Help?! My Harem is Trying to Kill Me!

I gripped my bed sheets as another moan exploded from my mouth. Saya laughed as her tongue playfully tickled the back of my glans. Her hot saliva trickled down to my balls as her tongue wriggled around my prick. Her deep dark eyes gazed into mine. They were wild like a predator and sent a shiver up my spine. 

Slowly, she took me to the back of her throat. The hot and slimy insides of her mouth and throat squeezed snuggly around my cock. 

Oh my god this feels so fucking gooood!!!!

I covered my mouth to prevent my voice from leaking out. My heart pounded inside of my chest, and sweat poured down my face. 

Without warning, Saya began to slowly bob her head up and down. Her eyes gleamed mischievously, and she started going faster. I unconsciously started thrusting my hips into Saya's mouth with little to no resistance. In fact, Saya helps me and takes me all the way down to the root, striking the back of her throat with ease. Wet saliva drenched my lower half as the vulgar sound of slurping filled my ears.

I finally reached my limit, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my toes curled and one last shout of ecstasy escaped from my mouth. My body went limp and I weakly collapsed on my bed. 

The sound of Saya greedily gulping down every last drop of my sperm filled my consciousness as I bathed in the afterglow of my orgasm. 

The sound of Kenzie finally snapped me out of my trance and I realized I was lying on my bed alone. Saya had taken the liberty to clean me up after she was done. 

As I sat up, the fluffy inside of my chest slowly faded away. A filthy feeling creeped all over my skin. The urge to hide in a shell attacking me. “The fuck is wrong with me?”  

As I sat down for dinner, there was an awkward tension hanging in the air. 

In the end, Miyuki decided not to eat with us. She came down stairs and grabbed a plate to eat in her room. And while she was grabbing her plate, she threw Saya a death glare. Despite this.. 

“Can I have some more ketchup?!” Saya reached her hand out for the ketchup. 

“Don’t reach across the table.” Though Kenzie said that, she still passed Saya the bottle. 

Saya laughed lightly. “Sorry. Sorry.”

Saya poured an absorbent amount of ketchup on her scallop potatoes. Like a kid eating candy. Saya squirmed and squealed in excitement as she took a big bite out of her food. 

Saya doesn't seem to be bothered one bit by Miyuki’s behavior.

Something happened between Miyuki and Saya. Could she have told her about the game?

A sinking feeling formed in the pit of my stomach and palms grew sweaty. 

NO! There’s no way! She couldn’t be.. 

Who am I kidding?! She might have! Saya is capable of anything! 

I’ll have to ask Miyuki. That is.. if I can get her to talk to me.

After dinner was over. I watched tv for the rest of the night. Celebrity drama, world politics, crazy local stories, and random feel good stories. Just like back in my old world. It was a nice distraction and I found myself quickly dozing off.

That was until…

“Riri…” Our relationship ended just as soon as it started…

It's ironic. At first I thought she was just an annoying ass tsundere. Someone I didn’t want to deal with. But… it turns out she’s way more than that. 

My chest tightened, my heart pounding inside of my chest. 

I want to see her dancing and singing in the car. I want her to cling to me when she’s afraid. I want to see her and Miyuki having fun again. I want to take her out on a date. I want to hold her hand.  I want to hold her. I want to kiss her. I want to see her. 

“I just want another chance.”