All right! Fine! I will take you! - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Expectations are the tyranny of the past ensuring the future will always become a disappointment. Since we are mere children, we learn that the expectations of our parents can only lead to realizing one’s own inadequacy when the scorecard finally arrives to show the cruelty of the academic system, and, when we enter the adult world, the expectations of our bosses more often than not just result in unpaid overtime and earning an ulcer before an actual pay rise. The expectations of others serve only to oppress us and destroy any positive self-image one has managed to cling to after years of being bombarded by graded tests and assignments.

But that is not even the tip of the iceberg of the evil that expectations bring, because once one has internalized this weapon of society as one’s own, it is inevitable to develop them. Even individuals as detached from the evils of society as myself, those rare few that bring iron-clad discipline to any confrontation with all that is said to be ‘normal’ or ‘productive,’ can still fall prey to the enemy within.

For instance, one could, perfectly innocently, expect that a visit to his gorgeous Christmas Cake lover wih his cute, foxy junior in tow (whose voyeuristic fetish has already been thoroughly established), could result in something of at least a vaguely sexual nature.

Innocence has, once again, been stabbed in the back by Reality, who at this point is even wondering why it even bothers, and how does this knife manage to remain sharp after all these stabbings. Indeed, Reality is starting to dream of having a knife-selling spot on late-night TV where ha can expose the world to the wonders of his always-sharp brand of stabbing knives. He thinks it could be a good retirement plan.

“Are you even listening, Hikigaya?”

My dead eyes raise up from the notebook I have been provided with upon my entrance to Shizu’s apartment that is now resting open on my lap. In front of me, a woman who may have at some point in her life known what the word ‘fun’ meant is standing in front and to the side of a whiteboard that contains such phrases as ‘safe, sane, consensual,’ ‘safe days aren’t,’ and ‘safewords: keep it simple, stupid,’ alongside some diagrams of the human body (both genres) with some key areas highlighted and annotated. To my side, in another chair and with her own notebook, Iroha seems to be torn between eagerly taking notes and moaning in sheer frustration. No, not the good kind of frustration. I think.

Otherwise, Iroha may enjoy her classwork far more than I thought.

“I am. And taking notes. And reflecting on the nature of expectations as a form of attachment, and thus the source of all suffering.”

“Are you a Buddhist, Senpai?”

“No, he’s just an overly dedicated chuuni.”

I look at the two women trying to gang up on me and decide that enough is enough; a counterattack is only fair at this point. Like the great Kazuma before me, I am a firm believer in gender equality.

“I can’t help but notice none of you are calling me ‘Hachi.’”

Iroha blushes. Shizu blushes and stutters. I almost wish Haruno was here so that I could see what a third person would add after the stutter, but, then again, Haruno. It is better not to tempt fate.

“I—I didn’t think it was appropriate when another person is here…”

“Oh? So it is acceptable via video phone call but not in person?”

“Hachi!”

“Video phone call? Sen—Hachi, what does that even—” Iroha’s question is cut off by the glare Shizu sends her way. Oi, no bullying my junior during a sexually charged conversation. That’s my job.

“It means that we aren’t going about this the right way if you both are embarrassed to call me ‘Hachi’ in front of the other.”

There’s a pause as the three of us exchange looks that are charged with a varied mix of emotions, embarrassment chief among them, before Shizu sighs in defeat.

“Right. Cup of tea?”

“I—I brought snacks and drinks,” Iroha replies.

“Did you—” I start to ask.

“Yes, I brought your ‘diabetes in a can,’” she interjects with smug exasperation. This outrage shall not stand!

“I’ll have you know that the sweetness of Maxx Coffee is perfectly calibrated to provide the energy and endurance that—why are you blushing at… Oh.”

Iroha looks at me with cheeks so red they could match the martial arts uniform of a monkey god turned alien invader, and wiggles in her seat in a way that tells me that embarrassment is not the only thing going through her mind. Because I am a moron who should have clarified that I am not some sort of sexual prodigy in search of ever-higher progress (and wouldn’t that be an interesting take on the shounen formula—focus!).

“I am missing something, aren’t I?” Shizu asks. And I groan. Because of course I couldn’t have clarified this before we entered the lair of the cougar and saved me at least a part of the mortification.

“It’s… Look, Iroha, I should have told you before… Despite what you may have inferred from my stupidly vague recounting, my muscles are sore due to actualexercise. I didn’t… ‘convince’ Shizu with sexual stamina and prolonged—Oh Heavens, what am I even saying…” The last part has been perfectly audible. To some breeds of dogs, at least.

There’s a silence as I stare with steadfast determination at my notes. Yes, I am studying, not avoiding looking at the women around me in my moment of defeat. I am known for my devotion to my scholarly pursuits, after all.

By which I mean I always play wizards, because warriors sound like people who get far too much exercise for a setting without showers.

On the bright side, with the way things are going I may still have a chance to become a wizard after the evening is over. See? Every cloud has a silver lining. Or quicksilver. That sounds like a more realistic and useful saying: ‘no matter how bad things are, you can always get mercury poisoning.’

“That..” Shizu clears her throat before proceeding, “is not quite true.”

My head whips up so fast I almost miss Iroha’s hair’s snap at it breaks the sound barrier. Shizu’s hands are clasped, her fingers twirling and clenching as she shifts her weight in a way that can’t help but bring my attention to her swaying hips, and her face is so flushed I just have to—down. Not the time for Standard Adolescent Gait Number Two.

“Not… quitetrue?” Iroha. Iroha, why are you panting like that? Why are you looking at Shizu like you discovered a hitherto unknown need to call her ‘onee-sama’ as you teleport steel spikes into her enemies yet mysteriously remain absent from the parent series even though your power and training makes you one of the best combatants of the setting?

“I… didn’t think this, having someone watch us, was a good idea. Hachi came here so I could give him some exercising tips, and I got a call from a friend and he… He started playing. With me. My friend ended up watching through the phone. And… I… enjoyed it? A… lot?” That’s a good summary, even if biased in a way that gives me more credit than I deserve, given a few omitted details. Also, I don’t think Iroha has ever paid so much attention to a teacher in her life.

“The friend was Yukinoshita Haruno.” This may have been a dumb thing to say. Yukinoshita would praise my consistency.

Shizu is looking at me like I have betrayed some deeply held secret. Iroha is looking at me like I have somehow not only regained but surpassed her initial appreciation of my sexual progress. Whyyy?!

Ah. Haruno. Right.

I feel like that word is far too good an explanation for a wide variety of subjects. Why did the financial system crash last week? Haruno. Why did Grimgar not get a second season? Haruno. Why does Yukinoshita have more traumas than the typical otome game cast (collectively)? Haruno.

Why does Hikigaya Hachiman have a sexual relationship with his teacher? Haruno.

Speaking of which, there’s something else I may need to clarify…

“I am also a virgin.” Yes, what’s one more nail in the coffin?

“Wha—how?!”

“You see, when a socially maladjusted man and a woman who is quickly running out of options love each other very much—” Aaand now there’s a fist grinding on top of my skull. How nostalgic.

“Refer to the third diagram. Penetration is not the only meaningful thing you can do with a partner.”

“Is this your kink, Shizu? The strict teacher disciplining her wayward student?” Uh, it looks like that fist just lost all strength. Note to self: sexual harassment is as likely to get me into physical punishment as out of it. How mysterious. I wonder if there’s a way to buff the skill to remove its potential malus?

“What?! No! I just… You told me she wanted to learn about sex with people she trusted, so I…”

I look at the blushing woman standing at my side and decide enough is enough. Deep-voiced bastard? The floor is yours.

With arms as firm and strong as the average wet noodle, I hug Shizu’s side and manage to drag her into my lap. She’s now sitting across me, facing Iroha to my right, and blushing as much as I’ve ever seen her do. Right, good start.

“Shizu,” I grasp her chin and force her to look into my eyes, her own telling me she’s on the verge of panic, “you are beautiful.”

And I kiss her.

Light, soft, lips barely brushing and getting a taste of that cherry lip gloss she could have borrowed from Iroha herself.

“Gorgeous.”

I drag her back to me, my tongue prodding till she grants me a brief entrance.

“Sexy.”

My hand goes from her chin to her nape, and I press forward, bending her back as she moans into my mouth and our bodies press together. Then I let her go and look into her eyes as she pants. They are wide open, fixated on my own, but now it’s not panic that they show me.

“And Iroha also thinks so. Isn’t that right, my foxy, cute junior?”

I hear an ‘eep’ as I turn back to see her leaning forward on the edge of her chair, her interest more obvious than a Naruto antagonist’s tragic past.

“Tell her, Iroha.” I look straight at her, and she visibly swallows.

“You are so unfair, Sen—” I raise an eyebrow, “Hachi… So unfair…”

I grab her chin with the hand that isn’t pressing Shizu’s body against mine and pull her a bit forward, so that she’s almost unbalanced on the chair and has entered our own space.

“Tell her.”

“Ms. Hiratsuka.. you are beautiful, gorgeous. Sexy.” Her eyes go from Shizu to mine and back again, her breath shallower with every whispered word.

“Good. Call her Shizu.” And the woman in my arms trembles as the one I am holding takes a sharp breath.

“Shizu…”

And they both let out a small, short, yet intense moan.

Deep-voiced bastard, I acknowledge your prowess. Also, if you could give me a hint about what the Hell I am supposed to be doing after this display? That would be quite appreciated.

Before I can make a fool out of myself by trying to top whatever I just pulled off, Shizu starts kissing my neck, which gives me a very convenient excuse to close my eyes before my blush at Iroha’s look reaches aneurysm-inducing levels.

“See? No need to be worried, Shizu. You are an amazing woman, everyone here knows that except you. Stop trying to hold back and just do what you feel comfortable doing. I think it’s in diagram number four.” I don’t have a clue what’s in diagram number four. I hope NTR is not on the menu.

Shizu moans against my neck, and the vibrations make me answer in tune. She then starts undoing the buttons on my uniform shirt, and I feel Iroha’s weight shifting as she takes the hand that was still grabbing her chin with her own. I think she’s getting up… Yes. Going by the two very soft pillows pressing against the back of my head, she’s now standing behind and over me, getting a privileged, close-up view of Shizu’s maneuvers while still indecently grasping my hand. As expected of my voyeuristic junior.

When the last button of my shirt is undone, Shizu hesitates once more before getting up from my lap. By this point, it is quite obvious what the close contact with the two women has done to me, so I don’t even try to hide it, and Iroha’s small gasp brings me enough pride that any impulse to do so fades as quickly as my interest in an eroge I have already beaten.

“You want to see him, don’t you? You didn’t have a good view from the stairs.” Shizu’s voice is huskier, deeper, and I wonder whether deep-voiced bastard syndrome may be contagious. If so, I hope the transmission vector is only sexual.

“I… I only caught part of it. He looked big.” I open my eyes in shock at that statement, just in time to catch Shizu’s smug grin directed at the girl behind me.

“He is. More than enough. Lean forward if you want to see.” And Iroha’s arm hugs my neck as she bends over my head, what I can see of her expression captivated by what Shizu is about to show her, her hand still not letting go of mine.

I think I need an adult.

Shizu kneels down in front of me and deftly maneuvers my pants. At her cue, I lift my hips so she can take them away, along with my boxers. Her hands rest atop my bare knees and lightly pushes them apart, my member as erect as it has ever been, completely exposed to the two eager gazes.

Iroha swallows once again, her hand squeezing mine in a silent signal of something I don’t quite understand. Shizu, uncharacteristically from what I have come to expect from the easily flustered woman, smirks as she lays the tip of her pointer finger just below my glans, pushing it up so it points directly at Iroha.

“So, lesson number one: men are as delicate down here as we are. You can get rough sometimes, but only with enough lubrication and after working them up to it.” Her tone is precisely the very same she uses when dictating a lesson in front of the blackboard, and seeing her looking up at me from between my legs, wearing the same black vest and white shirt she does when teaching class… My member throbs.

“It… It can move? By itself?” Iroha’s voice is genuinely curious, but also… It reminds me of the squeak of a small animal, and that in turn makes me want to chase her down and pounce on—not the time, deep-voiced bastard!

Or, well, the time, but not quite… You know what I mean.

“It is not a muscle, despite what some morons may claim, but it has some around it. Nothing actually… useful, but enough to see reactions like that from time to time. Usually, if it’s very hard and it twitches without touching it, it’s because something managed to turn them on a lot. Isn’t that right… Hachi?” Are you trying to get me to ejaculate without any physical stimulation just by whispering my name in a tone so inviting it has its own tab at the nearest pub? I am sorry, Ms. Hiratsuka, but that’s impossible. I can only ejaculate after watching you lose all composure as your face breaks down in ever-increasing waves of pleasure. I hope you can accept that fact and that you won’t begrudge me my own inclinations.

Dammit, Iroha is contagious.

Shizu smirks at me from behind my erect cock—which is a sight that not only will go into the CG room , but should be printed in a gigantic poster that will forever keep any girls from entering my room—and I can see the pink dusting traveling over her nose and the small hesitance, the hint of nervousness behind the bravado and the arousal.

“You know perfectly well what you did, Shizu.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about… Hachi.” Her smirk widens, and a bit more of the apprehension melts away.

And my dick twitches.

Iroha gasps, Shizu chuckles with more pride than amusement, and I try very hard not to blush.

“All right, if you are so intent on making me cum just from sheer arousal, you may as well give me a show.” Deep-voiced bastard version two: Not Putting Up With This Shit. Like any shounen powerup worth the name, it came out of nowhere and its power level is unmeasurable.

“Well, if you think you can hold back…” Shizu’s hands leave my body and start slowly, fartoo slowly, undoing her buttons.

“See, Iroha, when you undress for someone else, you don’t need to put on a show.” Her collar opens. “The circumstances aren’t always right, and sometimes you won’t be in the mood for it.” Enough buttons are undone that they have reached the valley of her vest, and Shizu pulls the fabric apart to show me—us—her generous bust lifted up by a black bra that is a match for the lacey panties I saw yesterday. “But even if you do not dance to some trashy music or twirl around a pole…” She has undone all of her vest’s buttons save one… starting from down below. And now she’s playing with that last button where it meets the open expanse of her shirt. “Even then, you can still play.” And now she gets up and turns around, her arms following the sides of her body, of her neck, tangling with her long hair as her hips sway from side to side, and this time it’s me that squeezes Iroha’s hand. Mostly because it looks like she has forgotten how to breathe. “It’s not about being sexy, it’s about feeling sexy. It’s not only for him,” she shoots a look at me over her shoulder, and she starts lowering herself as her pants slide down her smooth legs, “you also need it. You need to feel good about yourself, about what you are showing him, about how he reacts to you.” She bends, and my gaze is looked on how wonderfully the posture showcases her backside as she wiggles it from side to side. I don’t even notice when her pants are gone, just when she stands up.

“And… And if I don’t? If I don’t feel good about showing him?”

Shizu turns around, her black panties showing beneath her white shirt, her cheeks flushed in something that most definitely isn’t shame, and takes a step toward me, the heat of her body rushing up over my face. And she takes Iroha’s face between her hands and I try not to think about what may still be on the tip of her pointer finger.

“You are a very attractive young woman, Iroha. I don’t mean just your body: you are smart, witty, mischievous… and a good person. If you don’t feel good about showing your naked body to someone… Don’t. The problem is not you, it’s how you feel with them. Maybe it’s not the right time, or maybe it’s not the right person, but I can only tell you that forcing yourself to do something you aren’t comfortable with is rarely a good idea when it comes to intimacy. You need to feel safe, wanted, attractive. If you don’t? Stop. If they pressure you? Block their number. And tell me.”

There’s a silence between them that even I am not dense enough to infringe on, even if part of me feels this speech may have been more moving if it hadn’t been delivered right on the middle of the first striptease I have ever gotten. Once again, my foxy junior steals the spotlight with her cunning.

Well, two can play at this game.

I pull on Iroha’s hand, and she stumbles around the chair, pressing against Shizu in front of me, her face flushing even deeper as her eyes go from my exposed member, to her teacher’s marvelous cleavage, to my intense gaze.

“You areattractive, Iroha. You shouldn’t need me to tell you this. You are attractive enough I noticed you while Shizu was giving me my first blowjob, and I found it arousing. You haven’t realized yet how hard it would have been for me to even acknowledge almost any other woman in those circumstances. But you? You were there, and you were captivating.”

“Senpai… Hachi.What? Hachi, are you telling me to let you shoot all of your cum over my innocent, cute face? To let you jerk your thick cock right above my lips so I can smell your manly scent just before you erupt in uncontrollable pleasure? To let you spend every last drop of your seed over my fair skin, to let you mark me with your taste, your smell, your everything? That is impossible! I can’t do that! Well… not unless you grab my hair and leave me no choice, of course…”

…

Uh?

…

No, seriously, what?

Shizu, stop laughing!

“I… Uh, I think, I… Sorry, what?!”

There, that’s as eloquent an answer as her monologue is likely to get. I have done my best, but even deep-voiced level two has proven useless against this foe. It’s time to shave off my eyebrows and prepare for level three.

Shizu turns a heavily blushing Iroha around and hugs her tightly as she keeps laughing her (spectacular) ass off, and Iroha keeps nervously shooting me glances as her hand twitches in mine almost as much as my dick during her speech.

Dangerous. The foxy junior is dangerous.

“You did practice that, didn’t you?” Shizu asks, a hint of tears of laughter in her voice.

“I did! I even had the pose to go down with it, but he just caught me by surprise with his intensity and I blurted it out! What a waste!”

“A waste? Dear, you have left Hikigaya Hachiman speechless; that deserves a medal.”

“I wanted to make him cum without touching him!”

“And you almost managed, for fuck’s sake…”

“See? If I had saved it for the right moment…”

“Shhh… Plans and schemes are all well and good, but you always need some spontaneity. Come on, let me show you.”

And Shizu kneels once again, reclaiming her rightful position behind my erect member (that is leaking far too much precum, given the lack of contact). But she drags Iroha with her, so now I have… Two attractive women kneeling in front of my cock.

CG room, don’t fail me now.

“See, Iroha? He finds you attractive. Very attractive, going by all… this” she whispers before dragging a dollop off with her finger. “Now the question is: do you feel attractive? Do you like having him see you this way?”

And at that Iroha’s face contorts in a wild variety of poses that leaves me with absolutely no clue about what’s going through her mind. So, business as usual, I guess.

Finally, looking into my eyes from below me and in an almost surly profile, she nods. And Shizu takes the finger with my dollop of precum and… offers it to her.

No fucking way.

Iroha looks at it, then at me, then at Shizu, and, with the hand that isn’t grasping mine like she’s afraid I am going to leave her without carrying her bags, she takes Shizu’s.

And puts the finger inside her mouth.

Her eyes widen, I don’t know whether it’s due to the taste or to the realization of what she’s done in front of witnesses, but… she closes them. Her cheeks suck in. She swallows.

“Are you both trying to give me a heart attack, or is that just a happy coincidence?”

“Only you could have two women on their knees fixated on your cock and fluids and manage to find a way to complain, Hachi,” Shizu says. Not inaccurately.

“You praise me too much.”

Iroha takes Shizu’s finger out of her mouth and looks at me before her sly look washes over her embarrassment.

“I would say any praise we give you is too much praise, Senpai. Also, you are salty.”

Stop! I can’t take this barrage anymore, stop! At least let me train for a year in a time-compressing chamber so that I can shave off my eyebrows in peace!

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Shizu murmurs… as she grabs my cock.

Praise be all eroge creators for having designed the rigorous training regime that is currently allowing me to not cum right over their faces as they—

Stop. Bad Brain. You aren’t helping.

Iroha and Shizu seem to have come to an understanding, because while my teacher fondly fondles my fondler, my junior is giving me a wide grin and resuming taking off the woman’s clothes. The vest finally gives up on its titanic task of containing Shizu’s first syllable of the word ’titanic,’ and the shirt is promptly unbuttoned, leaving me to admire how her silk-clad breasts sway under her open clothes as her lazy rhythm keeps me (completely unnecessarily, but I am not about to complain) from going soft.

“We should… completely uncover, if we are going to let him do what you asked him to do. It isn’t fun to wash the stains,” Shizu once again shows her pointless experience with people who should be more considerate. Not me, of course. I am the very epitome of the attentive lover. Except for the part where I am a virgin who somehow keeps dragging other women into our sexual lives.

Tee-hee.

Iroha nods and… Oh. Uncovering.

Good news: Iroha apparently feels comfortable with me. Very comfortable.

Bad news: uh… let me get back to you on that.

She isn’t as deliberate as Shizu, and the fact that both of them are dropping their clothes at once doesn’t let me quite focus on one to the exclusion of the other, but Iroha’s smile, a tad of shyness, a hint of self-assuredness, and a lot of tenderness… It’s almost enough to make me not focus on her body.

That is, until she finally lets go of my hand to take off her bra.

Yes. Not quite on Yuigahama’s level, but definitely with their own merits.

Iroha’s breasts are firm, round, capped by small nipples with an almost reddish hue that look… chewable. That is the best word I can think of for them.

Even kneeling right beside Shizu, with her more generous proportions, I can appreciate how both of them are definitely… Beautiful. It’s the only way to define them. The smooth skin, the gentle swell, the weight as they rest over my… legs…

All right, somebody better give me an excuse to cum soon, because this is getting ridiculous!

“See? You are attractive, Iroha. You don’t need to fear anything.” Shizu murmurs, her lips almost touching me, her breasts brushing against the inside of my thighs with every deep breath. And, as she stops talking, she takes a long scent off my manhood that makes that rubbing very noticeable.

“I… The way he looks at you…” Iroha doesn’t know how to continue, almost as mesmerized by my teacher’s actions as I am.

“You are both incredible women, more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed,” I rest my hands on top of their heads and they both nuzzle against my palms. “I don’t know what I have done to deserve this, I don’t think I deserve this… but I want to. I want to show you both how happy you are making me and make you as happy as I am in turn.” My fingers tangle through soft, black hair, through short brown with a hint of red. “You are amazing. I couldn’t have dreamed of this, I—”

I stop. Before I say too much. Before I say something that can never be enough. Not just with words.

They are looking at me.

“Senpai… I will have you take responsibility.”

“Yes, Hachi. You cannot say something like this to a woman and expect her to leave it be.”

A look passes between them before they grin at each other and then back at me.

“So, take responsibility!” They say at once. And Shizu takes me between her breasts as Iroha kisses my tip.

The softness enveloping me is unlike anything I have experienced yet. It’s not the firm grasp of her hand, nor the wet embrace of her mouth, but the warm pressure that only leaves enough exposed for Iroha to once again get acquainted with my particular flavor… It’s intense. Overwhelming.

“Iroha… let some saliva drip down his cock. It will make this better for him.”

My junior hums in agreement, and I can feel rivulets of viscous, warm liquid glide down until they pool where my member emerges from Shizu’s embracing cleavage. With every up and down motion, a bit of the liquid slides between my skin and her own, and a bit more strength and speed is added to her movements until I hear her heavy, soft flesh slap against my legs. Iroha is dragged along with her teacher’s (in this particular subject) pace, her mouth going from staying at my very tip while she softly licks me with her pointy, agile tongue, to sliding down until she meets Shizu’s flesh in the most obscene kiss I have ever witnessed.

I could climax just from the image alone, especially when Shizu lifts a marveled look from the young girl nuzzled into her bosom to stare at me with something warm and radiant. Something that does to my chest what her own is doing to my member.

‘I love you,’ I mouth at her while Iroha’s eyes are closed and her pleased murmurs rumble along my flesh.

‘You are shameless,’ she seems to answer.

But the deep-voiced bastard, no matter how much damage he has taken today, is not about t let that pass.

My feet slide between their spread legs to twin cries of muffled surprise, and a big toe of each foot starts intermittently pressing against their sex. They don’t protest, their bodies shifting as they seem to search for deeper contact, and that’s enough to restore my confidence. My hands drift down from their hair, playing along slender necks, caressing small ears, and finally reaching those mounds that have fascinated me so since they have been revealed. Iroha almost yells around my cock as I gently twirl my thumb around her reddish nipple, and Shizu bites her lip as I firmly grasp one of the breasts so tightly wrapped around me.

Two gorgeous women servicing me between my legs, looking at me with undisguised lust as I play with their bodies and give them even a fraction of the pleasure they are giving me. A sight many men would sell their kidney(s) for. And I am still a virgin.

My sexual life is messed up, as I expected.

I would like to stretch this as much as possible, to give Iroha a taste of that superhuman she has dreamed of, but this is just my third time doing something even remotely like this, and the preliminaries have already been quite taxing on my reserves. I would like to be more, to be better, to take them to heights no other man will ever share with them, but this…

This is as far as I go.

If I am lucky, we will go higher another day. If not, I will still treasure this moment till the day I die.

“I am going to finish.”

Iroha jumps off me, and that almost does it, but then she grabs the hand that’s been playing with her firm nipple and brings it to the back of her head, looking at me with longing as she licks off the traces of precum sticking to her lips. Shizu looks to the side and lets out a small snigger that turns into a moan halfway when my foot digs deeper into her drenched panties.

And Iroha tilts her head down and to the right, looking up at me from behind her long eyelashes as she drags her lip down the tiniest amount required to flash me a hint of white teeth.

And she clears her throat.

“Hachi… are you telling me to let you shoot all of your cum over my innocent, cute face? To have Shizu jerk your thick cock right above my lips so I can smell your manly scent just before you erupt in uncontrollable pleasure? To have her aim every last drop of your seed over my fair skin, to let you both mark me with your taste, your smell, your everything? That is impossible! I can’t do that! Well… not unless you grab my hair and leave me no choice, of course.”

And she looks at Shizu and me as her hand gets under her panties, her fingers pushing my foot aside as she frantically plays with herself and gives me her finishing strike.

“Please?”

And I see white.

I am pretty sure Shizu will get a noise complaint, because as my delicious Christmas Cake frantically jerks me off over the not-at-all innocent face of my cheeky, sly junior, and they both masturbate as if they are trying to race one another, I let out a roar as I feel my orgasm surge up through my spine. My hips jerk forward with each rushing jet of heat that hits Iroha’s face to her pleased yelps, but this orgasm isn’t contained to the ecstasy of release: it’s something I experience with my full body, the overwhelming sensation seeming to burn anything inconsequential in its path only to leave lingering flames that drain me of my remaining strength.

And then Iroha comes, her face open in ecstasy as the last of my release drops onto her tongue, and Shizu isn’t long in following her, the grip of her hand on my still hard erection slackening as her muscles are also robbed of their strength, even if not as much as mine.

I drop bonelessly on the chair, two gorgeous women slumped over my legs. And I try to breathe.

***

When I regain enough sense to remember my whole body is sore and devoid of strength, I am in time to see Shizu dotingly wiping my sperm off Iroha’s face, who is blushing in a way that tells me she is as pleased as she is embarrassed by the motherly care of someone she just shared an orgasm with.

I can sympathize.

At least, I would if that care had ever been directed at me. Oi, Shizu, what’s with this blatant favoritism? Is it a lily garden after all?

“So, what kind of homework do you want?”

Shizu, absolutely incongruously, decides my question is enough reason to violently flush when wiping my sexual fluids off the face of another woman wasn’t.

“Hachi, be nice. Don’t tease her.”

“There’s a contradiction in your demand, Iroha: Shizu likes to be teased.”

“I—that’s not true!”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Well… not always…” And Iroha’s face lights up at the admission.

“Really? Then maybe I should start practicing another speech… What do you say, Hachi? Any requests?”

“I am sure we can come up with something. No need to spoil the surprise.”

“You are both terrible and far too prone to ganging up on a poor, defenseless maiden.”

“If you say ‘maiden at heart,’ I will be too sad, Shizu. Please, spare me the heartache.”

“… Did you do your push-ups today, brat?”

“Are you trying to make me associate sexual ecstasy with unbearable pain? I knew you had a disciplinarian fetish.”

Shizu splutters an undignified denial, Iroha and I tease her a bit more, and then the conversation moves to the sofa. We joke, we finally get to eat Iroha’s snacks, and we mock Shizu relentlessly for the whiteboard full of sexual theory. We laugh, we cuddle, and finally end up taking an impromptu nap on the far too big sofa, all three slumped on an irregular, half-dressed pile along its length.

And I have never been happier.