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Here is the whole list of waifus I will write about.
Byakuren Hijiri
Komachi Onozuka
Hex maniac
Rouge the bat
Hotaru Shidare
Haru Hokomura
Komi Shouko
Anna Uzaki
Shantae
Modeus
Mipha
Midna
Aoi Asahina
Toko Fukawa
Celestia Ludenberg
Chiaki Nanami
Mahiru Koizumi
Miu Iruma
Chihiro Fujisaki
Mei Hatsume
Astolfo
Aqua (Konosuba)
Sei (VA-11 HALL-A)
Tomoko Kuroki
Bernadetta
Morrigan
Mei (overwatch)
Rottytops
Paimon (Magi)
Marin Kitagawa
Skyla (pokemon)
Rosalina
Futaba Sakura
Suu (monster musume)
Chika (kaguya love war)
Rachnera Arachnea
Peridot
Marina (splatoon)
Lusamine
Lucoa
Videl
Alipheese "Alice" Fateburn XVI
Alma Elma
Yor Briar
Yuri (DDLC)
Sayori (Ddlc)
Monika (Ddlc)
Natsuki (Ddlc)
Fern (frieren)
Purah (ToTK)
Goblin girls in general

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The door clicks shut behind you. Modeus leans against the counter, her crimson eyes tracking you, wide like a predator zeroing in. You can practically hear her thoughts, dripping with obsession.

"Missed me?" she asks, but it’s not really a question. She already knows the answer. Her lips curl into that teasing grin, a mix of lust and smugness. "You always do."

She steps closer, her hips swaying, every movement deliberate. The air between you crackles, hot, thick with tension, like static before a storm. Her fingers trace up your arm, nails just grazing your skin, enough to send that shiver down your spine.

"You think about me, don’t you?" she whispers, leaning in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Tell me. I want to hear it."

Her voice is low, almost a growl, dripping with need, as if the words themselves are wrapping around you, squeezing tighter, demanding a confession. Your throat tightens, but her eyes are locked on you, and there's no escape. She’s in control of this moment, and she knows it.

"I do think a lot about you, Modeus. Your heart shape eyes, your silky white hair, your hips, your perfect round breasts, your slender long legs. God even your ass is perfect!" I said with passion, a little intimidated by her almost yandere attitude.

Modeus' lips part in a slow, satisfied grin, her eyes glowing with that familiar devilish hunger as she drinks in your words. "Mmm, I knew you had good taste," she purrs, her fingers sliding up your chest, nails scraping lightly just enough to keep your pulse racing. "But hearing you say it... oh, it drives me wild."

She presses her body against yours, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her skin, smell that intoxicating scent that clings to her like sin. "You think I'm perfect, huh?" Her hips shift, pushing against you, deliberate, teasing. "Say it again."

Her hand snakes around your neck, fingers tightening just a bit, her voice dropping to a whisper, dripping with that primal, lustful energy she embodies. "Tell me how much you want me. Don't hold back."

Her lips are so close now you can almost taste the words before she speaks them, eyes locked on yours like she’s daring you to crack, to give in completely. And hell, maybe you already have. The room feels too small, too hot, like the walls are closing in, her presence swallowing up everything but the two of you.

I gulp and look her in the eyes as she litteraly over me. "You are perfect. I want you to ride me like a devil, pun intended, begging me to make you cum, either by dominating me or submitting to me!"

Modeus’ grin sharpens, her eyes narrowing with a mix of excitement and challenge. “Ohh, you’re not holding back, are you?” she breathes, her voice dripping with amusement and raw, ravenous energy. “You’ve got guts, and I like that.”

She pushes you back onto the bed, climbing over you with slow, deliberate movements, her knees straddling your hips. The pressure, the weight of her pinning you down, is intoxicating. “You want me to ride you like a devil?” She leans in close, her breath warm on your lips, her words vibrating in the air between you. “Be careful what you ask for.”

Her hips grind against you, just enough to send sparks shooting through your body, but she holds back, teasing, keeping you on the edge. “I can dominate you,” she whispers, her nails grazing the side of your neck, the promise of pain barely hidden behind her touch. “Make you beg for mercy.”

Her eyes darken, hunger etched into every feature. “Or,” she breathes, her voice softening, her lips just brushing your ear, “I can submit. Let you do whatever you want to me. But…” Her tongue flicks across her lips. “Either way, you're going to make me scream.”

She sits back up, looking down at you, those heart-shaped eyes glowing with unbridled desire, waiting to see what you’ll say, what you’ll do, what happens next. The tension coils tighter, everything hinging on the next move.

I see she timidly reach for my hands, holding it between hers, as she turn deep scarlet, making soft moans "Something wrong? We're... just holding hands." I know she was very old fashioned and didn't know about PRESENT lewd things, but about stuff that was considered erotic like 200 years ago, it is kind of weird.

Modeus’ whole demeanor shifts, her usual devilish confidence melting away as she blushes a deep scarlet, looking down at your intertwined hands like it's the most intimate thing she's ever experienced. Her soft moans, barely audible, betray the way she's struggling with this unfamiliar sensation—something as simple as holding hands.

Her grip tightens slightly, her palms warm and trembling. "W-we're just... holding hands," she mutters, eyes flicking up to yours for reassurance, as if she’s unsure if this is too much, too fast. Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip, trying to contain the emotions coursing through her, caught between her natural desire and this strange, old-fashioned intimacy.

"You don’t think it’s... too much?" she asks, her voice shaky but laced with genuine curiosity. "I-I mean, people used to get so... flustered by this. It’s supposed to be... so erotic. Like... like reading poetry together by candlelight," she explains, her innocence and misunderstanding of present-day norms making the moment unexpectedly tender.

The tension shifts, turning into something softer, more vulnerable. It’s almost absurd, seeing Modeus—this embodiment of lust—being undone by something so simple, so pure. And yet, here she is, clinging to your hands like it's the most scandalous thing imaginable, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath.

"Am I... doing it right?" she asks softly, her eyes searching yours, unsure but eager to please.

I let out a chuckle "Are you... up to date with current erotic things? Things has changed from last time showing ankles or holding hands were considere erotic and lewd, you know?" Her face of pure surprise tell me she didn't knew.

Her eyes widen, mouth slightly open in pure, unfiltered shock. "W-what?" she stammers, blinking rapidly like her brain’s short-circuiting, trying to process what you just said. "Things have… changed?"

She pulls back slightly, still holding your hands but her grip loosening as she tries to make sense of it all. “So, you're telling me… people don’t get all flustered by this anymore?” Her voice is soft, almost trembling with disbelief. “I thought—” She stops, cheeks burning even redder, almost glowing now.

Her confusion deepens, eyes darting around as if she’s searching for something in her memories, some clue she missed about modern sensuality. "But... ankles… holding hands… that was… I mean, that *was* the height of eroticism!" she insists, her voice rising, like she's desperately clinging to what she knows.

She lets out a little frustrated sound, half moan, half groan. "Then what… what do they do now?" Her gaze locks onto you, eyes desperate for answers, her innocence clashing with the devilish aura she naturally carries. She leans in close again, her body trembling with curiosity, vulnerability, and something deeper, more primal.

"Tell me," she whispers, voice barely audible, like she’s almost afraid to hear the answer. “What do people do… now? What have I missed?"

You grab your phone, pulling up a video with a grin as you see Modeus’ eyes flicker with curiosity and growing anticipation. The innocent naivety in her eyes contrasts sharply with the dark, heavy tension filling the room. “Alright, Modeus," you say, voice low. "Let me show you what people these days consider... erotic.”

Her breath catches as you press play. The screen lights up with sounds and images far removed from her 200-year-old concepts of sensuality—no poetry, no shy glances at ankles, but raw, uninhibited lust. The intensity of it hits her like a truck, her eyes widening, glued to the screen.

"What… oh… oh my..." Her voice cracks, a mixture of shock and fascination spilling from her lips. Her face flushes even deeper red, and she instinctively tightens her grip on your arm. "They… do *that*?" She can’t tear her gaze away, her body trembling against yours, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

Every new scene, every moan, every filthy movement on screen sends shivers through her. You can see it in her eyes—the gears turning, her mind trying to process, to adjust to this new, raw version of desire. “It’s so… bold,” she whispers, almost in awe. “They don’t even… care.”

Modeus shifts on the bed, her body visibly affected by what she’s seeing. “I never imagined… this.” Her voice is a low murmur now, full of raw excitement. She looks at you, eyes glazed, hunger starting to burn beneath the shock. "You really want to do... all this... with me?"

Her innocent surprise is fading, replaced by something much darker, much more in line with the devilish hunger she was made for. She swallows hard, her voice trembling with need. "Show me more." The night was only starting...

**20:00 - BDSM Play**

Modeus leans back, the surprise in her eyes now replaced with eager anticipation as you pull her arms behind her back, binding her wrists with leather cuffs. Her breathing quickens, the restraints digging into her skin just enough to leave marks, her lips parting in a soft gasp. “Tighter,” she whispers, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear. The whip cracks through the air, teasing her senses, the sound alone making her body tense. "More," she growls, her devilish side slipping through. You bring the leather down again, not too hard, just enough to make her squirm and moan, her hips pushing against you in response. Her body is taut, craving the release, each slap sending jolts of electricity through her veins.

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**20:15 - Anal Play**

Modeus is on all fours now, her back arching under your touch, her moans growing louder as your hands trail down her spine. “This feels so… dirty,” she mutters between ragged breaths, biting her lip as your fingers trace the curve of her ass. You tease her, fingers lingering, pressing in just enough to make her shudder. She pushes back against you, needy, desperate. “More,” she begs, her voice husky, breathless. Slowly, you press inside, her body trembling as she gasps for air, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. "Oh, hell," she groans, her body responding with every thrust, each movement sending her into a frenzy.

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**20:30 - Foot Worship**

Modeus lays back, her chest heaving as you kneel at her feet, the contrast of power palpable in the room. “This is… so strange,” she breathes, her eyes flickering down to you with curiosity, a mix of confusion and arousal. You lift her foot to your lips, pressing soft kisses along her arch, feeling her twitch under your touch. “Oh!” she squeaks, the sensation new to her, sending ripples through her body. You take your time, tracing your tongue along her toes, savoring every inch, her whimpers growing louder with each flick of your tongue. “I never thought… this could feel so good,” she mutters, her voice filled with awe and desire.

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**20:45 - Roleplay (Teacher and Student)**

Modeus stands at the edge of the bed, her hands on her hips, dressed in a tight, buttoned-up blouse and pencil skirt, glasses perched on the edge of her nose. “You’ve been a very bad student,” she says, her voice low and sultry, playing into the fantasy with that devilish smirk on her face. “And you know what happens to bad students…” Her fingers curl around a ruler, slapping it against her palm as she stalks toward you. You’re on your knees, pretending to beg, playing along with her role. “Please, Miss Modeus,” you say, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “I didn’t mean to fail the exam.” She grins, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Then you’re going to have to be punished.”

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**21:00 - Domination/Submission Flip**

Modeus is on her back now, her wrists bound above her head, your weight pressing her down into the mattress. “I thought… I was in charge,” she gasps, but there’s no fight in her voice, only the thrill of submission, the edge of vulnerability she secretly craves. “Not anymore,” you growl, leaning down to bite softly along her neck, earning a sharp gasp from her lips. She writhes beneath you, pushing her hips up, trying to reclaim control but failing. “You like being under me, don’t you?” you taunt, your voice dripping with dominance. She moans in response, arching her back, completely at your mercy.

**21:15 - Face-Sitting**

Modeus grins as she straddles your chest, her thighs tightening around your head, her body trembling with anticipation. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” she admits, her voice a mix of nervousness and excitement, her confidence wavering for a second as she lowers herself down. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, and the moment she feels your mouth on her, she gasps, her body going rigid with pleasure. “Oh… oh, yes,” she moans, grinding against you, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she loses herself in the sensation. You can barely hear her over the pounding of your heartbeat, but her words are clear enough: “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

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**21:30 - Exhibitionism**

Modeus bites her lip as you pull her outside onto the balcony, her body barely covered by a thin sheet. “Someone could see us,” she whispers, her face a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The cool night air brushes against her skin, making her shiver, but it’s the thrill of being exposed that truly sends shockwaves through her. You press her up against the railing, your hands roaming freely over her body as she moans softly into your ear, the risk of being caught fueling the fire between you. “Do you think they’re watching?” she murmurs, her voice trembling with excitement. The thought of being seen, of being watched, sends her spiraling, her body grinding against yours.

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**21:45 - Sensory Deprivation**

Modeus’ hands tremble as you slip the blindfold over her eyes, her breathing shallow as she tries to anticipate your next move. “I can’t see… I can’t feel… anything,” she whispers, her voice small and vulnerable, so unlike the devilish creature she usually is. You brush your fingers lightly against her skin, teasing her senses as she gasps, her body jerking in response to every unexpected touch. “What are you doing to me?” she moans, her hips arching off the bed, desperate for more but unable to predict what’s coming next. Every touch, every whisper, sends her deeper into the abyss of sensation, her body writhing under your control.

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**22:00 - Breath Play**

Modeus stares up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly as your hand wraps around her throat, just tight enough to make her eyes widen. “I trust you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with anticipation, her pulse quickening under your grip. You press down gently, watching as her breath catches in her throat, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Her body tenses, a mixture of fear and exhilaration running through her veins as she surrenders completely to you. “I can’t… breathe,” she chokes out, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensation overwhelms her, her body arching beneath you as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

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**22:15 - Hair Pulling and Rough Play**

Modeus moans as your hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back roughly, exposing the smooth curve of her neck. “Harder,” she gasps, her eyes rolling back as you yank harder, the sharp tug sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands claw at your back, nails digging into your skin as you bite down on her shoulder, her body shaking under the assault of sensations. “Fuck,” she growls, her voice dripping with lust, completely surrendering to the roughness of it all. Each pull, each bite, each harsh movement only fuels her more, her body craving the intensity, the raw, primal need between you.

**23:45 - Sensual Massage and Body Worship**

Aftercare isn’t just about the tenderness; it’s about continuing that connection, making her feel cherished even after the fire’s dimmed. Modeus sighs deeply as your hands glide over her back, the soft press of your palms working out the tension left in her muscles. “Mmm… feels so good,” she breathes, her voice low and relaxed, all the rough edges smoothed out now. You trace along her spine, fingers dancing lightly over her skin before pressing deeper into her shoulders, each knot releasing under your touch. “You really know how to… worship me,” she teases, the hint of her playful smirk returning as she shifts under your hands, enjoying the attention. You lean down, pressing a kiss to her neck, whispering against her skin, “Every inch of you deserves it.”

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**00:00 - Voyeurism Fantasy**

Modeus turns over, her body still buzzing from your touch, and she catches you looking—really looking. Her eyes spark with mischief as she bites her lip, realizing just how much you’re savoring the sight of her. “Like what you see?” she asks, that devilish tone creeping back into her voice. She shifts her body deliberately, her movements slow and teasing, letting you drink in every curve, every line. “What if… someone else were watching right now?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flick to the window, to the barely drawn curtains, a spark of thrill lighting up her features. “The thought of someone else seeing us, seeing me like this… doesn’t it make your pulse race?”

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**00:15 - Power Play and Begging**

She’s beneath you again, her breath ragged as she clings to your arms, her nails digging into your skin. “Please,” she whispers, her voice shaking with need, her body arching under yours. “Please… I need it.” You look down at her, her face flushed with desperation, her eyes wide and pleading, her lips trembling as she struggles to hold herself together. “Say it again,” you demand, your voice low, watching her as she squirms beneath you, caught between desire and submission. “I need you,” she cries, her voice breaking, her body quaking under your control. “I’ll do anything… just don’t leave me like this.” Every word spills out in a frantic rush, her body begging for release, for you to give her exactly what she craves.

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**00:30 - Mutual Pleasure**

Modeus flips the script, pushing you back, her body pressed firmly against yours as she straddles your hips, taking control. “You’ve had your fun,” she purrs, leaning down to brush her lips against your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “Now it’s my turn.” Her hands roam over your body, her touch both gentle and firm, her hips grinding against you as she seeks her own release. “You’re going to make me feel everything,” she growls, her voice full of hunger as she moves, her body writhing against yours, her rhythm steady and purposeful. You feel the heat between you growing, her moans filling the room as she takes exactly what she wants, her need matching yours, both of you caught in a cycle of mutual desire.

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**00:45 - Sensory Overload**

The night has been long, and Modeus craves something more—something that will push her over the edge one last time. You blindfold her again, her body already trembling with anticipation, and trail soft feathers over her skin, alternating between ice and warm breath. “I can’t handle it… it’s too much,” she whimpers, her voice shaking as the sensations overwhelm her. Each touch, each shift in temperature sends shockwaves through her body, her muscles twitching as she struggles to ground herself. “Please… I need you to stop—or keep going—I don’t know,” she gasps, caught between the pleasure and the overwhelming sensation, her body trembling uncontrollably as she gives in to the feeling.

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**01:00 - Exhaustion and Contentment**

By the time the clock ticks past one, both of you are spent, your bodies completely entangled, the heat of the night fading into a shared, heavy exhaustion. Modeus lays against you, her chest rising and falling slowly, her breath warm against your skin. “That was… unlike anything I’ve ever felt before,” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost dazed as she traces lazy circles on your chest. “I think I could stay like this forever,” she adds with a soft chuckle, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep starts to creep in. The world outside feels distant, irrelevant, as the two of you bask in the aftermath, your bodies pressed together, the connection deeper now than it was before.

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And with that, the night stretches on, the silence between you filled with a quiet, satisfied hum, both of you lingering in the moment, neither ready to break the spell.

Modeus lay beside you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, both of you panting, drenched in sweat, completely spent from the sheer intensity of the night. Her hair stuck to her damp skin, her body trembling slightly as she struggled to catch her breath. The room smelled like sex, heat radiating off both of your naked bodies as the reality of it all slowly settled in.

She stared up at the ceiling, her mind clearly still reeling from everything that had happened. "I… had no idea," she murmured, her voice shaky, barely above a whisper. Her body still buzzed from the lingering pleasure, but her mind—her mind was blown. "How… how did humanity get so… *creative*?" Her eyes darted to you, still wide with disbelief, her usual smugness completely shattered.

“I thought I knew desire,” she said, a small, exhausted laugh escaping her lips. “But this? This is on another level. How did things go from blushing over ankles to… this?” She motioned weakly at your intertwined bodies, still unable to fully comprehend how far things had evolved.

Modeus let out a deep, satisfied sigh, her hand reaching to find yours. She gripped it tightly, almost as if needing to hold on to something real after everything she’d experienced tonight. “I don’t think I can ever go back to the old ways now,” she said, her voice filled with a kind of awe and newfound understanding. "I might just be addicted."

"Well, that the thing. Those day, being addicted to this is incredibly negative. But in moderation, it is amazing. But remember human don't have the eternal stamina of demons, ok?" I tell her with a long sigh.

Modeus chuckled softly, the sound low and throaty as she turned her head to look at you. Her eyes still had that gleam of wild desire, but now they were tempered with a newfound understanding. "Moderation, huh?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "You humans… always balancing on the edge between indulgence and restraint."

She shifted slightly, her body still warm and pressed against yours. "I get it now. The rush, the intensity… it’s easy to get lost in it." Her lips curled into a smirk, though there was a hint of weariness in her expression. "But don’t worry," she said, squeezing your hand gently, "I won’t push you past your limits. Not *every* time, at least."

Modeus let out a small sigh, her breath finally steadying. "Though I gotta admit," she added with a sly smile, "I’m a little envious of you mortals. The fact that you *can’t* do this forever… it makes every moment feel more… precious, doesn’t it?" She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Guess I’ll just have to treasure it while I can."

She relaxed back onto the pillow, her head resting beside yours, her voice growing softer as the night finally started to catch up with her. "Next time, though… you better be ready. I’m not done learning. I want to know EVERYTHING!" She tell me, obvious lust flooding her eyes. I mentally prepare myself for next time...

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The neon lights flickered outside the club, casting a sultry glow on the streets as you stood next to Lusamine. She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress that clung to her every curve, her blonde hair falling in waves over her shoulders. Her lips curled into that ever-confident smirk as she caught you staring, her green eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and hunger.

“Feeling a little out of your element?” she teased, running her hand along your arm, her nails just grazing your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The air around her seemed electric, charged with her natural confidence and power. She knew exactly how to get inside your head. “I know clubs like these might seem… overwhelming for someone like you,” she purred, leaning in just enough for her breath to graze your ear. “But I have a feeling you’ll catch up quickly.”

The moment you both walked inside, the atmosphere hit you—dim lights, pulsing music, and a subtle, heated energy floating between the older women and younger men scattered throughout the room. Lusamine guided you with a hand on your back, leading you to a secluded table in the VIP section, a place where she clearly felt at home.

She crossed her legs, slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving yours as she leaned back into the plush booth. “So,” she started, her voice low and silky, “how do you feel about these kinds of places? Older women, younger men—some might say it's taboo, but...” Her smirk deepened, eyes gleaming under the soft lights. "I've never been one to care about such rules."

Lusamine’s fingers traced the rim of her glass, her gaze holding yours like a vice. “Let’s play a game,” she suggested, her voice teasing. “You ask me anything you want… but for every question, I get to ask one in return.” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, eyes daring you. “And remember, darling… I don’t play fair.”

"Older women? I thought you were young! Well my first question, if you don't mind me asking, is how old are you? Cause for me you don't look older than 25!" You said with a surprised expression on your face.

Lusamine's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in your question. She lifted her glass, sipping it slowly, deliberately, the tension hanging between you like a fine thread. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she purred, setting the glass down with a soft clink.

She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against yours, her touch as light as a feather, almost teasing. “But you’re not getting off that easily.” Her voice was low, sultry, carrying a quiet confidence. “I’m much older than I look, darling. Let's just say… well past the 25 you so generously guessed.”

Her gaze locked onto yours, daring you to push further. “Now, my turn.” She shifted in her seat, the subtle movement drawing your attention, her eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me… what is it about older women that intrigues you?”

Her smile was wicked, her tone full of challenge. "Be honest with me. I like it when men are direct."

You rub the back of my head. "Well I be honest, MILFs interest me. They are hot as fuck and have lot of experience, hehehe"

Lusamine let out a soft, melodic laugh, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she leaned back in her seat, clearly enjoying your candor. “Ah, so you appreciate the experience, do you?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful seduction. “There’s something to be said for knowing what you want and how to get it.”

She leaned in closer, her gaze intense as she searched your face, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a smirk. “And what exactly do you think you want from someone like me?” Her voice was a sultry whisper, laced with intrigue. “Do you think you can handle a woman with... a wealth of experience?”

She trailed her finger along the edge of her glass, a subtle movement that drew your attention, the way she moved radiating confidence and allure. “Now, it’s my turn to ask again,” she continued, her eyes locking onto yours. “What’s your favorite fantasy involving an older woman? I’d love to know what you’re thinking.”

You turn red and look embarrassed "Well.... do you know of the term 'Mommydom'?"

Lusamine’s eyes gleamed with amusement, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. “Oh, I’m quite familiar with it,” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “Is that what you’re after?”

You try to look at her with difficulty, getting redder in the face "y-yeah..."

Lusamine’s smile deepened, clearly enjoying your reaction. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “How adorable,” she teased, her breath brushing against your ear. “I think I could make that work.” Her fingers lightly traced your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

She could feel you shivering when her finger trace your jaw, as she know you are under her mercy at this moment.

Lusamine’s grin widened, her eyes darkening with satisfaction as she felt your shiver under her touch. “Oh, I can see you’re enjoying this,” she purred, her fingers lingering against your skin, just enough to keep you on edge. “You’re completely at my mercy now, aren’t you?”

She leaned in even closer, her lips just barely grazing your ear, her voice like velvet. “I could do anything I want with you,” she whispered, her tone dripping with control. “And the best part? I know you’d love every second of it.”

Her hand slipped to your chin, tilting your face toward hers, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “So, tell me, darling,” she said softly, her voice a dangerous whisper. “What do you want me to do with you?”

You start stuttering and being quite positively intimidated by her. "A-Anything you would like. I... I mean it! L-litteraly Anything!" You got cold shiver when she give me a pleasurable and sadistic grin.

Lusamine’s grin deepened, taking on that wicked, almost predatory edge that made your stomach flip. She could feel the effect she had on you, savoring the way your words tumbled out in stutters, how the cold shivers ran down your spine under her intense gaze.

“Oh, I like that answer,” she purred, her fingers tightening ever so slightly on your chin, holding you firmly in place. Her eyes locked onto yours with an unwavering, almost dangerous focus. “You really would do anything, wouldn’t you?”

Her voice was low, teasing, full of dark promise. “I could make you beg… make you completely mine,” she whispered, her lips just inches from yours, her breath warm against your skin. “You’ve given me full control, darling.”

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear, her words sending another cold shiver down your spine. “And trust me… I intend to use it.”

A few hours later, in Lusamine's bedroom...

The soft, ambient glow of Lusamine's bedroom filled the space with a warm, seductive light. The room was immaculate, perfectly tailored to her refined, yet dangerous aura—luxurious fabrics, soft silks draped over the bed, and the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

Lusamine stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, still in control, her presence filling every inch of the space. You could still feel the weight of her power hanging heavy in the room, your body tingling with anticipation, the memory of her touch lingering on your skin.

She walked slowly toward you, her movements deliberate, calculated, as if savoring the moment. "A few hours, and yet you're still shaking," she murmured, her voice soft but full of that same intense dominance. She leaned down, her fingers tracing your chest now, her touch just as light, just as teasing.

"You’ve been so good for me," she whispered, her lips barely brushing against your ear. "But I’m not done with you yet." Her hand trailed lower, her breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine once again. "This is only the beginning, darling. I told you I’d make you mine."

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes filled with that same wicked grin. "Now, let’s see how much more you can take."

As Lusamine's gaze locked onto yours, a strange, almost surreal *menu* flickered into view beside her, defying logic and dipping into a fourth-wall moment. The menu displayed her preferences, a list that seemed pulled straight from the depths of her desires:

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**Lusamine's Bedroom Preferences**
- **Kinks:**
- Power Play
- Teasing
- Verbal Domination
- Bondage
- Edging
- Sensory Deprivation
- Mommydom

- **Fetishes:**
- Control
- Roleplay
- Impact Play
- Light Pain

- **Domination Percentage: 75%**
- *Current Mood: Dominant*
- When under 50%, she may become more submissive, willing to surrender control for the right person.

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Her eyes gleamed as she seemed to catch my reaction to the menu, her smile widening, clearly in control. "Oh? Are you curious about how far I’m willing to go?" she teased, her voice low and dripping with dominance. "You’ve seen what I enjoy… but I wonder, are you ready to keep up?"

She glanced at the menu herself, almost amused by its presence. "Looks like the odds are in my favor tonight."

Lusamine’s eyes flicked to a second menu that materialized beside me, her smile growing even more predatory as she scanned through my preferences. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue and amusement, lingering on some of the more *exotic* and unexpected entries.

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**Your Bedroom Preferences**
- **Kinks:**
- Power Exchange
- Sensory Play
- Role Reversal
- Bondage
- Feet Fetish
- Degradation / Praise Play

- **Fetishes:**
- Exotic Roleplay
- Chastity Play
- Overstimulation
- Impact Play

- **Domination Percentage: 45%**
- *Current Mode: Submissive*

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Lusamine’s grin widened, her eyes now glowing with wicked delight. "Oh, I see…" she murmured, taking in every detail, every kink, every fetish that appeared on the screen before her. "You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?"

Her fingers traced a light circle on your chest, her touch teasing as she leaned in close. "I must say, some of these are quite… exotic," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. "But that only makes me want to explore them even more."

She stood up straighter, towering over you now, fully aware of the control she held. "Now, darling, which of these shall we indulge in first? Or should I decide for you?" Her voice was soft but commanding, her eyes locked onto yours as she waited for your response, clearly relishing the power dynamic.

Before the words could even leave your mouth, Lusamine moved with an almost predatory grace. Her bare feet slipped between your legs, her movements precise, expertly undoing the buckle of your pants in a fluid motion. In a matter of moments, your member was freed, and before you could even react, her soft, warm toes wrapped around you, rubbing gently but purposefully.

A shiver ran down your spine, your body responding instantly to her touch. The sensation of her delicate feet working over you sent shockwaves of pleasure through your system, and Lusamine smiled, noticing how completely under her control you were. “You’re so easy to read,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction.

She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto yours, enjoying every tremor, every shaky breath you took as her toes stroked and teased your length. “This is one of those exotic tastes, isn’t it?” she teased, tilting her head as her foot moved more deliberately, applying just enough pressure to keep you on edge. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take my time.”

Her foot continued its slow, deliberate rhythm, sending ripples of pleasure through you with each subtle movement. The power dynamic hung heavy in the air, her dominant nature clear as she kept you completely under her mercy, her wicked smile never leaving her face. "Let's see how long you can last before you start begging," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, knowing full well you were already close to breaking under her touch.

Just as you were about to speak once again, Lusamine’s other foot lifted gracefully, her toes brushing against your lips before slipping into your mouth. The sensation was immediate—soft, commanding, and utterly overwhelming. Her devilish chuckle filled the room, low and rich with satisfaction. "Ah, now that’s better," she purred, her eyes gleaming as she watched you with wicked delight.

Her toes pressed deeper into your mouth, your tongue instinctively wrapping around them as she continued to stroke you with her other foot. “No need for words now, darling,” she whispered, her voice dripping with command. “Just let me take control.”

The combination of sensations—her foot teasing your mouth while her other worked expertly between your legs—sent your mind reeling. Every movement felt calculated, designed to keep you completely at her mercy, her dominance wrapping around you like a vice.

Lusamine’s smirk widened as she felt you tremble under her touch, your body responding to her in ways you couldn’t control. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re mine now, aren’t you?"

She shifted her foot deeper into your mouth, enjoying the way you squirmed under her control. "You’ve given me everything," she whispered, her gaze locking onto yours. "Now, let’s see how far you can go before I let you break."

You only mutter a little "mmhmm" as you keep licking the toes of her left foot. She could feel your pre-cum between her right foot's toes, which amuse her.

Lusamine’s grin deepened, her amusement clear as she felt the slick warmth of your pre-cum between her toes. “Oh, you really are enjoying this,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her right foot continued its slow, deliberate movements, spreading your pre-cum across your length, teasing and stroking with expert precision.

Your muffled "mmhmm" only seemed to fuel her amusement. She watched you with those sharp, knowing eyes, her gaze fixed on the way your tongue eagerly worked over her toes, completely lost in the moment. “Good boy,” she whispered, her tone soft yet commanding, like she was speaking to someone entirely under her control.

Her left foot pushed deeper into your mouth, her toes exploring as she curled them around your tongue, every slight movement causing your body to tremble even more under her dominance. “You’re doing so well,” she cooed, her voice low and teasing. “I could keep you like this forever, wouldn’t you love that?”

The feeling of your pre-cum coating her right foot made her chuckle, a devilish sound that sent another shiver through your body. "You’re so close already," she teased, her foot working faster, slick with your arousal. "But I’m not done with you yet, darling. Not even close."

Her smirk grew even wider as she tightened her grip with her toes, pushing you further toward the edge. “Now,” she whispered, her voice thick with command, “beg for it.”

"Mmmhmm! Mmmm~!" You start begging pathetically as her foot still mute your mouth. She start to get rather aroused and excited by the prospect of a really obedient little bitchboy.

Lusamine’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched you squirm beneath her, your pathetic, muffled moans only heightening her arousal. The way you desperately begged through the gag of her foot, licking and sucking with abandon, sent a surge of excitement through her. She could feel your body trembling, your submission so complete, so raw, that it sparked something primal in her.

“Mmm, just look at you,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction, the control making her even more eager. Her foot in your mouth pushed deeper, her toes curling around your tongue, feeling every quiver, every pathetic attempt to speak. “My little bitch… so obedient, so eager to please.”

Her other foot pressed harder against your length, sliding expertly along your shaft, now coated in your pre-cum, her toes stroking and teasing with ruthless precision. Each stroke was slow, deliberate, calculated to push you further into that heady space of desperation.

“You really are pathetic,” she growled softly, her voice tinged with excitement as her body started to respond to your submission. “But I like you this way… completely under my control.” She could feel the tension in your body building, your need for release evident in every shiver, every moan, and it only fueled her desire.

“I could make you wait,” she whispered, her breath hot and heavy as she leaned in close, her lips brushing your ear. “Make you beg even more. But watching you like this… so desperate, so weak… it’s making *me* want things too.”

Her breath quickened, her own arousal rising as she continued her relentless teasing, her dominance over you absolute. "Keep begging, darling," she commanded, her voice a mix of desire and cruelty. "Let me hear how much you need me."

Lusamine’s arousal intensified as she watched you squirm beneath her, completely at her mercy, your muffled begs fueling her lust. She couldn’t resist any longer, her free hand slipping down between her legs, fingers pressing and rubbing against the damp fabric of her panties. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as she teased herself, loving every second of the control she held over you.

“You’re making me so wet,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire, her eyes locking onto yours as her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles over her panties. “Seeing you like this… so pathetic, so desperate… it’s driving me wild.”

Her toes in your mouth curled slightly, pressing deeper, savoring the way you sucked and licked at them, completely submissive to her. Her other foot never stopped, sliding up and down your length, teasing you with every slick stroke. She loved the way your body responded to her, trembling, leaking pre-cum between her toes, a mess of need and arousal.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice husky as she rubbed herself harder through her panties, her own pleasure building in time with your desperation. “You’ll do anything for me, won’t you? You’ll stay just like this… until I decide you’ve earned it.”

Her breathing quickened, her fingers pressing harder as her own arousal began to peak. “Beg for it,” she growled, her voice more urgent now, her control slipping just enough to let you see the effect you had on her. “Beg for me to let you cum… while I do the same.”

Before you could utter another muffled sound, Lusamine’s eyes flashed with that commanding intensity, and she silenced you with a single, sharp word. “Enough,” she hissed, pulling her toes from your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath.

Without missing a beat, she moved, her fingers now slipping beneath her panties, her arousal undeniable as her own moans began to escape her lips. “I didn’t ask for words,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with a mix of cruelty and lust. “I want that mouth elsewhere.”

She moved her hips, positioning herself just above your face, the scent of her arousal filling your senses. “Lick,” she ordered, her voice sharp, no room for defiance. Her other foot continued its slow, torturous strokes along your cock, keeping you on the edge of release while offering no mercy.

Her eyes never left yours, her fingers still teasing herself as she pressed her wet pussy to your mouth, demanding your obedience. “Make me cum,” she growled softly, her tone dripping with authority and arousal. “If you do well, I *might* let you cum too. But you’re going to have to *earn* it.”

Her foot tightened its grip on your cock, each stroke faster now, keeping you right on the brink while her hips pressed harder against your face.

Lusamine’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly as your tongue worked over her wet pussy. Her usual composed demeanor faltered for a moment, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt your obedience in every lick, every flick of your tongue against her. Her moans, though still controlled, came in soft waves, betraying just how much pleasure she was taking from you.

Her grip on your cock tightened, her toes stroking you faster, slick with your pre-cum. She could feel you growing harder under her touch, each pulse of your member making her grin with wicked satisfaction. “Mmm… good boy,” she purred, her voice breathy, tinged with lust as she rocked her hips against your face, chasing her own release.

Her hand gripped your hair, pulling your face even tighter against her as her moans became more frequent, more desperate. “You feel that?” she whispered between heavy breaths. “That’s what you do to me… when you listen so well.”

Her toes continued their relentless work on your cock, each movement timed perfectly with the way her hips rolled against your mouth. “Don’t stop,” she growled, her voice trembling with pleasure now. “Make me cum, and maybe—just *maybe*—I’ll let you cum too.”

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as you pushed her closer to the edge, the power dynamic between you palpable, every gasp, every moan a testament to the control she held over you.

Lusamine’s body tensed, her back arching as she let out a deep, breathless moan. Her hips ground harder against your face as she came, her release coating your mouth and chin. You could feel her tremble above you, the grip on your hair tightening for just a moment before she let out a satisfied sigh.

As she reached her peak, the pressure and teasing from her foot were too much for you to handle, and without warning, you came, your release spilling over her toes, soaking them with your cum. You gasped, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure shaking your body as you lay beneath her, spent and panting.

For a moment, there was silence, just the sound of both of you catching your breath. Then Lusamine shifted, her eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction but gleaming with playful disappointment. “Oh, darling…” she cooed, her tone a mix of amusement and chastisement. “You came without my permission.”

She lifted her foot, coated in your release, and wiggled her toes, watching the sticky strands stretch between them. “You really couldn’t hold back, could you?” she teased, her voice full of playful mockery as she brought her cum-covered toes up to your mouth. “I’m going to have to punish you for that, aren’t I?”

She grinned wickedly, her dominant nature returning in full force as she pressed her toes against your lips. “Clean it up,” she ordered, her voice dripping with both pleasure and authority. "And next time... you wait for *my* command before you even think about cumming again."

"Yes mistress~ mmmmm ♡" You said like in a daze, still licking her juicy snatch with pleasure in your voice. Lusamine’s grin widened, clearly reveling in the power she held over you. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice low and filled with satisfaction as you continued to worship her with your mouth. The way you obediently licked her pussy, your voice full of dazed pleasure, only served to heighten her excitement.

Her toes pressed harder against your lips, slick with both your release and hers, and she chuckled softly at your complete submission. “That’s right, darling,” she whispered, her voice dripping with command. “You belong to me now, don’t you?”

She shifted slightly, rolling her hips against your face, savoring each little moan that escaped your lips as you continued to pleasure her. “Keep licking,” she commanded, her tone growing darker, more indulgent. “I want to hear every moan, every little sound of submission.”

Her breath quickened again as your tongue worked deeper, sending ripples of pleasure through her already satisfied body. “Mmm, I could keep you like this forever,” she sighed, her eyes half-lidded in bliss. "You're mine... completely."

Lusamine lay back on the bed, her body completely relaxed, basking in the pleasure of your obedient attention. Her fingers threaded through your hair, petting you softly, a satisfied smile curling at her lips as she watched you continue to lick her pussy. The slow, rhythmic strokes of your tongue sent shivers up her spine, and the gentle, almost affectionate way she stroked your hair was a stark contrast to the dominance she’d displayed earlier.

“Mmm… just like that,” she murmured, her voice a low, pleased hum. “You’re so good at this, darling.” Her words were laced with both praise and control, keeping you firmly under her command even as she softened her tone.

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your mouth against her, the soft wet sounds filling the room as you worshipped her. Her fingers continued to move gently through your hair, stroking and pulling lightly, a silent signal of her approval.

“You could stay down there forever, couldn’t you?” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, dripping with satisfaction. “I could feel you licking me for hours, and I know you wouldn’t stop until I said so.”

Her body trembled slightly as another wave of pleasure washed over her, though she remained in control, savoring every second. “Such a good boy… so eager to please.”

Lusamine’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her toes curling as the sensation of your tongue moving deeper inside her sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She tightened her grip on your hair, pulling just enough to remind you who was in control, even as her moans grew a little louder, her breath quickening.

“Such an obedient little pet,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You know exactly what your mistress needs.” Her cum-stained toes flexed and curled as she reveled in the power dynamic, feeling your eager tongue driving her closer to the edge once again.

Each movement of your tongue seemed to coax even more moans from her, her fingers still stroking your hair in a mix of tenderness and control. “Deeper,” she commanded, her voice low and husky, her legs trembling slightly as she pushed her hips toward you. “I want to feel every inch of your devotion.”

Her body shivered with anticipation, her toes curling tighter as her pleasure built once again. “You really know how to worship your mistress, don’t you?” she breathed, her moans growing softer but more intense. “Keep going, darling… make me cum again, and maybe I’ll reward you properly.” She purred happily once again, enjoying the pleasure you were giving her. "Maybe i should keep you as a pet for me, you adorable little boytoy~." She said, petting my head. Maybe you should become her pet. After all, only pleasure await you with Lusamine.

Chapter Text

You’re an Octoling, standing at the entrance of a bustling Inkopolis plaza as the evening sun dips below the horizon, casting vibrant orange and pink hues over the city. Neon signs flicker to life as you glance around, spotting the venue where you’ve planned to meet *Marina*. The city feels alive with music and energy, the perfect backdrop for your date.

Marina waits for you at *The Shellter*, a popular underground club where Inklings and Octolings alike gather to unwind after intense Turf Wars. As you step inside, the thumping bass from the DJ booth vibrates through the floor, and the dim neon lighting sets the perfect mood for a night of fun.

You spot her instantly—Marina, standing by the bar, her signature headphones hanging around her neck and her teal-tipped tentacles shimmering under the club's blacklights. She’s wearing a sleek, casual outfit, clearly relaxed and excited to see you. Her eyes light up when she catches sight of you, and a warm smile spreads across her face.

“You made it!” she says with a wave, her voice carrying just enough over the music. As you approach, she steps closer, her presence both electrifying and comforting at the same time. “I hope you’re ready to dance,” she teases, giving you a playful nudge. “Or maybe grab something to drink first?”

The atmosphere in the club is wild, with Inklings and Octolings everywhere—some dancing, others chatting in booths, and a few engaged in friendly Splatoon matches on the big screens. It’s a mix of competition and relaxation, but all eyes seem to drift toward Marina as she moves. You can feel the energy between the two of you crackling in the air, her effortless charm drawing you in.

“So,” she asks, tilting her head with a playful grin, “what’s the plan, partner? Dance battle first, or should we take it slow with a drink and chat?” The teasing glint in her eye suggests she’s ready for whatever comes next.

"Mmmm what about a drink first then we could dance, before maybe do some more... kinky tango~" You wink, looking at her with a sultry smile.

Marina chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your boldness. "A kinky tango, huh?" she teases, raising an eyebrow as her grin widens. "I like the sound of that."

She motions for you to follow her to the bar, where neon-lit drinks in all shades of the rainbow are lined up, glowing under the lights. You take a seat beside her as she orders a couple of drinks, her fingers lightly tapping the bar to the rhythm of the music pulsing through the club.

"So, tell me," she begins, turning toward you as the bartender slides your drinks over, "what’s a girl like you doing flirting with a DJ like me?" Her playful tone is laced with curiosity, but there’s a warmth in her eyes as she takes a sip from her glass, clearly interested in your response.

The club around you feels distant for a moment as you lock eyes with Marina, the energy between you simmering beneath the surface. The drinks only seem to enhance the vibe, loosening the tension in your body as you sip and chat, the playful banter between you growing more charged with each passing second.

Marina leans in slightly, her gaze intense yet teasing. "You know, I don’t get asked out on many dates," she admits, her voice soft but full of that same playful edge. "But I’m starting to think I should do this more often—especially if it means dancing with you later."

The music shifts, becoming more energetic, and you can feel the pulse of the beat running through your body, mixing with the thrill of being here with Marina.

"You don't get ask that much? How so! You are freaking gorgeous!" You said in surprise as she wink at your eyes.

Marina chuckled, her eyes lighting up as she gave you a playful wink. “Oh, I don’t know,” she teased, her voice smooth and teasing. “Maybe people are just too intimidated by my talent on stage.” She leaned in closer, her smile widening as she brushed a lock of her shimmering tentacle hair behind her ear. “Or maybe they just don’t know how to handle a girl like me.”

Her eyes flicked down to her drink for a second, then back up to meet yours, her expression softening slightly. “But you… you’re different,” she said, her voice growing more sincere. “Not afraid to make the first move. I like that.”

The compliment hung in the air between you, the energy shifting to something more intimate as the music thumped around you. “Gorgeous, huh?” Marina repeated, her voice lower now, playful but carrying a weight behind it. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know. Maybe that’s why I agreed to this date.” She took another sip of her drink, eyes never leaving yours.

She set her glass down with a soft clink, leaning just a little closer, her lips curving into that mischievous smile. “So… you ready to hit the dance floor and show me what else you’ve got, or are you still gathering the courage for that ‘kinky tango’ you promised?”

You blushes a little, chuckling nervously before realizing something. "W-wait, I forgot, but aren't you already in a relationship? With Pearl?" She laugh at this, confirming your question, but telling you something very surprising: they are in an open relationship!
"Wait what?! Really?"

Marina burst into a fit of soft laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement at your reaction. "Yeah, it's true," she said with a grin. "Pearl and I are close, but we’re in an open relationship. We both agreed that it’s cool to explore… other connections." Her tone was casual, but there was a playful glint in her eyes, as if she enjoyed catching you off guard.

You blinked, still processing the surprise. "Wait, really? That’s… wow," you said, your voice full of disbelief. “I had no idea!”

Marina chuckled again, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Yeah, it shocks people sometimes, but we’re both super confident in our relationship. We’ve always had a strong bond, and we trust each other enough to explore other things. It's more fun than you’d think."

She leaned back slightly, swirling her drink around in her hand. "Besides, Pearl’s totally cool with it. She’s got her own stuff going on, and so do I." Her gaze flicked back to you, and her smile widened a little. "So… you don’t have to worry about her. Tonight, it’s just you and me."

Her words hung in the air, the atmosphere between you charged with a new energy. You could feel your heart racing a little faster, not just from the music thumping in the background, but from the way she was looking at you now—playful, confident, and completely in control of the moment.

"Well.... it's might be a little.... egoistic of me but hum..." you start turning redder and redder. "I had some... lewd dream of getting in a threesome with either you and Pearl or the Squid Sister..." You said timidly, your normally blue tentacles turning deep purple from the redness of oyur cheeks.

Marina’s eyes widened slightly at your confession, and then she let out a soft, amused chuckle, clearly not expecting your admission. She leaned in closer, her smile turning mischievous as she took in the sight of your purple-flushed tentacles. “Ohh, now *that’s* interesting,” she teased, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I didn’t realize you had such *ambitious* dreams, but I gotta admit, I’m flattered.”

Her fingers brushed lightly over the back of your hand, sending a small jolt of electricity through you. “A threesome with me and Pearl, huh?” she continued, her grin widening as she playfully toyed with the idea. “I can’t say I’ve never thought about it myself… but the Squid Sisters? That’s bold.”

Marina tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving yours, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having on you. “You really don’t hold back, do you? I like that.” She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest as she bit her lip, pretending to think it over.

“Well, I can’t make any promises,” she said with a smirk, “but Pearl does love a little chaos every now and then. And the Squid Sisters? Hmm… who knows?” She let out another laugh, clearly enjoying your nervousness as you turned redder by the second.

She leaned in close again, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But for now… why don’t we see how well you can handle *just* me, hmm?”

"O-of course! So wanna dance? Or find a more secluded location?" You said with a bright smile on your lips.

Marina’s grin widened at your response, clearly amused by your eagerness. She finished the last sip of her drink, setting the glass down before standing up, her movements fluid and confident. “Dancing sounds fun,” she said, her voice teasing. “But a more *secluded* location? Now that’s tempting.”

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against your arm as she leaned in, her voice lowering to a playful whisper. “Tell you what,” she said, her lips just inches from your ear. “Let’s start with a dance. If you can keep up with me, maybe… just maybe, we’ll find somewhere more private afterward.”

She winked, her eyes gleaming under the neon lights as she took your hand and led you toward the dance floor. The music pulsed around you, and the energy in the room seemed to shift as the two of you stepped into the center, the crowd parting just slightly to make space.

Marina’s body moved effortlessly to the beat, her hips swaying in time with the music, her tentacles shimmering under the lights. She was confident, her movements graceful but with a hint of playful sensuality, and she glanced back at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying the game she’d set up.

“Think you can keep up with me?” she teased, her eyes locking onto yours as the music thumped louder around you.

You do your best to shake your body to the beat, until you gasp, feeling Marina's hand on your thick ass. "Oh! O-oh my, didn't knew you that bold~" You giggle and shake your booty agains't her hand.

Marina’s grin widened as her hand lingered on your thick ass, her touch firm yet playful. “What can I say?” she teased, her voice low and sultry as her fingers gave you a light squeeze. “I like to keep things interesting.”

The music thumped around you, and the beat seemed to sync with the energy between the two of you as you shook your booty, feeling Marina’s gaze on you. She chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Besides,” she added, her lips curving into a mischievous smile, “you’ve got a lot to work with. Hard to resist.”

Her hand trailed up your side, her touch sending a shiver down your spine as she leaned in closer, her body pressing lightly against yours. “You’re not the only one who can be bold, you know,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Let’s see how much more of this you can handle.”

Her words were a challenge, and her hand moved back down to your ass, giving it another squeeze as the music pulsed around you, the energy between you building with every movement. “Keep shaking it for me,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful dominance.

You give her a playfully hip hit. "Only if you also shake those booty cheeks, DJ_Hyperfresh~" You giggle and keep shaking your ass against hers.

Marina let out a delighted laugh as your hips playfully bumped against hers, the energy between you electric. “Oh, so you want me to join in, huh?” she teased, flashing you a mischievous grin. “Alright, you asked for it.”

She turned, her hips swaying rhythmically to the beat as she matched your movements, her body pressing back against yours. The crowd around you faded into the background as the two of you danced together, your hips moving in sync, the playful challenge between you intensifying with each passing second.

Marina glanced over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming under the neon lights as she shook her booty against yours, clearly enjoying the game. “How’s that for you, huh?” she teased, her voice full of confidence. “DJ_Hyperfresh knows how to move.”

Her hands slid back down to your waist, pulling you a little closer as your bodies moved together to the music. “You better keep up,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Or maybe I’ll have to take control and show you how it’s done.”

Not being able to resist anymore, I grab her hand and bring her to a private booth, far from prying eyes.

Marina let out a soft laugh as you pulled her into the private booth, her hand gripping yours tightly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and desire. The tension between you had reached its peak, and both of you were clearly ready for something more intimate. But as you both sat down, breathing heavy with anticipation, it hit you both like a sudden realization.

She gave you a playful, almost sheepish grin, leaning back slightly as her eyes flicked between yours. “So… we’ve got a little problem, huh?” she teased, her voice still sultry, but with a hint of amusement. “You’re a bottom, i'm assuming… and, well…” She trailed off, laughing softly. “So am I.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her lip, looking more playful than embarrassed. “Guess we’re gonna have to figure something out, huh?” she said with a wink, leaning closer to you. “Unless you wanna… negotiate?” The challenge was still there, but now it was mixed with playful curiosity, both of you realizing you’d hit a hilarious, if awkward, impasse.

Marina leaned back in the booth, crossing her arms over her chest as she chuckled. “So… what now?” she asked, her voice full of warmth and teasing. “You and I both want someone to take charge, but neither of us is stepping up… seems like we’ve got a bit of a standoff.”

She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Maybe we can take turns… or figure out who’s gonna give in first?” Her voice dropped lower, her gaze never leaving yours. “Because one way or another… I don’t plan on leaving this booth without some satisfaction, and I’m pretty sure you feel the same.”

"Well.... I'm assuming Pearl is the top in your relationship right? What do she usually do? I could... hum... maybe try to mimic that? Otherwise why don't we... heu... call her and ask to join...?" You turn red once again, nervously playing with your hair tentacle.

Marina’s eyes widened slightly at your suggestion, and then she burst into a soft, playful laugh, clearly enjoying the turn of events. “Yeah, Pearl’s definitely the top in our relationship,” she admitted, her grin widening. “She likes to take control, and trust me, she’s good at it.”

Her eyes flicked down to your hands, watching you nervously play with your fingers, her own cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. “You wanna… mimic her, huh?” she teased, leaning in a little closer, her voice soft but full of playful curiosity. “I’d love to see you try.”

She bit her lip, clearly intrigued by the idea, but then her grin turned mischievous as you suggested calling Pearl. “Ohh, now that’s bold,” she said, laughing lightly. “Calling her to join us? I gotta admit, I didn’t expect that.”

Marina glanced at you, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she leaned back in the booth, crossing her legs. “You know,” she said, her voice dropping lower, “I think Pearl would love to hear about this. She’s always up for some fun, and I can just imagine her reaction if I told her what we’ve been up to.”

Her hand reached for her phone, hovering over it for a moment before she glanced back at you, her smile full of playful challenge. “So… should I call her? Or are you ready to try taking charge yourself?” Her voice was teasing, but there was a spark of genuine curiosity and excitement in her eyes. “Either way, I think we’re about to have some fun.”

"Well... I wouldn't say no to be dominated by MC.Princess ^///^" I said embarrassed but excited. Marina then call Pearl and explain the situation. Pearl seem REALLY eager to have a second "toy" to play with tonight.

Marina chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Oh yeah, she accepted,” she said, her voice full of amusement as she put her phone away. “Pearl’s *really* into this kind of thing, and the idea of having a second ‘toy’ to play with? Let’s just say she’s more than eager.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek as her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Ten minutes,” she whispered, her voice full of playful anticipation. “But we’ll need to head to her place for the real fun. She likes to keep things… private.”

You could feel your heart racing as the reality of what was about to happen started to sink in. Marina’s grin widened as she watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having on you. “You nervous?” she asked, her voice soft but teasing. “Don’t worry… Pearl knows how to take care of her toys.”

Standing up, she held out her hand to you, her expression softening just a bit as she added, “If you’re ready, we can head over now. But remember, once Pearl gets involved… there’s no backing out.” Her voice held a teasing edge, but there was also a genuine warmth there, making it clear that she was making sure you were comfortable with everything.

“Ready for the next step?” she asked, her grin returning as her fingers gently intertwined with yours. “Or should we take a minute to cool down before diving into MC.Princess’s world?”

You were overwhelmed by this night. It all start with a blind date that turn out to be one of your celebrity crush, then she was into you, then you're invited to a threesome, then it's with Pearl! You couldn't take it, you had to pinch yourself to know if you were dreaming.

Marina watched you with a soft smile as you pinched yourself, clearly overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight. She gently squeezed your hand, her touch grounding you, pulling you back into the moment. “Yeah, it’s a lot, huh?” she said with a chuckle, her voice soothing yet playful. “I get it. A blind date turning into all *this*… it’s wild.”

She leaned in closer, her expression softening as she brushed a stray tentacle from your face. “But trust me,” she whispered, her voice low and sincere, “you’re not dreaming.” Her thumb stroked your hand gently, her warmth and presence making the whole surreal situation feel more real.

“You’ve caught my attention, and apparently, you’ve caught Pearl’s too,” she added, her grin returning. “And trust me, she doesn’t get excited like this for just anyone.”

Marina’s playful side resurfaced as she gave you a wink. “So, what do you say? Ready to take the plunge and see where this crazy night leads?”

Pearl arrived as promised, pulling up with a confident smirk and that signature swagger. She was shorter than Marina but radiated an aura of dominance that immediately filled the space as she leaned out of the window. “Hop in, ladies,” she said with a grin, her voice full of energy as she motioned for you and Marina to get in.

The ride to their place was electric, filled with casual conversation between Pearl and Marina, but there was an underlying tension that hung in the air, thick with anticipation. You could barely keep up with how quickly the night had escalated, and your heart raced as you thought about what was coming next.

When you finally arrived at their home, Pearl wasted no time in getting straight to the point. She led you inside, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she shut the door behind the three of you. “Alright, so before we get started,” she said, her tone serious but still playful, “we gotta talk about limits. I don’t play around with this kind of stuff unless everyone’s on the same page.”

She looked at you with an intensity that was almost overwhelming, but her eyes held a genuine warmth behind them. “So, what are your limits? What’s off-limits tonight? I wanna make sure you’re comfortable with everything before we have any fun.” Her tone was firm but understanding, making it clear that she took this seriously and wanted to respect your boundaries.

Marina stood beside her, giving you a reassuring smile. “You’re in good hands,” she added softly. “We want this to be fun for all of us, so don’t be afraid to speak up.”

Pearl waited patiently, her gaze never leaving yours as she listened carefully. “So, tell me,” she said, her voice softening just a little. “What are your limits, hot stuff?"

Pearl’s grin widened as you listed your limits, clearly pleased that you were open about them. “Good, good,” she said, nodding in approval. “I love it when people know what they want—and what they don’t.” She shot Marina a quick look, sharing a silent understanding between the two of them before turning her attention fully back to you.

“Alright, we’re gonna stick to those boundaries,” Pearl said, her voice still full of energy but with a hint of warmth. “And don’t worry, if you ever feel like something’s too much, you just say the word, got it? We’re here to have fun, not push anyone past their comfort zone.”

Marina stepped closer, her hand lightly brushing against yours as she offered a reassuring smile. “We’re gonna make sure this is an amazing night,” she said softly, her voice calm and soothing. “No pressure, no rush. Just… us.”

Pearl chuckled, her confidence shining through. “Now that we’ve got that settled,” she said, her grin turning mischievous, “let’s get this party started, huh?” She gave you a wink before leading you and Marina deeper into their home, the atmosphere between you all charged with excitement and a mutual understanding.

“Ready, new toy?” Pearl teased, her voice dripping with playful dominance. Marina smiled beside her, the anticipation growing as the night stretched ahead of you, full of possibilities.

Pearl reclined into her throne-like chair, her every movement deliberate and full of confidence. As she stripped down to her pastel pink underwear, the room's atmosphere shifted, her dominance radiating as she settled in, crossing her legs and looking at both you and Marina with a playful yet commanding glint in her eyes.

“Alright, toys,” she said with a teasing smirk, her voice dripping with authority. “You know what to do. Strip down and get on all fours for me.”

You exchanged a glance with Marina, who shot you a mischievous smile before beginning to undress. You could feel the heat rising in your body, the anticipation building with every second as you followed Pearl’s order. Slowly, piece by piece, your clothes fell to the floor, leaving you exposed under Pearl’s hungry gaze.

Marina was quick to follow, her teal-tipped tentacles shimmering as she shed her own clothing, leaving her in just her underwear as well. She moved gracefully, her body bending down into the position Pearl demanded, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of excitement and reassurance.

Once you were both undressed, you hesitated only for a moment before lowering yourself onto all fours, feeling the intensity of Pearl’s gaze as she watched with satisfaction. You could feel your heart racing, the vulnerability of the position sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

Pearl leaned forward in her chair, her eyes roaming over the both of you with that same smug grin. “Mmm, that’s more like it,” she purred, clearly enjoying the sight. “You’re both such good girls for me.” Her tone was playful yet commanding, full of a confidence that only heightened the tension between you all.

She tapped her fingers against the armrest, watching with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “Now, let’s see how well you two can work together,” she said, her grin widening. “Marina, why don’t you show our new toy how we like to play?”

Marina shot Pearl a quick, grateful glance, her eyes flashing with excitement before turning her full attention to you. “Thank you, Mistress,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with arousal. The shift in her demeanor was instant—she moved with the grace of a predator, her body fluid as she crawled toward you, her eyes darkening with hunger.

You could feel your breath catch in your throat as she hovered over you, her lips brushing against your skin with a series of soft, teasing kisses. She started slow, her mouth trailing along your neck, her tongue flicking out to taste you, leaving a hot trail that sent shivers down your spine.

“Such soft skin,” she murmured between kisses, her voice a sultry whisper. Her hands roamed over your body, her touch light at first but growing bolder with each movement. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you.”

As Marina’s lips moved lower, her kisses became more fervent, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands traced the curves of your body, fingers brushing against sensitive spots as her mouth continued to explore. Her tongue slid across your collarbone before dipping down to your chest, each touch more intimate than the last.

You felt her nuzzle against you, her kisses growing naughtier, more insistent. She nibbled softly on your skin, her hands gripping your hips as she positioned herself lower, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took in every reaction you gave her.

Pearl watched from her throne, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she observed the scene unfolding in front of her. “Good girl, Marina,” she purred, her voice full of approval. “Make sure our new toy knows exactly what it means to please me.”

Marina responded by licking her lips, diving deeper into her task, her body pressed against yours, her every movement sending shockwaves through your already aroused body.

Marina’s hands slid down your thighs, her fingers deftly pushing your panties to the side, exposing your most sensitive area. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours for a brief moment, a wicked grin playing on her lips before she leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. Without wasting another second, she dove in, her tongue making contact with your tender flesh.

The sensation was electric. Marina’s mouth moved with practiced skill, her tongue gliding over you with deliberate precision, teasing every sensitive spot. She alternated between soft, slow licks and firmer strokes, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your breath hitched as she explored deeper, her tongue working in a rhythm that had you squirming under her touch. She moaned softly against you, clearly enjoying the taste as her grip tightened on your thighs, keeping you exactly where she wanted you.

“Such a good girl, Marina,” Pearl purred from her throne, watching with a smug smile as her fingers tapped lazily on the armrest. “Keep going. I want her to know exactly what she’s in for.”

Marina hummed in response, her mouth never leaving you as she licked you even more intensely. The vibrations of her moans against your flesh only heightened your pleasure, her tongue working with the kind of skill that had you trembling. She was relentless, her mouth moving faster now, each flick of her tongue pushing you closer to the edge.

Pearl grinned devilishly as she gathered the gear, her movements confident and deliberate. She laid out a ballgag, ropes, and two strap-ons beside her throne, taking her time to admire the scene unfolding in front of her. With the riding crop in hand, she stepped closer, her eyes fixed on Marina’s backside, perfectly arched as she continued licking you.

Without warning, the first crack of the riding crop echoed through the room as it struck Marina’s bubble butt, the sound sharp and satisfying. Marina gasped against your skin but immediately moaned out, her voice muffled with lust and submission. “Thank you, Mistress,” she whispered breathlessly, her words dripping with arousal.

Pearl’s smirk widened as she delivered another strike, this one slightly harder, watching with satisfaction as Marina’s body jerked slightly from the impact, but her mouth never left you. “That’s a good girl,” Pearl purred, her voice low and authoritative. “You take your punishment so well.”

Each time Pearl brought the crop down on Marina’s ass, she made sure to linger just a moment longer with her licks, as if trying to make up for the distraction of the pleasure mixed with pain. “Thank you, Mistress,” Marina repeated after every strike, her voice growing more desperate with each one, though she remained completely focused on her task between your legs.

The mixture of sensations—Marina’s skilled mouth on you and the sound of the crop striking her, along with her breathless thanks—was overwhelming. Pearl continued to watch with amusement, clearly enjoying every second of her control over both of you.

“You’re both such good toys,” Pearl said with a laugh, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “But this is just the beginning.” She held up the strap-ons with a wicked grin. “Soon, we’re going to take this to the next level.”

Pearl's grin widened as she leaned back, watching Marina shift from her usual playful demeanor into her more submissive, obedient "pet" mode. Her voice was full of amusement as she explained, “Once Marina gets in the zone, she’s the perfect little sex pet—always ready to give pleasure, and she’ll do *anything* I say.”

Marina, already deep in the mood, didn’t hesitate. Her eyes darkened with lust and obedience, and she immediately obeyed Pearl’s command. She pulled away from your dripping sex and moved lower, her hands gently but firmly spreading your legs wider. Her tongue, now slick and warm, found its way to your asshole, circling it with a careful precision before she began to lube it up with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.

The sensation was intense, sending shivers through your body as Marina worked you over. Her tongue was expert, flicking and swirling with skill, making sure you were thoroughly prepped for what was to come. She didn’t stop her gentle, teasing motions until she felt your body responding to her, relaxing into the sensation as her tongue worked its magic.

Above you, Pearl strapped on the strapon, her grin widening as she watched Marina work. She gave her pet a playful slap on the ass with the riding crop again, causing Marina to moan against you. “Good girl,” Pearl purred, her voice full of dominance. “Make sure she’s nice and ready for me.”

Marina moaned softly in response, her mouth never leaving your skin as she continued to lube you up with her tongue, making sure every inch was thoroughly prepared. Pearl, now fully geared up with the strapon, approached, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You’re going to love this,” she teased, positioning herself behind you as Marina continued to prepare you with her skilled tongue.

Pearl leaned down close to your ear, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, “Where do you want it, babe? My rubber cock in your pussy… or your ass?” Her voice was dripping with authority, every word sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment, and in a timid, breathless voice, you answered, “My ass…” Your body tensed with both anticipation and excitement, feeling vulnerable under her command.

Pearl grinned widely at your response, clearly pleased. “Good girl,” she purred into your ear, her words filled with praise and a promise of pleasure to come. She shifted slightly, positioning herself behind you as Marina held your legs open, her hands warm and steady on your skin.

You could feel the cool, slick surface of the strapon as Pearl pressed the tip against your lubed-up asshole, teasing you for a moment before pushing it in with deliberate, slow pressure. The initial stretch sent a wave of sensation through your body, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as your body adjusted to the intrusion.

“There you go, nice and slow,” Pearl cooed, her voice soft but firm as she eased her strapon deeper into you, her hands steadying your hips. “Just relax… you’re doing so well.”

Marina watched, her eyes gleaming with arousal as she continued to stroke your body gently, her touch soothing and encouraging.

Pearl’s hand moved with a subtle flick, a silent command that Marina obeyed without hesitation. Marina immediately slipped back between your legs, her tongue finding your pussy once again, licking you with even more intensity than before. The contrast between the gentle, skillful motions of her tongue and the firm, deliberate thrusts of Pearl’s strapon deep in your ass sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

Your breath came out in ragged gasps as the double sensation overwhelmed your senses. Pearl’s strapon stretched you perfectly, each slow, deliberate push making you moan louder, while Marina’s tongue danced over your clit, flicking and swirling with expert precision.

Pearl grinned down at you, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted. “Look at you,” she purred, her voice low and filled with satisfaction. “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”

Marina moaned softly against your pussy, her tongue never faltering as she continued to lap at you, the vibrations of her moans sending even more pleasure through your body. You could feel your legs trembling as you tried to hold on, the intense combination of Marina’s skillful mouth and Pearl’s rhythmic thrusts pushing you closer to the edge.

Pearl leaned down, her voice hot against your ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispered, her hand gripping your hip firmly as she pushed the strapon deeper. “Let go. Give in to it.”

Pearl smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she felt your body tense and shudder, your orgasm crashing over you with intense force. You cried out, your release spilling over Marina’s face as she moaned softly beneath you, eagerly licking up every drop. Marina, clearly just as overwhelmed, begged breathlessly, “Mistress, please… Can I touch myself? My slutty pussy is on fire…”

Pearl chuckled, pulling the strapon out of you with a slow, deliberate motion, watching as you trembled from the aftershocks of your orgasm. She leaned down to give Marina’s reddened ass a teasing slap with the riding crop before responding, “Oh, you want to touch yourself, pet? Not yet. I have other plans for you two.”

She motioned for both of you to get on the floor, her voice filled with command. “Lay down, now—on top of each other in a 69.” Her tone left no room for hesitation as she positioned herself to watch the scene unfold. You and Marina, still buzzing with arousal, obediently shifted into the position, your bodies intertwining on the floor. Your face hovered over Marina’s soaked pussy while hers remained tantalizingly close to yours.

Once you were both in place, Pearl stood over you, strapon still glistening, watching with a predatory grin. “Now,” she purred, “I’m going to fuck one of you… and the other better make sure she’s doing her job with her mouth.”

She knelt down, running her hands over both of your bodies before positioning herself behind Marina. “Let’s see which one of you begs louder,” she teased, as she lined herself up with Marina’s ass, ready to push in and fill her while your mouth hovered just inches from Marina’s dripping pussy. “I expect you to please each other, while I take what I want.”

The moment both of you settled into position, the sounds of your muffled moans and the wet noises of tongues working feverishly filled the room. Marina's pussy tasted oddly of celery—an unexpected but strangely refreshing flavor as your tongue explored her folds. You couldn’t help but chuckle internally at the oddity, but it didn’t distract from the pure pleasure of the moment.

Meanwhile, Marina was ravenous beneath you, her tongue lapping at your pussy like she was parched, every flick and stroke of her tongue filled with hunger. She moaned into you, the vibrations sending electric jolts of pleasure through your body. Each moan from her fueled your own desire, and you returned the favor, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh, determined to make her feel every bit as desperate for release as you were.

Pearl watched with a satisfied smirk, her dominant energy filling the room as she knelt behind Marina, positioning her strapon just right. With a slow, deliberate thrust, she pushed the rubber cock deep into Marina’s ass, causing both of you to moan even louder. Marina’s body trembled under you, her tongue momentarily faltering before she resumed licking you with renewed intensity, her moans muffled by the wetness of your pussy.

“Good girls,” Pearl purred, watching as you both pleasured each other with a mix of passion and submission. Her thrusts were steady and purposeful, each one causing Marina to buck her hips and press harder into your mouth, which only made you lick her more desperately. Pearl’s grip on Marina’s hips tightened as she picked up the pace, her dominance clear in every powerful movement.

The room was filled with the sounds of moaning, wet tongues working, and Pearl’s commanding presence. You could feel your body heating up again, the intensity of Marina’s skilled tongue and Pearl’s forceful thrusts sending you both spiraling toward another release.

After what seem an eternity, you both came once again. As you and Marina trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of your second release, you barely had time to catch your breath before you felt Pearl’s hands moving swiftly, expertly tying ropes around your bodies. The sensation of the rope against your skin was firm yet somehow comfortable, but it quickly became apparent that Pearl was incredibly skilled with knots. Before long, you were both securely bound on top of each other, still locked in that intimate 69 position, unable to move.

Pearl’s satisfied chuckle filled the room as she admired her handiwork. “You two look so perfect like this,” she purred, her voice dripping with dominance. “Good girls always deserve to be tied up after they’ve done such a good job.”

You and Marina moaned softly, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasms, but the ropes only heightened the intimacy of your situation. You were stuck together, your bodies pressed against one another, still feeling each other’s warmth and arousal. Even as you tried to adjust, it was clear there was no escape from this position.

Then you felt it—the cool, smooth sensation of something large pressing against your ass. Pearl grinned wickedly as she grabbed two large, vibrating toys, pushing them into both of your asses, one for each of you. The sudden sensation sent a jolt through your body, the powerful vibrations filling you completely as you cried out in shock and pleasure. The toys were relentless, their buzzing deep inside you, pushing you closer to yet another edge despite the exhaustion.

Pearl stood over both of you, her dominance unmistakable as she raised the riding crop again. The sharp crack of the crop hitting both of your asses echoed through the room, the sting immediately followed by a flood of pleasure. “Good girls,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, enjoying the sight of you two, helpless and bound, licking each other obediently. “Keep going. Don’t stop licking. I want you to enjoy every second of this.”

Marina moaned into your pussy, her tongue still moving despite the vibrating toy in her ass and the sting of Pearl’s riding crop. Her own body trembled under you, but she obeyed, her submission as deep as your own. The pleasure and pain blended into one, the vibrations from the toy in your ass heightening everything, making your body quiver uncontrollably.

With every strike of the crop, Pearl’s praise washed over you both, her voice filled with authority and satisfaction. “Such good girls,” she whispered, her grin widening as she spanked you both harder. “You’re going to keep licking until I say you can stop.”

Bound, vibrating, and completely under Pearl’s control, the pleasure was almost unbearable, but you couldn’t stop, your tongue still working against Marina’s pussy, just as hers never left yours. You were locked in a cycle of pleasure and submission, every movement driving you closer to another release, all while Pearl stood over you, completely in charge.

Pearl chuckled darkly, watching both you and Marina squirm under her control. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she adjusted the settings on the vibrating toys. With a wicked grin, she turned them to maximum power, the vibrations suddenly surging inside both of you, random patterns pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably. You could feel the intense pleasure course through your body, the sensation overwhelming as you moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

“Don’t even think about stopping,” Pearl purred, her voice full of playful menace. “I’ll know if you do.” She winked, clearly enjoying the helpless state she had left you in. “I’m going to take a nice, long shower… so you two better keep going. You know the rules.”

She gave both of your asses a final, sharp spank with the riding crop, the sting mixing with the relentless buzzing in your bodies. “Be good girls for me,” she added with a laugh, then turned and walked out of the room, the sound of her footsteps fading as she left.

The room felt charged with tension, the vibrations in your ass growing even more erratic, alternating between rapid pulses and slow, deep throbs that made it impossible to predict what was coming next. Both you and Marina gasped and moaned, your bodies trembling uncontrollably as the random vibrations took over. Despite the exhaustion and overstimulation, you both obeyed Pearl’s final command, continuing to lick each other, tongues desperate and needy, even as the toys pushed you closer and closer to the edge once more.

Marina moaned into your pussy, her body shaking beneath yours as the intensity built. You could feel her determination to follow Pearl’s orders, even though the sensation of the vibrating toy inside her was clearly driving her wild. Her tongue never faltered, and neither did yours, both of you locked in a cycle of pleasure that felt never-ending.

Every random pulse of the toys sent new waves of pleasure through both of you, leaving you on the brink of another release. The thought of Pearl returning and finding you still obedient, still lost in the pleasure she had commanded, drove you to keep going, no matter how overwhelming it felt. You had no choice but to obey, your bodies quivering as you continued to lick each other, desperate for release but fully under Pearl’s control.

One hour later...

After what felt like an eternity, Pearl finally returned, freshly showered and smirking as she stepped back into the room. Her eyes gleamed with pride and satisfaction as she saw the two of you still obediently locked in place, licking each other’s dripping juices despite the overwhelming stimulation. Both you and Marina were trembling, exhausted, your bodies slick with sweat and your minds hazy from the sheer intensity of the past hour.

Pearl clapped her hands softly, grinning at how well you both had obeyed. “Good girls,” she said, her voice carrying a tone of genuine approval. “I knew you could do it.” Her fingers expertly worked at the knots, slowly untying the ropes that had bound you both for so long. As she freed you, you collapsed next to Marina, your body heavy with fatigue, but there was an undeniable warmth in the satisfaction of pleasing Pearl.

Once the ropes were undone, Pearl helped both of you sit up, handing you cold water to drink. The sensation of the cool liquid in your mouth was a relief, washing away the salty taste of each other’s bodies. You gulped it down eagerly, feeling your senses slowly come back to you as the icy water soothed your parched throat. Marina, equally spent, sipped her water with shaky hands, a soft smile on her face as she leaned back, resting against you.

Pearl knelt down beside the two of you, her grin softer now, showing a hint of tenderness beneath the dominance she had displayed all night. “You both did amazing,” she said, her voice low and gentle. “But rest now, you’ve earned it.”

She stroked both of your heads gently, a stark contrast to her earlier, more commanding touch. The cold water refreshed you as you leaned back, your body finally relaxing after the relentless pleasure you had endured. For the first time all night, the atmosphere in the room shifted to something calmer, quieter, as Pearl watched over you with a look of pride and affection, as both you and Marina slowly drift to sleep.

The next morning, after a much-needed hot shower, you sat down with Marina and Pearl in their cozy living room. The atmosphere was light and relaxed, though the memories of the intense night before still lingered in the air. Pearl, always the bold one, got straight to the point.

“So, about last night…” Pearl began, her smirk softening into something more genuine. She glanced at Marina, who was practically glowing with excitement. “Marina and I were talking, and, well… we’re thinking about ‘adopting’ you as a new pet.”

Marina’s eyes went wide with surprise and excitement, her tentacles bouncing as she gasped. “Wait, really?!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with joy. She looked at you with a huge grin, practically buzzing with the thought.

Pearl leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest, her smirk returning as she watched your reaction. “But not just as a pet,” she added, her voice full of warmth but still carrying that playful edge. “We’re thinking more like a fellow girlfriend. Someone who could share both the fun and the love.”

You sat there, completely floored, your mind reeling as you tried to process what Pearl had just said. Your heart raced as you looked between them, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. *No fucking way.*

Marina was practically bouncing in her seat, her excitement contagious as she reached out to grab your hand. “This is amazing!” she said, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I mean, we already clicked so well last night, and the idea of having you as part of this—” She cut herself off, her grin widening. “It’s perfect!”

Pearl chuckled softly, her gaze steady as she watched your stunned expression. “No pressure, of course,” she added, her tone more serious now. “We just thought we’d put it out there. It’s a big step, but after last night… it just feels right.”

You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts as the enormity of the offer sank in. Pearl and Marina—two of the most amazing women you could ever imagine—were asking you to become not just a part of their lives, but to share in their love as an equal. The weight of it all was almost overwhelming, but there was also a thrill in the idea, a sense of belonging you hadn’t expected.

“Think about it,” Pearl said, her voice softening. “We’d be more than happy to have you… if you’re up fo-"

Before Pearl could even finish her sentence, you blurted out your agreement, your excitement overflowing. “Yes! Absolutely, yes!” you said, your voice shaking with emotion. “I’ve admired both of you for so long. Ever since the Octoling migration after the DJ Octavio incident, Marina, you inspired me to come here—to be free. And Pearl, you’ve always made me feel like it’s okay to be myself, no matter what.”

Both Pearl and Marina blinked, stunned for a moment by your sudden outburst, but then Marina’s face lit up with the brightest smile you’d ever seen. “Oh my cod, that’s amazing!” she squealed, practically launching herself toward you and wrapping you in a tight hug. “I can’t believe it! You’re going to be part of us!” She pulled back slightly, her excitement spilling over into her every movement. “You’re not just a fan anymore, you’re family!”

Pearl leaned back, a smirk of pure satisfaction playing on her lips as she watched you and Marina embrace. “Well damn,” she chuckled, her eyes gleaming with pride. “Didn’t expect you to jump in that fast, but hey, I love it. Looks like we made the right choice.”

Marina was still hugging you, her energy infectious as she bounced slightly in excitement. “This is seriously a dream come true for me, too,” she admitted, her voice softening. “I always wanted to find someone who could fit with us—someone who *gets* us. And you… you’re perfect.”

Pearl stood up, crossing her arms as she gave you both a nod. “Welcome to the crew, babe,” she said with a wink. “We’ve got a wild ride ahead, and trust me, it’s going to be just as fun as last night—if not more.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were no longer just an admirer, no longer on the outside looking in. You were part of something bigger—something you had dreamed about. You were joining Pearl and Marina, not just as a pet, but as an equal, someone they respected and cared for.

It really was a dream come true.

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EPILOGUE
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A few months after that fateful night, life had changed in ways you couldn’t have imagined. Marina and Pearl had fully welcomed you into their world—not just as a partner, but as someone they wanted to help grow and thrive. Marina took you under her wing, teaching you the ins and outs of DJing. She was patient and encouraging, showing you how to mix tracks, handle a live set, and create that perfect energy to get a crowd going. Her passion was contagious, and soon enough, you found yourself not just learning from her but truly loving the art of DJing.

Meanwhile, Pearl's training was a whole different kind of intensity. She had you working on choreography and vocal techniques, pushing you to find your voice and your rhythm. “You’re not just up there for looks, babe,” she’d say with a grin, her energy electric as she put you through routines. “You gotta command the stage—make them look at *you.*” With Pearl’s confidence rubbing off on you, you found yourself getting better and bolder with each passing day.

Then came the day that truly made everything real—your first public appearance with them. Pearl and Marina had invited you to Inkopolis Square to help present the *Splashfest* news. It was surreal standing beside them, your idols turned partners, as the bustling crowd gathered around, their eyes on the big screen, ready for the announcement.

The lights were bright, and you could feel the weight of all those curious eyes on you. People whispered, wondering who the new girl was standing beside the iconic duo. “Is that a new DJ?” “Wait, are they adding a third member?” The air was thick with excitement and curiosity, and even though your heart pounded with nerves, you felt a thrill like no other.

Marina gave you a reassuring smile as she adjusted her headphones, her voice calm but full of pride. “You ready to show them what you’ve got?” she asked softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve earned this.”

Pearl, ever the hype queen, grinned at you, nudging you playfully. “Let’s blow their minds, babe. You’re one of us now.”

As the broadcast went live, Marina introduced you to the crowd with her usual cool, collected energy, and Pearl, in true fashion, hyped you up with her signature swagger. “Everyone, say what’s up to the newest member of the team! She’s got skills, she’s got style, and you’re gonna love her just as much as we do!”

The reaction from the crowd was electric, their cheers echoing through the square. You couldn’t help but smile, overwhelmed by the support and excitement. You took a deep breath, stepping forward to speak into the mic for the first time in front of so many people, your voice steady, thanks to the training from both of them.

It wasn’t just a moment of personal victory—it was the start of something bigger. You were no longer in the background. You were up there with them, part of a new era for the *Splashfest* crew. Pearl, Marina, and now *you*.

As the lights flashed and the music blared, you felt alive, knowing that this was only the beginning. The audience was ready, and so were you.

**Splashfest News Broadcast: Inkopolis Square**

The screen flickers to life, and the familiar stage of *Off the Hook* lights up. The iconic Marina and Pearl stand front and center, with Andria—now a part of the trio—by their side. The crowd gathers at Inkopolis Square, buzzing with excitement for the latest Splashfest announcement.

Pearl, ever the hype machine, kicks things off with her signature energy. “Whaaaat's up, Inkopolis?!” she shouts, throwing her hands up, a grin plastered across her face. “It’s ya girl, MC.Princess, and I’ve got something **fresh** for you today!”

Marina, standing calmly with her headphones draped around her neck, gives a nod to the camera. “That’s right, folks. It’s time to announce the next *Splashfest*, and let me tell you… this one’s going to be special.”

Andria, standing confidently between them, leans into the mic with a grin of her own. “Get ready, Inkopolis! We’ve got a wild one coming your way, and it’s going to get everyone talking. Are you ready for this?”

Pearl points at the camera, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Alright, here it comes: *Spicy Food vs. Sweet Food!*” She raises her fist triumphantly. “Let’s see who can handle the heat and who’s got a sugar addiction!”

Marina chuckles, shaking her head. “Oh boy, this is going to be a tough one. I mean, who doesn’t love a little spice?” She smirks, glancing at Andria. “I know Andria here loves her spicy food.”

Andria laughs, raising a hand in defense. “Guilty as charged! I mean, come on—there’s nothing like a good kick of heat to get the ink flowing, right?”

Pearl turns toward Andria with a raised brow, clearly amused. “Yeah, but not everyone can handle it, Andria! I bet you’re the type who slathers hot sauce on everything.”

Andria shrugs, grinning mischievously. “Hey, if it’s not burning my tongue, it’s not spicy enough!”

Marina smiles, leaning into her mic. “I’m more on the sweet side. There’s something so comforting about a good dessert after a tough Turf War, you know? Just imagine... a nice slice of cake or some squid-ink ice cream.” She shoots a playful look at Pearl. “I’m guessing you’re Team Sweet too?”

Pearl scoffs, crossing her arms. “You know me, I live for chaos—and that means spice! I’m all about that *fire*, baby!” She turns toward the camera with a confident grin. “Team Spicy’s gonna burn down the competition!”

Andria laughs, shaking her head. “Looks like we’re split here! I’m with Pearl on this one. Spicy all the way!”

Marina, smiling sweetly, gives Andria and Pearl a playful look. “Looks like I’m holding down the fort for Team Sweet! Don’t underestimate us, though. Sugar’s got power too.”

Pearl grins, raising her fists. “Alright, Inkopolis, it’s time to decide: do you bring the heat with Team Spicy, or keep it sweet with Team Sweet? It’s gonna be a battle of flavors!”

Andria nods, her voice full of excitement. “Make sure you cast your vote, and get ready for one of the hottest—and sweetest—Splashfests yet!”

The screen cuts to a logo for *Spicy vs. Sweet*, with flames and candy swirls battling it out in colorful ink splashes.

Marina gives the crowd a final smile. “Remember, Inkopolis, it’s all in good fun, but let’s see who can take the crown this time.”

Pearl wraps it up with her usual high-energy shout. “Get out there, splat it up, and may the best food win! Peace!”

Andria finishes with a wave. “We’ll see you on the battlefield, Inkopolis!”

The broadcast cuts, and the crowd erupts into cheers, already debating which team they’ll join.

As the broadcast wrapped up, you collapsed into your seat, breathing heavily and feeling the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “Holy shit… that was stressful,” you muttered, still catching your breath. “I… I didn’t even read my line. I just improvised out of nervousness. Did… did it show?”

Marina, ever calm and reassuring, chuckled softly and gave you a warm smile. “You were great, Andria! Honestly, I don’t think anyone even noticed. If anything, the energy felt natural. You nailed it.”

Pearl, still riding the high from the broadcast, laughed and clapped you on the shoulder. “Nah, dude, you killed it! Improv’s the way to go sometimes—keeps things fresh. Half the time, I don’t read the lines either. I’m just up there wingin’ it!”

You blinked, still unsure if you’d managed to pull it off. “Really? It didn’t seem obvious?”

Marina shook her head, leaning in with a reassuring smile. “Not at all. The audience was totally into it. You brought a lot of heart to that. Honestly, improvising made it feel more authentic. That’s what really counts.”

Pearl nodded enthusiastically, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Exactly! You didn’t freeze, and you didn’t overthink it. You just went with the flow, and that’s what matters out there.”

Marina’s expression softened as she added, “You’ve come a long way, Andria. The nerves will fade with time, but your passion is what shines through—and that’s what people love.”

With both of them backing you up, you finally felt the tension start to release. Maybe you’d stumbled your way through that Splashfest announcement, but with Marina and Pearl by your side, you knew you were on the right path.

Chapter Text

The air in the small apartment buzzed with a mix of morning sunlight and the faint hum of a radio, playing some generic workout mix in the background. You were sprawled on the yoga mat, pushing through another set of crunches, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your focus was razor-sharp—or at least, it was until the soft patter of bare feet approached, accompanied by a familiar, mischievous chuckle.
Nazrin leaned over you, her gray hair curling wildly around her ears, which twitched in amusement. She loomed closer, hands on her hips, her tail flicking lazily. Her smug grin was sharp enough to slice through steel. "Working hard, hmm? Or hardly working?" she purred, her tone dripping with mockery.
Your breath hitched, partly from exertion but mostly from the way her shorts clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve. She had that look in her crimson eyes—the one that spelled trouble.
“I could say the same for you,” you shot back between labored breaths, refusing to let her derail your pace.
She crouched, now level with your face, her teasing smirk unwavering. “Oh, come on. You don’t need abs for me to like you,” she teased, giving your stomach a light poke with one finger. “But, if you insist on torturing yourself…” Her words trailed off as she straightened up, walking around you in slow, deliberate steps, like a predator circling prey.
Nazrin's tail brushed against your leg as she passed, a deliberate, tantalizing gesture. You paused mid-rep, glancing up at her, and she caught your look immediately, her grin growing wider. “What?” she cooed, feigning innocence. “Am I distracting you?”
“Completely,” you admitted, sitting up and swiping a hand across your forehead. “You’re impossible.”
“Impossible?” she echoed, her voice lilting with mock offense. She turned, giving you a deliberate view of her form as she adjusted her shorts, her hands smoothing over the fabric. “I thought you liked it when I got a little... playful.”
You groaned, part in exasperation, part in surrender, collapsing back onto the mat. “You’re a menace.”
“And you love it,” she shot back instantly, crouching next to you again, this time close enough that her tail flicked against your chest. She leaned in, her smirk softening slightly as she peered into your eyes. “Admit it.”
Your response caught in your throat. She was too close, her teasing demeanor blurring into something more intimate. You reached out, lightly grabbing her wrist to steady yourself—though you weren't entirely sure if it was her or yourself you were grounding.
“Fine,” you muttered, your voice low. “I love it. But you owe me extra reps for this distraction.”
Nazrin’s laughter bubbled out, light and carefree, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Oh, I’ll make you work for it, don’t worry.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But first... let’s see if you can keep up with me.”
And just like that, she was on her feet, tail swishing as she dashed out of the room. You groaned, hauling yourself up, knowing full well she was setting up for more teasing antics.
You were focused, counting down the last few reps in your set, your breathing steady, sweat pooling at the small of your back. The sound of the radio drowned out Nazrin’s movements—until the weight of her body suddenly pressed against your face. Soft, warm, and unmistakably smug.
She didn’t even try to mask her satisfaction. “Gotcha!” she chirped, her tail flicking against your chest in victory. “You’re so into your little workout you didn’t even—”
But her triumphant tease was cut short when your hands shot up, quick and firm, grabbing her by the wrists. Her body froze, her voice catching in her throat. Her tail twitched once, twice, betraying her sudden nervousness as you shifted beneath her, keeping her firmly in place.
“Oh, so you thought you’d be sneaky, huh?” Your voice was muffled but laced with playful challenge, resonating against the curve of her thighs. “Bold move for someone in your position.”
Nazrin tried to wiggle free, a half-hearted struggle, but the sharp intake of her breath gave away her real reaction. “W-what are you—” she stammered, her bravado cracking as you tightened your grip on her wrists, immobilizing her completely.
Your breath teased against her through the thin fabric of her shorts, warm and deliberate. Her tail froze mid-flick, every muscle in her small frame tensing as you tilted your head slightly, pressing just enough to make her squirm.
“You walked into this one,” you murmured, your tone a mix of teasing and authority. “Now you’re stuck with me.”
She let out a small noise, something between a gasp and a whimper, her body betraying her with a subtle arch forward. “I-I was just playing!” she blurted, her voice higher than usual, her usual confidence unraveling in your grip.
“Are you, though?” you countered, your breath ghosting over the center of her shorts, the fabric growing warmer under your teasing. You shifted slightly, just enough to nudge her in a way that sent a shiver rippling through her.
Her ears flattened, her tail curling slightly in a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. “Y-you’re such a jerk,” she muttered, her voice trembling, but it lacked any real bite.
“You love it,” you shot back, your grip on her wrists loosening just enough to let her think she had a chance to pull away—but the way her body stayed rooted against you told a different story.
Her breathing grew uneven, her tail twitching erratically as you pressed just a little harder, your hands sliding down to rest lightly on her hips, holding her steady. Her shorts did little to hide the heat radiating from her, and every subtle shift of your head made her hips jerk involuntarily.
“You’re so easy to fluster,” you teased, your voice low and steady. “For someone who loves teasing, you’re not very good at handling it yourself, are you?”
Nazrin groaned, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to find her footing in the situation, but her resolve was quickly crumbling. “Y-you’re the worst,” she muttered, though the way her voice wavered only spurred you on.
“Oh, I haven’t even started,” you whispered, the promise of more hanging heavily in the air.
Her silence said everything you needed to know.
Your lips pressed softly against the fabric of her shorts, a deliberate tease, the first kiss landing right on the spot where her heat radiated the strongest. Nazrin jolted, her whole body going stiff for a moment before she let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp. “H-hey! W-wait!” she stammered, her voice trembling as she squirmed against your firm grip.
But you weren’t about to let her go so easily. Her protests only fueled your focus, your tongue darting out to trace a slow, deliberate line along the dampening fabric. The taste was faint but intoxicating—a mix of the salty tang of sweat and the unmistakable sweetness of her arousal.
Nazrin’s tail lashed out wildly, whipping against your side and chest in a futile attempt to dissuade you. “Y-you jerk! S-stop—mmf—stop it!” she whined, her tone caught between frustration and desperation. But even as she wiggled and squirmed, trying to break free, the shuddering breaths escaping her betrayed her real reaction.
Your lips moved with calculated precision, kissing, nibbling, and licking at the spot where her arousal soaked through the fabric, the damp patch growing larger with every passing second. Her hips bucked against your face, an involuntary reaction that made her curse under her breath. “D-damn it... you’re such a—ahh!”
Her words crumbled into a soft moan as your tongue pressed harder, the heat of her arousal bleeding through the fabric, mingling with the wetness of your saliva. Every flick of your tongue sent ripples through her body, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.
“You’re really bad at pretending you don’t like this,” you murmured against her, the vibration of your voice making her shiver.
“I—ah—d-don’t!” she shot back, though the breathless, broken edge of her voice made it clear how little conviction she had left. Her tail whipped again, but the strikes were growing weaker, her resistance fading with every teasing touch.
Your hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as she wriggled, the friction of her body against your face only spurring you on. Her shorts were practically soaked now, the fabric clinging to her skin, outlining every curve. Your tongue pressed harder, circling the spot that made her thighs quiver the most, and her moans grew louder, more frantic.
“N-no! T-this isn’t fair!” she cried, her voice breaking as her body arched involuntarily. “Y-you can’t just—ahh—do this!”
You paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to let her catch her breath. “I can’t?” you teased, your voice dripping with mock innocence. “You’re the one who started this, remember?”
Her face was a mess of embarrassment and frustration, her crimson eyes glaring down at you even as her lips parted to let out another shaky breath. “Y-you’re the worst,” she muttered, but her voice lacked any real bite, her body trembling with barely-contained need.
“And you love it,” you replied, diving back in without waiting for her retort.
A little later…
Nazrin’s back arched against the wall, her petite, curvy frame pinned firmly between the cold surface and your relentless thrusts. The soft squeak of her voice filled the room, each moan, gasp, and whimper a testament to how thoroughly she had surrendered. Her hands clawed weakly at your shoulders, but her grip had no real strength—just a feeble attempt to anchor herself amidst the overwhelming sensations.
Your hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as you drove into her, the force of each movement making her bounce slightly against the wall. Her legs clung desperately around your waist, locking you closer, though her trembling thighs betrayed just how much she was struggling to keep up with your intensity.
Her fluffy gray ear twitched wildly, brushing against your cheek, inviting you closer. You couldn’t resist—your lips found the soft, sensitive fur, your teeth grazing the edge of her ear in a playful nibble. The reaction was immediate. Nazrin let out a choked cry, her entire body jolting as if struck by lightning. “Ahh—s-stop that!” she gasped, her voice breathless, her tail whipping against your side in a weak attempt at protest.
You chuckled darkly against her ear, the vibrations of your voice sending another shiver through her body. “Stop? You don’t sound like you want me to stop,” you murmured, your tone dripping with mockery as you licked along the edge of her ear, savoring the way her breath hitched.
“I-I... ahhh... y-you’re such a—nngh!” Her words dissolved into another broken moan as your hips snapped forward, hitting a spot that made her entire body go rigid. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her tail wrapping weakly around your wrist as if trying to anchor herself in some way.
Her shorts had long since been discarded, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, the smooth curve of her thighs pressed against your sides. Her flushed face, her half-lidded crimson eyes, her trembling lips—everything about her screamed submission, though the occasional glare she shot your way hinted at the fire that still burned within her.
“You look so cute like this,” you teased, your breath hot against her ear as you nibbled again, your teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. “Completely under my control.”
Nazrin’s response was a strangled mix of a growl and a moan, her pride battling against the pleasure coursing through her body. “Y-you’re such a—ahhh—damn jerk,” she muttered, though the way her hips bucked against you betrayed how much she loved every second of it.
Your hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her thighs again, spreading them wider as you drove into her with even more force. Her head fell back against the wall, her hair sticking to her sweat-dampened skin, her voice growing louder with each thrust.
“Face it,” you growled against her ear, biting down just hard enough to make her yelp. “You’re mine.”
Her crimson eyes locked onto yours for a moment, her defiance flickering like a dying flame. Then, with a shaky breath, her body melted completely against you, her legs tightening around your waist as she surrendered to the intensity. “Y-you’re the worst,” she whispered, though the quivering smile on her lips told a different story.
And so, you kept going, pushing her past every limit until her voice was hoarse, her body trembling, and her mind utterly consumed by you, Nazrin's once-defiant expression crumbled entirely, her crimson eyes glossed over with lust, her lips parted as desperate, broken moans spilled freely. Each thrust sent her petite, curvy body jolting against the wall, her tail twitching erratically with every movement. The cool surface of the wall did nothing to soothe the heat radiating from her, her sweat-slicked skin glistening under the dim light.
You pushed harder, faster, her tiny frame barely able to withstand the force. Her voice grew louder, higher-pitched, her earlier protests long forgotten. “N-no... n-not like this...” she whimpered weakly at first, her ears twitching, but even that pretense dissolved as her resolve shattered completely.
She threw her head back, hitting the wall with a soft thud, her flushed face turning toward you as if in surrender. Her voice cracked as she finally gave in, the words spilling out in ragged desperation. “I... I’m yours!” she cried, her small hands clawing at your shoulders, her nails biting into your skin. “Y-you win, okay?! I’m yours! I’ve always been yours!”
You didn’t stop, didn’t slow, her admission fueling your intensity. Your grip on her hips tightened, your fingers digging into her soft skin as you drove into her relentlessly, savoring the way her voice broke with each thrust.
Her tail coiled around your wrist in a desperate, shaky grip, and her legs tightened around your waist, locking you in place. Her flushed cheeks were wet with tears of overwhelmed pleasure, and her breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps. “Oh gods... it’s too much!” she squealed, though her body betrayed her, arching into you, craving more.
“Too much?” you growled against her ear, your voice low and mocking as you nibbled on the sensitive edge. “You’re begging for it, Nazrin. You love every second of this.”
“Sh-shut up!” she tried to retort, but the sharp gasp that escaped her as you thrust even deeper cut her off completely. Her small frame trembled violently, her walls tightening around you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.
Her head rolled forward, her flushed, tear-streaked face pressing against your shoulder as she clung to you desperately. “D-destroy me!” she sobbed, her voice raw and shameless. “I don’t care anymore! Just—oh gods—destroy my womb with that giant human sausage of yours!”
You grinned darkly at her words, her complete submission only spurring you on. “Careful what you wish for,” you muttered, your tone dripping with challenge as you snapped your hips forward, earning a loud, whorish moan from her.
Her body quaked in your arms, her breath hitching as she struggled to form coherent words, her mind clearly lost in the haze of pleasure. “More! M-more!” she cried, her voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy. “I’m yours! Y-you own me! Just—ahhh—don’t stop!”
And you didn’t. You gave her everything she begged for, breaking her completely until all she could do was scream your name, her voice hoarse and trembling, her body melting against you.
Nazrin lay sprawled on the yoga mat, her small, curvy body completely at your mercy, her legs pressed tightly against her chest in the perfect mating press. The position left her utterly vulnerable, her thighs trembling as you pounded into her without restraint. Her tail coiled and uncoiled against your arm, her entire body convulsing with every relentless thrust that rocked her petite frame.
Her eyes, once sharp and fiery, were now hazy and unfocused, her pupils blown wide with pure, unfiltered lust. Her breath hitched and stuttered, her voice barely more than a slurred mess of broken cries and pleas. “Nngh—s-so deep... too much—ahhh!” she babbled, her head lolling back onto the mat as drool pooled at the corner of her lips.
Every motion drove her further into the haze, her words growing more incoherent. “G-gods—m-my brain—ahhh—c-can’t think... y-you’re frying me—nnngh!” she squealed, her hips bucking upward as if to meet you, despite her body being thoroughly pinned under your weight.
Your hands gripped her soft thighs firmly, spreading her open even wider as you leaned in, your breath hot against her ear. “You’re the one who begged for this,” you growled, your voice low and rough, sending a shiver through her already trembling frame. “Now you’re getting everything you wanted.”
“Y-yes! Yes!” she cried, her voice cracking as her arms weakly clung to your shoulders. “I-I wanted this! I... ahhh—oh gods—I want all of it!” Her voice hitched again, her entire body locking up as she threw her head back, her ears twitching erratically. “D-don’t stop—don’t stop!”
You could feel it—both her trembling walls tightening desperately around you and your own release building to a boiling point. Nazrin wasn’t oblivious to it either. Her crimson eyes, hazy and half-lidded, fluttered open just enough to meet yours, her expression a mix of desperation and pure, unbridled desire.
“P-please!” she sobbed, her voice slurred and trembling, her words spilling out in breathless, frantic gasps. “P-put it all inside! Fill me up—ahhh—g-give me lots and lots of babies!” Her legs tightened around your waist, locking you in place as if she could physically demand what she craved.
Her body writhed beneath you, her tail curling tightly around your arm as she begged, her voice growing more frantic with every passing second. “I-I’m yours! I-I’ll take all of it! E-every drop—ahhh—make me yours forever!”
Her cries reached a fever pitch, her voice cracking and trembling as her body tensed beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the intensity. And as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, her pleas only grew louder, more desperate, every syllable dripping with raw, primal need. With one final, earth-shattering thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her, unleashing everything in an overwhelming surge. Nazrin’s entire body jolted as her womb filled to capacity, her petite frame trembling beneath you as her soft belly began to swell, stretching gently against the confines of her tiny body. The sight of her bloated form, so impossibly full, was nothing short of intoxicating.
Her crimson eyes rolled back, her pupils shrinking into adorable little heart shapes, completely lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion. Her breath came in shallow, shaky gasps, her mouth hanging open as soft, barely audible moans slipped past her lips.
“Did I break you, mouse girl?” you teased, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from her flushed face. Your voice was low and taunting, though laced with a hint of genuine affection. She didn’t respond immediately, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her limbs twitching weakly in the aftermath.
Finally, after a long pause, her hand moved, trembling as she raised a thumb in the air. Her voice was slurred, barely above a whisper, but the single word she managed to utter sent a wicked grin spreading across your face. “Yesssssssssh...”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss against her ear, which flicked weakly at the contact. “Good girl,” you murmured, your hands trailing down her sides, tracing the curve of her swollen belly with a possessive touch. “Guess we’re just getting started, then.”
Her soft moans deepened, her body quivering beneath you as you shifted, ready to start all over again.
A few days later…
The door clicked open as you stepped back into the apartment, kicking off your shoes and setting down a bag of groceries. The place was quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge. You barely had time to call out before a loud thud shattered the calm—a small object slamming against the wall just inches from your head.
You froze, your gaze darting to the source. Nazrin stood there, her small frame trembling, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her tail lashed behind her in frustration, and her crimson eyes glared at you with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. She looked absolutely fuming—adorably so.
“What the hell was that?” you asked, cautiously stepping further inside and glancing at the dented object on the floor. It looked like… a pregnancy test. Oh.
“What’s wrong?” you continued, watching her ears twitch as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her expression was the perfect blend of pouty and furious, her lips trembling as if she was trying to hold back the full weight of her words.
“You!” she finally snapped, her voice high-pitched and cracking slightly. She pointed an accusatory finger at you, her hand shaking. “You’re what’s wrong! This is your fault!”
You blinked, trying to suppress a grin at her tone, though her flustered state only made her even more endearing. “My fault?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you leaned against the counter. “What exactly are you blaming me for, Nazrin?”
She stomped her foot, her tail whipping behind her with even more force. “Don’t play dumb with me!” she shouted, her voice hitting an almost squeaky pitch. Her face burned brighter as she gestured wildly at her stomach, which, while not visibly changed yet, she clearly thought about a lot. “I’m pregnant! PREGNANT! And it’s your fault!”
You couldn’t help it—the corners of your lips tugged upward, and before you could stop yourself, you let out a soft laugh. “Nazrin, I mean… isn’t that how it works? Pretty sure we both know what caused this.”
Her hands balled into fists at her sides, her whole body vibrating with barely-contained frustration. “Don’t you laugh at me!” she squealed, her voice cracking again. “You—you did this to me! Y-you and your stupid—giant—human… sausage!”
That did it. You burst out laughing, unable to keep a straight face as she stammered through her flustered rant. “Nazrin,” you said, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, “you’re acting like I forced you into it. You were the one begging me for more, remember?”
Her mouth opened, then closed, her ears flattening against her head as she struggled to come up with a retort. Finally, she let out an exasperated groan, turning on her heel and stomping toward the couch, her tail flicking furiously behind her. “You’re impossible!” she muttered, throwing herself onto the cushions and burying her face in her hands.
You followed her, leaning over the back of the couch as you watched her fume. “Come on, Nazrin,” you said softly, your tone teasing but gentle. “You know this isn’t exactly bad news, right?”
She peeked at you through her fingers, her crimson eyes still glaring but lacking the fire they’d had earlier. “You’re not the one who has to deal with it,” she grumbled, though her voice was noticeably softer.
You rounded the couch, sitting next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe not,” you admitted, squeezing gently. “But I’m here with you. Every step of the way. Okay?”
Nazrin looked up at you, her pout slowly melting into something softer, her cheeks still dusted with a deep blush. “You’re still a jerk,” she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smile.
“And you’re still the cutest mouse I’ve ever seen,” you shot back, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead.
Her tail flicked weakly behind her as she huffed, crossing her arms again—but this time, she leaned into your side, her head resting against your shoulder. “You’d better not make me regret this,” she mumbled.
You could feel the tension in Nazrin's shoulders start to ease, her body leaning just slightly against you. The fiery defiance in her glare was dimming, but her crimson eyes still flicked away from you, avoiding direct contact. You took the opportunity to press gently, your tone soft but steady.
“Alright, Nazrin,” you started, brushing a hand lightly along her back. “What are you really afraid of? I told you—I’m here for you. For everything. You’re not doing this alone.”
Her ears twitched at your words, her tail giving a sharp flick as she sucked in a shaky breath. Her face was already flushed, but at your question, the color deepened to an almost comical shade of tomato red. She let out a sharp huff, her fingers tugging at the hem of her shorts in frustration.
“It’s not just about that,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper at first. But then she suddenly whipped her head around, her eyes locking onto yours as if daring you to laugh. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?! I’m a mouse yokai! Do you know what that means?”
You blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “Uh… not exactly?”
She groaned, throwing her hands up in the air dramatically. “It means,” she hissed, her voice dripping with a mix of anger and embarrassment, “that I can have up to eight to fourteen babies at once! Do you get it now?!”
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. The image of tiny, squirming, mouse-eared infants crowded into a crib flashed through your mind, and you felt your jaw slacken. “Wait. Fourteen?” you echoed, your voice rising slightly in disbelief.
Nazrin buried her face in her hands, groaning loudly. “Yes! Fourteen! And it’s all your fault!” she snapped, her voice muffled against her palms. Then, without warning, she lifted her head and pointed furiously at herself, her entire body trembling with a mix of anger and nervous energy. “Look at me! Just look! I’m tiny! I’m cute! I’m already small, and now—now I’m going to look huge! Like—like some kind of balloon with legs!”
You tried—oh, gods, you tried—not to laugh, but the mental image she painted was too much. A small chuckle escaped before you could stop it, and her glare sharpened like a dagger aimed straight at your heart. “Don’t. You. Dare,” she hissed, her tail snapping like a whip against your thigh.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you said quickly, holding up your hands in surrender, though a grin still tugged at the corners of your lips. “I’m just—wow, Nazrin, I didn’t think you’d be worried about that.”
She huffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her pout growing deeper. “Of course I’m worried! I’m going to look ridiculous! And everyone’s going to stare! And then what if—” Her voice cracked, her bravado faltering for just a moment. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the side. “What if you… don’t find me cute anymore?”
That hit you like a punch to the gut. Without thinking, you reached out, cupping her face gently and forcing her to meet your gaze. “Nazrin,” you said firmly, your voice leaving no room for doubt. “You’re always going to be cute to me. Always. No matter what. Got it?”
Her ears twitched, her eyes widening slightly before she quickly averted her gaze again, her cheeks burning even brighter. “Y-you’re still a jerk,” she mumbled, though the softness in her voice betrayed the weight lifted off her shoulders.
“And you’re still the cutest mouse yokai I’ve ever met,” you shot back, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead.
Her tail flicked weakly, her lips pressing into a pout as she leaned into your touch, her body relaxing further against you. “You’d better mean that,” she muttered, though the faint smile playing at her lips said she believed you.

To be continue?

Chapter Text

The moment the door clicked shut behind the last of their friends, the room felt heavier—thick with tension, with possibility. The air was still, the faint scent of old paper and Yuri’s distinctive floral perfume lingering. MC turned back to her, and there she stood—Yuri, her violet eyes wide yet dark with something deeper, something simmering just below the surface. Her face was flushed, her breath slightly uneven, and her fingers twitched nervously against the hem of her uniform skirt.

She swallowed, her throat bobbing as she struggled to maintain eye contact. "Um… earlier, you said…" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but there was something else laced in her words—an unspoken yearning. She shifted her weight, thighs pressing together subtly, as if her own body betrayed her restraint. "If you still… wanted to… do that here."

MC could feel his heartbeat picking up, a dull thud in his ears. The classroom was empty, the faint hum of distant hallway chatter barely bleeding through the walls. No one would be coming back. They had time.

He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, watching as Yuri’s breath hitched. "You really want to?" His voice was low, testing, seeing if she’d shy away. But she didn't—she trembled, yes, but she stood her ground. A nod, barely perceptible, but it was there.

Her hands clutched at the hem of her blazer, knuckles whitening with the pressure. "I… I think about it more than I should…" she admitted, voice hushed, as if confessing some forbidden secret. Her gaze flickered down, avoiding his eyes, but her body leaned forward just slightly, drawn in.

MC reached out, fingers grazing over the back of her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin, the slight tremor in her touch. Yuri gasped softly, looking up at him through dark lashes, her lips parting just so. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, the anticipation almost tangible between them.

The classroom—so ordinary, so mundane in the daylight—felt like something else entirely now. A hidden world where they weren’t just students, weren’t just club members, but something raw, something driven by pulse and instinct. MC could already imagine how she’d sound, how she’d bite her lip to keep from being too loud, how her body would react beneath his touch.

Yuri shivered as his fingers trailed up her wrist, over the sleeve of her blazer, slowly pushing the fabric back. Her breathing grew heavier, the flush on her face deepening as she watched him, caught between hesitation and desire.

"Then let’s not waste time," he murmured, watching the way her body tensed, then melted as he leaned in closer.

Yuri surged forward, her hands gripping his blazer, her lips crashing against his in a way that was almost desperate—needy. Her breath was hot, uneven, and MC barely had time to react before he felt the press of her body against his, the slight tremor in her frame as she clung to him. 

Her kiss was deep, frantic, a collision of heat and longing that sent a shock straight through him. MC groaned softly against her lips, hands moving instinctively to her waist, pulling her closer as she melted into him. The scent of her shampoo—something floral and intoxicating—filled his senses as her fingers fumbled, slipping under his blazer, pushing it off his shoulders with a shaky urgency. 

Yuri’s breath was ragged when they broke apart, her eyes dark, lidded, as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt, fingers trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. Her lips, already slightly swollen from the force of their kiss, parted as she exhaled heavily. “I-I don’t know why I… I just… I need this.” 

MC felt the same—like something in him had snapped the moment she pressed against him. The tension that had been lingering between them for so long had finally ignited, and now there was no stopping it. 

His hands found the hem of her blouse, sliding up, fingertips skimming against soft, warm skin. Yuri gasped, her head tipping back slightly, exposing the pale line of her throat as his hands continued their slow ascent. He felt the way her body shuddered under his touch, the way her breath hitched when his fingers brushed against the clasp of her bra. 

Her own hands weren’t idle either—she was just as eager, if not more so. MC felt the sharp tug of his tie being loosened, the hurried, clumsy way she unfastened the rest of his buttons, pushing his shirt open and splaying her palms against his bare chest. Her nails traced along his skin, slow but firm, and he felt every little touch, every teasing scrape, sending jolts of heat straight through him. 

Their breaths mingled in the charged air of the empty classroom, the faintest sound of fabric sliding off, of hurried fingers undoing barriers that had kept them apart for too long. Yuri’s hands were bolder now, roaming over him, exploring with the same curiosity and hunger that burned in her violet eyes. 

MC caught her lips again, swallowing her soft whimper as he pressed her back, guiding her toward one of the desks. The cool wood met the backs of her thighs as she gasped against his mouth, fingers curling into his hair. He could feel her heartbeat hammering beneath his fingertips, matching the wild rhythm of his own. 

There was no hesitation left, no second-guessing. Just the two of them, lost in the moment, bodies pressed together as the classroom around them became nothing more than a backdrop to their rising passion.

Yuri’s eyes flickered downwards, catching sight of the prominent bulge pressing insistently against MC's underwear, her breath hitching sharply in excitement. Her pale cheeks flushed an even deeper scarlet, the timid shyness that usually defined her swiftly replaced by an unexpected hunger—something raw and carnal dancing vividly behind those usually reserved violet eyes.

“Oh... oh god,” she breathed, her voice dripping with a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and outright lust. She bit down on her full, trembling bottom lip, her gaze locked hungrily on the shape of him beneath the thin fabric. Yuri moved slowly at first, her fingertips cautiously tracing along the stiff outline, as if savoring the feeling beneath her palm.

MC groaned softly, the sensation rippling through him with electric intensity. Yuri's breathing quickened at his reaction, emboldened by the power she held over him in this moment. "I-I didn’t expect you to be this..." she stammered, trailing off, her voice thick with need.

"This what?" MC whispered back, his voice husky, daring her to continue, daring her to say the words out loud.

"This... excited," she murmured breathlessly, leaning into him even closer. "For me..." Her voice dripped sweetly with disbelief and delight, eyes darkening with a wild, almost feral hunger.

Before MC could respond, she wrapped her slender fingers more firmly around his length, squeezing gently, deliberately, causing a sharp inhale from him. Yuri's shy demeanor evaporated like morning dew under scorching sunlight, replaced now by pure, unrestrained passion.

With unexpected determination, Yuri gently but firmly pushed MC back, guiding him down until his back met the cool, polished classroom floor. Her long, dark hair cascaded around her face, framing it like a dark waterfall as she hovered above him, eyes sparkling with an excitement she no longer wished to conceal.

She straddled him carefully, skirt pooling around her thighs as she lowered herself atop him, the heat between her legs radiating through thin fabric. Her body quivered slightly, a tremble of eagerness as she pressed down slowly, letting him feel exactly how warm and ready she was. MC could hear the breath catch sharply in her throat, see her lips tremble slightly with the intensity of anticipation.

“Yuri...” MC murmured thickly, voice barely more than a heated rasp as he gazed up at her flushed, lust-filled expression.

She didn’t reply with words—words were unnecessary now. Instead, she slowly ground herself against him, allowing him to feel every tantalizing inch of her through the thin barrier of cloth between them. Her hips moved fluidly, instinctively, a seductive dance of desire that drove him nearly mad. Yuri gasped softly each time she moved, clearly intoxicated by this new sense of power, savoring the delicious friction and pressure as she teased him mercilessly beneath her.

“You feel so… mmmh... good,” Yuri whimpered softly, the husky tremor of her voice betraying her excitement. Her eyes closed briefly, savoring the blissful friction she created between their aching bodies. She leaned forward slowly, her soft chest pressing tantalizingly against his bare skin, lips brushing teasingly over his mouth. "I can't believe we're doing this..."

MC growled softly, hands sliding possessively over her slim waist, squeezing softly at the curve of her hips. "Then don't stop," he challenged, his voice rich with impatience and raw lust. “Show me exactly how badly you want this, Yuri.”

Her eyes snapped open, meeting his with a hungry defiance. “Don’t worry,” she whispered breathily, her voice low and smoldering. “I plan to.”

With those words lingering in the air, she slowly began to peel away his underwear, freeing him completely, eyes widening as she took him in entirely. Yuri’s gaze was locked on him, drinking in every detail with wonder and barely restrained desire.

As MC watched Yuri's transformation—from shy, uncertain bookworm to confident, passionate lover—he realized how little he’d truly known about her desires until this exact moment. Every hidden fantasy she'd kept buried deep beneath that timid exterior was finally surfacing now, boiling over and spilling forth like molten lava, hot and uncontrollable.

She lowered herself down again, her breath coming in short, excited pants as her delicate fingertips wrapped around his exposed hardness, stroking him gently, experimentally, savoring every twitch and groan she pulled from him. Yuri’s lips parted slightly, breathing quickening in anticipation of feeling him inside her, trembling with need and aching impatience.

The classroom around them faded into nothingness; the desks, the chalkboard, the chairs—they ceased to matter, ceased to exist. Only they remained, locked in this fiery, urgent embrace, aching to become one.

Yuri's breath came in short, shaky gasps as she clutched MC's shoulders for balance, her flushed face now glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. The hem of her skirt pooled around her thighs, and with a trembling hand, she slid her panties aside. The faintest glimpse of her exposed core made MC's chest tighten, his pulse quickening at the sight of her vulnerability and desire.

"Are… are you ready?" she whispered, her voice unsteady yet rich with longing. "To make me… a real woman?"

The words hung in the air, heavy and electric. MC’s hands found her hips, steadying her trembling frame as her knees pressed against the cold, polished floor. She positioned herself over him, not quite letting him enter, instead pressing his length against her slick folds. The sensation made them both shudder—her soft heat gliding along the sensitive underside of his shaft. She moved slowly, deliberately, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that left them both teetering on the edge of something primal.

Yuri’s head tipped back, her lips parting as a quiet moan escaped her throat, her body trembling as the friction sparked bursts of pleasure through her. MC groaned softly, hands tightening on her hips, resisting the urge to thrust upwards and take her completely. Instead, he watched her, captivated by the way she let herself unravel before him.

Her voice was breathy, almost pleading. "I-I want to feel all of you… I’ve wanted it for so long, but… I just… I need to be sure you want it too."

MC leaned up, closing the space between them as he kissed her deeply, a reassuring, passionate answer to her unspoken question. His hands slid up her waist, her sides, urging her closer, wordlessly promising her that he did. Yuri’s soft whimper against his lips turned into a low, needy groan as she started moving her hips faster, the length of him gliding against her, teasing them both.

Her body trembled above him, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she held herself in place, letting the sensation build. Each motion, each slow stroke of his length against her, sent waves of heat coursing through her body. Yuri’s breath hitched, her back arching slightly as she let herself savor every delicious moment of anticipation. Her movements grew bolder, the friction more insistent, and MC could feel how close she was to surrendering completely.

Yuri’s violet eyes locked with his, her cheeks flushed, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Please… please tell me you want this.” Her tone was shy yet tinged with a desperate need, her body aching to close the final distance, to finally become one with him.

Yuri’s hands trembled slightly as she guided MC’s palms up to her chest, pressing them against the soft fabric of her bra. She sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, her body tensing, then melting into the sensation of his touch. Her fingers curled over his knuckles, as if silently pleading for him to squeeze, to explore, to claim her completely.

MC groaned, feeling the warmth of her flesh through the thin material, the way her body responded to even the lightest pressure. His fingers flexed, kneading gently, and Yuri gasped, her back arching into his hands, her breath shuddering as pleasure shot through her.

"I… I need you," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation and desire. Her violet eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as she braced herself, her hips rolling forward, aligning herself properly over him.

MC barely had time to react before he felt it—Yuri's soft, slick heat pressing against his tip, her body shivering in anticipation as she slowly, deliberately, sank down onto him.

The moment he entered, Yuri let out a quiet, shuddering moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clutched at him for support. The sensation overwhelmed her instantly—a stretch so foreign, so deep, it made her entire body tense before melting into something undeniably pleasurable.

MC groaned beneath her, the tight, velvety heat of her walls enveloping him inch by inch, drawing him deeper into her warmth. Yuri's breath came in ragged gasps, her body adjusting, trembling, savoring the slow, aching fullness as she took him in completely.

She paused for a moment, her thighs quivering as she exhaled shakily, her chest rising and falling against his touch. "I-I can feel everything," she murmured, her voice thick with wonder and arousal. "You're… stretching me so much…"

MC’s hands tightened on her waist, holding her steady as she slowly began to move. The first gentle rise of her hips made them both shudder, a slow, teasing withdrawal before she eased herself back down with another quiet, breathy moan.

Yuri’s pace was hesitant at first, experimental, as she adjusted to the feeling of him inside her. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through her, her breathing uneven, her fingers flexing against his skin as she rode him in slow, deliberate motions.

The friction, the heat, the sheer intimacy of the moment—it was intoxicating. Yuri’s moans grew slightly louder, less restrained, her head tilting back as she lost herself in the rhythm, her body moving with instinctual need.

MC groaned, his hands roaming her body, feeling the way she quivered beneath his touch, the way she clenched around him each time she sank down. He looked up at her, at the way her flushed face twisted in pleasure, her lips parting as soft, breathy gasps escaped her.

"Yuri… you feel incredible," he murmured, voice husky, filled with raw desire.

She bit her lip, her fingers sliding up to his chest, pressing against his skin as she picked up the pace, each movement bringing them closer, driving them further into the pleasure that had been building between them for so long.

There was no more hesitation now—just Yuri, finally surrendering to her deepest desires, letting herself be consumed by the heat, the passion, the overwhelming ecstasy of being with him in this moment.

As Yuri leaned forward, her long hair spilled around them like a dark curtain, her lips brushing against MC’s in a breathless kiss. Her chest pressed against his, soft and warm, the sensation intensifying the heat coursing through her body. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hips never ceasing their slow, deliberate rise and fall over his length.

Her kisses were deep and lingering, her tongue exploring him tentatively at first, then with more confidence as her arousal grew. Each subtle roll of her hips sent jolts of pleasure rippling through her, and the rhythm she set became steadier, more urgent. The friction, the heat, the fullness—it was all consuming her, driving her to move faster, to press her body closer to his.

MC groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, feeling the way her muscles trembled with each movement. Her large breasts, now freed from the constraint of her bra, shifted against his chest with each rise and fall of her hips, their softness tantalizing as they rubbed against him. Yuri let out a shaky gasp, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, her own glazed with lust and a hint of vulnerability.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice husky, almost breaking with emotion. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed deep red, but there was no hesitation in her gaze—only hunger, only need.

As she kept moving, riding him in a steadily increasing rhythm, Yuri began to lose herself entirely in the sensations. Every thrust, every grind of her hips, sent waves of pleasure cascading through her, leaving her gasping and trembling. Her breath hitched each time he filled her, her inner walls clenching reflexively around him, drawing him deeper, urging him to match her pace.

MC met her gaze, hands sliding up her sides, fingers skimming the curves of her waist, before gripping her hips to guide her movements. The connection between them—both physical and emotional—seemed to grow stronger with every motion. Yuri’s soft moans turned into needy whimpers, her head tipping back as the sensations overwhelmed her, her body responding to his touch, his presence, with raw, unfiltered passion.

Yuri’s breath hitched as she felt MC’s strong hands slide down, fingers splaying over the curve of her ass before gripping her firmly. A small, surprised gasp slipped past her parted lips, quickly followed by a shuddering moan as he took control, helping her move with deeper, more deliberate strokes. Each time he guided her up, the head of his cock nearly slipped from her, only for him to pull her back down in a slow, agonizing descent, filling her inch by inch.

Her body trembled, her thighs quivering as she adjusted to the new intensity, but the pleasure was too much to resist—too overwhelming to fight. She whimpered softly, her hands clenching against his shoulders as she pressed herself even closer, her large, soft breasts now flush against his face. The warmth of his breath ghosted over her skin, sending a shiver racing down her spine. The feeling of his mouth against her bare chest, the way his tongue flicked teasingly over her sensitive skin, sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

"MC… oh god," she whimpered, her voice high and breathy, trembling with every movement. "Y-you’re… you’re stretching me so much… it feels so—ahh—good." 

Her words came out broken, swallowed by the pleasure consuming her, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips began to move faster, more desperate, grinding down against him with hungry, shuddering need. The wet, lewd sounds of their bodies meeting filled the empty classroom, the quiet space now heavy with the echoes of her gasping moans and his deep, ragged breaths.

MC groaned against her skin, his grip on her tightening as he guided her, forcing her down harder, deeper. "You’re so warm, so tight," he muttered against her chest, his voice thick with desire. "You feel… incredible."

Yuri could barely form a coherent thought anymore, lost in the sensation of him—his thickness stretching her completely, hitting places deep inside her that sent sparks of pleasure bursting in her core. Every slow pull out left her aching and empty, only for the deep thrust back in to fill her so perfectly, so utterly that she felt like she was drowning in bliss. 

Her breath grew more uneven, her moans louder, her body trembling as she clung to him desperately. "I—I don’t want this to stop," she gasped, her hands fisting into his hair, tugging gently as she rode him faster, the rhythm of her hips growing more erratic, more desperate. 

MC felt her muscles clenching around him, her inner walls tightening with each movement, gripping him so firmly it was driving him mad. He groaned deeply, his hands spreading her soft flesh wider as he thrust up to meet her movements, driving himself deeper into her quivering heat. 

Yuri’s back arched, her entire body tensing as a sharp wave of pleasure tore through her, making her gasp, her fingers digging into his skin. "Oh—ahh—MC!" she cried out, her voice trembling as her body neared the edge. "I—I think I’m… oh god, I’m so close…!"

She had never felt anything like this before—never imagined it could feel so good, so overwhelming. Her thighs trembled, her breathing came in desperate gasps, and she knew she was seconds away from unraveling completely, from succumbing entirely to the pleasure building deep inside her.

MC could feel it too—the way her body clenched around him, the way her breath hitched and her movements grew frantic, her need spilling over in every desperate roll of her hips. He groaned, tightening his grip on her as he drove into her even harder, faster, pushing her closer and closer to that peak she was teetering on.

"Come for me, Yuri," he growled, his voice thick, commanding, his hands pulling her down onto him even deeper, making her shudder violently in his arms.

Her entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat, before a sharp, high-pitched moan escaped her lips as she finally shattered. The pleasure crashed over her in waves, her muscles convulsing around him, her body trembling violently as she buried her face against his neck, muffling the desperate, breathless cries spilling from her mouth.

MC groaned at the sensation of her tightening around him, his own pleasure surging, building rapidly as he felt her fall apart in his arms. He wasn’t far behind, and the feeling of her warmth, her wetness, the way her body clung to his so perfectly, so utterly, was driving him straight over the edge.

Yuri whimpered, her body still trembling, her breath hot against his skin as she clung to him. "MC…" she whispered, voice weak, trembling. "I don’t… I don’t want to let go…" 

She was still grinding against him, slow, lazy movements as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her, keeping him buried deep inside her, their bodies still pressed together so intimately. 

MC’s hands slid up her back, holding her close, feeling her heart hammering against his chest, their breath mingling as the world around them faded away completely. 

Neither of them wanted this moment to end.

MC felt the rush building deep inside him, the pressure mounting to an unbearable peak, his body trembling under the weight of pleasure threatening to overtake him. His grip on Yuri’s hips tightened, fingers pressing firmly into her soft, sweat-slicked skin as his breath came in ragged, uneven gasps.

"Y-Yuri—" His voice was strained, a husky warning between desperate groans. "I’m… I’m gonna—"

Before he could finish, Yuri let out a soft, wanton whimper, her violet eyes hazy and unfocused, lips parted in dazed, breathless bliss. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to leave faint crescent-shaped marks, marking him in a way she wasn’t even aware of. 

She looked down at him with pure, unfiltered need, her flushed cheeks glowing in the dim classroom light, strands of her dark hair clinging to her damp skin. She was panting, her entire body trembling, still reeling from the waves of pleasure that had just crashed over her, but she wasn’t done—not yet. Not until she had him completely. 

"Today… today’s a good day," she murmured, her voice soft, thick with exhaustion and lust. "So… so please…" Her thighs tensed around him as she shifted, rolling her hips against him with slow, deliberate desperation. "Fill me up."

MC’s breath caught in his throat, a deep, guttural groan rumbling from his chest as the meaning of her words hit him all at once. He looked up at her, searching for hesitation, for even the slightest flicker of uncertainty—but there was none. Only unrelenting want, only the raw, aching desire to take everything he had to give.

Yuri gasped as she pushed herself down harder, moving with the last reserves of her strength, riding him with deep, slow strokes that made his entire body tense beneath her. She was utterly consumed, drowning in the feeling of him, her body moving on instinct, desperate to push him over the edge, desperate to feel him pulse deep inside her, to claim her in a way no one else ever had. 

"MC…" she whimpered, voice barely more than a breathy plea, her head tilting back as she picked up the pace, the rhythm of her hips growing frantic. "Give me… all of you."

Her inner walls clenched around him, the tight, wet heat drawing him in, holding him so perfectly, so completely, that he couldn’t hold back any longer. His grip on her tightened, his hands sliding from her hips to her waist, up her back, pressing her down against him as he thrust up to meet her final, desperate movements. 

A deep, shuddering groan ripped from his throat as he finally let go, pleasure crashing over him in violent, overwhelming waves. His body tensed beneath her, his breath hitching as he spilled deep inside her, his release flooding her warmth in thick, pulsating bursts. Yuri gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, her entire body trembling as she felt him filling her, the heat spreading inside her, claiming her completely. 

She let out a shaky, blissful moan, her movements slowing as she rocked against him, drawing out every last drop, savoring the sensation of him releasing deep within her. Her head drooped forward, resting against his shoulder, her lips brushing against his damp skin as she sighed, content, satisfied.

The room was filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing, their bodies still locked together, neither of them willing to move, unwilling to break the moment. MC could still feel the way her body clung to him, soft, warm, slick with sweat and pleasure, her chest rising and falling against his as she struggled to catch her breath.

Yuri shivered slightly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can feel it inside me…" she murmured, her lips curving into the faintest, blissed-out smile. "It’s… so warm."

MC exhaled slowly, pressing a hand against the small of her back, holding her close. He could feel his heart still hammering in his chest, his pulse still racing, but there was something undeniably intimate, something perfect about the way she clung to him, her body still trembling slightly as she came down from her high.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment, simply basking in the aftermath, in the raw, undeniable connection between them. Yuri sighed softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, her voice laced with exhaustion but also deep, unmistakable happiness.

"I never… never thought it would feel like this," she admitted, her fingers tightening against him, as if afraid he might disappear. "I never thought… I’d feel so close to someone."

MC ran a hand up her spine, soothing, grounding, feeling the way her body still quivered slightly under his touch. "Me neither," he murmured, his voice low, warm.

Yuri let out a small, breathless laugh, a sound so soft, so content, that it sent a different kind of warmth through him. She shifted slightly, her body still pressing down against his, savoring the lingering heat between them, unwilling to let go just yet.

"Stay like this," she whispered, voice barely audible, her fingers lacing with his. "Just… for a little longer."

MC tightened his arms around her, holding her close, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head. "As long as you want," he promised, letting the warmth of the moment surround them both.

MC’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing beneath Yuri as the weight of her whispered words crashed into him like a tidal wave. She had nestled herself against his neck, her body still soft and warm, still trembling faintly in the aftermath of their shared pleasure. The sound of her contented purring, the lazy rise and fall of her chest against his, had lulled him into a hazy, blissful state—until she spoke.

"If today… wasn’t safe…" Yuri’s voice was barely above a whisper, her lips brushing against his skin, her breath warm and slow. "Would you have… still filled me up? Would you have… given me a baby?"

MC nearly choked, his lungs seizing for a moment as his mind scrambled to process what she had just said. His fingers instinctively tightened against her back, not out of rejection, but sheer shock at the weight of the question. His heart hammered against his ribs, his throat suddenly dry. He swallowed hard.

Yuri didn’t move away, didn’t take it back. Instead, she pressed herself even closer, her arms draping around his shoulders, her thighs still snugly wrapped around his waist. She wasn’t teasing. She wasn’t joking. Her breath was slow, her body completely relaxed against his, and yet, the words had come so easily, so naturally, as if they had been lurking at the edge of her thoughts all along.

MC forced himself to breathe, to think past the immediate panic. Did she really mean it? The idea of it, of planting something so permanent inside her, of making her swell with his child, sent an unexpected jolt through his body—part fear, part something darker, something deeper. 

His hands slid slowly down her spine, resting against the curve of her hips as he swallowed again. "...Yuri," he started, his voice rough, hesitant. "That’s… a serious thing to ask." 

Yuri hummed softly, still resting against him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns against his damp skin. "I know," she murmured, tilting her head slightly, her lips ghosting over his collarbone. "I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it… If I wasn’t… thinking about it."

MC let out a slow, measured breath, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to her words, the way his still-hard length twitched inside her at the sheer implication. "If you weren’t in a safe day… would you have wanted that?" 

Yuri tensed slightly, her breath catching, but she didn’t hesitate. "I think…" She exhaled, her voice laced with something tender, something possessive. "I think I would have let you… completely. If you wanted it too."

MC felt another sharp jolt run through him, his fingers pressing deeper into the plush flesh of her hips. The thought of it, the thought of fully claiming her, marking her in a way that no one else ever could—watching her grow round with his child, her body changing, her already soft curves becoming fuller because of him—sent a deep, primal shudder down his spine. 

He hadn’t thought about it before. He had never considered something so permanent, so irreversible. And yet, now that she had planted the idea in his mind, it rooted itself deep inside him, refusing to let go.

"...If you weren’t in a safe day," he admitted slowly, his voice low, thoughtful, "I don’t think I could have stopped myself." His fingers traced circles against her skin, his grip possessive yet gentle. "If you asked me to… I don’t think I could have said no."

Yuri shivered, her breath hitching against his neck, her thighs squeezing slightly around his waist as if she were holding onto him even tighter. "MC…" she whispered, her voice carrying something new, something deeper. "That makes me… so happy."

Her hips shifted subtly, as if testing the sensation of him still inside her, her inner walls fluttering around him. MC groaned softly at the movement, the heat of her body reigniting the slow, simmering embers of their passion.

Yuri nuzzled against his neck, her lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his skin. "Maybe next time," she murmured teasingly, her voice a mix of warmth and longing. "If it’s a bad day… I’ll tell you." 

MC swallowed thickly, his pulse pounding as she tilted her head, kissing him again, this time just below his jawline, slow and deliberate. The weight of her words, the meaning behind them, settled deep inside him, igniting something new, something dangerous. 

Something he knew neither of them would be able to resist.

The moment was shattered by the unmistakable echo of footsteps approaching the clubroom door. 

MC barely had time to register the sound before the knob turned, the door swinging open with an all-too-familiar voice drifting into the air. 

"Ah, I know my bag was… right… here…" Sayori's words trailed off into stunned silence, her voice suddenly hollow with shock.

The scene before her froze in time—MC, flat on his back on the classroom floor, shirt half undone, hair messy, breath still heavy from exertion. Yuri, still straddling him, her uniform in complete disarray, her bra loosened and her skirt bunched up around her thighs, her body still clinging to him. The sweat on her skin hadn’t even cooled yet, and the look on her face was one of pure, stunned horror—cheeks flushed deep crimson, lips still slightly parted from the breathless whispers she had just been exchanging with him moments ago. 

For a long, painful second, no one moved. No one spoke. Sayori, gripping the strap of her forgotten school bag, had turned to absolute stone, her bright blue eyes wide as saucers, staring at them like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. 

Yuri’s breath hitched, her entire body locking up, her fingers digging into MC’s shoulders as if she were trying to will herself out of existence. 

Sayori blinked once. Twice. Her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something—anything—but no words came. Her entire face was rapidly turning as red as Yuri’s, realization crashing into her in slow motion as her wide eyes flickered between them—between their disheveled clothes, their tangled limbs, and the unmistakable position they were caught in. 

MC felt the ice-cold grip of sheer panic sink into his spine. His brain scrambled desperately for an excuse, a defense, anything that could salvage this absolute catastrophe. But there was nothing. Nothing that could explain away the way Yuri was still pressed against him, her hands trembling slightly against his chest, her lips swollen from frantic kisses, the deep, intimate flush painting both of their exposed skin. 

Sayori’s mouth opened again, and this time, she made a sound—somewhere between a strangled gasp and an embarrassed squeak. Her fingers clenched around her bag’s strap so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“I-I-I—” Her voice cracked, and she immediately turned her head, her entire body stiffening like a statue. "I… I’ll just… grab this… a-and go…"

With jerky, mechanical movements, she lunged for her forgotten bag, snatching it up from the floor with all the urgency of a bomb disposal technician trying not to set off an explosive. 

MC could see the way her entire body was shaking, could practically hear the steam coming out of her ears as she backed away, avoiding eye contact as if looking directly at them would cause her to drop dead on the spot. 

Yuri, still utterly paralyzed, managed to squeak out the faintest, most mortified whisper. “S-Sayori…!”

But it was too late. 

Sayori was already retreating, her face still burning red, her voice high-pitched and strained as she muttered under her breath, "Oh no oh no oh no oh no I should not have seen that I should not have seen that—"

She fumbled behind her for the doorknob, missing it twice in her blind panic before finally gripping it. With the kind of slow, stiff movements only seen in horror movies, she pulled the door shut with excruciating slowness, as if closing it too fast would somehow make the situation worse. 

The latch clicked. 

Silence. 

MC and Yuri remained frozen, both of them staring at the door, barely breathing, listening as Sayori’s footsteps hurried down the hallway—first at a normal pace, then faster, until she was outright running. 

Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yuri made a noise.

A tiny, strangled whimper of pure, unfiltered mortification.

Her body, which had remained so stiff, so tense, suddenly collapsed onto MC’s chest as she buried her burning face against his skin. 

MC groaned, letting his head fall back against the floor as he stared at the ceiling, the weight of what just happened crashing into him like a freight train. 

"…We are so screwed," he muttered.

Yuri let out another tiny, muffled whimper.

MC sighed, running a hand down his face, still very much aware that they were tangled together, still very much half-naked, and still very much in the clubroom where they had just been caught red-handed.

And now, Sayori knew. 

The question was… what was she going to do with that information?

The next day, the Literature Club met as usual. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, dust motes drifting lazily in the golden light. Everything looked normal. The desks were arranged the same, the bookshelves lined the walls as they always did, and the scent of old paper mixed with the faint aroma of tea Yuri had prepared.

But normal was the last thing MC or Yuri felt.

Despite their best efforts, a thick tension hung between them like an invisible weight. MC could feel the stiffness in Yuri’s posture, the way she kept her head slightly down, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she clutched her book. Her cheeks were already tinted pink, and they hadn’t even spoken yet. Every glance they exchanged was fleeting, stolen, full of silent, unspoken words.

They had talked to Sayori earlier in the day—cornering her, really, the sheer panic in their voices making her yelp in surprise. 

"Sayori, please—"

"You can’t tell anyone!"

Sayori had been flustered, to say the least. She had waved her hands around, stammering, looking anywhere but at them as her entire face burned red.

"I-I wasn't going to!" she had insisted, though her nervous laughter hadn’t exactly reassured them. "I mean—oh wow—I just… I didn't expect to see… um… y'know…" Her voice had trailed off awkwardly, and MC had honestly thought she might explode on the spot.

Yuri had been *mortified*, clenching her fists in front of her chest, barely able to meet Sayori’s eyes. "I… I don't know what to say… I…" she whispered, her voice shaking. 

But Sayori had quickly regained herself, smiling in her usual, bright way (though there was a lingering blush that refused to fade). 

“I promise I won’t tell anyone," she had reassured them. "It's… um… really not my business! A-And I don’t want to embarrass you guys or anything!"  

Both MC and Yuri had breathed sighs of relief at that—though the damage had already been done. *Sayori knew*. And there was no taking that back.

Now, as the Literature Club gathered, the tension between MC and Yuri wasn’t obvious, but it *existed*. Every moment felt delicate, fragile, like a single wrong move would shatter their carefully crafted illusion of normalcy.

Sayori, as usual, sat at the front of the room, her usual cheerful self. She swung her legs idly beneath her desk, humming softly, flipping through one of the club’s many poetry books. Natsuki sat nearby, flipping through a manga, her expression as grumpy as ever. Monika, as composed and elegant as always, sipped her tea, occasionally glancing up from her notes with a thoughtful smile.

Everything seemed fine.

Until Sayori spoke.

“You know,” she said suddenly, tapping her finger against her chin in thought. “Yesterday, I saw *something incredible* when I came back to school for my bag.”

MC stiffened. He could feel Yuri beside him do the same, her entire body freezing as her hands clenched around the book she was holding. 

Sayori’s voice had been casual, lighthearted, almost playful. But MC knew better. *She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t just say it out loud… right?*

Monika looked up, tilting her head. “Oh? What was it?” 

Natsuki barely spared a glance, muttering, “Was it some kind of rare snack? I swear, if you found another vending machine surprise, I’m gonna be so mad.”

MC and Yuri exchanged a quick, panic-filled glance. Yuri’s grip on her book was so tight her knuckles had turned white. MC felt sweat prick at the back of his neck.

“Sayori, don’t do this to us.” MC thought in panic.

Sayori giggled. “Oh no, no. It was way more surprising than that!”

Yuri sucked in a breath, her eyes darting to the floor, her entire body rigid with tension. MC clenched his hands into fists beneath the desk, barely able to keep himself from visibly reacting.

*She’s going to say it. She’s actually going to say it. We are so—*

Sayori grinned. “I saw a couple of birds fighting outside the school! It was so intense! I didn’t even know pigeons could get that aggressive! One of them even did a spin-kick! It was like something out of an action movie!”

Silence.

MC’s entire body sagged in pure relief, a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding rushing out of his lungs. Beside him, Yuri let out a tiny, shaky exhale, her grip on her book finally loosening. He could feel the tension leaking out of her, though her cheeks were still bright red.

Monika chuckled, shaking her head. “Sayori, only you would get that excited about pigeons.”

Natsuki rolled her eyes. “Lame.”

Sayori just kept smiling, humming to herself as if she hadn’t just nearly murdered both MC and Yuri with sheer panic.

MC didn’t dare look at her. If he did, he was sure he’d see that expression—the one where she knew exactly what she had done, the playful glint in her eyes betraying her innocence.

Yuri, still trembling slightly, lifted her book up to her face, hiding behind it as if she could disappear entirely. 

MC sighed, running a hand down his face.

Sayori had won this round.

But at least, for now, their secret was safe.