All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! – Chapter 109 [4.3k Words NSFW] (Patreon)

Convenient breaks from reality.

No matter what story it is that you’re engaged in, no matter the medium of choice, the tone, the genre, or the tropes… willing suspension of disbelief is not a rigid concept.

Yes, it would make you roll your eyes and finally give up on a particular franchise if they added yet another hair color to the palette that the main character’s stylist has to work with—an unsung hero who definitely deserves a series of his own, one that would be greatly improved if it turned out that he was taking care of the looks of not only space monkeys, but maybe a gaggle of otaku-friendly gyarus? Like… I seem to remember there’s a ‘restaurant from another world’ or a ‘hero union’s BBS’ mangas that somewhat resemble the concept, so I don’t see why we couldn’t—anyway.

Breaks from reality.

You see, Suspension of Disbelief-chan, as harsh a mistress as she may sometimes appear to be when an entire cinema theater starts bitching at a perfectly viable escape from death via the creative and urgent use of a refrigerator, is actually flexible enough that she had to ditch her leather corset for a latex bodysuit. There are moments when the audience needsto relax. When it is acceptable for an unlikely quip to come through in a scene where nobody would have the available brain power to keep bantering, or when the cast of battle-hardened magical girls somehow get a drop of sweat on their foreheads gigantic enough to herald an urgent visit to the hospital to treat their dehydration—or, in other, particular genres, when other fluids come out in large enough quantities that the hospital would quickly stop being an option and only a morgue would do.

These are little things embedded in the very fabric of the stories one enjoys. No matter how realistic the action movie is, it’s a rare (and likely fun at parties) viewer who will count the shots fired between reloading. Survival games may get as granular as you like, but I’ve (thankfully) yet to see any of them that have you deal with a urinary tract infection. JRPGs may often feature some kind of food system, but none of them will then (sadly) have you work out in a gym frequented by two high schoolers the excess of calories gained after healing via apple overeating.

These are some things that we just… accept. That we need. That we let stories get away with, no matter how nonsensical.

Like, for instance, and this is a completely random example, how somebody can get through an entire doujin’s worth of sleep sex without waking up.

Or how somebody would stare wide-eyed at the dark ceiling of his girlfriend’s bedroom while a warm, soft, nude body crawls over legs that were pajama-clad when he managed to fall unconscious.

So…

I blink.

I blink a few more times, trying to shake off the brain fog strangling all but my most essential thought processes (the ranting ones), and turn my head ever so slightly to the left, finding Shizu’s closed eyes and wide-open mouth lying sideways on her pillow.

Then I say the only thing that I can manage to say in these circumstances:

“Haruno?”

“Hmmmm?” comes the toe-curling, hummed reply from beneath the lilac sheets tented somewhat higher than usual over my crotch.

“Good morning?” I say, lifting the blanket to meet barely visible and disquietingly feline eyes looking at me from behind my cock.

“You called me predictable,” she says.

“To be fair, I was referring to a single reaction in very concrete circumstances that would have made it very hard for you to deviate from your established character—hn!” I try to explain before being rudely interrupted by soft, warm lips parting around my cock’s head and slowly descending as her tongue maddeningly teases and prods, caressing me as thoroughly as she ever decides to do anything she deigns worth the bother.

And, through it all, Shizu manages to keep being unflatteringly yet cutely unconscious.

Well done, Suspension of Disbelief-chan. Ganbare. I very much appreciate your efforts in maintaining the tropes of the setting.

Now, if only you could make it so Haruno could somehow orgasm from her mouth pussy or something equally hyperbolic, I promise to only bitch about half as much as I did at Super Saiyan Rosé.

… Huh. I was half-hoping that would make me go soft.

“I’m not entirely sure how this is supposed to be a punishment,” I manage to hiss out while I struggle to keep the sheets in my grasp from vibrating.

“So I guess that means I’m doing something unexpected?” she says with a grin that I know is there, even if it’s entirely hidden as she tilts her head sideways to kiss and lick along the underside of my cock.

“You… You could say that,” I answer, hoping it’s not the terminally stupid thing to tell her.

“Good,” she purrs before swallowing my entire glans at once and frantically running her tongue around it, the hardened tip going wild under the ridge and briefly strumming my frenulum until my eyes roll back and my head pushes down on the pillow behind me, and— “Now get up before you are late to school.”

I blink.

Again.

Then I manage to tremulously lift the sheets and look down to find Haruno holding my cock with the tips of her fingers, using it to lightly tap her right cheek in a way that highlights rather than distorts the wide, gleefulgrin on her wet lips.

“You aren’t serious,” I say.

“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley,” she answers, the grin impossibly widening in a way that would make the MGE Cheshire Cat genuflect in newfound religion.

“I don’t know what that line means. I can only assume that it’s a reference to something French, seeing as you are, you know, so predictable,” I say, desperately hoping against hope that my risky gambit will pay off—

“An American comedy. Really, my dearest Hachiman, I warnedyou that you should broaden your horizons. I can hardly convey my disappointment,” she says in a way that sounds about as disappointed as I am calm and detached from worldly desires.

Then she giggles.

Giggles.

A nude Haruno is holding my cock, kneeling between my legs, giggling… and now she’s crawling out of bed.

I watch her shapely derriere walk out of the room, only pausing for her owner to shoot me a lascivious wink over her pale, bare shoulder before the door opens and closes behind her, and I can only drop my head on the pillow, my head bouncing twice before it stops as I let out the kind of whine one would usually assume to come from a martial artist alien prince getting kicked between his legs.

Then, after an eternity of desperate craving, a slender, strong hand holds my shoulder and I turn to meet Shizu’s open eyes and arched eyebrow.

“I don’t suppose you would—” I start despite the tiny, suspiciously Brain-chan-like voice screaming at me from behind a wall of stormy need.

“You’re going to be late for class,” she mercilessly cuts me off. Or down. It’s hard to tell at the moment.

So I turn back to stare at the still-dark ceiling and keep whining for about two and a half minutes.

Or so Shizu claims when she finally pushes me off the bed.

***

“You can’t be serious,” I say when I walk into the kitchen.

“I don’t appreciate my boyfriend being so controlling. There are a lot of things I can do without your permission or input, Hachiman,” she says with a chiding tone as she carelessly adopts Tohsaka Rin’s lecturing pose, with the raised, tutting index finger and the back of her left hand resting against her cocked hip.

Also, while wearing a naked apron.

“You know perfectly well what you’re doing to me,” I say with an unquestionably manly and steady voice that does not warrant, at all, her mocking grin.

“Do I? That would seem predictable, wouldn’t it?” she tells me before turning back to tend to the pot of utterly Japanese miso soup in a way that, likely not coincidentally at all, also turns her shapely derriere my way.

My left eye is starting to tick. Which is somewhat worrying: I had projected at least a week before I developed physical symptoms of chronic stress.

“You know, I’m pretty sure that you’re about as frustrated as I am at this moment…” I say, switching the angles of attack as I take a step forward and rest my hands on her bare waist, running playful fingers up and down her sides, feeling the velvet soft of her yielding skin as I dip to take a deep breath from her nape, my lips opening to nibble on the side of her neck.

“Maybe? Just… a bit?” she says, leaning back against my body, her warm back yet again making my chest feel… full. Like a missing piece slots right in. Like I could surround this woman with my arms and never let go, and that would be just… just what I need to—

She’s grinding her ass against my cock.

Her bare ass against my sadly pants-covered cock.

“I could… I could do a lot about your frustration, Haruno,” I say, lowering my volume and maybe a few wards that were never that effective, after all, so, really, it’s not much of a loss to toss them out before their date of expiration. Not like I’m unleashing an unstoppable force of forceful romance and sexual dominance upon my chosen women or anything. That doesn’t sound like something I would do, does it?

‘… If you’re asking for my input at this point, it’s clear that you’ve run out of places to find absolution in.’

Shut up, Brain-chan. It’s dangerous for you to come out while the Deep-Voiced Bastard prowls.

‘Aaaaand now you’re imagining gender-bent you being pushed down by beast-mode you, and I’m honestly shocked this is the first time this has happened.’

I blame Haruno.

‘We all do in here. She’s at the top of the ‘Early Causes of Death’ poll.’

“Ha… Hachi,” the woman in my arms says, pressing her full body against me, my fingers sliding under the thin lace at the edges of her short apron, her head hanging back, resting on my shoulder so that I can see her languid smile and her peacefully closed eyes as she offers herself to me in surrender, my hands crawling up toward her breasts before I even realize it, her full softness cradled against my palms as she moans and murmurs in sheer, exuberant pleasure. “Hachi… No matter how frustrated I am… I can stay here and have Shizu take care of me while you’re in class.”

I blink.

Her eyes slowly open at precisely the same speed that her languid smile morphs into a triumphant grin.

Then she slaps my hands away and, with a last crotch-griding sashay, she steps forward toward the miso soup in the making.

“I…” I start.

“Don’t. It’s dangerous,” Shizu says from right behind me.

“What?” I ask with utter disorientation.

“Don’t bend her over while she’s cooking,” she explains as Haruno giggles.

“I… I wasn’t going to…”

I meet Shizu’s unimpressed, flat stare.

Then I turn back toward Haruno’s swaying, naked, shapelyderriere.

This time, it only takes two minutes of whining for Shizu to kick my shin.

***

“You’re all terrible girlfriends. I just want you to know that if Iroha’s grades start to suffer, it will all be your fault,” I say while I patiently wait for my breakfast to be ready, sitting by Shizu’s counter and trying not to stare at the swaying Haruno in front of me.

“Why would Iroha’s grades suffer?” Shizu asks from my side, but likely only because she’s about as distracted as I currently am by witnessing the culinary prowess of our mutual girlfriend, temptress, and tormentor.

So, with due consideration as her recently live-in boyfriend, I slowly turn toward her and patiently wait for her to face me so that I can raise my eyebrow with all the condescending derision such a question deserves.

“Shut up,” she mumbles. “My sleep schedule is all messed up, and my brain’s not in working order.”

“I wasn’t talking.”

“The expressions you make constitute a whole language just by themselves. A particularly nuanced yet incredibly rude one.”

“Thank you. I try.”

“We can tell,” Haruno cheerfully interjects as she turns around with a couple of steaming miso bowls that she delicately places in front of two sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated, very much not morning people without crossing over to our side of the counter.

“It’s good to have my efforts appreciated,” I say, trying not to sulk.

“It really, really is,” she says with a bright grin.

And then she vanishes.

Which, for a moment, makes me ponder just how prophetic my musing about the Cheshire Cat may have been, but then I notice a hand on my left knee, and—

And Haruno pushes my thighs apart, her lavender eyes looking up at me with merriment and mischief bright enough that it takes me a moment to finally notice Shizu laughing by my side.

“… You two planned all this. You two conspired against me,” I say with all the indignation I can muster while an impossibly attractive woman fishes my cock out of my school uniform.

“Start eating, or you’ll be late to school,” Shizu says with a grin that is Haruno-like enough to worry me in ways somewhat incompatible with what’s going on under the counter.

“Yes, Hachiman. You should enjoy your meal. Down to the very. Last. Drop,” Haruno says.

And then she kisses my tip.

I grab the counter with both hands hard enough that my fingers whiten, and I clench my teeth as she slowly appreciates my teased, excited, rigid cock, her lidded eyes never once looking away from me, her right hand flat against my inner thigh, massaging gentle circles that match the pace of her lips brushing along my smooth head, only pausing to kiss the very tip and then using me to slather my precum like lip-gloss so that her smile shines with my lust.

“You’re putting on a show, aren’t you?” Shizu asks, her head resting on my shoulder, her hair tickling my cheek, her fingers dancing over my chest.

“For my lovely audience? Everything,” Haruno answers before blowing her a kiss.

And then she nods down, her gleaming lips part, and half of my tip disappears past them.

“Enjoy it. Enjoy her,” Shizu murmurs in my ear before her tongue comes out to trace along the ridge of my shell, the fingers on my chest crossing past my breast bone and rising along the line of buttons of my shirt to look for the opening under my throat, deft fingertips exploring the side of my neck that she isn’t kissing with languid ardor.

“Eyes on me,” Haruno warns me, her breath scalding on my wet tip before she swallows me again, but then she stops, waiting for my eyes to meet hers before she smiles around my cock and pushes down, her tongue undulating under my shaft as if trying to coax me farther inside her.

“You… You two are going to drive me insane,” I say, likely stating aloud for the first time something that I’ll be telling a combination of my three girlfriends often enough, in plenty of different situations, for the years to come.

Hopefully.

“It’s only fair to return the favor,” Shizu breathes in my ear with the withheld laughter shining through every word.

“I would argue that it’s the furthest from fair, seeing as it puts me at a disadvantage,” I say.

“Look down at Haruno swallowing your cock and tell me all about your unfair disadvantages, dear,” Shizu says, proving once and for all that experience is definitely something that gives you an edge in any fight, no matter the particular battlefield.

“I mean, when you put it that way…” I say, letting her keep playing with my neck and ear as Haruno keeps looking up at me with lidded eyes, her smile shifting with every reaction that she manages to coax out of me with the hand massaging my inner thigh, the fingers dancing over my lower belly, and the lips wrapped around my shaft.

“Hachi…” Shizu breathes, my name on her lips almost pushing me right over the edge that they’ve been herding me toward since beforeI woke up. “Is she good, Hachi? Do you like what she does to you?”

“You know I—”

“Don’t tell me, tell her.”

I wet my lips.

Lavender eyes look at me in a way I was scared I’d never again see.

“I love it. It drives me insane. It makes me feel like she—like you want me. Accept me. Like… like you take my cock in because it’s mine. Because you want me to feel… Because you… It makes me feel like you are doing this because it’s—like you enjoy it. Like you enjoy it just because I do.”

Her lips move back, leaving wet flesh behind, and the hand on my lower belly slides down to close around the base of my shaft before she pushes down, twisting her head around me in a short spiral until her lips press against her fist.

She stops there, her eyes closed, her tongue stilled, as if waiting—

“Take her,” Shizu whispers with a voice that sends a shiver up my spine.

I manage to let go of the grey counter, the steaming miso still untouched in front of me, and I unsteadily reach down to Haruno’s hair.

To Haruno’s soft, short hair that she put up in an updo yesterday just as part of her disguise as a traditional heir. That she used as yet another weapon against my parents. That she…

I caress her, and her eyes open. Still lidded but with another kind of smile held in them. A softer one.

She pulls away, her lips closing as she travels along the curve of my glans until she ends up with a puckered kiss pressed firmly against my tip.

“I do,” she says, briefly looking away from me in what could be embarrassment, deliberate or otherwise. “I enjoy seeing you enjoy it. I… I don’t like sex. Not sex for sex’s sake. I like making love. I like us.”

My hands close over her hair and I turn her up, suddenly vulnerable eyes pointed at me.

“I love you,” I say.

“I know,” she counters with a smirk.

And I can’t help answering her with my own smirk before I pull her right against me, and she’s forced to hurry to swallow my cock while Shizu laughs over my shoulder.

Then I, for the first time, under the guidance of a woman who once subjected me to fastidiously detailed diagrams on proper sex practices, take my girlfriend’s head and fuck her mouth.

I’m not rough. I appear to be rough, with a bit of mocking indignation expressed through the practice as if I was punishing Haruno for her insolence when I drive myself in and out of her while moving her head counter to the short thrusts of my hips. All the way, her hand around my cock keeps me from pushing too deep past her welcoming lips, and the warm touch on my inner thigh keeps tracing her gentle, circular caresses.

I look at her.

At open, lavender eyes that are here. That are with me. With us.

With the people that can make love to her, even if one of us is absent today, likely getting her own breakfast before hurrying to class so she can pretend to be a diligent student council president.

So we’re three instead of four. But… But it’s enough. It’s enough for Haruno to look up and see two people who love her watching her as she takes my cock into her mouth while she kneels between my legs, wearing only a short, lacy apron that barely hides her stiff nipples as she keeps moving faster and faster under the pretense that I’m fucking her mouth.

It’s enough for me to feel my first girlfriend wrapped around me, kissing and caressing, as my third one, the one that pushed me to pursue all of what ended up happening, moans and hums in turn around me, making my breath hitch and my hands tremble while holding her dark locks.

It’s… it’s more than enough.

It’s too much.

“I… I’m going to—” I try to say past my ragged breath.

“Do it. She’ll swallow all of it. Won’t you, Haruno?” Shizu says in that same tone from earlier, one that I’m very disinclined to argue against, and I force myself to open my eyes, seeing Haruno’s slurping of my cock turned into frantic bobbing that I take as an enthusiastic affirmative.

So I grunt to suppress a shameful moan, and I don’t realize my hands are now cradled against the back of her head until I pull, and her mouth pushes against her fist on my cock, the suction intensifying as her tongue speeds up, her hand opening, turning the fist into a circle made out of her index and thumb suddenly moving as fast as she can make them, up and down, jerking me off, milking me right into her mouth.

“Let go, Hachi. Fill my Haruno’s mouth.”

I stop grunting.

I roar.

And I let go.

The world turns into stark flashes, into frozen images. Into Haruno’s wide, shocked eyes at my first jet, and how she closes them in concentration after the second. Into images of the almost naked woman below me, her lips paling as she tightens the seal around my shaft, her throat moving at the rate that the impossibly forceful suction waxes and wanes, her cheeks sunken, her head resting against my thigh.

Then she slowly, lazily, opens her eyes and looks at me with…

With satisfaction, yes, but also with something that makes my chest clench, and—

“Your breakfast’s going to get cold,” Shizu says, her whisper no longer sultry but affectionate as she playfully takes a spoonful of miso and nears it to my lips.

“You’re going to spoil him rotten,” Haruno says from where I’m petting her like an Iroha.

“Says the one who just gave him a naked apron blowjob,” Shizu replies with a clearly implicit eye roll.

“Well, yes, but I’m not supposed to be the responsible girlfriend,” Haruno reasonably argues as she nuzzles against my petting hand.

“You’re all going to be the death of me…” Shizu says as she incongruously feeds me a second spoonful of perfectly adequate miso.

“Maybe,” I manage to get out before she drowns me with her idea of an adequately paced breakfast, “but what a way to go.”

Her head leaves my suddenly lonely shoulder just so she can look straight at me to show me her unimpressed stare.

Which is all the opening I need to grab her nape with my non-Haruno-petting hand and drag her into a deep, long, slow kiss that…

That I’ll look forward to starting every day to.

***

“You can’t be serious,” Haruno says.

“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley,” Shizu answers with a wide grin that tells me she may enjoy the occasional American film, though hopefully not the Godzilla ones.

It would be very painful to have to break up at this point in our relationship, after all.

“You do realize I’ll have to plot an elaborate vengeance for this, don’t you?” Haruno says.

“I’m extremely sorry, dear, but Hachiman took longer than we expected to finish his breakfast, and so I find myself with no recourse other than driving him to school,” Shizu manages to say without laughing.

“You are serious.”

“And I’m not Shirley.”

“As much as I enjoy obscure references that leave some members of the conversation bereft of critical context, I’m starting to think that you two may be abusing the only niche you’ve found that I’m not knowledgeable in,” I point out.

“My dearest Hachiman, your girlfriend has just decided to drive you to school rather than stay here and take care of my unattended needs like we agreed to when I plotted this morning. This is a conversation in which you very much want to miss any and all contextual clues. In fact, this is a conversation in which your only contribution should be to say ‘Yes, dear.’ Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, dear,” I say.

Wisely.

“Hachiman,” Shizu says, “you’re going to be late after a string of unjustified absences unless you hurry. Now kiss Haruno just deeply enough to get her even more worked up than she already is due to her own schemes, and let’s get going.”

“Yes, dear,” I say.

Maybe not as wisely.

Then I grab the front of Haruno’s apron, pull her right against me, press my lips against hers, thrust my tongue into her mouth, and maul the ass that she kept tempting me with all through the morning, massaging tender flesh hard enough to force her to grind her apron-covered sex against my defiantly hardening crotch until muffled whines escape from our lips and the grinding turns into rhythmic thrusting.

Then, still obeying my girlfriend’s instructions with questionable wisdom, I let go of my other girlfriend and run away to a string of curses, Shizu’s quick footsteps, and loud laughter.

Which, to be clear, is not what I hope to start all mornings to.

Even if I wouldn’t mind overly much.