Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo

Haruto collapsed back onto his mattress with a lazy chuckle. "Money moves mountains. Renji is the school prince, everyone bows for him. You, you are nothing actually. That's how life works."

Yuki rolled his eyes, kicking off his sneakers. "Wow, thanks for the motivational speech. I feel so inspired now."

Haruto stretched his legs across the bed, burying one arm beneath his pillow and turning toward the wall. His voice came out muffled but still dripping with sarcasm. "Dude, where've you been anyway? Were you in detention or something? You left like you were going to get treated for an STD and then never came back."

Yuki froze mid-step, turning to look at the back of Haruto's head.

"Let me guess," Haruto continued. "You met a hot chic there? Or—" he sat up halfway, throwing a squint over his shoulder, "you actually had the STD and just couldn't face me because I was right all along."

Yuki snorted, tossing a hoodie onto the chair by his desk. "No, dimwit. I don't have an STD. This boy right here just had the best party of his life."

Haruto scoffed from his bed, the mattress creaking as he shifted. "Yeah, I also had the best party of my life," he hissed sarcastically. "It ain't only you, dude."

Yuki barked a laugh and threw himself back on his bed, arms spread wide like a king returning from conquest. "I will pay you ten thousand yen," he said, grinning up at the ceiling, "if you truly had the best night of your life—and I mean a real night. Not you curled up playing video games or reading those rated 18+ BL manga you pretend to 'analyze for plot.'"

Haruto didn't even flinch at the jab. "Tch, you don't believe me? Check this out, baby," he said, pushing off his mattress with a bounce and leaping down from the top bunk—Jun's bed, which he'd once again illegally claimed as his.

He strutted across the room in his boxers, stepping over scattered socks and tangled phone chargers then stopped at the window desk.

Yuki raised an eyebrow, already smirking. "Don't tell me you finally reorganized your porn folder."

Haruto turned around, his hands set into a drumroll only the best sound could be produced. "Behold. Look at who just got the latest Game Consort X-9000. Limited edition. Neon Black finish. Only fifty units sold in Japan."

Yuki's eyes widened slightly despite himself. He rose from the bed, now upright, his head reaching the edge of the bunk. "No way. You got to be kidding mother fucker. "

Haruto nodded his head, dancing in his underwear before unzipping a matte black zip bag in his hands and revealed the holy grail of console gear inside. The coolest and newest gleaming buttons, fingerprint-free glass screen, and the unmistakable logo of the rare Consort series.

Yuki stood from the bed in awe, taking steps towards it. "Dude. That's—how the hell did you even get that? That thing sold out in eight minutes."

Haruto leaned against the desk, folding his arms smugly. "I got connections."

"You mean, your brother works in tech retail and owed you a favor?"

"Exactly. That's called networking."

Yuki rolled his eyes but couldn't help admiring the console from across the room. "Okay, I'll give you props. That's actually cool."

"Cool?" Haruto gasped in mock offense. "It's legendary. I had a private unboxing party. Mood lighting, pizza, soda, headphone-blasting intro music—don't tell me that doesn't count as the best night ever."

Yuki laid back again, arms crossed behind his head. "I guess I owe you ten thousand Yen then. Call me your account number, let me send you it. But bruh, you should have told me..."

"Pay up..." Haruto carefully dropped the game console back into its zipper bag, zipper it up and gave it a kiss. He pulled on a smirk as he rattled off his account number like a businessman. "Seven-zero-nine-four-two-oh-eight-five. Mitsui Bank. I expect a prompt transaction, peasant."

Yuki rolled his eyes, already reaching for his phone. He fished the charging cord from under his pillow, plugged it into the socket by the desk, and connected the phone with a thud. The screen stayed black for a second and then stretched into a minute, followed by the faint buzz sounding from it.

Haruto folded his arms and hovered nearby Yuki's bunk, watching the phone slowly boot up skeptically. "Better hope you weren't bluffing about that ten thousand. I'm watching you."

"Relax. Ten thousand Yen is like 0.02% of what I have in my account" Yuki said, stretching out. "Unlike you, I don't survive off ramen and expired energy drinks anymore."

"...."

The phone finally lit up. Yuki tapped in his passcode and swiped through to his banking app. The loading symbol circled once, twice, then disappeared—revealing his current balance in bold numbers:

¥2,504,380

He blinked. The number hit harder when it was on screen like that.

Behind him, Haruto leaned in over his shoulder, his mouth agaped at the six figures on the screen. "…The fuck?" Haruto barked, eyes going wide. "How—how do you have more than two million yen in your account?!"

Yuki grinned, closing the app with a lazy thumb swipe. "Told you I had the best party of my life."

Haruto backed up like he'd seen a ghost. "You robbed a bank?"

"Nope."

"Sold drugs?"

"Illegal."

"Then you definitely have an OnlyFans. You've got the face for it."

Yuki burst into laughter. "Nah. Nothing like that. Let's just say… the internet is a magical place if you know how to game it."

Haruto narrowed his eyes. "You're either a genius or a criminal. Possibly both."

Yuki walked over to his bed, stretched his arms wide, and flopped backward again with a heavy sigh. "Either way, I'm two million richer. And you owe me more respect starting tonight."

Haruto sat on the edge of Jun's bunk, still reeling. "I'm still stuck on the number. Two. Million. Yen."

"Yup."

"I can't even get my mom to send me 5,000 without a five-minute phone call and emotional blackmail." He shook his head as he wallowed in disbelief. "Fuck shit—!"

Haruto's voice pierced the still dorm room like a siren, loud enough to wake the whole campus. Jun groaned loudly from the bottom bunk, yanking his blanket over his head.

"Dude," Jun mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow. "You just ruined my perfectly good sleep. I was in the middle of a dream about fried chicken and Megan Thee Stallion."

Haruto shook his head, his brows furrowing in disbelief as he dragged a hand down his face. "Man, life is hard."

A rustle came from the bunk below.

"Who got 2 million in his account again?" Jun's voice croaked out, muffled and thick with sleep. He blinked blearily up at them from the lower bunk, his hair sticking up in all directions like he'd just rolled out of a storm.

His face was squished slightly against the pillow, and his eyes squinted at the light leaking in from Haruto's phone screen.

Without hesitation, Haruto snatched Yuki's phone and shoved it down at Jun, practically smacking him in the face with it. "This guy!"

"Yuki got two motherfucking million yen in his bank account. Bruh, I can't believe this. I'm shaking."

"Hey!" Yuki yelped, trying to grab the phone back, but Haruto twisted his torso away. Jun rubbed his palms down his face once, twice, clearing the sleep from his eyes before focusing on the screen. His face changed from confusion, to disbelief and alarm.

"Bruh," Jun breathed. "Did you rob a bank or something? What the hell is this? It's not fair, man. Here I am, scraping coins from my laundry pile, and Yuki's out here sitting on enough cash to pay off my student loans and still buy a new PS6."

Yuki groaned and reached again, but Jun rolled to the side of his bunk, keeping the phone out of reach. "Two million," he muttered, double-tapping the screen like it might change. "You know how many instant noodles that is?"

Haruto threw an arm across his face. "Don't do the math, bro. I might actually cry."

Jun, now fully awake and sitting up with his blanket sliding off his shoulders, raised an eyebrow and handed the phone back slowly, like he wasn't sure if Yuki was still the same person. His eyes squinted suspiciously. "Bruh. Even my dreams don't have that much money. How did you do it? It can't be that bakery job—you were fired from it like, what, a month ago?"

Yuki took the phone back and leaned against the wall with a smug grin pulling at his lips. "Let's just say... moms and ladies love it when you hit them hard."

Haruto's arm dropped from his face like dead weight. He blinked at Yuki. "Bro... what the hell does that even mean?"

Yuki stretched his arms above his head lazily, stifling a yawn, and let his head loll to the side with that infuriating smirk still plastered across his face. "Exactly what it sounds like."

Jun narrowed his eyes, mouth agape. "Wait. Wait. Are you selling something illegal?"

Haruto sat up, his face caught between panic and intrigue. "Yo. If it's some underground shit, I want in. Don't be stingy with the plug."

Yuki chuckled, enjoying the chaos he'd just sparked. "Nah, man. Relax. No fight clubs, just fucking my way through riches."