Repeater

You wake up with Mariko still wrapped in your arms. Asleep, it seems, though fidgeting, her thighs rubbing together, her breathing heavy as if she was having a wet dream. Her eyes seem squeezed shut, more than closed.

Your phone buzzes quietly from the nightstand.

You let your hand slowly drift up to her breast before closing your eyes again. Her tits are quite nice: full and firm - your dad definitely has a "type" in those terms. You just quietly breathe as you pretend to be sleeping, your hard cock grinding against Mariko's butt a little.

"Mmm..." Mariko hums happily as she starts to wake up. She wriggles against you a bit, grinding her butt on your cock. "Morning, Kusakabe-sama," she breathes, quietly. "Come on, don't pretend..." she pauses, and gently removes your hand from her breast, glancing over her shoulder. You keep your eyes half-lidded, making you seem to be sleeping.

You pretend to just wake up as she stats to move to get out of your grip. "Morning, Mariko." You lean over and kiss her cheek. You heft your arms around her, surprising her as you just lift her up and out of the bed as you get out. "I think you need a bath, you didn't get one last night."

"A-ah, yeah," she says. She briefly squirms, as if considering asking to be let out of your grasp, but you just carry her to the bathroom and set her down before starting the bath up.

"Lock the door, would you?" You hear her do so, and smile to yourself as you test the water's temperature. "Water's looking good," you say, before starting to peel off your clothes.

Mariko starts to disrobe as well, her cheeks flush with color as she disrobes in front of you. Maybe it's because she's started to see you as a man, or maybe it's because she doesn't want you to realize how aroused she is. She's pretty quick to hop in the bath and submerge her lower half, presumably to help hide such things.

"Mind if I wash your back and legs?" You ask, as you follow her in. She hesitates, then turns around, offering her back to you, leaning over the side of the bath. Your hands run along her backside, feeling out her tension and muscles. She's not quite as muscular as Sumiko, but there's still plenty of muscle in her body, and your hands slide down to her buttocks and thighs, running water over them, smoothly massaging and groping her body. She lets out a little whimper and a small trickle of her juices as she has a small orgasm.

Once you finish, she turns around, her cheeks bright red, and she curls in a little, hiding her mouth behind her knees. She stares at you like you imagine Terumi did back when she was spying on you from afar. Then her eyes flick down to her knees. She fidgets, her thighs rubbing against one another, not out of a need to come, but out of awkwardness. "Hey. So." She swallows. She lets out an awkward bark of a laugh. "Your mom's been, uh... using me, since your dad left. Getting out her sexual frustration on me, I guess. She's kind of a sadist."

"Oh." You act as though you weren't aware.

"Just, thought you should know, I guess. I feel bad about keeping it from you. How are things with you?"

"School is fine, my girlfriends are happy, and everything at home seems mostly good. Not much to say." You turn around. "Mind washing my back?"

You can practically hear her steam in embarrassment, but she gingerly shifts in the water and comes up behind you, running her hands along your backside. It's tentative, probing, like she was doing something incredibly naughty and worried about getting caught.

"It's lots of work, I guess. I have to study constantly, getting ready for inheriting my father's position at the company, that kind of stuff."

"Sounds rough," Mariko says, sounding sympathetic.

"How is that stuff with mom going? I know it's normal for beautiful women like the two of you to have physical needs, but are you enjoying it as well?"

Mariko sighs. "I think she likes... not letting me finish. I don't know if it's her kink, or if it's just because she doesn't like me, but it's driving me crazy."

"Well, what would you like? I've had enough sex to know both partners are supposed to enjoy it."

"I'd like to come," she groans.

"That's it?"

"I mean... yeah?" She seems confused by the question.

"You don't have any... mm... kinks, or anything?"

"Not really. With your dad, we pretty much did whatever he wanted and I generally liked it. Sometimes just a hard fuck, sometimes something soft and sweet, sometimes a little roleplay or dress up." She pauses for a moment. "Do. Wants. Like. We pretty much do whatever he wants, and I generally like it."

"That sounds like a simple enough request," you tell her, turning around to face her. She looks a little surprised. "You're the mistress of the Kusakabe household. Right now, I'm the man of the Kusakabe household, so doesn't that make it your job to be my mistress?" Your hands slide up to her neck, reaching up to her cheek, enjoying as it starts to warm. "No one needs to know about it. I'll even talk to Kimiko and tell her to take it easy on you. You'll just be doing your job, like you are when you're pleasuring Kimiko. Nothing will really change, but you can come as much as you want."

She bites her lower lip, obviously considering it.

You lean forward and kiss her on the lips, softly and sweetly. She hums, closing her eyes a little. It's not a tongue-filled kiss, just a sweet, considerate one. You pull back. "It'll be our little secret."

Mariko swallows, then nods. "Your father can't find out. A-and when he gets back... we'll need to stop."

"It'll be our secret," you reassure her. "And we can stop whenever you want."

She smiles nervously, and you move, sitting on the edge of the bath, your cock pointing up at her as she stares at it, nervously chewing her lip. "You're a bit bigger than your father," she says, quietly. She licks her lips, then leans forward, her mouth opening to accept your manhood.

You let her continue, those pretty lips of hers wrapping around your dick without further ado. She slowly descends on your cock, humming, closing her eyes, simply luxuriating in the sensations of swallowing your cock entirely. When her nostrils are in your pubes, she takes a deep breath, turning her hazel eyes up to look at you.

You gently run your fingers through her hair. "That's good. That's very good, Mariko." You groan a little as she hums around your dick, sending a pulse of pleasure through it. "Fuck." She slithers back up, tongue running back and forth across the underside of your cock, and gives you a brief look before licking her way along the bottom of your cock, your manhood obscuring part of her features, her tongue sliding smoothly across the surface. By the time she reaches your balls, your cockhead is over her forehead. "Your tongue is fantastic," you breathe out, as she slurps one of your balls into her mouth, quickly adding her tongue in as well. "Fuck," you breathe out.

Her blowjob is sensuous at first, seemingly dragging it out, but her cheeks quickly grow hot, and she moves her mouth up to your tip again, kissing at your head, licking at your slit. You notice one of her hands has slid down between her thighs. "Fuck, I needed this," she half-breathes, half-whimpers. Then she closes her eyes and simply engulfs you to the base in a quick stroke, before starting to fuck her face on your cock.

She promptly orgasms, moaning loudly, her throat massaging your cock in an intense and ecstatic fashion. "Fuck, that's amazing," you breathe out, as she manages to continue to force herself up and down your dick even in the throes of orgasm, her eyes rolled up as she giddily performs auto-irrumatio. It's incredibly intense, the feelings running through your body, and clearly the ones running through hers as well, her brown hair flashing this way and that as she orgasms over and over.

After a couple minutes of a moaning, greedy blowjob that quickly loses all composure, she pulls off, gasping and panting a bit, absently stroking your cock with one hand as she recovers. She then wraps her lips around your cockhead, slurping noisily on it, smiling up at you with her eyes, as if begging for some cum. You deny her, though, making her groan a bit before forcing herself down again, holding herself in your groin, wearing a contented expression as her tongue absently swishes along your underside.

"That's fantastic," you tell her, petting her, enjoying the feelings your father's mistress is allowing you to enjoy. You'll definitely take good care of her. "That's a good girl. I'm going to talk to Kimiko, ri~ight-" you're cut off as she moans on your cock, orgasming herself, her hips bucking wildly on her fingers. You reach down for her tits, groping one in either hand, enjoying the full, firm feeling of them, the way her moaning gets a bit more enthusiastic. She starts to stroke her throat up and down your cock, moaning all the while, hips jerking as orgasm after orgasm runs right through her.

You can't control yourself any longer. You let go of Mariko's tits, getting a little moan of disappointment, before standing up. She hums in appreciation as your hands wrap around her head, her eyes looking up at you, daring you, as your fingers wrap around her hair. "That's a good girl," you grunt, as you start to fuck her face, making her eyes roll up as she focuses all her attention on her groin, her mouth an eager fuckhole for you to you. "Kimiko's going to let up on you, I'll make sure of it. Just suck my cock. That's it. That's right."

You groan as she slurps noisily on your dick, moaning, cheeks red. Her eyes close as she works you over, orgasming again and again, her tongue slithering around even as you use her throat like your personal onahole. "I'm going to take care of all your sexual needs. If Kimiko ever gets you wound up and unrelieved again, just come to me, and I'll make sure those pretty lips of yours are wrapped around my cock in no time."

Mariko just moans, eyes looking up at you as she shivers in orgasmic bliss, while she's facefucked like her throat was her cunt.

"Yeah, that's right," you groan, "That's it. Just take it. Take it like the eager mistress you are," you groan out. "This is your job, isn't it? Sexually pleasuring the Kusakabes? Yeah," you grunt, your balls slapping against her chin. "My father, my mother, and now me."

She orgasms somewhere in there, and it just keeps going, her body shaking and spasming, her throat moaning on your cock as you fuck it. She comes over and over again, happy to be used like a sexual aid, and soon sputters in raw pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm rushes through her body, a new one appearing as the last one subsides, giving her no breaks to collect herself, not that she wants to.

You finally hold her lips wrapped just around your cockhead, and her hands quickly come up, jerking you off. Your own reach down to play with her tits, making her gurgle and moan, before you let go. Spurt after spurt of cum splatters across her tongue and coats the inside of her mouth, until you're completely finished, at which point she pops off, savoring your flavor for few seconds before swallowing.

"Thank me for it," you order. "Thank me for coming in your mouth."

She wears a soft, sleepy smile. "Thanks, Nan-chan," she says. "I really needed that."

You sit down, pulling Mariko into your lap, gently running your fingers through her hair. "That was great," you tell her.

"Hey, no problem," she sighs, leaning back into you.

"If you send my dad any more sexy pics, send them to me, too, okay?"

She shrugs. "Sure thing."

The two of you finish up in the bath, and you head to find your mother, who is in her office tapping away at the keyboard. "I just took Mariko." Kimiko turns to you, smiling. "I told her I'd get you to stop edging her as much."

"Should I?" She asks it with a certain teasing note to her voice.

"Maybe cut it back a little, but definitely keep it up. It's really helping me out, she's coming hard and fast."

"Good," Kimiko says with a smile. You lock the door to your mother's office, and she quirks an eyebrow.

"I want you to bend over so I can properly reward you for your excellent work," you tell Kimiko.

She smiles, getting up out of her seat and bending against the wall, presenting her beautiful butt to you, still in a skirt. You fuck her pretty hard before coming in her mouth to make disposing of the evidence easier. She then gets re-dressed and sits back down to work.

You have a quick breakfast with Akiko, let Noriko enjoy sucking you off on the way to school (she really savors your flavor), and as she does so, you go through your phone.

Morning, Master!

I ♡ you!

Do you have any sexy crazy thoughts?

I do!

1. Myself as your pet. Sex pet? Fuckpet? I'm collared and leashed and wearing a ring gag, and all I'm allowed to do is eat you and Yuriko (and anyone else who wants me) out.

2. My mother, your mother, and Setsuko, all on their knees worshiping you as I clean their backs with my tongue. (Can go into further detail!)

3. Worship is a fun word. I kind of want to actually worship your cock, offer a little prayer of gratitude for it fucking me so hard.

Okay #3 is a bit of a lie.

I actually have offered a little prayer of gratitude to your cock. It's so~o nice. I love it, and you, Master! ♡♡♡

There's so much I want to do with you, but I can't. Don't worry! I'm patient, Master! I'm also helping with Yuriko, she's a really feisty texter.

(I had an idea of cutting her off until she takes a photo of herself with your name written on her somewhere, but I don't want to do something like that to your future wife! At least not without permission!)

Is there anything I can do that's less sexual? I mean, I love sucking and fucking my M♡♡ster's m♡nster c♡ck, but I feel like that's not as much as you deserve!

It goes on and on in that vein. You text Terumi back.

How are things with your mother? Anything different, since you shared your boyfriend with her?

Oh. Hm. She's been a little awkward about it, but I do think deep down she wants to do it again. She just can't quite admit it to herself that she wants a man half her age to fuck her and take care of her.

(It's so romantic that you want her too, M♡ster.)

You go over to text Reiko.

Want to go hang out on Thursday? It's your turn to decide where and what.

Sounds good. I'll tell you during lunch where & what.

Also, what's the most guys you've ever gotten through in one "race"?

I always finish the job. I think the most guys I had at once was nine? Seventeen orgasms total, iirc. Didn't think that was the kind of thing you were interested in though.

I was thinking of trying to beat that score, solo.

Ha. I'd like to see you try. ;)

The car pulls into the school, and you explode inside Noriko's mouth.

You text Terumi back, Noriko curling around your arm and happily rubbing her cheek against you as you walk to class.

If you want to do more for me, sign up for childcare classes and look into training for being a personal assistant. (Not necessarily immediately on the personal assistant subject.)

I'm going to want my concubine both ready to bear and take care of my children when I graduate (or maybe a bit sooner, if you're really lucky), and useful to Yuriko and I's business dealings.

Oh, and you have permission to "cut Yuriko off" until you get that picture. Send it to me once you do, of course.

Her reply is prompt.

As you wish, Master!

Noriko disentangles herself from you as you arrive in class. Raya and Chanette are quietly talking, with Raya looking absolutely scandalized by some photographs that Chanette's showing on her phone and bragging about. "So there's my mom, my aunt, my cousin, my grandmother..."

You step over, curious what the two are doing. "Care to share?"

"Bluh," Chanette says. "I'm having a tough enough time convincing Raya that there's nothing weird about wearing a bikini to the pool without you perving out on all my female relatives!"

"I-it's just an awful lot of skin," Raya says, mumbling. "Aren't you worried someone will think they're, you know..." She makes a vague wave, nervously playing with her aja in the other hand, drawing it a bit closer like a security blanket.

"That they enjoy their bodies and like the feeling of the sun on their skin?"

"No... I don't want to say it. It's not that I would think that, of course," Raya adds, hurriedly. "But certainly, people surely must, you know... I mean if you go out wearing a sign that says 'free soda,' surely you can't act surprised when somebody wants a can?"

"Boys want my cans whether or not I'm wearing a sign!" Chanette says. "Look at this one!" She points to you. "He can't stop staring at them."

"Well, I mean," Raya stumbles. "It's not that, you have a lewd body, or, well, obviously a man would want, an attractive woman." She swallows. "But, you know, surely it would be better for the man to be, you know, interested in you for your personality first?"

"He can learn about my personality as easily if I'm wearing a bikini."

"Yes, but," she fidgets. "I mean, what about... even leaving aside, what a man might think, of a particular choice of clothes, wouldn't that give certain girls an advantage? I mean, what of a small girl? Not that I am small. Not that there's anything wrong with being small."

"Small girls can be cute, just like well-endowed ones. I don't think there's a single girl in our class that I wouldn't describe as gorgeous, and you're no exception."

Raya blushes, pulling a bit further into her aja. "That is very sweet of you to say, Nanashi-san, but I don't think men generally agree..."

"Men have their preferences, who cares!" Chanette says. "It'd be uncomfortable as hell wearing all that crap in the pool!"

"Well, certainly, you would want to wear less than an aja and a chaste dress. But there are many things besides a bikini that work for that. My mother's choice of swimwear doesn't show her shoulders, much less her thighs or cleavage, for example."

"Why does it matter if a guy can see my tits?"

"I mean. He, you know." She swallows. "I, I don't want to be rude..."

"Too bad! Talk!" Chanette cries, leaning into Raya, who shrinks a little bit.

"Your breasts are... very large, and I notice men tend to leer and catcall, and often you don't want them to. Mine are also quite large, though not as large as yours, not that there's anything wrong with yours, not to say I'm-" Chanette makes a 'get to the point' gesture. "A-anyway, I don't get leered at."

"So, what, I should waddle around under a pile of rugs so guys don't leer?"

"I mean, if you don't want them to leer, I don't see what else to do..."

"I don't want to get hit by a car, doesn't mean I run around wearing bright reflective yellow all the time."

"If you want to try on different swimwear without getting leered at, you could rent a pool for yourself," you suggest.

"W-well obviously it's entirely different if one's alone! I can be naked in the bath!" Raya's sharpness surprises you a little.

"Or with your man?"

"I-if we were married," Raya says, blushing a bit. "Of course I could be naked with him. It would be strange if I couldn't."

"I was thinking more you in a bikini, maybe just the two of us?" Raya blushes bright red at that, nervously playing with her aja. "Getting leered at can be uncomfortable, but there's nothing wrong with wanting to look cute. Plus, it can help tell you who you want to spend your time on - someone who just leers at you, or someone who will look you in your beautiful orange eyes."

Raya blushes even brighter somehow, the hue of her cheeks coming through her blue facepaint, and Chanette mimes gagging herself.

"How would you like to go shopping for a swimsuit with me? We could pick out something nice, together. We might even be able to go swimming together in private afterwards."

"A-ah, um," Raya stumbles, swallowing. "Well. That. Swimming is fun," she offers.

"Would you like to come along too, Chanette?"

Chanette pauses, then seems to decide she should, nodding to herself. "I'll have to protect innocent Raya from you."

"I, I don't think you have to protect me from Nanashi," Raya replies, blushing. "Not that I don't appreciate it! Not that I don't want you to come! I mean, um, sure. All three of us?" You nod. "Then, then sure, yes, that sounds nice. Or, it might be nice. If it's not nice, it won't be too not nice, I think."

"It's fine. You don't have to look so nervous," you tell her, your voice soft and soothing. "It's a date, then. This Friday afternoon?"

She nods. Amaya-sensei clears her throat, and you quickly return to your seat.

The first part of class passes without much interest - then it's lunch. Reiko turns back to look at you. "Hey, so, mm. Thursday afternoon, right?" You nod. "Wanna try to break a record?" She asks, loudly, with a certain smirk and a sidelong glance sent Kyoko's way.

Kyoko balls up a fist briefly, turning to look at you. "Hey, we were gonna work on study stuff today."

"I'll break that record," you tell Reiko, then quickly turn over to Kyok. "Sorry for the distraction. Let's get your books out and get to work?"

Kyoko looks like she's got a pretty good guess at what Reiko's 'record' is, but nods, and you move your desk so that yours is pressed up against hers. She's got a light lunch today - pretty much just what looks like sweet potato fries with some kind of yellow dip. "Right, here's what I've got," she says, as she chews on one of her fries, flopping a pile of about ten pages of notes in front of you. They're rough, with a paperclip thinly holding them together. "It's chosen for brevity, so tell me if you think there's anything important I missed."

She cracks open one of her books and studies it a bit as she eats, clearly expecting you to review what you've got in front of you and report back.

You read through her notes carefully, looking at their organization, subjects of focus, and looking for any error or missing parts. You aren't exactly studying at the level of the rest of the class - you're operating on a much higher level - but you can still make a correction or two here and there, notice prerequisite information missing. She flicks absently through her book as she eats her fries.

When you're finished, you turn them back over to her, now having your notes on them. She awkwardly shifts her weight, wiping her fingertips on the hem of her shirt, before she takes the paper, one fry still in her mouth, slowly lowered in by the working of her jaw. "I think you missed a couple things, but it's otherwise pretty good."

She just nods and grunts as she feeds the last of the fry into her mouth, flicking from page to page. "Thanks," she says, once she swallows it. "Looks good. Hey, Kiyomi," she says, turning to her side, making Kiyomi squeak. "Take a look over this, tell me if you don't get anything," she says, offering the pages. Kiyomi takes it nervously, offering you a quick glance as she starts to read.

"So how did you and Kiyomi meet?" You ask Kyoko.

"Last school. We've been friends for a while."

"How long?"

"Two, three years? Something like that. We both liked batball. Played some, watched some, you know."

"Like at the stadium?"

"Sure." Kyoko shrugs. "Oh." She says, after a moment. "Not anymore, you know." Kiyomi looks more tightly at the notes in front of her, as if she was absently aware of what the two of you were talking about. "Nowadays when we hang out it's at one of our houses."

"You should get out more. Hang out, and all that. Studying is important, but doing it too much is justtiring and stressful. Everybody needs to wind down now and then."

"Yeah. Okay," she says in a bored tone of voice.

"How would you like to hang out with me sometime in an out of school context?"

Kyoko frowns slightly. Reiko is clearly listening despite pretending to look at her book. "I mean. I guess. Why?"

"You just seem like an interesting person and I'd like to get to know you better. Kiyomi could come along, if she's interested."

"She doesn't like public places that much," Kyoko hedges. She turns to her left. "How's it going, Kiyomi?"

"A-almost done," Kiyomi says in a mousy voice. "H-here. I don't think I quite understood this bit here..." she starts. The three of you go over Kyoko's notes in detail, with you helping to explain things to Kiyomi. Kiyomi quietly, nervously listens to you, with the tentativeness of an androphobe.

When you finish, lunch is pretty much over, and Amaya-sensei soon gets everyone back into their seats.

When school is over, Sumiko rises from her seat and sort of looms behind you, as if waiting for your command or at least for you to stand up. You did plan on doing some practice dueling back at your home, you suppose.

"Come on, Sumiko," you say, with a gesture. Noriko will come home later - she's got her mechanical club.

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," she says, diligently following after you. The two of you ride the car back to your home, quietly conversing about this and that. "I have been looking forward to this, Nanashi-sama," she says, with a broad, boisterous smile. "I enjoyed the last time our blades met - I shall be interested to see what happens when they clash again."

"I'll be giving it my all."

"I would want nothing less," she says, with a sincere and grave look.

The two of you put on your fencing outfits and stand off against one another in the gym, swords in hand. Slashing bracket, so Sumiko has the advantage of superior experience as she stares you down, the two of you striding around one another. You wait for her to move first, and when she does you parry and strike back, the wood of your weapon smacking against her arm.

"An excellent strike, Nanashi-sama. I overextended. I shall not do so again."

Indeed, she doesn't; instead, you wind up pushing into her, ducking low as she makes her counterstrike and slamming the sword meatily against her stomach. She staggers a bit, caught off guard, and gives a bark of a laugh. "You truly are a fine warrior, Nanashi-sama! I do not know if I have ever fought a man as skilled as you. Certainly not in this life."

"Thank you," you tell her, your own breathing heavy. "One more hit and I'm the victor."

"So it is, Nanashi-sama," she replies, shifting her weight. "So it is."

This time, her movements are more defensive, protecting herself, guarding as you try to penetrate her defense. Finally, she lashes out with her foot, kicking your calf and sending you reeling. You manage to turn it into a roll and get back on your feet, narrowly dodging her strike, and that puts her wide open for you to retaliate, smacking her in the thigh. She lets out a breath of defeat, putting down her weapon and starting to strip out of her fencing garb. "That was a fine battle, Nanashi-sama. I have to admit, I had hoped perhaps that you had been so busy that your skills had waned, but it seems as if you kept in practice during your free hours." At such times as the QM did not comment.

You finish getting out of fencing garb. "Let's go enjoy a nice meal," you tell her, taking her hand and guiding her to the dining room, with Akiko setting about making the two of you something to eat. "It's nice to spend some time with you, Sumiko."

"Thank you, Nanashi-sama. I also enjoy the opportunity to enjoy your company in a more personal context, which feels intermittent at times." She pauses. "I am sorry. I do not wish to be overly cloying. Your company is a pleasant experience, and I am thankful I have the opportunity to be graced by it." She smiles.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like? Akiko's a quite good cook."

"So long as it has meat, I will be satisfied, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says.

You turn to Akiko. "You catch that, Akiko?"

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," Akiko replies, setting about cooking.

"Is there anything else you'd like for a nice, normal date? I do enjoy your company, and I'd certainly enjoy taking the opportunity to spend time with you more."

"Ah." Sumiko pauses at the question. "Hm." She hesitates, then laughs. "Perhaps I am not personable enough. All I can think of is sword fighting." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "I suppose just eating with you and speaking is nice, as well. Hm." Her hands absently play with one another as she thinks. "This is surprisingly difficult. When I imagine the two of us alone, I, hm. My thoughts turn... lewd. Or else to... not tedium, but unimportance? That I be your silent shadow. Of course, I would not force such a thing upon you."

You take in her words and enjoy dinner with her, talking a bit about this and that, including Sumiko's thoughts on this world, how Chou is, your upcoming date with Minori, and your family in general as well as Fumiko in particular. When you finish up the meal, you take her by hand towards your room. "How would you like to make love today, Sumiko?" You ask her. She actually blushes at that, her otherwise stoic demeanor pierced in a heartbeat, and it's a very cute response, you have to admit.

"I... must admit, Nanashi-sama, you have far more sexual experience than I." She runs a finger through her short blonde hair. "I think, from what I have seen of your relationship with your various partners, that the relationship itself plays a part in the dynamic of sex? Or its idealized form, at least." You nod along. "When I think of the idealized form of our relationship, it is me as your ever-loyal, ever-present servant, and you as my affectionate and caring liege. If you have some idea on how such a thing would best be enacted in the bedroom, I would certainly enjoy experiencing it."

"Hm. That gives me an idea." Sumiko smiles at those words, and you soon take her into your room, locking the door.

"What is your idea, Nanashi-sama?" She asks, clearly curious.

You hop on the bed. "We pretend that I have been injured, and can't move about on my own. I need you to perform necessary tasks for me. Which you, of course, will perform," you tell her.

She smiles, her cheeks glowing, clearly liking this idea, and barely hesitates before kneeling by your bedside. "Nanashi-sama. I await your commands, to serve you in this time of need." Kneeling like that, her head is about level with your own.

You consider what to do for only a moment. "Remove my clothes," you order. Obediently, without hesitation, Sumiko does, unbuttoning and peeling away your shirt - and subtly, but not without your notice, taking a sniff as she discards it to one side. She also pulls down your pants, and your underwear, and removes your socks. You're almost entirely naked.

"Should I remove your glasses as well, Nanashi-sama?"

"No," you tell her. She nods and waits for your next command patiently. "Take off your clothes, too."

She moves without much idea of how to strip appealingly, but with the visible muscles of her body, every inch of exposed skin has its own curves to it. She's soon standing, utterly naked, by your side, waiting for your next command expectantly and silently.

"Now, I feel a bit dirty," you say, smiling. "I'd like you to clean my neck, chest, and cock with your tongue."

"As you wish, Nanashi-sama," she says, her cheeks glowing, but her expression as stoic as ever, not sure whether she should pretend not to understand the sexual implications of your command. She's soon above you, an her hands and knees, her lovely tits hanging over you, her tongue lapping generously at your neck. She's thorough, bathing you with her tongue, running slowly down your chest, to your cock, which is by that point rock hard, as she starts to slide her tongue along it, looking up at you for any sign of displeasure.

"Use a lot of spit," you tell her, and she nods, practically drooling on your cockhead, positioning herself at your tip, working to make sure she salivates. "I want you to slobber all over my cock. Make sure it's thoroughly... cleaned and lubricated."

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," she says, her voice a little breathy, obviously aroused. She licks and slurps at your dick, running her tongue and lips across your body, her eyes staring up at you enticingly, obediently, ready and happy to receive your next command. You almost reach down to pet her, but instead you don't move, keeping up your role, enjoying that you can control such a beautiful, powerful woman without doing anything but speaking.

"That's very good. You are by far my most loyal servant, Sumiko," you tell her, playing up your role again. She hums happily at the praise. "I am blessed to have a servant like you, so devoted and obedient." She continues to lick every inch of your cock, drooling as she goes along, making it glisten with her spit. Her cheeks are red, her nipples perky, and she's obviously incredibly aroused just from this, her use of her tongue to 'clean' you enough to drive her to the edge.

As she draws ever nearer, moaning wantonly as her tongue slides along your cock, you finally speak again. "Stop." Instantly, she freezes in place, looking up at you, awaiting your next command. "Your cleaning has made me extremely erect, Sumiko," you tell her, as if she hadn't noticed or that that wasn't the intended effect. Her cheeks color a little brighter at that, embarrassment mixing with arousal. "Since you have created this problem, I believe it is your duty to solve it."

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," she says, sounding meek, playing up her role as an innocent who did not intend to do such a thing and did not know that you're pretty much just bullying her. "How shall I solve it, Nanashi-sama?"

"Position yourself above my cock," you order, "so that it is aimed at your sex. Have you maintained your purity?" You ask her, with a wicked grin.

"Y-yes, Nanashi-sama," she says, playing up the nervousness, as she positions her wet sex over your cock.

"Are you hesitant to give it up now, to me, your liege?"

"No, Nanashi-sama," she breathes out. "Never for you."

"Then correct the problem you have created. Take my cock inside your virginal cunt and use that muscular body of yours to make me ejaculate. I can hardly do it myself, now can I?"

"No, Nanashi-sama," she says, before slowly starting to descend, even pretending to be a bit pained as you pass by what would have been the hymen. "As the creator of this, nn, problem," she breathes, "it is my duty to satisfy you completely."

She descends entirely onto your cock, enveloping you, resting her weight on your pelvis. "Do not rest your weight on my pelvis," you order, immediately, and she rises up an inch. "I am injured, remember?"

"I apologize profusely, Nanashi-sama," she says, hurriedly.

"Good. Now, start to fuck yourself on my cock." She nods, rising and falling in slow strokes, moving gradually. "Faster," you order, and she begins to do so, riding your cock more urgently. "Faster," you say, again, and she grows still faster on your manhood, riding you pretty hard before squealing in pleasure. She places her hands on the bed and falls forward to keep herself from impaling herself on your groin, moaning and quivering as her cunt squeezes you, a splash of drool hitting your chest. "Very good," you tell her, and she shudders in pleasure at those words. "When you're ready for a new command, lean up."

She takes a quick breath and rises the moment her cunt ceases its convulsions, kneeling astride you once more, her legs splayed fairly wide to give you a show. "What next, Nanashi-sama?"

"Slowly lower yourself on my cock, until you can feel my pubic hairs on your moist sex." She nods, closing her eyes and descending, stopping as she has you almost entirely within her, quivering a little as she's made to balance her weight in this awkward position. "Now clench my cock in your cunt." She does so, her lower muscles squeezing your manhood in a vice. "Hold it for as long as you can."

It's erotic, to watch her quiver and even drool like this, her eyes squeezed shut, her entire body lined with tension. Every one of her muscles comes out to be readily apparent, as she holds herself in this position with only extreme difficulty. You smile up at her, licking your lips, admiring her lewd body - and she finally orgasms for a second time like that, falling forward once more, just barely managing to keep from slamming her weight into your torso, her nipples brushing at your chest as she pants and whimpers. "A thousand apologies, Nanashi-sama," she whimpers out. "I have failed you."

"No, no," you soothe. "You've done extremely well. Rub your tits against my chest, bounce that beautiful, muscular butt of yours on my cock." She begins to do both, her hard nipples rubbing against you, her butt rising up and down, moist and wet and oh-so-tight. "I have a confession," you tell her, conspiratorially. "I wanted your body from the very beginning. I didn't need to order you to strip, and I knew what would happen when you started to lick me clean." Her cheeks flush. "You're such a good, diligent, sweet servant, and I could not resist you any longer."

"I love you too, Nanashi-sama," she pants out.

At those words, you finally explode, releasing inside her, making her squirm in pleasure as a sympathetic orgasm rolls through her. She halfway collapses on top of you, managing to keep her weight off your body by only the barest of margins, as you let out every drop of sticky seed in her waiting sex. She remains there, waiting your next command, even when you're completely spent.

"Take me to the shower," you command. Sumiko rises off of you, taking a moment to recover, before carrying you, princess-style, into the shower, pushing open the bathroom door with her foot. She diligently places you down in the tub, before closing and locking the outer door to the bathroom and returning to your side. "Wash me," you say, enjoying as she turns on the shower (though admittedly not the part where it's cold for a second), and gets in behind you, maneuvering your body this way and that, sensuously rubbing her hands along your body.

"I enjoy this very much, Nanashi-sama," she says, her voice a little soft, breaking character but remaining engrossed in her work, hands running along your body, groping you here and there. "To be at your absolute disposal like this is amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," you reply. She washes you, and herself, off, and you finally rise from her lap, turning off the shower. "Now, I have a date with my little sister, so help me towel off."

She towels you off, even though you've given up the pretense of being limp spaghetti, rubbing your body down, and taking a deep whiff of the towel before turning it on herself. The two of you step into your bedroom, and you order her to go to this drawer and retrieve that bit of clothing, make her put on your shirt, help you with your socks. She really likes being made to do even these inane chores, possibly moreso because she's in the nude. You take her chin and pull her into a kiss, meeting her lips with yours. She hums softly, kissing you back, even giving your ass a bit of a grope before you pull back. "Thank you, Sumiko. You are a wonderful servant, and a wonderful woman. Now please, dress yourself so I can leave without worrying about your dignity."

Sumiko blushes, but quickly gets dressed, heading back to her home.

You go to Minori's room, rapping on the door. She pops out wearing that deep brown dress you recommended, the one that doesn't have anything covering the backside between the neck and the butt. It makes it obvious she's not wearing a bra. "I look good, huh?" She says, smiling a bit. "Bet I'm gonna knock that boy's socks off!"

"You look absolutely exquisite," you tell her, with a smile. You offer her your hand. "Come on. We're going to take your car, since Shiiro's taking Sumiko home."

Minori smiles and takes your hand in hers, the two of you strolling through the house, to her car. "This is going to be so great," she says, full of exuberance.

"Mm," you smile. "What wouldn't be great, with such a lovely, smart girl coming to such an enjoyable evening?"

"Nothing!" Minori says, with a nod. "It's going to be great. I'm going to do it." She seems to be pumping herself up a bit. "Thanks," she says, as you arrive at the car. She seems surprised when you follow her inside. "Why are you coming with me?"

"Why do you think?" You ask. Minori just stares. "Come on. Guess."

"I don't know. Are you my chaperone? I'm not going to do anything weird with a boy I only met, come on! Mom didn't put you up to this, did she?" She asks it in the most piteous voice, like she's terrified that her mother doesn't trust her that much.

"No, Kimiko's in full support of this date. I'll explain in the car." Minori nods, looking happy to hear that, and hops in the car, which you soon follow. Her legs kick a bit as she looks at you expectantly. "I want to court you." Minori stares. "Sincerely, and from the bottom of my heart," you say, gently reaching over for her hand. Her cheeks are glowing red, her mouth a little open. "Our mother approves, as long as you are okay with it."

After a few seconds, she shakes her head, closing her mouth, as if waking up. She stares at you for a while longer though. "But, you're my brother."

"Kimiko is entirely supportive," you tell her. "You trust Kimiko, don't you?" Minori nods, on automatic. "So evaluate me not as your brother, but as a man."

Her eyes run along the line of your arm before she zones out, staring into the distance for a moment. "You are my type..." she says. She gets up and sits down next to you, cute little butt snapping to the seat beside you, her thigh rubbing against yours. You can see the bare back of her dress. "B-but what about the Kusakabe line!" She says, suddenly.

"Don't worry," you say, ruffling her hair. "The Kusakabe line is in no danger of dying off, even if you chose to live as an Anagogist Perfect." (A nun, basically.) "And this way, your children will carry on the Kusakabe name. No worries about the line there."

She chews her lower lip for a second, staring forward in thought. She's clearly turning the idea over and over again in her head. Then she nods, and reaches for your hand. "If Mom thinks it's okay," she says, giving your hand a squeeze.

"Great. Now you're going to love the date I've got planned," you tell her, leaning over to kiss the top of her head - then reaching for her chin, guiding her face up, and kissing her on the lips. It's tender, brief, but she's blushing bright red when you pull away - and her fingers are digging into the skin of your hand. "What do you think of A Yu Yu's genre?"

"It's cool! You know that whole genre's derived from Rodwan religious music, filtered through the lens of Dawiya and the mass culture of the late Caliphate?" That sets her off on a long, rambling discussion of religion, music, history, society, politics, democracy, militarism, and eventually - by the time you arrive at the place the concert will be - she gets back around to the genre in question. "Oh, right. So, ar-bu music," she says, having some difficulty with the double consonant 'rb' pair, "it's like, it's thing. But then it came to Kurogaya, and arubu! It's like this mutated form, it's classy, it's all in this kind of vibe of the early 20th century because that's sort of the heyday of arbu, but it's also pop? Is that the right word? It's got a raw sound to it, meant to be danced to, not like an old orchestra that was about ambience or emotion. You know?"

"I think I understand," you tell her. "We are here, though. Let's go inside?" She nods, and you give the two tickets, her hand still clamped tight around yours without even a second thought as the two of you go inside.

The venue isn't that large - this isn't some grand affair. There's a stage, some tables, some chairs - it's a common custom in Kurogaya to have would-be music stars perform in this kind of venue, with overpriced meals and tickets helping to subsidize the cost of renting the place out. It's also the kind of place you go to get 'discovered' and turned into a mass marketable commodity, though that hasn't happened to A Yu Yu yet.

You find a table, ordering a pair of drinks for yourself and Minori and a bit of snack food. Minori perks up as a young lady wearing what looks sort of like a butterfly mask and a hood steps forward onto the stage. "Hello, lovely ladies and handsome gentlemen of this fine evening."

"Hello!" Minori says back on instinct, before turning bright red and covering her mouth. There's a few small chortles from others in the audience.

"Good to see someone's enthusiastic," the woman on stage says. "We will be your entertainment for the evening, or at least part of it." She makes a little flourish with her hand, and a long wind instrument seems to appear out of nowhere. She doesn't even have sleeves. That gets a few scattered claps, and she bows. "If you enjoy the show, remember: A Yu Yu. You saw them before they were famous."

A couple similarly garbed women have set up a set of drums and what looks sort of like a miniature piano (xylophone?) behind the speaking woman, who promptly begins their song. Despite the fact that the 'lead' has a wind instrument, it's as much or more enthusiastic singing. The 'chorus' is of her two compatriots, with her taking long moments to belt out some emotional lines about the beauty of the sunset, of life, of the clouds and the winds and the rains, of all the things on the earth and all the things above it, and so on. A pretty typical subject matter for the genre.

Minori watches, enraptured.

You reach over for her, holding her hand and watching in silence. She doesn't even pay attention as you eat more than your fair share of the small snack food you've ordered for the two of you, just wistfully staring at the band.

When they've finished their sets, Minori finally turns her gaze back your direction, looking pleased as punch. "That was really cool."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too, though not nearly so much as looking at you." And, indeed, the fact that she was staring at the stage meant you got a nice look at her back. She flushes in color at the compliment. "Do you want to see if we can meet the band?"

Minori hesitates, then nods, and you wind up worming your way back into the band's group. The xylophone girl (you're pretty sure she's the same, anyway, hard to tell with the hoods) is slumped in a corner with a laptop and putting off very clear 'don't bug me don't bug me please don't bug me vibes.'

"If it isn't little miss Hello," the lead says with a smile and a point. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jen, that's Da, and there's Ro." It's common for arubu singers to adopt monosyllabic names like that. "You are?"

"Minori Kusakabe," Minori says rapidly. "This is my big brother Nana-kun."

"Nana-kun, huh?" Jen offers a smile, and her hand. "Nice to meet ya." She squints. "Gonna guess you're not eighteen?" You shake your head. "Ah well. That's life under the sun. Sweet of you to bring your li'l sis over, I can tell she's more of a fan than you, right?"

Minori nods rapidly. "U-um, can I ask, do you like, think about the original ar-bu, or study it, or is it more like, modern arubu stuff?"

"Oh, I'm not much of a head for ar-bu."

"Arbu," Ro grunts out from the laptop.

"Yeah. Ro's more the girl with that, she does help with the songs. But I'm mostly with the arubu stuff. I do lyrics. Why?"

"I'm just curious because of the influence, you know, how does it affect the art."

"Gonna be more on the instrumental bits than the lyrics, if there's any influence at all," Jen offers.

"That's cool," Minori says, in a very sincere tone of voice.

"Can y'all give Minori here some autographs? I'm sure she'd love them."

Ro just scowls into her computer screen, but Jen nods, popping out pen. "Where should I write it?"

"A-ah, um," Minori says, bug-eyed, realizing she doesn't have anything to write on. You slip her a little notepad you brought for specifically this occasion and it's not a retcon okay?? "On this!" She says, offering it up. Jen pops the pen's head off, holding it in her mouth, then pauses.

"To?" You suggest.

"Oh! Um, Jen, of A Yu Yu, to Minori Kusakabe!"

Jen nods and writes, scribbling down the name. "Yo, Da," she says, waving the other girl over, who quickly scribbles down her name as well. "Sorry, Ro's kinda a skulker," Jen says with a conspiratorial wink as she hands the pad back to Minori.

"Heard that," Ro mumbles.

"Let's go home, Minori," you say, taking Minori's hand.

"Bye! Thanks a ton!" Minori says, excitedly.

"No, thank you, Little Miss Hello," Jen says, with real gusto and charisma.

Soon enough, the two of you are back in the car, Minori practically bouncing in her seat, staring at the autographs.

"Did you have a good time on our date?" You ask her. She nods rapidly, practically beaming. "How did it match up to your expectations?"

"It was way better than I thought it'd be. You're so cool, Nana-kun!" She says, before wrapping you in a big hug, snuggling against you happily, still clenching that notepad. You gently pat her (naked) back, and she finally pulls away. "You're a really good boyfriend." She says it smiling then blushes as she realizes what she said and glances away and down. "A-ah, I mean, you know..."

"Too late, you already said it," you tell her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. You gently tossle her long blonde hair. "Any ideas for a second date?"

"You're really smart, you can come up with something great, I'm sure!" Minori says, excitedly. Damn. Looks like your plan to get her to make something up didn't work. She pauses for a moment, then hops onto your lap, straddling you with an almost casual grace. She stares you dead in the eyes, then leans forward and pokes your lips with hers, awkwardly. She pulls back, cheeks flaring red. "Y-you better be serious! That was my first real kiss!"

"I'm very serious," you reply, taking her cheek and gingerly pulling her into a second kiss with you. She hums softly, pushing her body against yours, and the next thing you know you've pulled into the mansion and you've got your hands slipped down the back of Minori's dress, your fingers gripping her butt cheeks as she grinds against you.

When she realizes you've stopped, she pops her lips off yours, blushing vivid red as she gets off your lap. "Th-thanks for the date!" She says, staring at your feet.

You grab her, carrying her princess style inside, all the way up to her bedroom, where you lie her down and tuck her in. She's bright red. You kiss her once more, a serious, sincere thing with plenty of tongue that makes her turn even brighter red.

"Have pleasant dreams," you tell her, before heading out to find Setsuko.

Setsuko is in her bedroom, wearing one of her nicer dresses rather than the maid clothes. Noriko idly lounges on her bed and ticks her head up when she sees you arrive. "Nanashi," Setsuko says warmly, with a smile. "I missed you today." Her fingers sort of awkwardly play against one another. "Sorry I couldn't make you a nice breakfast in bed."

"It's my fault," you tell her, with a sincere smile. "I was cuddling with Mariko. She's lonely with my father away."

Setsuko nods. "I know the feeling... well, no..." she says. "I guess that's not really true... but you know what I mean."

"Are you planning to fuck my mother thoroughly to recompense her for failing to provide for her womanly needs earlier today?" Noriko asks idly.

"And to use her as a cuddle pillow when we go to sleep," you tell Noriko with a smile. "Care to join?"

Noriko tilts her head, idly considering the question. Setsuko blushes a bit. "Yes," she says, standing up, moving around behind you, and placing her hands on your shoulders, sort of hefting herself up, wrapping her legs around your stomach as she watches over your shoulder. "I will watch from this position," she claims in a total deadpan.

"Well, alright then," you decide. "Lie down," you tell Setsuko, who obediently does so, quickly coming to rest her head on her pillow. You reach for her dress, pulling it up to her waist, then peeling down her panties.

You take out your own cock and slide it into Setsuko, who hums in satisfaction as you fill her up. All the while, Noriko quietly watches, attached to your back like a sexy autistic monkey.

You start to gently fuck Setsuko, staring down at her body. "Show me your breasts, please, Setsuko. I want to see them, they're so sexy."

Setsuko blushes and peels off her dress the rest of the way, tossing it aside, leaving her naked, cheeks a little red as you stare. Noriko quietly nuzzles your neck, occasionally kissing the crook of it, as you continue to gingerly fuck her mother, not a hint of jealousy in her behavior as she remains firmly clamped around your upper body. "God, you're beautiful," you breathe out, leaning forward to suckle on one breast, positioning Noriko so she can suckle on the other.

That's enough to make Setsuko squeal in orgasm, her cunt wrapping around your dick and trying to milk it, her hands digging at the bed. You can see, out of the corner of your eye, as Noriko starts to suckle on her mother's teat like a baby, staring up as she comes, and you can also feel as Noriko's hips start to involuntarily grind against your backside, humping you from her arousal at the erotic sight and sensations on display before her.

Your hands reach down for Setsuko's buttocks, and you grope Setsuko's soft and full ass cheeks, who hums and whimpers and blushes and twitches under your attentions. You fuck her, and she comes like that, again and again, clearly enjoying being screwed by her much-younger boyfriend, whimpering and moaning.

Finally, Noriko pops her head off Setsuko's tit and starts to speak. "Does it arouse you when I suckle you breasts, mother?" Setsuko just nods incoherently. "Good. I was hoping that this experience would be pleasurable for you too. Would you like for Nanashi to kiss you?" Again, Setsuko nods, her cheeks red as she squirms beneath you. "Nanashi, my mother wants a kiss," Noriko says, before kissing your neck.

You pull up from Setsuko's breast, give the tops of both her breasts a kiss to tease Setsuko, before moving up to meet the older woman's lips. Your tongue slides into her mouth, and Setsuko promptly comes, with Noriko humming pleasantly from behind you, suckling on your neck as you kiss her mother, her little body still wrapped around you. "Do you enjoy kissing my mother while I am wrapped around you?" Noriko asks. You hum your assent. "Good. Mother, you are not using your hands very much. You are in an ideal position to touch Nanashi in any of a variety of ways intended to bring him pleasure."

In response, Setsuko reaches up for your ass, groping it. Noriko hums and suckles at your neck again as you fuck her mother, before she finally orgasms on your back for the first time, humping you like a madwoman. When she comes down from her orgasm, she finally extricates herself from your back, and your pace inside Setsuko instantly doubles, the woman squeaking into your mouth as you're suddenly relieved of her daughter's weight and can therefore pump into her even harder.

You pull your lips away from hers, staring down lovingly into her eyes as you grope her amazing ass. She blushes at your stare. "I can't wait to knock you up, Setsuko," you breathe down at her. You're surprised by the sudden feeling of a pair of lips on your butt, which soon are kissing your anus, then tonguing you down there.

"Fuck," you breathe, shifting your weight, leaning up. Your hands grab Setsuko's hips, and you start to fuck her on your cock, making her squeak and blush and come, her tits bouncing even more than they were before, as you hold your butt in a single position. "God, you're so gorgeous and sexy," you pant out. Noriko just hums from in between your butt cheeks. "You too, Noriko," you say, and Setsuko gives a little giggle, which comes out in a cute staggered note. Her smile is almost radiant, with how sweet it is. "Could you play with those tits a little for me, Setsuko?" You ask her.

She nods, hands coming up to her own breasts, squeezing and groping them erotically, her eyes locked on yours, staring up at you with a soft smile on her lips. She then orgasms, her hips bucking, her mouth falling half-open as she comes. Her eyes manage to maintain that stare throughout, however, and when she comes down, her voice is almost a whisper, but there's a shy smile on it. "Come in me, Nanashi. I want to have your children. I really do. I want to give Noriko little half-siblings."

You groan and let go inside Setsuko, and she shivers in a sympathetic orgasm. You bury yourself inside her, leaning over her and simply resting your head on her tit-pillows, and her hands softly run through your hair. You fall asleep like that, with Noriko tucking the two of you in before snuggling into your side.