Repeater

Your pleasant position at the bottom of a six person cuddle pile changes as morning comes, with Setsuko starting to rise from bed. You just ignore her movement, trying to go back to sleep, and then trying to ignore the way half the other girls on the bed start wiggling around.

Your ability to ignore Setsuko's early rising and work ends when you realize she hasn't gotten out of bed. Instead, Noriko has seemingly stripped her mother's dress off, leaving her naked, her astounding tits shown off to you. "Use your breasts to massage Nanashi's penis, mother," Noriko says, in that same empty tone of voice. "Be a good titmaid for him."

"Y-yeah!" You can hear Momo chime in, excited. "Be a good titmaid, you, you big-tittied maid!" She nervously glances up at you, and Setsuko soon wraps her naked tits around your girth, offering you a shy, nervous smile.

"Momo," you say, with a tone of mild rebuke, and Momo balks. "Don't be so mean to Setsuko. She's a very nice woman, and she hasn't done anything to you."

Momo blushes. "S-sorry," she mumbles, guiltily.

You reach over for Yuriko, stirring her awake, her eyelids fluttering open. She smiles warmly as she sees your face, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Yuriko, I think you might like what's going on down in my groin." Yuriko glances, then smiles lustily. "I was thinking you'd like to help Setsuko massage my cock with her tits?"

You can tell she does, hurriedly slithering over to there, wrapping her hands around Setsuko's breasts and starting to jerk you off with them, practically drooling in excitement over it. Actually literally drooling, you see a splash of saliva hit Setsuko's shoulder.

You enjoy the feeling as Setsuko's soft breasts wrap around your cock, and you can feel them shift and wiggle with Yuriko's fingers. Yuriko's already breathing heavily, rubbing her body against Setsuko's backside, her mouth agape as she stares.

Noriko speaks up first. "Are you aroused more by the opportunity to pleasure Nanashi, or to grope my mother?" Noriko asks, placidly. Yuriko blushes at that, her fingers digging further into Setsuko's plentiful tits, making your maid squeak in surprise at the force of it. It bathes your cock in the gentle, pillowy feeling of her breasts, and Yuriko decides to just try to unfocus on Noriko's words, jerking your cock off with Setsuko's tits more and more quickly and forcefully. "Do you think your tits will become as large as Setsuko's once you get pregnant? They are already quite substantial, and breasts typically grow in size after pregnancy. Setsuko's were closer to mine before she had me."

You smile down at the scene of Noriko verbally bullying Yuriko, while Setsuko just blushes and squirms from the feeling of Yuriko's fingers on her tits. You reach down for Momo, taking hold of her chin and bringing her up to you, snuggling her face into your neck. She immediately starts to give you sweet little kisses as you run your fingers through her hair.

"I love you, Momo," you tell her, in a quiet whisper, your fingers petting her. "You didn't do anything wrong, I just don't want you to feel like you have to domme all the time. Noriko really likes it, as you can see by her bullying Yuriko."

Momo glances down at where Noriko is currently questioning whether Yuriko is really a 'reformed lezzo,' while Yuriko tries to lick your cockhead when it pops up from between Setsuko's tits, and mostly just accomplishes drooling copious amounts of spit down onto Setsuko's boobs. "Isn't Yuriko going to be your wife? Why are you letting Noriko bully her?"

"Well," you say, pulling Momo up a bit further, kissing her lips, one hand running around to her butt. "Because Yuriko secretly likes it," you whisper. "She's naturally submissive, for all her attempts to act bossy. Even Terumi has given her a bit of bullying."

Rather than letting Momo respond, you pull her back into a kiss, your fingers sliding into her wet sex and starting to finger her. Yuriko presses up against Setsuko from behind, breathing heavily as she gropes your maid's breasts, and Noriko keeps up her erotic pitter-patter of embarrassing questions. Soon enough, from some mix of getting to play with Setsuko's tits, grinding her own against Setsuko's back, and Noriko's questioning, Yuriko orgasms, moaning noisily, some excess drool splashing on your thigh as she jerks and grinds.

You just keep making out with Momo, your tongue slithering around in her mouth, making her moan and twitch as you finger her. Momo soon orgasms herself, as your fingers slide in and out of her, and then Setsuko follows up with a quiet, squeaky little whimper as she tries to keep it secret.

Yuriko pants noisily as she comes down from orgasmic bliss, then immediately doubles down, her eyes focusing in on you as she gropes Setsuko's tits, practically trying to give you a handjob through the plentiful titflesh. It does interesting things to your cock, tightening here and there, almost gripping your dick, like two warm pillows wrapped an your cock as Yuriko simply breathes in pleasure. Momo moans into your mouth, and you run your fingers lovingly through her hair.

When Momo orgasms yet again to your long makeout session, you pull away, enjoying her heavy breathing and dull eyes as she comes and recovers. You look down at Yuriko, smiling. "You don't need to be so overeager, Yuriko," you tell her. "This is the first day of the rest of your life. This is how it'll be when we're together." Yuriko orgasms at those words, making Setsuko squeak noisily as her tits are just squeezed around your dick.

You're surprised when your mother's fingers suddenly join your own in Momo's cunt, and you pull your hand back a little to let Kimiko get to work, smiling at you from behind Momo's shoulder with a mischievous expression. Momo either doesn't realize that there are three - soon, as Kimiko starts groping Momo's petite little breast, four - hands running along her body, or doesn't realize that the extra pair belong to your mother.

Yuriko, for her part, decides to shift her position, still breathing heavily from her latest orgasm, stripping off her top and pushing her tits into Setsuko's. She drools as much as she can, spit cascading down onto your dick, giving her and Setsuko's tits a lovely shine. "Were you jealous of the fact that only Setsuko was able to feel his cock in her tits?"

Momo just squirms against you, hands grabbing your shoulders for purchase as Kimiko and you play with her, making her come again, and again, while Yuriko and Setsuko give you an excited double titwank. Yuriko's frantic exuberance contrasts lewdly with Setsuko's sweet diligence, the two women's eyes going back and forth from the head of your cock as it pops out of their breasts, to your expression, as if worried they weren't satisfactory.

Finally, you close your eyes and ejaculate, groaning as your cum splashes up on the two girls' tits, coating their pale flesh with a thick amount of white cum. Some of it gets on their chins and necks as well, and Yuriko tries to lick it up before you stop her. Momo just moans absently as Kimiko keeps playing with her, seemingly still oblivious to just whose fingers are toying with her body. "Let Noriko clean it off."

Setsuko leans up, and Noriko is soon licking at the top of her tits, cleaning up your cum, as Yuriko watches, enraptured by the mother-daughter incest. Once her tongue has slithered across every inch of her mother's tits, Noriko comes over to Yuriko, looking up at her with those intense owl eyes as she starts to clean up your cum.

"She likes cleaning my cum up, huh?" You ask, trying to prompt Yuriko to speak up.

That seems to get her to respond. "Y-yeah," Yuriko breathes out, squirming a bit. "She likes, running her tongue all over tits. Wh-who's the real lezzo, huh? Seems like, it's you, Noriko." Yuriko's obviously pretty aroused from getting her tits worked over, and is coming closer and closer to the edge. Noriko just continues her work, acting as if it doesn't affect her at all. "That's a good tit cleaner," Yuriko whimpers, grasping Noriko and practically burying her face in her tits as she orgasms, moaning, hips jerking as she comes on the bed.

As Noriko finishes her work, Momo finally realizes who's fingering her and squeaks in surprise, cheeks flush with embarrassment as she looks at your mother with wide eyes. Your mother just smiles sweetly and licks Momo's juices off her fingers with the confident air of a woman who's in charge and can't be questioned.

"See, Momo? Kimiko isn't out to get you. She just wants you to be happy." You ruffle her hair, and she snuggles into you, seemingly mostly for a feeling of security, by her body language. "That was wonderful, everyone," you tell them. "Everyone working together to get each other off. Wasn't it fun?"

"It was quite pleasant, Nanashi," Noriko says, with an almost-present smile. Everyone else seems to agree.

"Setsuko, why don't you go start up the bath," you suggest. "I think most of us would like to get clean, after getting so sweaty."

Setsuko nods, getting up off the bed and heading to the bathroom. The rest of the group filters after her, but you stop Kimiko, grasping her wrist, and pulling her towards you.

"Tonight at seven, Mariko is going to be watching the premier of a new show, which I'm going to watch with her. Make sure she's worked up and eager to come when it starts."

Kimiko wears a wicked smile. "I'm glad that little plan is working," she says, leaning into you, kissing you on the lips, your glasses pressing against one another briefly. "Now, let's go get cleaned."

The bath is big, but not really big enough for six people, so what winds up happening is that Momo is sat on your lap, and Noriko on her mother's. Yuriko seems to enjoy just staring at Setsuko and Kimiko's tits, while Noriko will occasionally embarrass her with some lewd comment.

Momo is the one who speaks up. "Would you mind washing me, Kimiko-sama?" She asks it so tentatively, but Kimiko just smiles and nods, and soon Momo is leaning in the bath, letting Kimiko's hands run along her pale, lovely backside.

"Yuriko, come over here," you say to her, smiling. She comes over, and you have her lean over, rubbing and cleaning her back, pressing your thumbs against sensitive points and knots of muscles. She sighs and enjoys the massage, letting your fingers run along her skin, her eyelids drooping a bit as she just squirms beneath you, happy to feel your hands against her skin. When you finish up, she tries to lean back up, but you push her back down, positioning her so she's leaned over the edge of the tub. "Kimiko and Setsko may be my women, but you're my future wife. I have to make sure you leave the house thinking of me," you tell her, taking your hard cock and penetrating her waiting sex.

She squirms a little in surprise at the penetration, having apparently not expected to get fucked, and you just go crazy on her, groping her tits and fucking her wet sex. She squirms and squeaks, and you flip her around so she's on her back, telling her to look at you, to look at your body and really drink it in. She does, even drooling a bit at your chest, but her real drooling is reserved for when - after a good dozen orgasms - you pull out of her cunt and drag her face into your groin, shoving your cock into her mouth and letting go. She just moans and drools on your dick as you splash tasty cum all over the inside of her mouth.

When you're finished, she swallows, and sits back down, breathing heavily. Her eyes don't go to Kimiko or Setsuko's tits, but remain focused on your cock, which is still very hard.

The remainder of the bath passes without much conversation, with the various girls washing each other, and Yuriko seeming to size you up sexually.

When it's done, everybody soon dries off and gets dressed.

"Kimiko, why don't you go collect Minori? I want her to meet my future wife."

"Sure thing, Nan-chan," Kimiko says, leaning over to peck your cheek before heading off. You take Yuriko to the kitchen and have Akiko make something for the four of you, with Kimiko and Minori soon showing up.

Minori adopts a more formal stance when she sees Yuriko. "Oh, hello. I don't believe we've been introduced."

"This is Yuriko Sakamoto," Kimiko explains. "Yuriko, this is Minori, my daughter."

"It's nice to meet you," Yuriko replies.

Minori glances your way, as if to ask a question, then seems to decide against it. "So how do you know my elder brother?" Minori asks pleasantly.

"We are in the same class," Yuriko explains. She glances over at you, smiling a bit. "We're probably going to get married later. He's already calling me his future wife." She puts her hand on your thigh, the back of her hand brushing against your cock through your pants.

"Oh." Minori doesn't really seem to have a response to that prepared. "That's nice," she decides on.

"You don't need to worry too much about that, Minori," you tell her. "Any marriage is years off. For now, you can just think of her as my incredibly beautiful girlfriend," you say, leaning over to kiss Yuriko's neck briefly, enjoying as she blushes at the compliment.

"Oh, Mom," Minori says, "is it true that Nana-kun knows who the boy who likes me is?"

"Yes, it is, sweetheart."

"He said he was gonna set me up on a date!" Minori says, excitedly.

"That sounds wonderful, dear. Has he arranged anything yet?" Kimiko asks, looking your way expectantly.

"Tomorrow evening, there's a nice concert with A Yu Yu at the Modeki."

"Oh, cool!" Minori smiles. "Did you suggest that to him? You know I really like that genre, even if A Yu Yu is kind of obscure."

"He knows what kind of music you like," you tell her.

"Is he a class mate of mine, or a friend of yours? Come on, tell me, tell me!"

"I'm glad you're looking forward to it, but the point of a blind date is that it's a surprise. I don't want to spoil it for you. Kimiko approves of him, and that's what matters, isn't it?"

Minori pouts a little. "Fine," she mumbles. "I trust Mom."

The four of you eat breakfast, and then you go get dressed and ready for school before heading off with Yuriko and Noriko in the car. Yuriko and Noriko both cuddle against you, but you put one hand on the back of Noriko's head, first kissing her on the lips, then directing her down towards your groin. "You missed my cock this morning, I bet, Noriko."

She just hums as she unzips your pants, slurping your dick into her mouth in a single swift stroke, her lips wrapping around your base. Yuriko watches with interest as she starts fucking her face on your cock, and you just pet your happy little autistic girlfriend as she facefucks your cock. She orgasms six times before you finally let go in her mouth, and she swills it on her tongue as she's zipping you up. In fact, you don't think she swallows until she's in class.

When the three of you arrive, Kiyomi is the only other student there, and she shies away a little as Yuriko approaches her normal seat.

You position yourself in between Kiyomi and Yuriko, half defensively. "Hey, Kiyomi," you say, your voice soft. "Sorry about not messaging you on Fictoria yet, I've been a bit distracted. We had this huge dinner I had to help get things ready for."

"I-it's okay," she says, quietly, mumbling, staring at you like you were a predator.

"How is your writing going?"

"I, it's good, I think." She swallows audibly, fidgeting some more.

"That's great. Here," you say, taking out your phone and putting in an alarm. "I'm putting in an alarm to remind me to contact you on Fictoria. It'll go off when school is done."

She swallows and smiles nervously. "T-thanks."

"I really do want to read your stuff. It's very interesting, just like you."

She smiles a bit at that. "T-thanks," she says, quietly.

You step away, taking up your old seat, making sure that Yuriko is looking at you and not staring at Kiyomi and scaring the poor girl. Some of the other students have filtered in - Chanette, Daichi, Shichiro, and Reiko, to be specific. You have probably a few more minutes before class starts.

You go over to Chanette, raising your hand. "Hey, Chanette," you say, with an easy, confident smile. "Nice date last week. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me again? Maybe to a spa?"

She sputters a little. "You just want to see me naked! What kind of date is a spa, anyway? You just sit around. That's boring."

"I was just thinking we could do something more relaxing than skating."

She smiles to herself, suddenly smug, crossing her arms with gusto. "You're intimidated by it because you're not good at skating. I'm plenty relaxed when I skate." She pauses, as if thinking it over. "How about we go for a swim? There's a nice pool in my neighborhood, and you can stay in the shallow end if you're scared."

You would almost certainly get to see Chan-chan in a swimsuit at a pool, and given this world's lax dress codes, it would probably be very revealing...

"That sounds great," you reply. "And I used to be on the swim team, so I'm not afraid of a pool."

"Good!" Chanette says. "I'm tired of babying you every time we go skating!" She says it in a tone of voice that suggests she's not tired at all and, in fact, will miss having the chance to feel safely in charge and unthreatened. Ah well, it's not like you could really lie about it.

"Great," you say, and spot Amaya-sensei coming into class, so you quickly take up your seat. You can hear Raya ask Chanette what that was about as class starts.

To you, the content of the class proper is a dull wash of things you already know.

When it comes time for lunch, you very possibly surprise everyone who knows you by actually eating it in class, hefting up your chair and putting it in front of Reiko and Kyoko. You see Mitsuko enter the room out of the corner of your eye, standing nervously next to Terumi as she eats her own meal.

"Reiko, Kyoko," you start. "I hope you don't mind eating lunch with me? I mean, I promised both of you I'd help out, and now you're both President and Vice President, so if there's anything you need..."

"Oh." Kyoko shrugs. "Okay." She takes out her own meal, which is a bag of fast food, including what looks like a greasy slop burger. Or possibly a sloppy joe. You... can't honestly tell.

Reiko's lunch looks like rice, sauce, and various toppings that she mixes herself. "Sounds nice, Nanashi. You're really thoughtful, unlike some people." Kyoko gives her a scowl.

"What are you two doing right now? Any big plans?"

"I'm working on helping Amaya-sensei with the lesson plan right now," Reiko explains.

"And Kyoko?" You ask.

"I still have that study plan," she says, with a tone of voice that says 'I am annoyed that I cannot use it.'

"Why not adjust it so it's a weekly study session on a regular schedule?" You suggest. "Students would be a lot more willing to participate in that kind of thing if it was once a week rather than once a day."

"Maybe," Kyoko says, still grumpy.

"Reiko, once you're done with helping Amaya-sensei, what are you thinking about doing?"

"Well there's various festivals coming up, we could do those. And I'm always open to help anybody who wants some help. Tutoring improves your own ability, you know."

You nod. "Well, anything you two need help with, I'm happy to do so," you declare.

"Kyoko, let's try doing a study group," you tell her. "I can get you a pretty big group off the bat, which you might be able to use to help boost participation. Especially since, not to have a big head, I'm probably the smartest in class."

"...that sounds helpful," she says, taking a bite of her burger-thing. She chews for a few seconds.

"We should probably plan the details a bit. Is there a good time for you? I'm mostly booked today, unfortunately." Your work with Kimiko, plus the premier with Mariko, plus probably you should actually send Kiyomi that message and then look at what she sends you back. "...and tomorrow, and the day after," you admit.

"What about lunch tomorrow?" She asks, chewing noisily. "You're always fucking off to eat on the roof or whatever."

"Lunch tomorrow works, yeah. Bring what you have and I can help you go over it?"

She grunts, nodding.

Reiko seems to react to being ignored with a bit of a sore spot. "Yeah. Hey, thanks for that thing earlier. Celebrating my win," she says, with a certain obvious pride, absently mixing her rice and sauce with her hands. It makes Kyoko give her another annoyed glare out of the side of her eye. "It was a good time." She smiles. "Kinda want to do it again, maybe."

"What're you talking about?" Kyoko asks, absently.

"Oh, just something fun Nanashi and I did together," Reiko says, obviously enjoying rubbing it in. "Don't worry about it."

Kyoko gives you a look, as if to ask you much the same question.

"We hung out as friends. We could do it again, if you want. You want me to bring along some of my other friends like Sumiko and Terumi, or just save that for special occasions?"

"Mm," Reiko pretends to consider closely. "I don't know. I kind of like spending time with you one-on-one, you know? Since we're such great friends."

"I'm sure," Kyoko says. You can practically hear her teeth grind. There's a pause. "You fucking sucked his dick, didn't you, you goddamn whore? That's why he voted for you, isn't it?"

"Hey, I don't exchange favors for votes, bitch," Reiko snarls back.

"Oh yeah? Tell me honestly, how many dudes in this class have you had shove their dicks down your prissy little throat?"

Amaya-sensei loudly clears her throat, and the two fall silent for a moment, though you can see them seethe with hidden rage and a desire to keep arguing.

"I voted for Reiko because I don't want to spend two hours every day studying things that I already know," you tell her, keeping your voice quiet. "Not because she sucked my dick."

"Bet it didn't hurt, though," Kyoko hisses.

Reiko sourly glares at her. "Maybe you should try it sometime, it'd help you relieve some of the bitchiness."

Amaya-sensei coughs again.

"Look, Kyoko, I applaud your conviction, and I'm happy you did so well, but your campaign was doomed from the start. Most students just didn't want to study that much. I do want to help you make your plan more practical, but picking fights like this doesn't help."

"Oh, yeah, I'm picking fights," Kyoko half-sneers.

"Then responding to her picking fights," you reply.

Reiko moves her hands in a 'what, me?' gesture. Then sticks her tongue out at Kyoko and gives a little lick at the air. Kyoko flips her off right back.

You rub the bridge of your nose in irritation. You practically hiss at them. "You're acting like children."

Reiko raises her hands defensively, as if to proclaim her innocence, while Kyoko simply adjusts in her seat, wrapping up what's left of her food and putting it back in its paper bag, and wiping her hands off with a napkin. "Hey, Kiyomi," she says, turning to her friend, who perks up. "What's up? Anything planned for after school?"

"Oh, no," Kiyomi says. She's a bit quiet, but she doesn't stutter. "I was planning on going home and working on my stories some."

"Cool, cool. I've been meaning to catch up on that one that I like, you mentioned you'd updated it a few times. The, uhh, Sword Princess?"

"Oh, yeah. Lots of people like that one. I feel like it's missing an emotional core, though. It makes it hard to write."

"Really? I thought the relationship between her and the guy was pretty good. You write a good medieval doctor."

Reiko awkwardly adjusts in her chair, as if realizing she doesn't actually have any friends in this class besides you and possibly some other boys she also gives blowjobs to (it's not as though you know the full list).

"We haven't just hung out in a while, have we? We could go to the arcade again, I enjoyed that. Or - you could come over to Sumiko's house, her sister got a new console." You pause. "I mean, you could even do it without me there, really. I'm sure Sumiko would be happy to be your friend."

She wears this kind of sour look, like she doesn't want your pity, but also kind of does want your pity. "Thanks. That does sound like fun, but apparently you're full up for the next couple days." She glances over her shoulder. "Is Sumiko cool outside, you know? I don't really know her. She's kinda intimidating."

"Sumiko's cool. She's stoic on the outside, but she has a good heart. You should socialize with... I mean, anybody, but my girls in particular are great. I wouldn't be with them if they weren't," you add, with a smile. "Not everything's about sex, you know?"

Reiko nods. "Yeah, I got you. I'll ask if I can hang with her after school."

"Sounds great. I'll tell her to say 'yes,'" you add, with a wink. Reiko rolls her eys, but smiles, and you take your chair/desk back to where it belongs. You lean back over to Sumiko, who's chatting with Shuichi. "Hey, Sumiko," you say, "if Reiko asks if she can hang at your place, tell her yes, for me?"

Sumiko nods. "Very well, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, with a firm voice.

Class soon begins anew, and everyone focuses in on Amaya-sensei's words. You, on the other hand, just study your books.

When class ends, you rise from your seat, heading out towards the car. Your phone's alarm goes off.

Reminder: Send Kiyomi a message on Fictoria.

Right, that. You also do have the work to do with your mother, and you want your mother to warm up Mariko so you can just give her a gentle massage to make her come and bring her that much closer to happily bouncing on your cock.

You get in Shiiro's car and on the way back home, send Kiyomi a message on Fictoria via your phone, a slow and arduous process. By the time you're done, you're pretty much at home, so you go to your mother's office. After a tiny amount of small talk, she gives you your work to do, and you sit down with it.

By the time you're done, it's around four o'clock, so you put aside the work and give your mother a kiss on the neck. "Done already?" She asks, pleasantly.

"Yes, Kimiko," you tell her.

She licks her lips, absently playing with her hands, then smiles and stands. "Then I will go talk to Mariko." She steps out of the office. "Mariko!" She shouts. Mariko soon enough appears, and Kimiko halfway drags her to the bedroom.

"Don't overwork Mariko too hard, Mother," you tell her, and she just gives you this nasty smile that Mariko can't see.

She's probably going to be edged for the next three hours. Oh well.

You go up to the computer room and log into Fictoria. Kiyomi replied to your message.

Hi, Nanashi. Since you were asking if you could beta stuff, here's a story I was toying with but couldn't quite make work. It feels really emotionally off. Saccharine. If you have any ideas on how to fix it, that'd be much appreciated.

You click on the attached file and open the story. It's a romance story on a space station orbiting a dying star. The protagonist, Aka Alkapa, is the only human scientist on an otherwise entirely automated station, helping to repair it when it's damaged and to perform diagnostics the ship itself can't. As the star slowly dies, she starts to talk to a starship captain, Maro Lavrad, who's in the region, and will probably be the one to pick her up. Through an entirely text based format, they fall in love with one another, playing word games and teasing. It's very sweet.

Then the star reaches a critical phase, and she sends a request for pickup. Maro shows up, and takes her on his ship, and they make sweet passionate love in the bedroom. As they lie in bed recovering, it becomes clear from the writing that Aka has been severely burned on one side of her body, and has an amputated arm with cybernetic attachments, as well as severe and obvious burns on one side of her face. She asks why Maro didn't care, he gives some sappy dialogue about loving her for her mind, and they snuggle into bed. Fin.

You write up a reply, trying to consider as carefully as you can what could be improved.

You should change it from the generic "loving her for her mind" to something more specific - specificity is romantic. Using the "mind" as the reason for love also draws attention to her physical appearance, which should probably be de-emphasized there.

Though I am dubious of the viability of love based on text communication, I don't think it's that big of an issue in context. A little unreality is necessary.

The story also has a happy ending, which is nice. Much more upbeat than most of your other work. Are you trying new things? Or have you changed your mind about something?

You send the message, and check your watch. It's about six, so you've got maybe an hour before the premier of that show when you need to be there to massage Mariko into orgasm. Your fingers absently play with one another as you wait a couple minutes, but it seems like Kiyomi isn't going to immediately reply. Oh, no, there it is.

Thank you. Will get to responding in more detail later.

Well. You've got an hour to kill, then.

You decide to go see Minori. It's a unique opportunity to dress a girl up for a date with you, without them realizing what you're doing.

You knock on the door to her room, and come in, finding her on the bed kicking her legs as she reads. "Hi," she says, smiling at you. "I'm super excited for my date tomorrow," she says, a little giddy. "Mom and you think he's cool!"

You smile, ruffling her hair a bit. "What are you planning on wearing?"

Her eyes go big as she realizes she hasn't planned on anything, and she hops up out of bed. "U-m, normally I wear this or this on dates," she says, taking out a long white dress that looks sort of like a wedding gown, and a floofy pink dress which is sort of lolita style. "But at an A Yu Yu concert?"

"True." The style for that sort of music is a sort of goth-Victorian, maybe. Dark colors, lots of skin covered, sometimes a masque or similar face-obscuring item. It's not something that Minori really has much of in her closet, though... "What do you have in dark colors?"

She picks out a black dress that back on Earth would have made your eyes bug out, putting it on such a young girl, with a deep cleavage line that almost reaches the navel and a side slit. Another is a deep brown hue and, while it better covers the breasts - tying up in a tall collar - it has absolutely no back before the waist, and just barely hides the crack of her butt. "I don't know. What do you think, Nana-kun? Which do you think will make him like me the most?"

"Well, what's your strategy? Do you want him to immediately start looking at a particular part of your body, or do you want to tease him with glimpses of something?"

"Hm..." she seems to carefully consider the question. "Mom says you want to tease a guy. So I think tease."

"Then I think the deep brown dress is better. It just barely hints at the butt. I think this guy will probably be staring at your lower back a lot, hoping that the dress goes just an inch or two down."

Minori blushes but smiles at that, a certain youthful confidence. "Thanks!"

"Is there anything this guy should wear in particular?"

"Oh, probably just something dark and classy," she says, as she hangs the excess dresses up. She shrugs. "Who cares what a boy dresses like?"

"So what kind of relationship are you looking for? A casual fling? Somebody fun to hang around with?"

"W-well," she blushes a little, looking down. "Ideally a fiance."

"Oh?"

Minori nods. "I want a boy who's worthy to carry on the Kusakabe line to the next generation! Well. Technically our kids would have his last name, but you know what I mean."

"You want this boy to knock you up? That's pretty quick, don't you think?"

She blushes brighter red. "Don't make things up I haven't said, Nana-kun!" She says, half-yelling it.

Your watch beeps. 6:55. Apparently playing dress-up took longer than you expected. "Sorry, I need to be going." You lean down and peck her on the forehead. "Good luck on your date tomorrow. I hope it goes real well."

"Th-thanks," she mumbles.

You head to the entertainment room, and just in the nick of time. Mariko's panting and squirming as she arrives, her cheeks flush with color, clearly sweating. She has this sad little face when she sees you're here, and seems to briefly consider leaving.

"You don't want to miss the premier of Arukamu Asylum, do you?"

She fidgets, then shakes her head, plopping down on the couch next to you, still breathing heavily, obviously exhausted and (to you) obviously having been edged to the point of madness.

You sit next to her, cuddling up so your thigh brushes hers lightly. She fidgets a bit more at that, but focuses on the television as best she can, her thighs clenching close together.

The first act of the show establishes the main character, a young doctor from a family of priests who becomes a psychiatrist. It also establishes a tired overworked nurse whose family want her to marry a doctor, and a (currently one-sided) maybe-romance with what you'd guess is a manic girl. She seems almost comically hyperactive, all but crawling on the walls, but human psychology is a little different here, and you suspect this is probably an actually accurate portrayal. The first commercial break hits when the main character finds the manic girl in her room, her forearms cut open and she's bleeding on the floor, an insane smile on her lips.

As the commercials start, you put your hand on Mariko's shoulder and start to massage it a little. She hums softly, eyelashes fluttering, and you soon reposition yourself behind her, running your hands along her shoulders and upper back. Your hands go further south, rubbing along her backside, enjoying as she leans forward to give you more access, and it's as you freely grope her buttocks that she finally orgasms.

She was clearly expecting it, and trying to hide it, so rather than spasming, she just locks up, her fingers digging into her knees as she tries not to let on that she's orgasming. As she comes down, she breathes heavily, leaning back in the chair. "Thanks, Nanashi," she pants.

The commercials end almost immediately thereafter, and you settle in to watch.

The manic girl is rushed to emergency treatment, but winds up dying from blood loss and is pronounced dead. The protagonist seems to mourn her, perhaps a bit much for a girl he met less than a week ago, but he feels personally responsible, as he explains in a journal entry describing the day's events. There's a lot of mundane little details there, an internal inquiry to ensure no fault by staff, and soon enough he's back on the job. The overworked nurse does something that's maybe flirting with him, and then gets up to go to the bathroom, where she's attacked by a ghost of (presumably) the manic girl, who smashes her face against the sink again and again.

She's left in a bloody heap on the ground, breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, twitching a little.

The manic girl departs the room to give the doctor an invisible kiss on the cheek and perform an intangible shoulder rub, neither of which he notices, but both of which clearly make her quite happy.

Thus ends the first episode.

"Let me go get an evening snack. I'll be back in a bit," you say, standing up. Mariko nods, letting you go, and you walk languidly out of the room, and break into a half-run the moment you're out of sight. You grab a carton of strawberries before rushing back, and you as you come in, you see Mariko, eyes closed, legs twitching, one hand in her pants busily masturbating as she pants and moans.

"Fuck, fuck, Kusakabe-sama," she breathes out.

"Just Nanashi is fine," you call out. She squeaks and hurriedly pulls her hand out of her pants, still breathing heavily. "Strawberries?"

"Th-thanks," she sputters out, taking them from you. Her breathing is heavy as she accepts one, sucking and chewing on it.

"It must be lonely, with my father away."

"Y-yeah," she says.

"Does my company help with that?" You give it your sweetest voice.

"Yeah," she smiles. You give her another strawberry.

"Then let me help you a bit more," you tell her, placing one hand on her thigh, making her cheeks practically glow red. "Let me make sure you don't go to sleep alone tonight. I know my dad never takes the night in your bedroom, but it's really nice and relaxing to have another warm body in bed with you. Trust me."

Mariko fidgets, obviously wanting to reject you but unable to say no without admitting that she really needs to masturbate. "Okay," she says. You lean over and kiss her cheek.

"Thank you for letting me help you a little, Mariko."

You talk with her for a while longer, refusing to leave her side. When she realizes you're planning on spending the rest of the night with her, she decides to yawn. "I think I'm going to turn in early," she says. "You can join me later."

"Now, what kind of son would I be if I did that?" You tease. She squirms a bit at the failure, but soon enough you're in Mariko's bedroom, your hands wrapped around her stomach, as the two of you settle in to go to sleep.

You'll have to properly show your appreciation for Kimiko's work tomorrow. She must have really worked Mariko over hard in the three hours she had with her.