Repeater

You wake up to the sound of a bleating alarm. 5:00. You take a very quick shower before getting on clean clothes and going over to Fumiko's room, loudly banging on her door.

"Mwuh? Fwuh?" You hear from inside, and you push it open. "Whosshat?" Fumiko slurs out, fingers stumbling in the dark for her glasses as you stand in the doorway.

"It's Nanashi. We're going to the Anyuko river to hike and have a picnic," you remind her.

She stares at you for several seconds, her thoughts obviously caught in a haze of having just woken up.

"You agreed to go out to Anyuko river and hike with me, so long as I did the preparation and woke you up. This is the part where I wake you up."

She grunts and flops out of bed unceremoniously, just sort of rolling off and hitting the ground. She immediately moves to push herself up, forcing her eyes wide and rolling them around. "Mkay," she says, stepping towards her room's bathroom.

"Make sure to bring a jacket and gloves in case it's chilly."

"I'm a girl," she calls back, before closing the bathroom door on you.

"Need any help?"

"No," she calls back. The shower soon starts running, and you go to wait outside her bedroom. After ten or fifteen minutes, she emerges, wearing a short sleeved shirt and some jeans. She's also got a bundled up jacket, and is yawning loudly. "Right. So. Is your guy driving, or is mine?"

"I'll go get Shiiro," you say, and she nods, heading downstairs to wait by the front door.

You knock on the door to Shiiro's room. "Shiiro. Shiiro."

A couple seconds later there's a groan from inside, a woman mumbling, and then Shiiro opens the door. "What?"

"I need you to drive me some place." He wears a very sour expression for a moment, then forces it away.

"Alright. Let me just take a shower and get dressed."

"Thank you." You collect the picnic food that you had Terumi make, then go to the front door where Fumiko is. "He just needs a quick shower."

"Mhm," Fumiko says absently, leaned against the wall.

Shiiro emerges soon, and the two of you get in the car. Fumiko rests her head on her hand for most of the trip. When you arrive, she gets out after you. Anyuko river isn't exactly the pristine sight of nature it might once have been, with some shops or homes dotting the landscape near it, but it certainly isn't the big city either.

You take Fumiko's hand, walking with her along the riverside. She blushes a bit at the grab, but doesn't stop you. In the distance, the sky begins to turn from cold black to a lovely shade of purple, as the planet twists in its orbit to reveal the sun. "Oh, wow," Fumiko says, watching the sunrise. She smiles as she watches it. "You don't really get to see the sunrise in the city."

"I suppose not," you agree, squeezing her hand in yours.

The two of you watch the sun rise for a few minutes in silence before Fumiko turns back to you. "Right, then. Where to?"

You guide her a little further up the river, and take a seat, laying out the picnic and removing the delicious food that Terumi prepared. Fumiko settles in, nibbling at the grilled cheese sandwich Terumi prepared for her.

You cuddle up next to Fumiko, and she adjust a little to let you, your arm wrapping around her waist. "It's nice to be able to enjoy nature like this sometimes," you tell her, taking a toothpick and spearing a bit of koketi that Terumi threw in. You offer it up to Fumiko, and she takes it, biting it off the toothpick and chewing with some enjoyment. "Good?"

"Mhm," she says, before taking another bite of her sandwich.

"I'm really glad you decided to join me. Thanks, Fumiko."

"No problem," she replies. "Hey, so did you make this, or did Akiko?" She asks, with some idle curiosity.

"Oh, that was Terumi. She was really happy to do it, don't worry."

"Terumi..." she trails off, as if trying to place the name.

"She's one of my classmates," you explain. "She's very sweet. She loves cooking for me. She's also said she loves flower arrangements, but I've never seen any of her work. She's almost this idealized image of a perfect housewife, which I think is pretty cute for her. You might be able to meet her later on tonight, before dinner."

"Huh." She takes another bite. "Well, tell her that I like her cooking, when you talk to her next."

"I'll be sure to," you agree. You wrap your arm around Fumiko's waist as she finishes off her grilled cheese.

She grabs a little box of sliced up melons, spearing one with a toothpick and eating it. "So how's stuff with you?" She asks.

"It's good. You?"

"Pretty good," she responds.

"Where do you see yourself in the future? Olympic medalist, sure. But besides that, afterwards?"

"Mm." She kicks her legs a little. "Married, I guess. Maybe a couple tykes the dad takes care of. You?"

"Supporting my women, being as home with them as much as possible... honestly, though, I appreciate my life moment to moment. I don't have any real complaints - most of my moments are very pleasant. Especially this one," you say, halfway dragging her into you. She gives a small smile.

"Your women, huh?"

"I mean, you already know about Noriko and Setsuko," you explain.

"It's just those two, then?"

"Care to make a bet at how many?"

"No. I'll guess five, though," she says.

"I'll tell you the names of five, or the actual number. Your choice."

"Gimme the number. I can guess at five names."

"Seven properly, three marginally, and two works in progress."

She gives a little whistle. "Impressive. That's a lot of girls."

"It depends on your definition of a lot. So long as they're all happy, I think the number doesn't matter."

"Sure," she agrees. "Let's get headed home," she says, standing up, helping to pack what's left of the picnic back in the basket. The two of you walk together, with you taking her hand in yours again. She calls up her own driver, rather than inconveniencing Shiiro further, and the two of you head home. "This was fun," she says.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Yeah. Guess you wouldn't be such an awful boyfriend. Well, anyway. Good luck with your girl pile, and all that."

The car soon arrives home, and the two of you get out.

You call up Amaya as you and Fumiko drift apart inside. "Hey, Amaya."

"Hello," she says, politely. "May I ask the reason for the call?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me," you say. "I was thinking I could swing by your place, bring some takeout, we could chat, maybe some more."

"Mm. That does sound nice, Nanashi. And it is my day off..." She seems to consider. "Alright. See you in a few hours, then?"

"Yes. See you." You call a hotel and book a room for two next Saturday and Sunday, prepaying. You go to Shiiro's room, knocking on the door. "Hey, Shiiro," you call out.

Shiiro opens the door. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to let you know, I rented you and Akiko a hotel room next Saturday night and through to Sunday. You'll have the day off on Sunday too."

"Oh." He seems a bit surprised by that. "Well, thank you. If you don't mind, though, I was in the middle of something."

"Right, sure," you agree, and he closes the door.

Then you go to the kitchen and collect a box of strawberries, before hunting down Mariko, who is lounging on the couch watching some soap that, judging by the sets, might be Prime Minister's Office Lady. "Hey," you say. "Brought you some treats for breakfast."

"Oh, sweet," Mariko says, leaning up. "You're a good kid." She takes them from you. There's an awkward pause. "Want to watch?"

You settle into the seat next to her, reclining in place. "Are you okay? Are you going to be working with my mother again today?"

"Ah. No. I don't think so," Mariko says, her cheeks glowing as she speaks.

"Are you being overworked? I've been helping my mother with some financial things, can I help with whatever it is she's making you do?"

"N-no. You really can't." She swallows. "I'm the only one who can. Thank you for your concern, though," she replies, running her fingers through your hair dotingly. "I appreciate the thought."

You turn to Mariko, giving her a tight hug, and kiss her on the cheek. "If you ever do need my help with your work, or just to relax, you can just ask. I know my mother must be stressful for you to deal with, especially with my father gone. I can talk to her if you need to, have her take it easier on you."

Mariko gives you an awkward smile. "That's very thoughtful of you."

You snuggle up against her, wrapping an arm around her and leaning into her, resting your head on her shoulder. You play at innocence, and she accepts it, just offering you a small smile as you watch Prime Minister's Office Lady with her.

"Oh, and I can't just accept what you said last night. Because you're used to sleeping alone, I should be less sympathetic to you? Unfortunately, I'm busy with other obligations this weekend, or I'm not just going to leave you be. I need you to know I'll be there for you in the future," you explain, dragging her against you.

She smiles softly. "That's very sweet. You're a good kid, Nanashi," she says, kissing your cheek.

The show itself is a little bit of a situational comedy/love drama type deal. The protagonist, Himeno, is the Secretary of Defense for the Prime Minister of Kurogaya - though you get the impression that may be a nepotistic promotion, given other characters' actions? In any case, she diligently works as hard as she can to handle the KSDF, which involves a lot of comical misunderstandings which result in numerous people (male and female) thinking that she's propositioning them, and terminating with the understanding being unwoven.

The end of episode reveal shows that it was actually due to the work of the Secretary of Agriculture! Who you guess is a love rival, and also extremely sinister, given the episode ends with her ranting to her cat about Himeno. Only the viewing audience is privy to her involvement, however, as shown by her receiving a call from the Prime Minister and casually chatting while staring at a shrine to him. They may be laying it on rather thick.

"Well, that was a bit of a strange show," you say. "But fun. It's unfortunate that the main character and her love rival couldn't share the Prime Minister."

Mariko gives a little laugh. "I would not want to be the co-girlfriend to Iburisu. She's cuckoo." She does a little hand signal to demonstrate.

"I suppose that's fair enough. I am looking forward to watching the premier tomorrow."

"Oh, right, yeah, you wanted to watch Arukamu Asylum. Here's hoping it's good," she says, with a little smirk, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You rise up from the couch. "Well, I should probably get going, I have lunch plans," you tell her.

"Ta," she says, with a wave of her hand. "Good luck."

You have Shiiro drive you off, and get some takeout Yangfangi food on the way to Amaya-sensei's place. You knock on the door, and she's wearing a loose blouse and a short skirt that shows off those lovely long legs of hers. She smiles at you, opening the door wider. "Special delivery for me?" She asks, teasingly. She's barefoot as she strides back to the table, where there's some workbooks out. She folds them up and puts them aside, clearing space for you to put down the food. "How thoughtful."

"I brought food, too," you say, with a gesture. She gives a polite giggle. You put it on the table and kiss her on the lips for a quick moment before taking a seat. "It's nice to be able to spend time with you."

"I agree," she says, as she sits down. Her feet absently toy with your own under the table as she takes one of the takeout boxes for herself, drinking the lemon tea you brought with you. "It'll be nice when you graduate and we can spend more time together."

"I hope that a lot of things will change after I graduate," you tell her, your own feet sliding up her calves, towards her thighs. She smiles.

"I'd imagine. How many girls have you already drawn into your web?"

"A few," you reply, your toes rubbing along her thigh.

"Speaking of girls," you say. "What do you think about Reiko and Kyoko? Any idea what I could do to help them get along?"

As your toes brush against her thigh, she breathes, closing her eyes for a moment. "Reiko and Kyoko... mm..." she hums a little. "They're competitive. Reiko has more... sportsmanship, than Kyoko, but she's definitely in it to win. Kyoko... I get the impression she's driven, but she lacks... wisdom. She has to do things the way she thinks is right, even if that won't accomplish anything. They want the same thing, so they can't help but fight."

"So you don't have any ideas in particular?"

"Mm... making Kyoko the vice president was my idea. Competition is finished, make them work together..." She closes her eyes as your feet dance tantalizingly close to her panties. "Give them someone outside to compete against, maybe. Two on two team battle, at the risk of a joke?" She licks her lips. "You're teasing too much," she says, at last, reaching down for your ankle and pulling your foot away. "I was thinking I might be able to arrange a little interclass competition with another teacher, see if that could get the two to work together."

"That's very thoughtful," you reply. "But... I promised Reiko I'd help with her class president duties, and I already helped Kyoko with some study sessions in the past. Is there anything I can do to make working with the two of them more tolerable?"

She hums thoughtfully, taking a few bites of Yangfangi sauced rice as she considers the question. "Appeal to their pride. Competitive girls like that, they want to be able to say they're the best at whatever it is they set their minds to. You can use that. Don't be too blatant, though."

You nod. "That makes sense." The two of you continue to eat, Amaya's cheeks still flush with arousal from your earlier teasing. "What's the wildest thing you've ever done in the bedroom?"

"Oh, you don't want to hear about that," she says, with a little chuckle.

"Come on," you say, taking a bite. "Tell me."

"It's impolite to kiss and tell." She licks her lip, then smiles. "Fine. But it'll be our secret?" You nod. "When I was in high school, I had a girlfriend. Standard girls love," she explains, "but still. She'd have me tie her hands up, and wear a blindfold, and I'd eat her out off and on for hours." She sips her glass. "When I wasn't between her thighs, I'd use a bullet vibe to keep her wet."

"That sounds like quite an experience."

"Oh, it was," she says, smiling. She tilts her little box of takeout to plunder the last couple bits, chewing them up before speaking again. "Care to try to top it?"

"Do you still have that vibe?"

"I have a bullet vibe. Not that one in particular. It gave out years ago."

"How about I blindfold you and tie you to the bed, and see how long I can fuck you?"

She purses her lips. "I think you may have missed a crucial part of the story, Nanashi," she says. "I was the one doing the caring for my inert lover." She pouts a little. "You are too much of a dominant sometimes. But fine," she says. "Let me take a quick shower - I don't want to be dirty before we begin. There's a sleep mask in my nightstand, a belt in my closet, and the vibe's in the closet in the corner of the shelf."

"Right, okay," you say, and she stands up, going to her bathroom. You can hear the shower turn on, and you collect the necessary items from their various spots, piling them together.

When you finish, you briefly consider heading into the shower room - maybe she wants you to? - but her shower was apparently just a couple minutes long, because the faucet turns off and you hear her dry herself off for a little bit before coming back. Her hair is dry other than a few damp spots - perhaps she kept it out of the water's path - and she's totally naked.

"Ready?" She asks, with a smile and a tilt of her head, her body on full display.

"Actually, I had a thought."

"Oh?"

"Perhaps I should be the one tied up, blindfolded, and played with."

She smiles, tapping her finger on her lower lip as if she was considering it. "Hmm..." She draws it out unnecessarily. "I think I can oblige you," she says, with a big smile. "Why don't you lie down on the bed?"

You do so, and she straddles your body, slowly pushing your shirt up, leaning over you to kiss first your neck, then your chest and stomach as she peels your shirt the rest of the way off. She nibbles on your collarbone, giving you this delightful look with her eyes, as her fingers undo your jeans and slowly slide them off, rubbing your cock through your underwear as she looks up at you. "Nice, isn't it?" She breathes out. You nod. "I'm glad. I love making my partner feel good, you know," she tells you, nibbling your ear.

She reaches for the belt, gently sliding it around your wrists, tying you to the headboard. It's not a very tight binding - you could probably worm your way out if you had to - but you stay still. She pulls the sleepmask over your eyes, and breathes on your neck, then your chest, then your stomach, slowly teasing her way down to your groin. She pulls your cock out, stroking it softly. "Hmm," she hums, as if to herself. She presses it against something soft and fleshy, and when you feel an erect nipple, you realize it's her tit. "I wonder where I should put this nice, big, hard cock first..."

She licks your cockhead, the warmth and wet of her tongue on the tip of it surprising and pleasant. "I think," she says, running her tongue along the length of your cock, swishing it this way and that, the sensations unpredictable, "that I," she says, gently flicking her tongue around your crown, "will get you nice and wet."

She then completely envelops your cock in her mouth, her tongue sliding along your base as she does so, your toes curling in pleasure as she deeptroats you. The feeling of her throat wrapped around your cock makes you groan, and she gives you a little moan back, drooling plentifully on your dick. It practically feels like she's trying to drool as much as possible, her saliva cascading down inside her mouth as she slurps noisily on your dick, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulls back up. When she removes herself with a soft pop, your cock is covered in wet spit.

Then she shifts her weight on the bed, and her breasts press against your chest, as she leans up towards you. Her teeth find your lower lip, teasing and playing with it. She rubs her body against you, her wet sex along your spit-slick cock, sliding along her slit, teasing her clit and making her squeak. "You get me hot, Nanashi," she breathes out, softly. "Let me take care of you," she adds, whispering in your ear, her breath hot on your skin. She nibbles your earlobe. "I'll make sure you feel good. Let me take care of everything." Her lips kiss their way down to your neck, her breasts smushed against your chest, as she continues to tease you and draw it out, rotating her hips, playing with your dick that way.

After what feels like an eternity, she leans up, one hand gently directing your cock into her wet sex, and she's warm and enticing as you enter her. She descends slowly, breathing heavily, her insides twitching a little in pre-orgasmic pleasure. "A-ah, I, I don't think," she swallows. "I don't know if I can, mmm." Her hands grasp your chest for purchase, soft and silky on your chest. "Mm, was trying..." she licks her lips noisily, "to go with, without, coming." She pants, a little splash of wet - drool or girlcum, you couldn't tell - falling onto your stomach.

As she envelops you completely, she orgasms with a squirming moan, twitching noisily atop you, her cunt squeezing your dick hard. It's intense, clearly the product of her getting herself all worked up until she couldn't take it, and she collapses forward atop you, her breasts pressing into your chest as she whimpers in your ear. You decide to thrust up a little into her convulsing sex, making her squeak as her whole body bounces. "I like making you feel good too," you whisper in her ear, "so don't worry so much about coming."

She pants, and you can feel her nod. She comes down from her orgasm and starts to work her hips again, rubbing her tits against your chest as she rides you, breathing in your ear. "You like this," she says, "you're enjoying it?" You nod. "Good. Come whenever you like. I'll take goo~ood care of you," she says, squeaking a little as you thrust up into her. She starts to work her muscles down there, working together with the twist of her hips to really grip and work your cock.

"This is, really good," you admit, with a bit of a twitch. She hums happily. "Very, nnn, different. Most of my girlfriends, they just," you pant a little, "like to be used like toys. But you're a lot more attentive."

"Mm," she kisses your neck sweetly. "Don't be mean, Nanashi," she says, sweetly, nibbling your ear. "I'm sure they're all nice girls. If you want, maybe I could tutor them," she suggests, and that makes your cock throb. "I have a little confession, Nanashi," she says, kissing your cheek. "I like the faces you're making right now. I like making you make them." You can feel her tighten on your cock. "B-but, I don't think, I h-have the endurance, here." She squirms on your dick. "S-sorry," she pants, before coming atop you again, convulsing, shivering hard, her nipples scraping against your chest.

You start to pump into her as best you can from your position, making her squeak and gasp and giggle as you fuck her like that. Her whole body bounces with each thrust, because your hands are tied up so you can't just grab her and start to fuck her that way. "You're so, fucking, hot," you grind out as you fuck her, and she pants and moans as she comes again like that, her body flopping atop you limply as she orgasms, her fingers wrapping around your buttocks as if to drag you further into her. "I can't... can't stand it. I'm going to," you grunt.

"Go ahead," she replies, breathily. "Go ahead. Come inside." You let go, ejaculating inside her, and she has a sympathetic orgasm, her sex coiling around your cock as she hums and pants atop you, twitching noisily.

When the two of you come down, she rolls off you, catching her breath for long seconds, while you lie there, buck naked and tied up.

You tug your way out of the bindings, pulling off the sleep mask. Amaya is caked in sweat, her chest rising and falling. She smiles as you look at her, and you wrap one hand around her, pulling her into you. "That was wonderful," you tell her, with a little kiss on the cheek.

"Pretty good for me, too," she pants out, clearly a bit worked up.

"If sex with you is this good," you tell her, groping her butt, "I'd love if you tutored my girlfriends sometime."

She blushes. "I... do you have any not in my class?"

"A few," you tell her, with a gentle smile.

She looks relieved. "I'd rather... not get overly entangled, with my own students." She kisses your cheek. "Besides this one right here."

"Come on," you say, hefting her up. "Let's go take a shower, get clean." As the two of you wash under the spray of water, you speak up again, your fingers running along her stomach. "How would you feel about double teaming a girl with me?"

She licks her lips thoughtfully. "I think I'd enjoy that. How do you mean, though?"

"What do you mean, how do you mean?"

"Mm... my ideal for a threesome with another woman would be, hmm. You pleasing her, and me pleasing you; or her pleasinng you, and me pleasing her. Say, her on her knees, sucking you off, me between her thighs, eating her out. You fucking her, while I'm behind you and under you, licking you from butt to balls. Things like that."

You smile. "I'll definitely take that into consideration." You kiss her neck, soothingly, as the water gushes over the two of you.

"Yuriko would probably enjoy that kind of play the most, but since you don't want to get too entangled, that'll have to wait." You kiss her neck. "I'll see if some of my other girlfriends would be interested."

"I'll look forward to that."

The two of you snuggle in the shower for a while longer, before finally getting out, with you getting dressed. "I had a great time. Call me whenever you're feeling in the mood for some loving."

"I'll keep that in mind," she says, with a sweet smile. She leans forward and kisses your cheek. "Goodbye."

You tilt her head into yours, kissing her on the lips, letting your tongue slither into her mouth. She hums softly for a few seconds, then you pull back. "Goodbye, Amaya," you tell her.

She giggles a little. "Trying to be all cool and mature, all I can think about is your cute o-face," she says, with a smirk. "Have a nice evening."

You leave her, getting into the car with Shiiro. His voice comes over the intercom. "Where to next?"

"One moment, please, Shiiro." You call up Sumiko. "Hey, Sumiko."

"Good afternoon, Nanashi-sama."

"Where are you and your big sister right now?"

"We are at home. Chou recently got a video game console from another person at her college for a very low price. She is playing a 'dating sim'." There's a quiet yell from the other end of the line. "I am speaking to Nanashi-sama." Another yell. "She wishes to speak to you."

"Sure, put her on."

"Ey, Nan-chan. Hope you're not dragging my sweet younger sister off, we were just getting to the good part of the game."

"Actually, I was hoping to hang out with the two of you."

"Great. Come on down, I'll catch you up on the adventures of our heroine, Ke-ra-sa-ti-na," she sounds out, "and Bastard Doll. I'm sure you'll love to learn the resolution to this love story between a lonely noble girl and a magically animated yandere doll."

"Sure thing," I said. I clicked on the intercom. "Shiiro, we're headed to Sumiko and Chou's."

"Yes, sir."

"So tell me about their love."

"Right, so, Kris, she's a noble, who's bullied for her luxurious black hair, because in her country, all the nobles have blonde hair, so people think she's secretly a bastard. Not her dad, though! He believes in her! Anyway, she goes off to magic school, and it turns out, spoiler warning, she's really good at magic. She finds a disassembled golem-thing in one of the basements and puts it together as a school project. It comes to life! But now it's killing her bullies! What to do?!"

"What does she do?"

"Well. I'm not to the next decision point so right now she's hemming and hawing about maybe they deserved it? Or maybe she's being selfish? Or maybe the doll doesn't understand? Come on down and you too can be here live, live, live! For the exciting conclusion!" She giggles. "I have to warn you, the game's writing can be painfully on the nose, though."

"I'm looking forward to it, more for the chance to spend time with you and Sumiko than for a bad game."

"Hey, people poured their heart and soul into this bad game! You can't just say it out loud!"

"You're right. They could be listening in right now."

"True. They could. For all I know, this console has secret spyware in it."

"That'd be bad."

"Better get here quick, protect me from the bad men who will beat me for laughing at the fact that the yandere doll's name is literally 'Bastard Doll.'"

"Can't Sumiko do that?"

"Eh, she's too much of a baby, I think. I need a big strong manly man with big strong arms to protect me. You know Sumi-chan, she'd just break down crying at the first sign of a fight. Huh? Oh, fine."

The phone gets passed over, and Sumiko comes on the line. "Nanashi-sama. It is nice to speak to you again. May I assume you are coming to our humble abode?"

"I am."

"Good. I look forward to spending time with you, Nanashi-sama." There's a pause, and she gets a bit quieter. "It has been too long."

"It really has," you agree. You arrive soon enough, leaving Shiiro in the car and heading inside. Chou is on the couch, controller in her hand, while Sumiko greets you at the door.

"Ey, it's Nan-chan," Chou says. "We just hit a decision point, and Sumiko and I are split. See, Kris has confronted Bastard Doll about him killing one of her bullies, and he's all, I don't understand. I love you. They hurt you. It is only logical to hurt them. Blah blah. Anyway. What do you think?"

You look at the screen. Three options appear: "You're right. Let's hurt all the people who hurt me." "No! You can't do this, Bastard Doll!" "I should never have reassembled you! Die!"

"See, I think we should double down, see where it's headed. Sumi-chan thinks we should ditch this loser and get with a real man."

"Maracelusu is a good and honorable man. I do not see the appeal of this Bastard Doll character. He is rotten."

Chou snickers. "Rotten, maybe, but he's the nice kind of rotten."

"Save, and let's go, full throttle ahead, Chou."

"Alright then. Take a seat and let's enjoy the ride," she says, as she clicks.

The plot grows (?) dark very quickly, with Bastard Doll killing numerous students. Because he's not known to exist to the staff and faculty, it's easy for Kristina to get away with all the murder. Soon, a reign of terror is established, with Bastard Doll killing eleven students, and there's a "fluff" scene with him where you can see a corpse in the corner of the frame while he and the protagonist share tea.

The story doesn't end there, though! A magehunter is hired onto the school grounds, and the students begin to only move around in organized clumps with protectors, as disappearances become murders once one of the "disassembled" (cut apart) bodies is found. Bastard Doll stops his killing... for the moment.

"Accept your revenge as complete." "All of them. All of them have to die. It's not done." "Turn yourself in."

"I think we should double down. I mean, we're only stopping because of the magecop, right? That's a weak ass move. I expected more from Bastard Doll, to be honest." She snickers a little.

"Frankly, I believe this route to be stupid. Our protagonist should turn herself in. Doubling down will only make things worse for everyone."

"Let's just accept our revenge as complete."

Chou makes an exaggerated puff of complaint. The route quickly wraps up, with a semi (?) good (?) end, with Kristina and Bastard Doll living in a giant tower together. "Bluh. See? Bo~ring."

"This Bastard Doll character is unpleasant. I do not like him."

"He's cool. C'mon. Don't you like a guy who can take charge and bust some heads?"

"Certainly. Part of what attracted me to Nanashi-sama was his noble character and bravery in the face of danger. But this character is far from merely reciprocating violence. He is initiating it, and taking pleasure in it."

"Well, yeah, in real life, sure," Chou grumbles.

"In fake life, as well," Sumiko responds.

"Well, that's why we made a save point. Let's try the double down."

"Hell yeah," Chou says, loading a save, skipping back to the last decision point, and this time choosing that all of them have to die.

Unsurprisingly, the game quickly "bad ends," with the protagonist and Bastard Doll killing everyone in the school and claiming it as their bloodsoaked castle, with Bastard Doll apparently making a throne of bones and Kristina sitting upon it while cackling maniacally.

"Yeah, you go girl," Chou says, punching the air while giggling madly as the credits roll. "Hey, how would you feel about killing all the people who were ever mean to me and making them into a throne for me, Nan-chan?" She teases.

"Nanashi-sama would not do something like that."

"Damn," Chou says, snapping her fingers in an overwrought gesture.

"I can guarantee I'll protect you if somebody tries something while I'm around. But for stuff from a long time ago? All I can do is give you a kiss," you say, pecking her cheek, "and make it better."

She blushes a little, but smiles. "Alright, that's sweet. Now go take the girl you actually called and do whatever you were planning to, I'm starting to feel bad for distracting you with the dumbest game in the universe."

Sumiko very minutely perks up at that.

You take your fingers and gently cup Chou's chin. "I did want to hang out with you too, Chou," you tell her, before leaning forward, kissing her on the lips. You can feel the warmth in her cheeks, as you gently hold your lips against hers. Then you pull back. "Thank you for your company, it was a wonderful gift. Now, Sumiko has somewhere she needs to be, and so do I."

Chou smiles at that, confidence coming back. "Enjoy yourselves," she says, with a wink.

The two of you take Shiiro's car back to your home.

Your various girls slowly filter their way into the dining room. Momo, Noriko, Setsuko, and Sumiko are first, with Kimiko meeting each girl and directing them that way, while running interference for the rest of the family. Yuriko and Terumi come as a pair, apparently in Yuriko's car, and they're holding hands as they arrive, chatting a bit. Mitsuko arrives, nervous, petite, and Kimiko places her hands on the girl's shoulders and gently guides her into the dining room, locking the door behind her.

"It's so nice to have everyone together in one place, isn't it?" Kimiko asks, with a warm smile. The various girls nod - Noriko, Setsuko, Momo, and Terumi's nods are a bit more confident, since they know you're fucking Kimiko. "Well, Akiko will be bringing us dinner in about ten minutes. So, hm." She looks over the group like a lion hunting gazelles. "What do you think, Nanashi?"

"I think I should properly introduce our guests to my family. This is my mother, Kimiko," you say, gesturing towards her, "and my younger half-sister, Momo."

"H-hi," Momo says, with a nervous wave of the hand at the large group of women that you're fucking stupid.

"Now, let's go around the table. Noriko is my girlfriend, she's a little odd but she's sweet in her own way. Setsuko is her mother, she's also a real sweetie, and while she's my maid, I do care for her quite a bit."

"She's a very good maid," Kimiko chimes in. "And a very affectionate lover."

Setsuko smiles nervously, blushing a bit at the compliment.

"Sumiko, is my loyal servant, who has sworn to serve me," you continue. "Terumi is my loyal concubine, who will be at any of your disposals whenever you need her. Isn't that right, Terumi?"

"Yes, Master," Terumi says brightly, with a smile.

"This is Yuriko, my future wife," you note. "She likes other women quite a bit, but I think her attentions are mostly focused on Terumi at the moment, so don't worry too much about it if you're not interested. And last, but certainly not least, Mitsuko, who is a very cute girl who really likes to be told what to do. Isn't that right, Mitsuko? Nod." She nods.

"Well, feel free to talk to the others," you say, before taking Setsuko's hand. She's wearing one of those new dresses you bought her, the ones with the insane cleavage windows that are designed to show off her tits as a repudation of everything that prick Goro ever told her about her tits being gross. "Setsuko," you say, with a smile. "This is Yuriko," you say, bringing her over to her. "Yuriko, I believe you described Setsuko as 'the one with the tits.'"

Yuriko's eyes flash with recognition, and soon roll down to take in Setsuko's breasts, her mouth hanging open. Terumi politely closes it. "A-ah," Yuriko gasps out, eyes flicking up to Setsuko's face, the older woman blushing. "Hello, hi," she says, hurriedly stepping forward. She tentatively offers a hug, and Setsuko decides to indulge her, the two girls hugging one another, Yuriko's eyes practically rolling up in pleasure at the feel of Setsuko's pillowy tits against her body.

You take a quick glance around - Momo and Noriko are talking about you, while Kimiko is slowly drawing Mitsuko into a trance state, her fingers gently caressing the easily 'hypnotized' girl's cheek. Sumiko and Terumi simply offer some idle chatter to one another.

"Nanashi has mentioned you a bit," Setsuko says, politely. "You're his future wife?"

"A-ah, yes, I'm, that's me," Yuriko stammers out. She shakes her head, as if to refocus herself, but her eyes get drawn back down to Setsuko's bust, before she forces them up again. "That is quite the dress you have. I design dresses," she says, speaking a little fast, as if to force out the words.

"That sounds nice," Setsuko says, politely. She wraps one arm around you, pressing her tits against your upper arm, as if to drag you in and establish she's yours. Almost defensive. "Nanashi, is there anything I could do for you?"

"A-ah, let's talk," Yuriko says, obviously tripping over herself in her lust for Setsuko's big tits. She audibly slurps up drool. A glance shows Kimiko forcing Mitsuko down onto the ground, making her kneel, holding one finger up on either side of her head like a bunny or a cow, you don't know. "So you're a maid? Is that, is that a fun job?"

"Well. It means I get to spend lots of time with Nanashi," she decides on, smiling.

"Setsuko's very good at her job," you say, wrapping a hand around her. "She's also an incredibly considerate, sweet, affectionate woman." You lean over to her, kissing her blushing cheek. "She'll bring me breakfast in bed, when I'm actually in my bed," you say. "Sorry for sometimes not being there."

"It's fine," Setsuko says, leaning over to you, rubbing her nose against yours sweetly. Yuriko flushes with color.

"Doesn't that sound enjoyable?"

"Y-yes," Yuriko says. She swallows.

"Please, Yuriko, close your mouth. Setsuko is a very nice woman and to be honest? You're scaring her a little."

"A-ah, I'm not scared," Setsuko stammers out.

"You are," you whisper. You kiss Setsuko's cheek. "Don't worry. Yuriko may be a bit of a lezzo, but she's a big old softie deep down. She probably loves your tits even more than I do." Setsuko blushes brighter, and you let your hand fall from around her waist. "I'm going to go help Akiko bring in the food, it should be done by about now."

Indeed it is, and soon everybody is seated around the table, with Kimiko guiding Mitsuko back up into her seat, clearly enjoying the girl's trance state. Everyone seems to be enjoying chatting with one another, though Setsuko has seated herself firmly between Sumiko and Noriko rather than near Yuriko, who is obviously disappointed in that but has compensated by pawing Terumi's ass under the table. Terumi just worms in her seat to let her get to it. Momo nervously reaches under the table for your hand, and you take it, making her blush.

"Don't worry, Momo," you tell her, with a smile. "You are my precious little sister. None of these girls will hurt you, or even be mean to you."

"Let's eat," Kimiko calls out, and people start to dig in almost immediately, food being passed around the table.

As the food goes around, you collect the bits you like onto your plate, as well as some extra strawberries to feed your adorable little half-sister and your sweet autistic girlfriend when you catch the opportunity. "So, what were you two talking about while I introduced Setsuko to Yuriko?"

"A-ah, um," Momo stammers.

"We were discussing you. I mentioned that I enjoyed how you could easily lift me up and spin me around however you please, and you are very dominant with women in general, yet whenever I ask something of you, you acquiesce."

"Acquiesce?" You ask.

"To accept without protest."

"No, I mean -" You just shake your head, ruffling Noriko's hair patronizingly. "Is this true, Momo?" Momo blushes but nods. "Well, what were you saying?"

"A-ah, um." She swallows. "I was saying... that... you're really nice to me... you even made Kimiko be nice to me," she adds, with a smile. "That was really cool."

"I didn't make Kimiko do anything. She chose to be nice to you because she likes you." Momo smiles nervously, obviously not quite believing you. You take a strawberry and poke it at her lips, making her eat it, and she blushes a bit as she nibbles on it. "Really. That was all you."

"S-so, I could call her, an..." her voice drops into a whisper, "an onahole mommy?"

"Well. I wouldn't recommend it over dinner," you say, with an awkward smile. "She probably wouldn't appreciate that very much."

"That is an interesting nickname," Noriko says, blandly. "Hm. Do you feel you would enjoy intercourse with myself and other women if I used more creative derogatory terms to describe them?"

"It depends on the girl. Terumi would be fine with it, and probably Sumiko as well, but others might not be as considerate." You give her a little wink. "I suspect Kimiko would feel the need to reestablish dominance if you tried calling her an onahole mommy." You take a strawberry and put it in front of her mouth, and she dutifully chews it as you speak. "You should talk to Momo about it. She was surprisingly creative with my mother. I'm sure the two of you can come up with some great ideas to freshen things up."

"I see, Nanashi." She blinks. "Momo. What would you think if I was to call you, 'little bastard sex slave'?"

Momo's cheeks turn bright red, and she wears a little frown, but doesn't speak.

"Don't call Momo that."

Noriko stares at you blankly.

"It's obvious she doesn't like it."

"Is it obvious?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I apologize."

"Here. Let's try some other sexy names," you say, putting your hand on the top of her head and turning it away from you, towards her mother. "How about your mother. Can you come up with anything sexy for her? It doesn't have to be degrading, just being sexy or lewd is fine."

Noriko considers. "Big boobied maid. Large busty maid. Busty maid? Titmaid," she decides upon, finally.

"There you go. Now Sumiko."

"Muscle onahole." "Concubine? Broodmare? Breeding pet? Slave? Womb slave? Breeding slave." "Wifey. Slutwife. Darling bitch. Lesbian cocklust. Cocklusty lezzo. Cock-loving lezzo." "Hypno. Hypno... trance? Doll. Fuckdoll." "Onahole mother." "Hm." She stares at Momo as she considers. "Do you have any ideas, Momo? For a lewd nickname for yourself?"

"U-um. No?"

"Well then. How about just 'bestest little sister,'" you suggest, patting Momo on the head. She smiles a bit at that.

"She is your little sister, however." She tilts her head, as if something has occurred to her. "Little sister-in-lust." She wears a very slight smile.

"That's a cute nickname," you tell Noriko, who smiles.

You pull out your chair and pick up your plate, surprising Noriko and Momo. "You two scoot up together and get back to chatting. I'm changing seats." You do a bit of rearranging and slide your chair in between Sumiko and Setsuko. "Hello, beautiful," you tell Setsuko, "and gorgeous," you tell Sumiko, smiling. You gently rub Sumiko's thigh, and she smiles softly at your attentions. "I am sorry for not spending more time with you, Sumiko. You are one of the most controlled girls that I know, and I appreciate that."

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

"And that goes for you too, Setsuko - if I had my way, you'd always be cuddled up next to me to go to sleep."

Setsuko blushes and smiles. "Thank you. That's very sweet."

"So how are my buxom beauty and my gorgeous warrior?" You put one hand on Setsuko's thigh, giving it a squeeze too, making Noriko's mother squeak in surprise.

"I am doing well, Nanashi-sama, though I am glad you came to speak to us."

"Oh? Talking about something I could help with?"

"No. I just enjoy speaking to you."

You smile, leaning over to kiss Sumiko on the lips, tenderly at first, then more thoroughly, more animalistically. Your tongue slithers into her mouth, and you slurp on hers as it tests back against yours. You can feel as the girls stop eating to simply watch, each woman obviously wishing she was the one getting kissed like that. When you pull back, Sumiko's cheeks are flush. "I like talking to you too," you tell her, giving her muscular thigh a squeeze.

"How have you been lately, Sumiko? Still working on your sword skills?"

"I have, Nanashi-sama," she agrees, with a small bow of the head.

"You should find Fumiko at some point, enjoy a little spar. You'd both enjoy it, I'll bet," you tell her.

"That does sound like it would be enjoyable."

You give Setsuko's thigh a squeeze as you turn to her, making the older woman's cheek flush as she squeaks in surprise. "And you? Has work been hard?" She shakes her head, smiling a little. "Fitting in well around the house?"

"I... it's nice, being near you," she says, reaching down for your hand, gently squeezing it.

"You are such a sweet woman. Both of you are," you say. "You should really talk to some of my other girls. Perhaps not Yuriko, if her obvious lustiness is too much for you," you tell Setsuko, "but I think you'd like Momo, Terumi, and Mitsuko. Mitsuko's a little odd, though."

"How so?"

"She's very... well. A woman like you is sweet and lovely. Mitsuko is... a little trashy. Her tastes are a little trashy. I guess that maybe I helped her avoid ending up in a relationship with a bad guy, but unlike you all her fantasies of 'romance' are being locked away in a prince's tower."

"Is this a matter of concern, Nanashi-sama?" Setsuko asks, glancing over at Mitsuko, who is apparently being hand-ordered by your mother on what to eat, Kimiko relishing the absolute, docile obedience.

"No, no. It's an easy enough kink for me to handle. Just a little warning, if it comes up. She gets all her ideas on love from trashy romance fic."

"Understood, Nanashi-sama."

"You'll both be spending a lot of time with my other girls, so I do hope you'll branch out and meet those you haven't, yet. Oh, and Setsuko, Terumi's mother is around your age, and I think she'll be joining the harem soon, so you'll be able to have a co-girlfriend your age to do fun shopping trips with and just hang out."

"Oh, that sounds very nice, Nanashi," Setsuko says, with a sincere smile.

You take one of your strawberries and offer it to Sumiko. "How would you like to spar a bit with me come Tuesday afternoon?"

She swallows what she's been given. "That sounds very nice, Nanashi-sama."

"Let's call it a date. I'll bring you here, we can do it in our gym."

"Thank you, Nanashi-sama," she says, with a small bow of the head.

Again, you get up, going over to Terumi and Yuriko. "Master," Terumi says excitedly. "Thank you for coming to talk to me."

"I wouldn't ignore my beloved concubine," you tell her, stroking her cheek.

"Nanashi," Yuriko says, in a hushed, lusty voice. "Could you please arrange for me to get to play with Setsuko's amazing tits?"

"Well, you put her off a bit, Yuriko," you tell her, apologetically. "Tell you what. I want you to pretend that I'm Setsuko, and you tell me you want to play with my tits."

She bites her lower lip, eyes flicking over to Setsuko. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Oh, and apologize for putting her off earlier."

"Y-yes." She takes another deep breath. "My sincere apologies for being so forward. You're just so beautiful and sexy and can I please be gifted with the opportunity to massage your bountiful titflesh?"

"Okay. So what would you say if, prior to our relationship, one of the guys in our class came up and asked you that?"

"That's different. I liked girls."

"You also liked boys."

"Setsuko's one of your girls, can't you just get her to do it?"

"Yuriko. You are acting immature. Setsuko in particular has been through a lot. If you want to play with her, you need to convince her that she should play with you."

Yuriko frowns at your chastisement, awkwardly shifting in her seat. "I don't know how to hit on people! Even Terumi hit on me first."

That is true (because you ordered Terumi to do it). "You don't need to be desperate, Yuriko. You can have sex with me or Terumi any time you want, and we've had plenty of threesomes. Calm down, and think about this like something you want, not something you're over the top desperate for. What is Setsuko thinking, when you approach her like that?"

"...probably that I'm a weirdo perv. But I am!"

"You're a pervert," you say, reaching for her nose to give it a quick boop. "But so am I. You don't have to be a weirdo."

She frowns, thoughtful, closing her eyes. "Sorry. I have a really bad problem where I'm way too forward with people I like. You're really cute and sexy and I'd like to get to know you better."

"That's good. Being honest and making an effort to accomodate others is a big step in the right direction." You lean forward and kiss her. "You could even try now, if you want."

Yuriko stares at Setsuko lustily, licking her lips.

"...or maybe you should wait a bit so you're less thirsty about it," you correct.

You move on to Kimiko and Mitsuko. "Now chew. Chew slowly. Enjoy the taste. The taste is good. You like the taste, don't you? Nod for me." Kimiko offers you a wry smile as you approach. "It's Nanashi. Nanashi is your sex god, isn't he? Nod for me." Mitsuko nods. "Tell Nanashi that he is your sex god."

Mitsuko turns her head towards you, eyes vapid behind her glasses. "You are my sex god," she says, her voice dispassionate.

"Good. Now smile." Mitsuko's lips turn up. "She's very fun," Kimiko says, looking at you. "Tell Nanashi that you love his amazing cock and want to worship it every day."

"I love your amazing cock and want to worship it every day," she says.

"I see you found my little toy princess," you tell Kimiko, with a smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying her, but don't run her too hard," you say, running a soothing hand through Mitsuko's hair. "Good girl. Stay in a trance for now." You move around to your mother. "Mitsuko's a good, obedient girl, isn't she?"

"She is," Kimiko agrees, with a smile. You lean into her, letting your lips press against hers, your tongue slithering inside. Mitsuko watches blankly, while Yuriko watches with obvious lust, and Sumiko with stoic interest. She hums into your mouth, as you make out sloppily for what feels like long hours.

Finally you pull away, and your mother's smiling.

"Mitsuko wants to be locked away and possessively kept," you explain. "As you can see, she can be extremely obedient."

"I can tell," Kimiko agrees.

"Would there be a problem with me 'keeping' her, like she wants? Not today, but later, when I'm older, give her a room and never 'let' her leave the house?"

"Oh, if she's always this obedient, I don't care," Kimiko says, with a smile. "Not like that bimbo Mariko who just lounges around all day." She turns her attention to Mitsuko, and speaks softly. "Get out of your chair. Kneel in front of your sex god, Nanashi." Mitsuko obeys, kneeling before you. "Now lean forward, and start licking his shoes." She takes a napkin and tosses it down there. "Get them wet, and then use this to clean them off." Mitsuko just nods dimly, leaning forward.

You decide to just let it happen, as Mitsuko starts to lick your shoes clean. "Yuriko? Want to watch?"

Yuriko notices that Mitsuko isn't in her seat and practically jumps up, coming over to watch as the girl licks your shoes placidly, her expression blank as she works. "That's a good girl," Kimiko says, softly. "Keep working."

"What do you think about the other girls?"

"Mm? Oh, yes." She glances over them. "They seem nice. I know most of them already. I suppose I'd like to get to know Sumiko a bit better, but Setsuko seems to think the world of her, so I assume she's a good girl." She glances down at Mitsuko. "Use the napkin now, dear."

Mitsuko obeys blindly.

"What about having Yuriko stay the night so you can tutor her properly on how to be a good wife for me?"

Kimiko smiles. "That does sound nice." She glances back down at Mitsuko. "Tell Nanashi that you're thankful he let your disgusting tongue grace his shoes."

"I'm thankful you let my disgusting tongue grace your shoes."

Kimiko smiles broader at that. "What a wonderful little thing."

"Stand up, Mitsuko," you say. She stands up, staring blankly at you. You pat her cheek a few times, and she snaps out of it, blinking as her brain restarts. "So, what do you think about the house? Does it live up to your fantasies, princess?"

"It's very nice," she replies, nodding quickly, smiling. She picks up a clean napkin and licks it with her tongue a few times.

You run your fingers through her hair. "How would you like your own special room? Maybe we could have a little tower built in the back yard, and I could lock you away in it, where no other man could find you."

"Ah, that would be, crazy," she says, wild-eyed behind her glasses. Kimiko smiles. "It would be crazy to do that to a woman, just because you're jealous."

"I think," you say, leaning forward to peck her lips, your glasses clicking against hers for a moment, practically making her swoon. "You like a man who's crazy jealous."

Her cheeks flush.

"Kimiko, why don't you show Yuriko how to get Mitsuko into subspace?"

"Ah," Kimiko says, with a smile. "Watch and learn. Mitsuko." Her voice is sharp, and Mitsuko automatically turns to meet her gaze. "I'm Nanashi's mother. I decide who gets to live here, and who doesn't." Mitsuko nods again. "I want you to tell me that you're thankful that I'm so accomodating of you."

"I'm thankful that you're so accomodating of me."

"That's right. Now sit down." Her voice becomes soothing, rather than intense, and Mitsuko sits. You can already see her starting to fade into subspace. "Take a drink." "Tell Yuriko that you like her dress." "Tell Nanashi that you want him to fuck you." "Tell me that you're incredibly horny." She uses increasingly extreme commands, each one driving her deeper and deeper into obedience, as her brain just shuts off. She uses ones that Mitsuko would do on her own, and dials them up, until Mitsuko's just sitting there, her eyes staring at nothing, like she was an empty-headed doll.

You smile, and lean into Yuriko. "I want you to stay over tonight. Let your parents know. And be convincing. There'll be a really nice reward for you tomorrow morning if you do."

Yuriko bites her lower lip and blushes, nodding quickly, pulling out her phone to speak to her parents.

The girls are mostly finished with their meals by now, so once Yuriko's done with her phone, you clap to gather their attention. "I'm glad to have all of you, and I love you all. I look forward to spend the rest of my life with you. Now," you say, with a gesture. "To the bedroom." You smile.

Soon enough, all eight girls are in Kimiko's bedroom, the large bed inviting. You look over them. "Sumiko. Strip."

Sumiko does so without hesitation, saying, "Yes, Nanashi-sama." Terumi watches with obvious jealousy as you take her over to the bed, lean her head over the edge of it, and fuck her throat like she was the sheath she pretends to be. You verbally degrade her as you fuck her throat, and Noriko even chimes in with some commentary, calling Sumiko a 'muscle onahole,' and asking a few humiliating, pointed questions.

Then you ejaculate inside her mouth, leaving her to swill on your cum, and drag Terumi over to the bed, pushing up her skirt, pushing aside her panties, and thrusting into her. "Ah, Master!" She says, excitedly, clearly enjoying your rough play as you fuck her, your hands groping her tits through her dress and bra, your face a scowl as you make her come over and over again like that. "Come inside, come inside Master, I love your cum, I'm your obedient concubine."

"You're his breeding slave," Noriko chimes in, and Terumi promptly orgasms at that, her hips jerking wildly, her cunt convulsing, and you let go inside her, groaning as you do so.

When you finish, you take hold of Setsuko's hand, gently guiding her over to the bed. You lean her over it, flipping up her skirt, before squatting behind her and licking her wet sex, getting her nice and ready. She's squirming and blushing cutely as she's eaten out in front of such an array of other people, clearly still not used to receiving oral sex, but that just makes it all the sweeter to treat her like that. Once you make her come for the third time, you stand up and thrust into her, fucking her doggy style, leaning over her, groping her tits and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "You're so beautiful." "I love your breasts." "I love you." "You're sexy." "Every part of you is perfect." Her cheeks are bright red as she squirms beneath you, orgasming again and again before you finally let go inside her, leaving her to pant on the side of the bed.

Kimiko has Mitsuko back in subspace. "Mitsuko, come here. Kneel. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue." You place your fingers in her mouth, stroking along it. "My skin against your tongue tastes good. Me playing with your tongue feels good. You're going to feel more and more aroused from my use of your tongue. You're going to feel more and more pleasure from it." You keep going like that, until she's squirming in pleasure, her cheeks red, her glasses fogged up, just from your finger on her tongue. At which point, naturally, you slip your cock into her mouth and start to fuck her face, all the while telling her to stay calm, that it feels good, that she loves this. She wears a blank-eyed smile as her mouth is wrapped around your cock, and you make sure to give her a thick load on her tongue.

Noriko and Momo are next - you decide to fuck them together, the two making a cute little pair. You have them strip, then put Momo on the bottom, facing up, and Noriko on top, facing down, and rub your cock along where their slits meet. Then you start to fuck them both. Once you get their motors running, both having orgasmed without you even penetrating either, you start to tease them. "You're both cute little sadist dommes, but when it comes to my cock, you're just happy subs, aren't you?" They both moan in agreement, and you shove your cock into Noriko before flipping back down to Momo, going from one to the other and back again, luxuriating in the feeling of power it gives you. You ejaculate between, splattering both their stomachs with your cum, the two panting wrecks on the bed.

Finally, you're ready for your final duo, panting to catch your breath for a moment before turning to the two remaining. Your girls are all lined up on one end of the bed, panting and lying there and resting. Mitsuko's seated on a chair a few feet away, humming softly and sleepily to herself. You take Kimiko and Yuriko's hands, guiding them around to the opposite side of the bed.

"A-ah," Yuriko pants out, practically drooling at the idea. "An oyakodon pair? I get to, to join?"

"She really is so very poor at controlling her sexuality, isn't she?" Kimiko asks with a tilt of her head. "I suppose that explains why you seduced her so soon."

"How about you help Yuriko learn how to give a blowjob properly?" You ask Kimiko, smiling. "She's very new to the whole thing, especially with her lezzo tendencies." Yuriko blushes.

"Of course, Nan-chan. You should kneel, Yuriko," Kimiko says pointedly, and Yuriko kneels, swallowing. "Don't worry. I'm not going to be cruel, Yuriko. You're my future daughter in law, I want you to be happy, and it wouldn't make you happy to know that other girls can give your future husband much better blowjobs than you, would it?"

Yuriko shakes her head. "N-no."

"Good. Now open wide."

Yuriko's mouth falls open, and you gently run your fingers through her platinum blonde hair before slowly pressing your cock against her pretty lips and letting it slide inside. Her tongue dances a little in her mouth, lapping at you, as you pull her down.

Kimiko, for her part, kneels down behind Yuriko, making your future bride flush as your mother gets in close to watch. "Alright, good, I can hear that little tongue of yours dancing on Nan-chan's cock. Hum, moan, throw some vibrations in there." Yuriko does so noisily, trying her best to slurp and moan and hum simultaneously. Kimiko gently strokes the girl's throat, fingertips teasing it in a way that makes it obvious what she wants. "Are you ready to deepthroat my son's cock? You seem to be holding it only halfway in."

Yuriko swallows, her cheeks flush, and closes her eyes, slowly sliding her mouth forward. She gags and sputters on your dick, little tears forming in her eyes as she worms her way down. "Oh, I see," Kimiko says, in a tone of voice that radiates polite disappointment. "Some girls have this issue... perhaps it's related to your lezzo tendencies?" Yuriko's cheeks burn with humiliation. "Well, don't worry, it gets easier, and eventually goes away." Kimiko places her hand on the back of Yuriko's head. "Would you like me to help?"

Yuriko nods, doing interesting things to your cock where it's partially wedged in her throat. Immediately, your mother starts shoving Yuriko down your dick, forcibly plugging her throat with your manhood, fully forced as she chokes your future wife on your cock. You just groan, twitching, the feeling of her gagging, resisting throat only adding to your pleasure, as your mother grinds her face down further and further. You pet Yuriko's hair, trying your best to show her you really appreciate her work, and finally she envelops you completely, lips around your base.

Kimiko snuggles up behind Yuriko, then, her tits pressing into the girl's back, and she sputters and flushes at the feeling. Kimiko's hands run along Yuriko's stomach, and she whispers in her ear. "If you're a good girl and stay down there for a full minute, not only will it make it easier in the future, but I'll let my fingers slip down your pretty little panties and play with you as a reward. Would you like that?" Yuriko nods, gurgling. "Okay."

Kimiko pulls back a bit, leaving Yuriko to use only her willpower to choke herself on your cock, and Yuriko squeezes her eyes shut, trying very hard to focus. You pet her. "Good girl," you groan out. "You're doing, amazing. I appreciate you, putting so much..." You thrust pointlessly against her face as she gags and sputters, grabbing her head to keep her in place, your balls slapping against her chin. "So much effort, into pleasing, your future husband."

Yuriko's cheeks are streaked with tears as she nods, smiling as best she can around your cock. Finally, Kimiko yanks her off, and she takes in deep, gasping breathes, while your hard cock points up at the air, erect.

Kimiko's taken off her blouse, you notice - having been distracted by Yuriko's deepthroating - and her fingers slip down into Yuriko's groin, making the girl moan a little with delight, eyes rolling up in pleasure. Probably helped a long a bit by Kimiko's bare tits pressing into her back. "That's a good girl for my special young man. You keep that up, and we'll make a good wife of you yet." Yuriko sputters pointlessly, still heaving, catching her breath. "Now, in a few seconds, Nan-chan's going to tell you to come, and you're going to do it, aren't you?" She forces Yuriko to nod, grasping her by the hair to do so, and then she looks up at you.

"Come for me, Yuriko," you order. Yuriko promptly spasms in bliss, orgasming on your mother's fingers as she recovers from deepthroating your cock. Kimiko grabs Yuriko's head and slams her down your cock, plugging her throat entirely again, taking advantage of Yuriko's orgasm to make it easier.

She stands up, grinding Yuriko's face into your groin, and stands eye to eye with you, smiling wickedly as she twists Yuriko's head this way and that, the moans adding to your pleasure. She leans forward, lips touching yours, her nipples scraping against your chest, as she holds Yuriko down. She slurps noisily at your tongue as your glasses press against one another, and a glance behind her shows all six of your other girls watching with rapt attention, only adding to your arousal, making your cock throb in Yuriko's throat.

Yuriko twitches and sputters. Kimiko pulls back from your kiss, squatting down, pulling Yuriko up off your cock, letting the girl catch her breath - before thrusting her down again. "Sucking cock is so much better than licking clit, isn't it? That lezzo crap doesn't compare to a man, does it?" Yuriko deliriously shakes her head, eyes rolling around in her head. "That's good that you understand that. Smile for Nanashi, let him see that his future bride loves his cock more than any slut's cunt." Yuriko smiles up at you, sclera pink to match her red eyes, tears streaking her cheeks, drool coating her chin. "Good girl."

You can't help yourself - you let go, ejaculating in Yuriko's mouth, making the girl moan, her thighs twitching as she comes. Kimiko smiles, looking up at you. "That's it, Nan-chan. Fill this lezzo's mouth up with your cum. A man's seed tastes so much better than cuntdrool, doesn't it, Yuriko?" Yuriko nods deliriously. "Enjoy it. Swill it in your mouth."

When you finally finish, Kimiko pulls Yuriko's head off your cock, and a thin drool of semen splashes onto her chin before she tilts her head back properly.

Kimiko licks it up, making Yuriko shiver in pleasure; and then Kimiko kisses her, tilting her head back down, sucking your cum out of her mouth. Yuriko just moans happily as she gets to share a kiss with your mother, and when Kimiko's through, she turns to you, showing you your cum on her tongue, then swallows. "Tell Nan-chan thank you for teaching you how good cock and cum tastes."

Yuriko swallows, licking her lips. "Thanks for showing me how good cum tastes, Nanashi."

Kimiko gently pets her.

"Sumiko, Terumi, Mitsuko," you say, knocking the three girls out of their reverie of watching you. "I'm sorry, but you do need to be headed home. You can take a shower in Kimiko's bath if you need to."

"A-ah, yes, Master."

"Of course, Nanashi-sama."

"Y-yeah," Mitsuko mumbles.

The three girls soon depart, and you flop onto the bed, snuggling up next to your mother. "You all can stay," you tell everyone still present. "We can all have a nice big family cuddle. Setsuko, could you lock the door?"

Setsuko nods, rising from the bed, locking the door. Soon it's a simply massive cuddle pile - you on the bottom, Kimiko snuggled up next to you, little Momo and Noriko resting their heads on your stomach. Yuriko and Setsuko briefly argue, but Setsuko manages to get to put her head on your shoulder and snuggle in close, in exchange for Yuriko getting to grope her breasts from behind, a prospect that makes Yuriko practically drool in joy. You reach around Setsuko and pet your future wife's head sweetly.