom. About women being bested." She clears her throat. "And you have bested me, thoroughly and completely, at the thing I thought I held highest. In other matters, you are clearly my superior. Your intellect, your endless charm and growing cluster of friends among the class, your social acceptance, your wealth, even as a woman of honor and justice, I am humbled - you are the one who took the first step to help Noriko, not I." She descends to one knee, bowing her head, taking your hand in hers. "Please. If you will have me, I shall gladly serve you for the remainder of this life - if we should find one another again, then into the next."

"What is the culturally acceptable way of accepting this?"

"Hm? O-oh," she says, looking surprised at the question. Then she shakes her head, returning to her serious mode. "Ah, you just say, 'I accept.'"

"I accept, then," you tell her, and she smiles and rises to her feet.

"Thank you, Nanashi-sama," she says, with a small bow of her head. "I shall endeavor to serve you well, in all matters. Let us go clean ourselves and change into more casual clothes," she adds, with a boisterous tone of voice, striding out of the room confidently.

You figure there's no reason not to follow her, and get showered off. A number of the various people watching the match departed while you spoke to Sumiko, but Terumi, Noriko, and Shuichi remained. When you come out of the shower, Sumiko is waiting for you, head held high, arms behind her back. Noriko's head tilts as she sees you come out of the bathroom, and it's clear both your girlfriend and your concubine have noticed Sumiko's suddenly... submissive nature.

"Come on, I'd like you to meet Noriko and Terumi in a new context." She nods and follows, two steps behind you, one to the right, as you approach Noriko and Terumi. "Noriko, Terumi, this is Sumiko," you say, with a gesture towards Sumiko. "Sumiko, this is Terumi and Noriko."

They exchange greetings with a thin amount of awkwardness.

"Now, I have to get home in about an hour and a half," you explain, looking at your watch, "but I was thinking, the four of us could enjoy a celebratory rootbeer together first?"

"What are we celebrating, Nanashi-san?" Noriko asks, her head tilted to one side.

"I'll explain in a bit," you tell Noriko, gently ruffling her hair. She smiles very slightly, and the four of you leave the school, getting into the waiting car of Shiiro-san. Noriko sits down next to you, her hand on your thigh, and regards Sumiko coolly, eyes running along her body as if analyzing her. Sumiko maintains her poise and pride even under Noriko's leer. Terumi, for her part, just cuddles up on your side, sighing softly against you, closing her eyes.

"Please close the privacy window, Sumiko," you say, and she does so swiftly. "Thank you. Noriko, Terumi," you say, to the two girls on either arm. "Sumiko has decided I am an exceptionally worthy man, and sworn herself to me."

"Ah. That explains her behavior," Noriko says, placidly, her hand still on your thigh.

"You're amazing, Master," Terumi says, a bit giddily. "I'm so lucky you took me as your concubine, when you can clearly get any woman you want." Her head rests on your shoulder and she cuddles in a little tighter.

Sumiko raises her chin proudly. "Harems are no issue to one such as I, given what we discussed earlier." That she's from another world. "The modern insistence on monogamy is anomalous."

Shiiro arrives at the small cafe with root beers that you had picked out, and the four of you file out, gathering on a table. "So, Sumiko," you say, while Terumi is at the counter buying your drinks, "would you prefer to be romanced, or ravished?"

"So far as I am concerned, Nanashi-sama, I have already been 'romanced', as you put it, when you defeated me in our duel. I have no interest in flowers or chocolate candy, only in finding a man who is so clearly my superior."

"I see," you say. "So then, do you have any turn ons or turn offs I should be aware of?"

She blushes. "A-ah. Ahem." She shakes her head momentarily, trying to feign strength. "Nothing in particular comes to mind, Nanashi-sama. I have... minimal experience, with such things." A virgin in her past life, perhaps? Or she could just be deluded, you suppose.

"I suppose we'll just have to learn as we go, then." You lean back in your chair as Terumi arrives with your drinks, and take a sip of yours. "So, tell me about your life, Sumiko. Family, friends, goals."

"Previously, I wished to become a great fencer, but now that I have seen I am clearly outmatched by you, Nanashi-sama, I would be honored if you took me as your personal guard. As to family, I have a mother, a father, and one older sister."

"Tell me about them."

"My mother is a professional athlete; my father is her manager. My older sister, Chou..." she trails off. "She is not athletic. But she is the most vivacious woman I have ever met." She pauses for a moment. "It would honor me, were you to meet her."

"I'd be delighted to meet your family. You should meet mine," you say, with a smile. "Three sisters, one older, and two younger. My older sister is a better fencer than I am." As you start to discuss sports, you gingerly edge your hand over to Sumiko's, placing it atop hers.

You and Sumiko discuss sports, particularly fencing, with one another. Terumi spends much of the meal gazing lovingly at you, sighing occasionally, while Noriko simply watches placidly, occasionally contributing with some tidbit of her own, or asking a series of questions that show she is actually paying attention.

Your watch beeps. "Ah, shit, we've got to go," you say, standing up. The four of you get back into the car, Noriko and Terumi flanking you when you sit, Sumiko simply leaning forward in her seat, eyes occasionally flicking over to the front of the car.

When you arrive home, you and Noriko head inside, while Shiiro drives off with Sumiko and Terumi to drop them off at their respective houses. You give Noriko's hand a quick squeeze as you head inside. "I have some work I need to do with Mom."

"Very well, Nanashi-san. I will find something to occupy my time. There are many things in your home to occupy my time with, since your family is so rich."

She departs from your side, wandering aimlessly, and you head for your mother's office. "Right, I'm ready," you say.

She's sitting at her desk, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She slides over a stack of papers as thick as your thumb is long. "All ready for you. Should be a good three hours work, I'll have to check it over afterwards. I'm sure you'll do well."

You nod, taking the stack of papers and sitting down at another desk with them. Bookkeeping isn't done quite the same here, but the same basic principles of double-entry work apply, and your mother comes over to you, guiding you through the work for the first twenty minutes, showing you how to verify things and make sure everything in the documents is correct, and so forth. Then she sits back down at her chair, click-clicking away at the computer as you get to work.

You're done inside an hour and a half, and clear your throat.

Your mother spins in her chair, looking at you. "Something the matter, Nan-chan? If you need help, I'm here to do so."

"I'm finished, actually."

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she hops up from her chair. "Let me give it a quick once-over," she says, pursing her lips slightly, pouting. She pushes her glasses up her nose as she goes through them, sliding one paper over, cross-referencing with your work, then repeating the process several times, her expression getting more and more surprised as she goes on. "Huh. This is... yeah. You did it right." She smirks to herself, then kisses the top of your head, ruffling your hair a bit. "Nothing's too hard for my Nan-chan, hm?"

"I'm serious about helping the family."

"You really are." She gestures for you to stand up. "Come on, give your mom a hug," she says, and you stand up. She wraps you in a full body hug, breasts pushing against your chest, chin on your shoulder, fingers digging into your back. You hug her back. She sniffles a little.

"Mother?" You ask, uncertainly.

"Sorry. It's just... ah, you're my precious, genius baby, and I always knew you were destined for great things. But this, it's, it makes it feel more real..." she sighs. "I'm going to miss you when you leave."

You gingerly pat her back. She kisses your shoulder. "I love you too, mother," you tell her, softly.

She rests her head on you. For what feels like an eternity but is probably just a minute, she remains like that, hugging you. Then she finally raises up straight and tall, removing her glasses for a moment and wiping at her eyes. "Sorry, Nan-chan." She takes a deep breath in through her nostrils. "I... I think it might be for the better that Fumiko is taken out of the line of succession. Maybe I've been too slow to do that because it means I get to keep hold of you just that little bit longer. Ah..." she sighs. "I'm acting like some old maid who can't let go of her child, I'm sorry."

"With or without Fumiko in line, I'm going to do what's best for my sisters, and our family. It... might be better to discuss this with Fumiko, at least a bit. I worry if I misinterpreted or something..."

She sniffs, nodding. "Yes, of course. I'll speak to your father when he comes home tonight, but nothing will happen without speaking to Fumiko first."

"Don't worry," you add, gently caressing her cheek. "You'll always be my mother."

You lean forward and chastely kiss her cheek, and she practically radiates heat with her blush. "Th-that's the first time you've kissed me since you were a baby," she says, with a nervous smile.

"If it makes you that happy, I'll have to do it more often then." She blushes a bit brighter, putting one hand on the cheek you kissed. You quickly kiss the other one, and she practically turns red. She's very cute like this, less the tiger mom you've gotten used to, more the sweet mother she was when you were young.

"Ah, you're going to make some girl very happy," she says, taking a step back. "You are just the cutest boy." She grabs your cheek and squeezes. "That reminds me. How are things with Yuriko?"

You don't think you should tell her you got a blowjob from her while Terumi groped her tits.

"Our first date went very well, and we'll probably schedule the second soon. We talked some at school today, we share a lot of the same interests. I definitely think she's at least considering me as a serious marriage prospect by now."

"That's wonderful to hear. Do you like her too? I don't want you to get married to some girl you don't really like just because it's what you think I want."

"Oh, I think she and I are going to be an excellent fit. As I said, we've got a lot of shared interests."

"Good, great, fantastic." She gives you a quick hug. "I am so glad. I had a few other possible girls, but if you do like this one, that's so much easier than arranging dates with their parents and all that kind of thing, since you go to the same school."

You briefly consider asking after these other girls, but decide it would be better to leave it be for now. "I'm glad she's nice too." She gave you quite a nice blowjob.

She pats your cheek. "Alright then. You did good on the work, Nan-chan. You can consider yourself done for the day."

You give her a quick bow, and depart. You have a decent chunk of time left before having to retire, since you sped through the accounting work. Got a bit of a cramp in your wrist though.

You find Fumiko lounging on her bed, hair let loose, reading a book, her athletic body not on display as she's currently under the blankets. She puts a bookmark in the text and closes it, putting it to the side. "What's up, Nan-chan?"

"Two big things. One, I won my slashing sword duel, thanks in part to your hard work training me."

She smiles. "Good to hear, Nan-chan. Don't hesitate to butter me up by exaggerating how important my help was."

"Incredibly important," you tease back. "I probably would have just fallen over dead from a heart attack, were it not for you."

She leans back, waving her hands at her face. "Ah, that's the stuff, keep it coming."

"The other thing-" she pouts at that, "-is that our mother has decided to seriously reconsider you as heir. So you can just focus on fencing." You're really suddenly worried that this isn't what she actually wanted.

That worry fades as she hops out of bed, wearing just a plain white bra and panties, and hugs you tight as she can. "Thank you so much, Nan-chan," she says, fingers digging into your body, muscles holding you tight, her petite breasts pressing into your chest. "You have no idea how much that means to me." You think you have a little idea.

"Well, while I have you in such a positive mood," you say, hesitantly, "I made friends with the girl I fought in fencing, Sumiko."

"Wait. Sumiko? Big sister named Chou?" She pulls back from your hug, and you nod. "Wow. Small world. Same Chou," she says, with a gesture. "Sumiko's a blonde, right?"

"Dyed, I think, but yeah."

"Crazy. Man, I should introduce you to Chou, she's cool."

"Sumiko had much the same appraisal. Anyway, I was wondering if she could watch one of your matches?"

"Sure, just gotta schedule it. I've got some exhibition and practice matches on Wednesday and Friday. Would be after school, your time. Probably have to talk it out with her," she notes, with a gesture. "Anyway. Thanks a million for getting me out of the heir position, owe you a ton."

"You still need to talk to our mother about it. There might be more hoops to jump through... but yeah, it's progress." You give her a cheesy smile. "You can still become my lover if you want."

"Oh, fuck, that's right," she says, with a kind of relieved expression. "If I'm not the heir then I don't have to find some prissy boy to marry." She laughs, giving you a shoulder punch. "Maybe I'll take you up on that lover thing, appropriate for a black sheep to get pregnant out of wedlock, plus it means I don't have to put up with some weirdo."

"I will also end up with several weirdos, I'm afraid. That's non-negotiable."

"Whoa, several weirdos? Somebody's a ladies man," she says, with a laugh. "Yeah, you planning to outdo dad, huh? Three chicks, plus..." she puts a finger on your collarbone, which travels down your body slowly, "big," she pops the word, "sis?" She carefully watches your face, which you keep stone cold. She pulls away. "Ah, you saw through my teasing. No fun." She hops on the bed, slithering back under the blankets. "Thanks, Nan-chan. Feel free to ask me any favors you need, yeah?"

You head over to the bed and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, gently ruffling her hair. She gives you a kind of knowing smirk. "Good night, Fumiko."

"Night, Nan-chan." You close the door as you leave.

You go to the room where Setsuko is staying, and she's calmer than she was yesterday, quietly reclining in bed. It's more an affected calm, a kind of tenseness visible in her body language - the fact that her eyes are open, but she's not doing anything is also a bit of a giveaway.

Noriko is kicking her legs in a chair, quietly reading, as you enter the room, closing and locking the door, making her turn her head up towards you. "Ah. Nanashi-san," she says, putting down the book. She pauses momentarily, tilting her head. "Hm. My mother and Sumiko refer to you as Nanashi-sama. Terumi refers to you as Master. Should I also call you by a deferent nickname?"

"You can call me whatever you like," you tell her, gently patting her head.

"Oh. Then Nanashi would be acceptable?"

"Yes."

"What about Nana-kun?"

"Also fine."

"Nan-chan?"

"Perfectly okay." She tilts her head, eyeing you carefully. "Something the matter?"

"I am attempting to determine what name would best suit you. Na na shi," she says, slowly, rolling her tongue over the sounds. "Nanashi." She pops the word. "I think I prefer that."

"Then go ahead and call me it." You turn to Setsuko. "Is everything alright? You seem tense."

She swallows. "It's... just... being away from home... is hard."

Noriko speaks slowly, in the same smooth voice. "This is our home now, mother."

"I... Nanashi-sama knows what I mean." She looks down at her lap.

"I do." You gently cup her cheek, raising the blanket off her body, your fingers grasping the bottom of her sweater. You slowly push it up and over her body. Her pale skin is lovely to behold, as she's stripped bare to her underwear - she'd taken off her shorts before getting in bed, apparently. That too, is soon taken away, as you look down on her with affection. "I'm here to help you." She nods, gently. "Noriko," you say, with a glance over your shoulder at the petite girl. "I don't want to leave you all alone again, you are my girlfriend. Come here."

Noriko pops off her chair, coming to the side of the bed, as you strip off your shirt and toss it aside. "What do you want me to do, Nanashi?"

"Strip naked," you say, as you undo your pants. Setsuko blushes as her daughter slowly removes her clothes, carefully folding them and putting them in a neat pile by the bed. Your cock is erect, rubbing along Setsuko's wet slit, as you look down at her blushing expression. You gently pat her cheek. "I appreciate you doing this with me, and with Noriko. I just want to make both of you happy. Noriko," you say, turning to your now-naked girlfriend, as you continue teasing her mother's wet sex with your cock, "get on your hands and knees above yor mother, so I can switch between the two of you."

"Very well, Nanashi," she says, gingerly climbing into bed and position herself such.

You gingerly slide yourself into Setsuko, slowly filling her up. Her eyelashes flutter, and you lean over Noriko's body, forcing her down, her body smushing against her mother's bountiful breasts, as you make your way down to Setsuko's lips. You kiss her, tenderly, as you start to stroke inside her, Noriko being rubbed against her mother's body, making her mom squeak a bit as her tits are smushed by her daughter's weight. As your tongue slithers into Setsuko's mouth, playing with her own, as she limply receives your oral intrusion, Noriko begins to speak.

"Do you like kissing my boyfriend? Do his lips taste good? He and I were kissing earlier, do you think that you can taste my tongue on his?" All the while, you keep making sweet, slow, loving strokes in and out of Setsuko. She's wet, squeezing and hesitating a bit here and there, as you slide in and out of her wetness. "I feel as if I should know the answers to these questions, if you are going to be fucking my boyfriend right in front of me." Setsuko's blush gets even hotter, and your fingers slide into Noriko's sex, finding her very, very wet. "I presume kissing him is pleasant, since you are not stopping to answer my questions. Is it that my boyfriend has very good technique with his tongue? He performed oral sex on me, earlier," she explains, and Setsuko squeals as she finally orgasms, her hands grasping at your backside and scraping at your skin with her fingers.

Rather than continuing to fuck her, you grab Noriko's hips, heft yourself up and out of Setsuko, and plunge into your cock into Noriko's wet and waiting cunt. Noriko closes her eyes, sighing as you enter her, as you start to fuck your cute, autistic (?) girlfriend. Her expression is blank, save for a small smile and a light pink hue to her cheeks as you start to fuck her. She catches her breath and starts to speak again. "Now he is fucking me atop you. This is the first time he has fucked me in front of you," she says. "Do you find it pleasant?" Noriko hisses a bit, as your fingers toy with her clit, running little circles around it, prodding it, teasing it. Setsuko, for her part, just blushes, her eyes downcast, looking at where you and Noriko's groins meet.

With the hand that isn't currently playing with Noriko's clitoris, you reach down for one of Setsuko's breasts, groping it, thumbing her hard nipple, enjoying the soft, plush, plentiful feeling of it. "D-do," Noriko pants out, "do you want, my b-b-boyfriend, to f-fuck me, i-in front, of," she swallows audibly, then orgasms, her cunt squeezing your cock as she thrashes for a bit before flopping forward, squishing her mother's tits. You gingerly push her head over to her mother's breast, and she obeys the implicit instruction, starting to suckle on Setsuko's nipple as you fuck her spasming cunt.

"A-ah, you, ah, can't," Setsuko says, bright red.

"She's done it before, I'm sure," you tease. "When she was a baby?" Noriko hums softly on her mother's breast, and Setsuko blushes. "She told me that's why you have such big tits, from nursing her. Well, these breasts are beautiful," you stay, pumping into Noriko as she starts to recover from her orgasm, wiggling her butt a bit. Your hand gropes the breast that Noriko isn't currently suckling on. "So I think you should thank Noriko for them." Noriko hums loudly, nodding quickly, and Setsuko's cheeks turn bright red, as she's dominated and gently degraded by her daughter's sixteen year old boyfriend.

"Th-thank you Noriko," she mumbles. At that, Noriko orgasms, her cunt squeezing your dick. Her mother squeaks, as Noriko's teeth bite down on her nipple, and you pull out of Noriko, simply sliding right into Setsuko. You squash the small girl against her mother again as you kiss Setsuko on the lips, invading her mouth with your tongue once more. She slides her tongue gingerly, uncertainly, into your mouth, not quite sure if she should use it or just let you run amok on her palate, teeth, and tongue. You suckle on her tongue, making her hum softly, getting a bit more eager.

When Noriko recovers from her latest orgasm, she pops her lips off her mother's breast. "I have to assume you are enjoying all of this, mother. After all, you have told neither I, nor Nanashi, to stop, and further, have orgasmed once, and are clearly very close to doing so a second time." You start to finger Noriko as you fuck Setsuko, who orgasms shortly thereafter, moaning into your mouth, a little drool and spittle splashing out from where your tongue meets hers in her mouth. "I expect you will orgasm many more times before Nanashi is finished with you." You grab the back of Noriko's head and push her back into her mom's breasts, shutting her up for a moment.

You fuck both girls like that for a very, very long time, managing your pace with a degree of ease, the two women beneath you orgasming over and over as you play with their sexy bodies. Noriko's questions are much of the noise that fills the air, Setsuko bright red as she's asked all kinds of lewd and embarrassing questions. "Are you happy I have such a sexy boyfriend?" "Would you like it if he continued to fuck you and I regularly?" "Can I bite your breasts?" "Do you enjoy it when I bite your breasts?" "Do you like having sex with your daughter and her boyfriend, or is it that you wish to have sex with my boyfriend, and myself being a participant is merely an unfortunate side effect?"

Noriko seems to also enjoy pawing at her mother's tits, taking to groping them as she rests her cute little chin on top of her mother's breasts while you fuck one girl or the other. "Your breasts are very large. Nanashi seems to like them. I hope that when I get pregnant, I can have breasts as large as yours, so that Nanashi can play with them." Your hands leave where they were when she says that, and instead slide up to her small little mounds, gently teasing her nipples, making her gasp.

"Your breasts are wonderful, no matter how big they are," you tell her, sweetly. She squeaks a bit, her cunt constricting around your cock, and quickly orgasms from your playing with her nipples. You decide to give her a nice hard screw at that point, leaving Setsuko's cunt empty for a time as you fuck her daughter. Noriko, at least, doesn't let up on her mom's tits, biting and suckling and groping and tweaking nipples and doing all kinds of things you'd expect an inexperienced teenage boy to do when presented with a pair of big fat tits attached to a woman who isn't complaining. Her experimentations border on the extreme, but Setsuko just blushes and squeaks and even occasionally comes like that.

Noriko, on the other hand, orgasms a good dozen plus times before you feel like she's been satiated, her hungry cunt squeezing and milking at your dick as she drools on her mom's tits. You unload in her, giving her a nice creampie, and she just mumbles happily, before you move on to her mother, who you quickly slide into. Her mom shivers a bit at your entrance, closing her eyes, and your hands start to play with her breasts, more gently than Noriko's once did.

"Sorry about Noriko being a bit rough," you tell her, softly. "She's very new to this."

"N-no, it's okay," Setsuko says, quietly, cheeks a rosy red. "I, I'm just glad she's enjoying herself, she, she deserves to be happy." She swallows as you continue to slide in and out of her wet and willing sex, her own hands gingerly petting her daughter. You pump her ever harder, wanting to press her, to make her come again, teasing her nipples. She orgasms alright, squeaking and squealing on your cock, and you just press on, keeping playing with her, leaning down to kiss her, making Noriko mumble as she's smushed into her mom's tits.

You fuck Setsuko like that for long minutes, until her tongue falls limp in her mouth after her seventh or eight consecutive orgasm, the only sound she makes a soft moan. You close your eyes and release, letting go inside Setsuko, splashing your juices inside her hungry little cunt, making her moan a bit. You finally pull out, admiring the picture beneath you.

Noriko's eyes lidded, her breath soft, as she uses her mother's tits like a pillow, hands grasping her mother from either side; Setsuko just panting, a little drool spilling out of her moth, her hands at her side; their cunts splayed open, your ejaculate drooling out of Noriko's to lewdly stain her mother; both naked, both available, both willingly yours, to fuck as you please, when you please.

You gently run your fingers through both girls hair, before flopping Noriko off of her mother, onto her back. You get off the bed, pulling the covers over the two of them, collecting your clothes. You pause, squatting next to Setsuko, who turns her face slowly towards you, breathing heavily. "I won't have much extra time tomorrow, and I know you need me..." you say, gently stroking her cheek. "To get away from him... you have to find another man, or you'll keep thinking about him, won't you?" She nods, the movement small. "Wake me in the morning with fellatio. It'll help you get over him."

"O-okay, Nanashi-sama," she says, quietly.

You pull on your clothes, getting dressed, and quietly leave the two women alone in their room, heading back to your own. Fortunately, the house is so huge and empty that there's not much chance of somebody spotting you in this low-visibility area. You lie down in your own bed, falling to sleep almost instantly from the day's exertions.

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