AnimeCon Harem Bonus: Jordyn and Melanie (Patreon)

   Okay, yeah. I definitely missed this.

   Stepping out of her hotel room and into the breezy night air, Jordyn couldn’t help but feel a rush of delight. Having just changed into her familiar Metrazoid Null suit, the futuristic blue body glove clung so intimately to her every well-endowed curve that wearing it around outside felt a lot like wearing nothing at all. Although she’d loved debuting her Dmitri Dhampir cosplay today, she really missed being able to turn heads in her usual incredibly sexy form-fitting cosplay.

   Couldn’t NOT wear it this year—not after keepin’ up with my aerobics and everything.

   Jordyn jiggled her room’s door handle to make sure it had locked properly, and then carefully unzipped the edge of a slight rectangular bulge atop her left forearm. The hotel keycard slipped in there just beneath her phone—which fit perfectly just above the wrist of her costume with only the screen visible, right where Camus’ Null suit computer display was supposed to be.

   The average Null suit Camus cosplays seen around the convention were ordinary cheap lycra bodysuits—stretchy one-size-fits-most garments, with printed-on details. They rarely fit perfectly all over, the colors faded with use, and the flimsy material quickly accumulated wear and tear pillings of fabric. Rather than settle for the ordinary, Jordyn had designed her own custom-fit Null suit, sewn herself to her own incredibly exacting measurements. Dark-blue heavy-duty elastane typically used in wrestling uniforms alternated in that telltale Null suit design with the light-blue elastane designed for swimsuits. Specific shaped portions along her shoulders, neck, and the outside of her thighs were treated with a glossy rubberized coating to look like plastic, but it was all still flexible enough to not restrict her movement.

   In short, she knew she looked amazing. Her rigorous commitment to her exercise routines had maintained her athletic—if a little bodacious—figure to perfection, and there was nothing more satisfying that realizing her best cosplay from previous years still fit her like a second skin.

   Checking her long blonde Camus wig one last time in the reflection of her room’s window, she flashed a winning smile at herself and then trotted over to the exterior stairs that would take her down to the hotel’s common pool area. Although like most anime and game characters from Japan, Camus was supposed to have ivory pale skin, Jordyn thought her caramel complexion was just as well suited. I’m Camus with a bit of a tan. Sun-kissed Camus. Beach bunny Camus?

   She held one hand to her chest as she descended the stairs, preventing her bouncing bust from straining the stitches of her outfit, and felt herself lighting up in a smile all over again as she spotted a few familiar faces on the lower level.

   “Oh, hey!” Jordyn called cheerfully. “We meet again.”

   The cute guy she’d run into earlier in line for the contest auditions was walking in her direction down the concrete walkway of the ground floor. He’d removed half of his Darkmask cosplay, with only his boots, lower body suit, briefs, and utility belt still on—exposing a deliciously bare chest with muscular definition that caught the walkway lights in just the right way. The breadth of his naked shoulders was wide and powerful-looking in a distractingly sexual way, and a dusting of vibrant purple seemed to crystalize within her mind at the sight. Flanking him on either side were two girls in costumes, and they were all carrying small plastic bags from the nearby Cities-mart.

   “Yo, Camus,” He greeted her with a heft of his bag. “You’re looking great. Heading back to the con?”

   “Yep!” Jordyn said, feeling herself flush. “You guys already done for the night?”

   “Nah, Emily wants to show Steph here all the sexy after-hours stuff AnimeCon hosts,” the guy chuckled. “Think we’re just gonna stash this stuff real quick and head over.”

   Turning her attention to his companions with interest, Jordyn recognized the pink-haired seamstress that’d helped her stitch Melanie’s costume back together, as well as that rowdy tomboy Latina she remembered associating with the guy’s group of cosplayers in previous years. They’d likewise stripped down partway out of their costumes, with one forgoing her tall boots and long gloves to wear only her pink-and-red sundress and the other ditching the fishnet layer of her Akane Kurokawa cosplay.

   “Awesome—there’s a lot of neat eighteen and up stuff going on to see. S’definitely a whole different AnimeCon experience,” Jordyn grinned. “Is it cool if I walk over with you guys?”

   “Yeah, sure,” the guy nodded. The clean line of his jaw and the handsome slight smile he wore sent another purple tickle down Jordyn’s abdomen. “Safety in numbers, and all that.”

   “It can be a little... uncomfortable wearing this downtown alone at night,” Jordyn laughed, eyeing them in amusement. “You guys look even more risque though—so, I feel better already.”

   “...You have no idea,” the short-statured Akane cosplayer sported a sly smile. “Hey—I’ve seen you around at AnimeCons before, right?”

   I have no idea? What does she mean by… Jordyn glanced from the Akane to the other girl and caught a terribly embarrassed blush. Oh whoa—are they like… goin’ commando under those cosplays?!

   “Yeah, I’ve definitely seen you around,” Jordyn finally answered, mentally reevaluating the group as she turned and followed along with them in the direction of their room. “I go by Synn! Synn cosplay’s my page.”

   “Cerulean cosplay—but you can call me Emily,” Emily said.

   “You shoulda seen Synn earlier,” the guy spoke up, stopping at one of the hotel room doors and fishing a keycard out of his belt pouch. “She did a Dmitri Dhampir for the contest this year, looked totally badass. I think she won one of the big prizes, too?”

   “Judge’s Choice!” Jordyn exclaimed proudly. “Got a big ol’ trophy and everything, I just dropped it off.”

   “Aww, I love HellState!” Emily said. “Brian’s stupid witch of an ex used to cosplay Hera Victoria, it always drove me crazy.”

   “Yeah, I remember her,” Jordyn nodded along. “You ever think about cosplaying from HellState yourself? You’d make a great Geiger.”

   “Geiger, the little fascist cat-boy?” Emily snorted as if to immediately reject the idea, but then seemed to ponder on it for a moment. “...Yeah, you think so?”

   “I think that’d be perfect for you,” Brian agreed. “We should all do a group HellState thing next year—but without Chloe.”

   “Ohmigod, can we?” Emily seemed immediately sold on the idea. “Now I want to do that, just to piss her off. Chloe’s cancelled.”

   Then Brian got the door unlocked and swung it open, and a rather particular aroma immediately wafted out into them.

   Uhhhh… Jordyn blushed, rigidly trying to stifle a giddy smile. That’s, um. That’s definitely not con funk I’m detecting, here.

   A distinctive scent rolled out of their room in a strong and heavy way—it was the smell of people who’d been having a lot of sex. Combining the heady fragrance with their scant attire seemed to summon some rather lurid speculations to mind, and although Jordyn politely stopped outside their door, a quick peek revealed a third girl with a surprisingly stellar body completely naked and passed out on their bed.

   Goodness Gyratos! Jordyn could practically feel stalagmites and stalactites of thickening crystal forming inside of her, and it was hard to not be a little turned on at being exposed to this group’s apparent intimate situation. They all smell that, right? They’re all... cool with it? Is it this dude and one of the girls, or… the dude and a couple different girls?

   The girl with the fluffy pink hair sheepishly hurried forward to flip part of the comforter over the sleeping girl—in the process revealing her own rather luscious, fully rounded, and panties-free ass with the accidental sway of her dress.

   Okay wow! Jordyn quickly turned her gaze out towards the hedges around the pool in embarrassment. All that from before’s really getting to me, huh?

   Amethyst shades of arousal had been ripening into a deep, majestic purple ever since witnessing Foxy go down on that Mary girl right there beneath the booth at Marino’s. She’d always heard the rumors of sexy goings-ons in hotel room parties after the convention—different couples meeting up for cosplay sex, stories about people caught fucking out on hotel room balconies, and all kinds of hooking up—but Jordyn hadn’t seen any of that sort of thing firsthand. Until this year.

   Annnd I’m feelin’ real… RECEPTIVE to it? Jordyn fidgeted, tugging at the body glove where it clung to her thighs and trying hard not to squirm. Like, oh my God do I wanna get fucking laid tonight. S’definitely been a little while. If I can’t find the right guy to knock boots with, should I just invite Melaneko to room with me tonight? She was like, sending HINTS… wasn’t she? Maybe?

   “Sorry!” Brian whispered as he stepped back out of the hotel room.

   Having dropped off their convenience store purchases, Stephanie and Emily followed right behind him, and the Latina with the bright blue pixie-cut eased the door closed as quietly and carefully as possible.

   “Totally cool!” Jordyn’s face was plastered with an amused smile. “Uhhh—should I ask?”

   “Umm,” Emily blushed scarlet and looked at Jordyn with surprise. “I’m actually not into girls, no matter what they say. You can ask those two though if you want, I guess?”

   “N-no, no! I meant—” Jordyn laughed, holding up her hands. “Uh, I meant ask about—”

   “Emily’s just being a doof, ignore her,” Brian affectionately tousled Emily’s hair. “We were, uh… well, it’s been a crazy night.”

   “I can see that,” Jordyn smirked. “My night’s been pretty crazy, too.”

   “Nyah!!” Emily pulled down one eyelid and stuck her tongue out at Brian in exaggerated anime fashion. “S’all only gonna get crazier! We’re all gonna go watch late-night AnimeCon hentai and fool around! You wanna come with?”

   “Emily,” Brian scolded playfully, shaking his head. “Don’t go makin’ things weird.”

   “Well, we are, though,” Emily insisted, putting her nose up in the air in an exaggerated haughty expression and hooking her arm around Brian’s. “We’ve gotta teach Stephie all about hentai tonight.”

   “I think we’ve taught her plenty already,” Brian remarked dryly.

   You have, have you? Jordyn fought to keep from jerking her head back to look at him as they walked down the pathway together, heading back in the direction of the convention center. Instead, Jordyn nervously wet her lips. 

   “I-I know what hentai is!” Stephanie protested bashfully.

   “Oh?” Emily challenged. “Got any favorite titles?”

   “Not, um... particularly—”

   “I’m always down with watching hentai,” Jordyn spoke up. “Can’t really call yourself an anime fan unless you’ve tried a thing or two, right?”

   “Right?” Emily shared a mischievous look with her. “This girl—she gets it.”

   “Too lewd!” Brian joked.

   “Hey—Stephanie, right?” Jordyn slowed down a pace to fall in beside the pink-haired girl. “It was real cool what you did back in line during the contest for Melaneko. I’ve honestly never seen anyone hand-sewing that fast.”

   “I-I’m so sorry!” Stephanie blurted out, bashfully hiding her face behind her hands. “My stitches were no good! As soon as she jumped up onto the stage—”

   “Oh, no, no!” Jordyn chuckled. “Like, I’m pretty sure the stitches you’d just put in were the only ones that held. Her whole rest of her getup was held together with a couple safety pins and a whole lotta prayer.”

   “Is she alright?” Brian asked. “We were gonna see if you guys were still hanging around after the contest... but getting Brady out of his Ogre King thing turned out to be a lot more complicated than we thought. Took four people, two chairs, and a table to undo everything and lift him up out of it without breaking anything.”

   “Oh wow, I bet,” Jordyn said. “Makes you wonder how the heck he even got through the doors in that thing—it was huge. And, um. Yeah, Melaneko’s fine. Actually planning to meet up with her at the con in just a little bit!”

   Might try to make out with her, Jordyn kept herself from saying out loud.

   A little… exploratory kiss. OR, we’ll sit with you guys watching hentai in a dark screening room, getting ourselves horny enough to do something silly. Dance a bunch at the rave, maybe grind up on each other. Maybe even take her and check out that party Foxy invited us to—see who we can bump hips with? Hoooh boy, is this all startin’ to get to me, or what?

*     *     *

   “Unf, unf, unf, uhhhhwaaah, Onii-chaaan!!” The anime girl cried out in a lewd voice, her gargantuan titties slapping back and forth as she was vigorously fucked across a school desk. “Onii-chan, your thick rod is churning me up like butter! You’re stirring my insiiiides!”

   Although the hentai was English-dubbed, text appeared at the bottom of the screen anyways, translator’s note: onii-chan means big brother you baka gaijin! The murmur of laughter and scattered applause resounded from the audience in the darkness of the screening room, and a guy on the other side of the aisle cupped his hands to his mouth and let out an enthusiastic ridiculing “Wwooooooo!” 

   Melanie sat there with a sheepish grin, trying to stay hunched down and out of sight behind a small group of chatting girls. When she’d unbuttoned her skimpy white Blaire Bellefonte costume shorts—they felt like they were fitting a little too tightly right now—the button had popped off and flew somewhere several rows of seats ahead. Now her scant two inches of zipper wouldn’t stay closed at all, stubbornly yawing itself back open to reveal her rather scandalously low cut black panties in that triangular gap.

   I’m so gonna get in trouble! Melanie wanted to giggle to herself.

   After all, with her one hand crammed down in there to cover herself, it looked like she was being terribly indecent and fingering herself right there in the screening room. In fact, after several heated minutes watching the giant projection of the hentai girl getting plowed by a classmate who was possibly also her brother somehow, Melanie discovered she was touching herself, idly stroking her fingertips across the impossibly warm crease in her sexy underwear.

   The hentai viewing room wasn’t public, per se, because entering required both a convention pass and proof of age at the door. The convention center’s actual auditorium was continuing to play a steadily-scheduled lineup of anime classics safe for all ages, so the eighteen and up screening room was a smaller panel room repurposed with a projector hooked up into a staffer’s laptop. There were more people sitting in for the viewing than Melanie would have ever expected, and more arrivals kept trickling in every few minutes. So far, the room seemed to be mostly groups of college-aged guys, but there was a fair sprinkling of girls throughout, as well.

   “Yes! Yes!” The hentai vixen on screen screamed out, her eyes rolling up and her tongue flailing out. “Gangbang my slutty hole with your dick and fill me up with all of your cock juice!”

   “Jesus Christ,” One of the trio of young women seated in front of Melanie whispered to her friend. “No one says shit like that.”

   “I totally do!” The middle girl tittered. “All the time, for my ex.”

   “You mean you used to, right?” The first girl asked.

   “Uhhh, no? We kinda still—”

   “Guys, sshh!” The third friend hushed them. “This one’s hot.”

   It IS pretty hot, Melanie thought to herself, letting her fingers delve inside the elastic waistband of her underwear. She’d always wanted to watch hentai, but until now had only ever done so in the privacy of her own room, behind a locked door. Sitting in a large room and experiencing it together with a bunch of people was totally different!

   Excited motes of green energy beginning to dance in the back of her head, Melanie kept up her rigid smile and slipped her entire hand into her panties to cup herself. A slick line of fluid arousal was immediately apparent, and she relished in the smooth sensation of her clean-shaven pussy, grabbing and squeezing at herself and hoping no one would happen to glance over towards her lap.

   “Hnnng!” The faceless hentai boy grunted as he shook his hips into the anime girl. “My balls is squirting cum!”

   “My balls are squirting cum,” One of the hecklers across the room loudly corrected.

   A chorus of laughter, agreement, and a surprisingly vocal few ssshhing sounded out in response from the rest of the scattered audience.

   “Bruh, Onni-chan knows what his balls is doin’. Don’t need no backseat-driver literologist—”

   “Ohhh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” The anime girl wailed. White jets of cum exploded out from between where the animated characters’ bodies joined in exquisite, exaggerated detail, sliding in rivulets down her thighs and slopping between her butt cheeks. “Mama! Papa! I’m cumming! Uwaaaah—thick blasts of dick milk are flooding my uterus and inflating my womb! Onii-chan I love you!!”

   The seated viewers erupted into an enthusiastic series of hoots, hollers, and cheers as if their team had just scored a touchdown, with a bunch of guys rising up out of their seats to throw their hands up. The silhouette of someone’s thrown hat sailed high through the air in front of the screen for a moment.

   “Onii-chan I love you!” One of the convention attendees shouted.

   “Hnnnng—make sure to get pregnant!” The anime guy on screen cried out, continuing to wildly thrust into his partner with increasingly lewd squelching noises.

   “Hey, this guy next to me’s gotta hard-on over here!” A guy in the audience accused with a laugh. “No homo, though.”

   “The fuck you mean I got a hard-on,” Another voice sounded out. “Bruh, this is me flaccid. No homo.”

   “Don’t point that thing at me. Don’t care how small it is, I will punch you in the dick—no homo.”

   “Bruh.”

   “Bruh.”

   “Jesus, shut up—can’t even hear myself fap over here,” A voice on the other side of the screening room yelled over. “No homo.”

   “Bruh—”

   “Holy cow,” Melanie whispered to herself.

   “I know, right?” One of the girls sitting in front of her glanced back at her and then did a double-take, blushing and looking away.

   Whoopsie, Melanie froze in place with a giddy smile. Busted?

   She’d been teetering past ‘turned on’ and towards ‘let’s be a little reckless’ all day. Her ill-fated cosplay—rest in peace Blaire Bellefonte—had come undone at the seams not once but twice, completely exposing her jubblies to first the audition line, and later the entire cosplay contest’s audience. Melanie occasionally flashed her high school friends for a bit of excitement, and she’d proudly showed off the goods for both of the concerts she went to... but this had been incredibly different.

   Can’t believe that all happened!

   Glancing down at her own too-tight shirt, she was embarrassed to discover both nipples were standing erect and very visible. The pair of prominent protrusions were not only poking out, they were straining insistently against the bulging fabric with the emblazoned ヤリマン text. When gifting the tee-shirt, Mary had claimed the Japanese meant ‘generous,’ which was unexpectedly cheeky of her—because Jordyn had later revealed in a whisper that it actually meant ‘slut.’ A free shirt with characters that meant ‘generous’ from her new friends was kinda cool. One that said ‘slut’ on it in Japanese was totally fucking awesome, and Melanie already knew it would be one of her prized possessions.

   This whole day was so cool! Melanie sighed to herself, slipping her middle finger deep into her twat and then teasing it back across her clitoris with a shiver.

   Dancing green motes of light glittered down her cerebellum as she once again forgot discretion and realized she was playing with herself in public. Ever since Foxy’d grabbed her butt back at the pizza place she’d had difficulty reigning in her urges—her libido went from an anxious idle to a frenzied need. Naturally, watching him go under the table and go down on that prim and stuffy Mary, forcing the girl to make sexy faces right across the table from her had Melanie’s sex drive careening completely out of control.

   Was Mare actually a tsundere all along?! Melanie grinned at the thought, thrusting a finger inside herself and then slowly drawing it back along her clit again with a small shudder.

    The Chinese girl was so pretty! But, Mary’s lovely face was always pulled taut in that scowling pout of aggravated annoyance. Watching the girl’s furrowed brow relax in confusion, and then shoot up in surprise as Foxy greedily tongued the girl’s snatch beneath the table… that was one of the hottest things Melanie had ever seen! The furious blush, the way Mary grit her teeth in shame and made stupid, oddly expressive faces of embarrassment, trying—and failing, miserably—to keep her composure, and the unbelievably sexy way those beautiful dark eyes of hers had finally glazed over and the girl’s mouth fell open…

   Melanie quivered a bit in her chair at an unexpectedly good twinge of pleasure from the hooded little nub she’d diddled her fingertip over.

   She wasn’t used to this. In all honesty, the buxom teen rarely, if ever masturbated, as it usually didn’t do much for her. Masturbation was usually something one did without a partner, and so it was missing that huge major mental component of sexuality for her—similar to how she loved to excitedly gab on and on for hours to anyone who would listen, but never felt any compulsion to talk to herself when she was alone.

   Watching Foxy eat her out right there in front of us had me OOZING wet. Like, I was about to start humping the booth or, or, or something! Melanie thought with a stupid grin.

    Her finger delved into her slit again, parting her slick folds and then slowly sliding back out to roll across her needy clit again and again. Her legs jerked involuntarily and her tummy muscles twitched when she did that, and the green sparkles gathering in her mind began to gleam in an especially hypnotic way. Ohhhh my goodness. Was sooo tempted to yank down my shorts back there and—

   “Found you!” A triumphant voice whispered out in the darkness, and Melanie realized in surprise a bunch of people were sidling down her row of seats towards her.

   Um! Melanie froze with a guilty smile—once again caught with her hand down in the cookie jar—and hurriedly looked around her, becoming aware of where she was once more. Shit?

   A quick glance revealed that while Melanie had been getting caught up in her own fantasies, the hentai being projected on-screen had moved on way past the sex scene. The faceless anime protagonist was now walking down some Japanese suburban neighborhood to the scree-scree-screeeee of summer cicadas. The screening room had quieted down quite a bit since, and this blonde-haired girl in a rather provocative, form-fitting blue bodysuit was plopping herself down on the seat next to Melanie with a huge grin.

   It took Melanie a stunned moment to realize she recognized the dark face.

   “...Jordyn?” Melanie squeaked in surprise, yanking her hand out of her underwear and snapping her knees closed.

   “Geez,” Jordyn remarked playfully, pointedly looking from Melanie’s obviously undone short shorts up to her blushing face. “The hentai’s that good, huh?”

   “Um,” Melanie let out a nervous laugh.

   Jordyn looked incredible in the Camus Null suit, and more than that, the way she flashed Melanie her brilliant smile was… reassuring. She’d seen that she was fingering herself, and she’d poked a little fun, but she didn’t seem judgemental or disapproving at all! That little crush Melanie had been trying to suppress throughout the day earlier came back strong, and she couldn’t help but lunge over to hug her friend.

   “It is pretty good, actually!” Melanie admitted, feeling her cheeks go tight with how hard she was smiling. “But, uh—yeah, after all that earlier at Marino’s… like, I couldn’t even help myself!”

   “Yeah, right?” Jordyn nodded in agreement, casually putting a hand on Melanie’s thigh. “That was all like… dayum. Hey, you guys remember Melaneko, right?”

   Whoa cool! Melanie awkwardly clapped the hand that hadn’t been diving into her panties overtop Jordyn’s. This is like, sending me a super-obvious signal? Right?

   “I don’t think anyone who was at the contest is ever gonna forget her, hah ha,” A masculine voice chuckled.

   “Oh, hi!” Melanie leaned forward a bit, surprised to discover that it wasn’t Foxy and Mary who’d followed Jordyn into her row.

   Ohmigod—it’s that Brian guy! Melanie felt her pupils suddenly dilate wide as strange, psychedelic heat began to suffuse her entire body. From before!

   Since last seeing him at the cosplay contest, he’d ditched the entire upper half of his costume. Now, he was baring his naked chest—and he looked incredibly, profoundly fuckable. Brian’s features were just as gorgeous handsome as she remembered, but now she could also see his shoulders were exquisitely carved muscle. As he situated himself in the cheap folding chair beside Jordyn, the delicious curvature of his biceps and triceps could be made out distinctly, and Melanie couldn’t help but work her lips.

   He possessed delectably taut pectorals, magnificently defined abdominals, and even the feathery pattern of his obliques was just barely visible to her in the dim light of the room. The darkness seemed to brighten in a green-hued clarity as the green light in Melanie’s head fizzed and sparkled in animal reaction to the mere sight of Brian’s body. Never realizing how blatantly she was ogling him, Melanie’s hand absentmindedly found its way back between her legs and into her skimpy underwear.

   She wasn’t alone—the trio of random girls sitting in the row in front of them had turned for a curious glance at the new arrivals, and were likewise unable to keep themselves from gawking for a second.

   “Hello again,” Stephanie gave a small wave.

   The fluffy pink-haired Mishin-chan in her pretty sundress was also here! At some point since seeing her at the contest auditions, she’d removed the gijinka gloves and thigh high boots. Now wearing only the pretty pink-and-red sundress, she was showing a lot more skin; dainty, feminine arms and surprisingly shapely legs.

   “Hey, I have this hentai on my computer!” the last girl of their little group to arrive whispered. “Seraph-Slaying Blade! We like, just missed one of the good parts!”

   “Seraph-Slaying Blade?” Brian echoed in a low, sexy murmur.

   “Yep! Means enormous cock, in the context of this series,” the girl added in a helpful whisper, reaching across Stephanie to grab Brian’s groin. “Duh. You’re kinda dense though, so I’ll just explain these things as they pop up.”

   “Gee, thanks,” Brian remarked dryly, making no move to remove the girl’s groping hand. “I’m sure everyone’ll appreciate your running commentary.”

   “Or, instead...” The girl giggled. “I can just try an’ match whatever happens on screen?”

   Melanie gnawed on her lip as she watched the girl’s pale hand carefully fondling and squeezing what seemed to be a rather specific shape out of the black material of Brian’s lower bodysuit.

   “Where’d Foxy and Mary run off to?” Jordyn’s question snapped Melanie out of her trance.

   “Oh, um. I think… they went off to find pants for her?” Melanie answered. “Some of his friends offered to swing them over to their hotel to borrow something to wear, but there wasn’t room in his car for everyone… Mary had to sit in Foxy’s lap!”

   “I bet. And they left you behind?” Jordyn said with mock-outrage. “Aww, Melaneko. I’m sorry—were you lonely?”

   “I was!” Melanie grinned and gave Jordyn’s hand a squeeze.

   “Wait—did you say Foxy and Mary?” Brian interrupted. “Damn it all to—I was supposed to be looking out for her, today.”

   “Mary like, Mary Ouyang?” the girl stroking something in Brian’s lap paused, looking over in their direction for the first time. Melanie could now see that the girl had an incredible pixie-cut in a brilliant shade of blue. “Mark’s little sister?”

   “Ohmigod—who does your hair?” Melanie blurted out. “Both of you. You both look amazing!”

   “Thank you! It’s magic, actually,” the girl’s face lit up in a saucy smile. “Probably pretty easy to do, though... whaddya think, Babe? You wanna, um... do her hair tonight, too?”

   “Emily,” Stephanie scolded her friend in exasperation.

   “You did their hair?” Jordyn asked, sounding surprised.

   “I want magic hair!” Melanie whispered eagerly. “Please please please?”

   “Uhh,” Brian whispered back, glancing around with a nervous chuckle. “I dunno? We just got here, and we haven’t even seen any of the good hentai stuff, yet.”

   I’ll totally show you the good hentai stuff! Melanie eyed him up and down again with a flushed smile and bit her lip. Flaring green light was already shivering up and down her body, and before she realized what she was doing, her free hand again bobbed up and down in her panties again.

   “Please please please!” Melanie pleaded, squirming in her seat. “I’ll, um—I’ll call you Onii-chan!”

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