On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

Following Hinata around the yacht to another area, which was impressive in itself, and made me think it would be very nice to have our own yacht moored at the planned docks at our estate, so we could go cruising around Tokyo bay and perhaps sail around Japan, when things settled down, at least, she took me to her fellow noble daughters. Miyu, Sakura, Honoka and Mayumi, as well as their bodyguards, of course.

They were watching the performance of the Fae orchestra, while idly drinking and chatting, and on seeing me coming, I received smiles and waves of greetings.

“I see you’re all in casual clothes?” I spoke to the bodyguards, finding that a little unexpected. Michiru was in the tracksuit I’d bought, her customary red scarf adding a bright spot of colour to the pure white of her outfit. Her sister Kozue-chan was in an ordinary, if well-tailored, dress in black, while Ohta-san, Mayumi’s guard, was in male fashion as always, and looked rather fetching in tight, male-cut black jeans and blue shirt, her only concession to femininity the blue being a rather cute turquoise, and her hair having been pulled back into a sharp ponytail.

“I know it’s quite the disgrace, as bodyguards go…” Kazumi-san, wearing rather more feminine attire than was usual for her, since she tended to have a style similar, if not so extreme, as Ohta-san, smiled ruefully. “…but then, if anyone attacks this yacht and you, Shaeula, Hyacinth and the rest are overpowered, it doesn’t matter what we do, even giving it our all, and…” she shared a knowing look with Hinata, before her smile broadened. “…even with Averruncus’ Diverting Ward, I’d not even be able to buy Hinata or the others a second to escape. Not that Hinata would.”

“That’s right. If Akio and the others are fighting, I will be too!” Hinata insisted boldly.

“That makes sense, but it’s nice to see you in a fresh style.” I added, admiring Kazumi-san. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re definitely the sort of cool girl that’s more popular with other women than men usually, but…” I took in her short skirt, under which she was wearing coloured tights and quite chunky boots, and she was in a ruffled, black lace t-shirt. It’s a softer, more girly version of what Bethany usually wears… “Yeah, I think it suits you well.” I then turned back to Ohta-san. “You look nice too, Ohta-san. I still think you could stand to be a bit more flamboyant, especially during an event like this, but I love the colour.”

She returned a nod, cheeks slightly red, before glancing at Mayumi, who rolled her eyes, clearly amused.

“Oh, and what of me, Akio-sama?” Michiru asked eagerly, and I was at a loss for a moment.

“It’s… a tracksuit. A nice tracksuit, but… there’s not many glowing compliments I can spin out of that, is there? You’re… cute as a puppy, I guess?” I tried, and Michiru clasped her hands, face red, expression troubled.

“I am not sure whether to be happy or sad at that. No, to be coldly dismissed is a good thing. And yes… I am more than happy to be your dog, Akio-sama!”

“Please, elder sister…” Kozue-chan’s tone was indeed pleading. “…I understand you want his praise, but if you embarrass him and yourself here, then you put Miyu-sama to shame too. I thought you prided yourself on being her guard? That was the only thing I admired about you!”

I winced at that. Cold, Kozue-chan, cold. But then, their relationship seems to have improved a lot after the truths of Kōga village were revealed.

“You simply do not understand, Kozue.” Michiru retorted, though her tone, while patronising, was oddly kind for her. “When you find a man to dedicate your heart to…” She glanced at Honoka then, who merely stared back, perhaps not fully grasping the entirely of the subtext here, as she was the most sheltered amongst them. “…when Honoka-sama does, I suppose… then you shall look back on this moment and know you were mistaken.”

“I hardly think so.” Kozue-chan turned her exasperated gaze on me, and in an astonishing turn, bowed deeply, so low her head was almost touching the floor. “I know I have been disrespectful, but please, my idiotic, perverted elder sister has chosen you, so take her in hand and discipline her properly and make a respectable woman of her, so I am no longer ashamed to admit we share parents!”

“I’ll…” I scratched my cheek awkwardly, trying to ignore Hinata’s and Kazumi-san’s amused smiles. “…do my best?”

“Why was that a question?” Hinata giggled. “But you might as well give up, Akio. You know in your heart you’ve already decided.”

I guess so. I patted Michiru’s head, causing her to blush so deeply crimson she matched her scarf, before casually praising Kozue-chan. She nodded her thanks, and I turned to Mayumi, only to hear a faint sniffle. Yeah, I’m being a little mean, but… I can’t help it. It’s just too funny a joke not to do…

“Oh, sorry, Sayuri-chan, I didn’t see you there…” I joked, and her soft brown eyes immediately filled with moisture, making me regret my joke a little. “No, I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” I assured her. Yes, Sayuri-chan, for a bodyguard, looks far too frail and delicate. Definitely a -chan. Whereas Kazumi-san and Ohta-san are both rather cool and not girly at all. “You look… actually, you look stunning.”

She did indeed. Her hair was loose and woven with pink and white flower hairpins, and she was clad in a floaty, pale pink dress, sort of like a Faerie-style gown. Cherry blossom pink. How apt. “I noticed you right away. You’re too cute to miss. So… uh… how’s your training going?”

As she was still teary-eyed and pouting, Sakura answered for her. She was in the same sort of dress, in white, though she of course had her Adamant badge artfully included in the design. Everybody carries their storage with them at all times now. We’re learning our lessons the hard way… “Sayuri is working dilligently to be worthy of the gift you have her, though… she does complain it is rather useless.”

“Anyone looking for me can find me!” Sayuri grumbled with uncharacteristic firmness. “But now I’m almost invisible when in Sakura-sama’s shadow! It’s… frustrating.”

“But useful. If you concentrate, and I distract them, then you slip from their minds. It is actually quite potent.” Sakura soothed her, before turning to me. “But please, Akio-kun, spare her feelings. Sayuri is quite sensitive about her thin presence ordinarily.” She glanced around at the other bodyguards, and I understood, as they all stood out, in their own ways, whereas petite, cute, frail-looking Sayuri-chan seemed that sort who needed her own bodyguard, though Motoko and Natsumi had told me that, while she wasn’t a top-tier bodyguard like Kazumi-san or Ohta-san, or indeed Natsumi, back then, she was still one of the few they considered competent, and actually worth the title, rather than being purely ceremonial, a friend to their mistress to make school less trying.

“Otherwise…” Sakura continued. “…if you upset her, you will have to take responsibility for improving her mood.”

“Yeah, my bad. Sorry.” I apologised to Sayuri-chan again. “Honestly, that Favour’s just so… odd… it’s hard not to laugh about. But if what Sakura says is true, then once you master it and make it your own, the side-effects should vanish, and you’ll be an absolutely deadly assassin.”

“I want to be a bodyguard…” she muttered, and I tried to cheer her up.

“Yes, but those who come after Sakura now won’t be pushy, drunk guys, or even kidnappers. So being able to strike them down from the shadows is being a great guard. And a better friend.”

“He’s right, don’t be such a baby, Sayuri!” Mayumi declared, crossing her arms, which was a dangerous move, as I’d noticed that the fabulous gown she was wearing, in a flashy crimson red, was cut daringly, to say the least. It had a very deep V-shaped neckline, and bared her thighs as well, the long, flaring skirts slit widely. Yeah, it’s the sort of power dress Arisu-san would wear, though she’d… make it look classier. Mayumi is objectively very pretty, no question of that, but she comes across as desperate to look flashy, trying too hard…

“You should be very grateful that Akio-kun here gave you such a precious treasure so you can protect Sakura-chan! Anyway…” Mayumi paused, tightening her arms, and Hinata let out a wicked giggle.

“If you’re fishing for a compliment, Mayumi, just say so.”

“It’s only natural to compliment beautiful women!” Mayumi tossed her head, and little diamonds sparkling in her hair drew my eyes. I guess she used what we gave her on the factory tour. Makes sense, they might be valuable now, but soon the price of diamonds will hit the floor. Though we’ll make plenty of money before that happens…

“I guess it is.” I chuckled. “Yes, you look very eye-catching, Mayumi. Everyone here’s dressed to impress.” Honoka was in a cute yellow gown, not showing much skin, an age-appropriate ballgown, while Miyu, who smiled enticingly as she met my eyes, was in a silver dress which had as much exposure as Mayumi‘s, perhaps even more, but it was tastefully covered with a white, gauzy lace, preventing it from being vulgar. “So what brings you here?”

“Why, of course it’s to come and hang out!” Mayumi declared, giving me a narrow-eyed glance of amusement. “You don’t think we’d miss the opportunity to be able to pop over to London simply by walking through a Ring Gate, do you? Oh, fabulous choice of location. I’m impressed. The Goring is a favourite of grandfather’s, and we’ve stayed there before when we visited London.” Honoka and Miyu nodded their agreement at that.

“It might not have the meaningful lineage of the Tengokusentou, but it’s still a piece of history. Anyway…” Mayumi coughed, changing the subject slightly. “…I also wanted to be here to see just what sort of high-society event you’d put on. Make no mistake, this is part of your obligation as Hinata’s future husband. Miyu-chan’s too…”

I raised an eyebrow at that, and Miyu flushed, bowing as low as Kozue-chan had moments ago, which left Mayumi looking rather uncomfortable, though in a commendable display of her growing maturity, she refrained from speaking.

“I apologise.” Miyu’s words were firm. “And I accept responsibility. But grandfather and father have… taken my words that we wish to begin courting as a rather more… permanent… arrangement. In noble circles I am now seen as your fiancée as well. Though I have made great pains to insist I am not above you, Hinata.”

Hinata waved that away. “Oh, I’m not bothered by such things.” Hinata grinned wolfishly at Mayumi. “I want the respect I’m due, of course, but in our relationships with Akio, there isn’t above or below. We’re all happy together and support each other. I’m more than pleased you are finally honest, Miyu, and Michiru…”

“Yes?” she asked, her voice high-pitched under Hinata’s scrutiny.

“You are too honest. But… it’s no bad thing. Ask Natsumi. It’s a wonderful joy to love and be loved by the man your best friend and charge desires.”

“Oh, undoubtedly!” Michiru suddenly stood straighter. “Think about it! Where is the greatest danger? In the bedroom, after sexual intercourse!” At her bold words, some of the more sheltered women blushed. “But if we are there too, without shame, fully participating, then in such a situation, we can act!”

“I think that’s just an excuse…” Hinata added. “…after all, Akio’s bed is probably the safest place in the world. It’s not just him, but most of us can hold our own.”

“It’s not an excuse!” Michiru insisted. “Even were Akio-sama a powerless, ordinary man, Miyu-sama and I would still love him for the care and firm discipline he shows us! You know…” warming to the topic, Michiru puffed out her chest. She was short, and her face made her seem younger, but Michiru’s chest was actually larger than it appeared in her usual Hanafubuki uniform, her tracksuit did little to hide that. Not that I don’t know, I’ve seen her naked after all…

“It is the greatest joy imaginable. No, greater joys lie ahead. The day that Akio-sama boldly deflowers me in front of Miyu-sama, the day I watch her loved in turn… free of the fears and regrets of being nobility…” She licked her lips, her gaze on me somewhat predatory. She’s hard to resist, I’ll give her that. Do… do I have to resist? Everyone’s accepted them, and I know their hearts, clearer than most… “…it is a world we could only dream of in secret. And Akio-sama is a fine gentleman, more noble than the sons and grandsons of the noble houses, and he knows how to treat and love a woman and understands our needs in turn.”

“Stop, you’re making me bluish…” I murmured, but Michiru couldn’t be halted, her words a torrent.

“Not many men could accept that my love for him is matched by my love for Miyu-sama. It would be a blow to his pride, surely, but… he is a man with a wide, accepting heart, yet… when we err… when we stray…” she wiggled her bottom instinctively, and my palm itched, remembering the feel of her flesh. “…he will chastise us to set us on the correct course. Not with cruelty, but with boundless love.”

“How fascinating.” Mayumi was listening, enraptured, cheeks pink.

“That is not all, Mayumi-sama!” Michiru enthused. “Think about it! My child will grow up beside Miyu-sama’s, as half-siblings. I shall raise them strictly, to be bodyguard to Miyu-sama’s…”

“Nope.” At my firm words, Michiru paused, tilting her head.

“I see you don’t get it. It’s simple. We’ll raise our children with love. And we won’t dictate their futures.” I insisted. “I’m sure your children will follow their own path.”

“I see. If that is your wish, Akio-sama….” Michiru’s brown eyes flashed with a wicked light, as she fell to the floor in dogeza. “…then I agree. Perhaps I was presumptuous…”

“You were, you always are, older sister.” Kozue-chan sighed. “I think the stupid false ninja ways should end with our generation. We can take the worthwhile skills from grandfather and the village, but… not the rest of the idiotic stuff.”

“We will shape our own creed.” Michiru agreed, before addressing me again. “Akio-sama, I have embarrassed you, caused you trouble, in front of Mayumi-sama and the others! Please, chastise me!”

“Oh, how fascinating. Katana, aren’t you curious too?” Mayumi declared, and I felt a small headache coming on. Still… there’s no point unnecessarily dragging things out, just for the sake of form.

“How about you go get something to eat while I… settle down… our fiery nuisance here.” At my harsh words, Michiru trembled, her eyes moist and mouth opening.

“Yes. Come, Sayuri.” Sakura agreed. “Honoka-chan, Kozue, you should come too. Mayumi-chan…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this fascinating scene!” Mayumi breathed heavily, face red.

“Really? Don’t you find it unbecoming?” Hinata teased, and Mayumi shrugged, her chest bouncing dangerously.

“I’ll have you know, I’m not as arrogant as you think, Hinata. I’m not forcing my way in simply because Michiru is a bodyguard, and thus below me in status. If anything, when she marries Akio-kun, I’d probably have to call her Michiru-sama…” She snorted at that, the prospect somehow entertaining her. “No, I’m watching because I’m curious, and because, if I’m not mistaken…” Now her smile was embarrassed. “…this little pervert wants an audience. Besides…” Mayumi winked at me. “…I trust Akio-kun not to go too far. So I’ll take it as a lesson I can’t get anywhere else.”

“I’m not so sure uncle Kira would be pleased.” Hinata teased. “In fact, should you be here with a man who isn’t your family member, husband or fiancée, without supervision? Your reputation could suffer, Mayumi.”

“Stop needling at me, Hinata. I get it. I was arrogant, with an inflated sense of importance. Don’t get me wrong, I am important!” she preened, and I chuckled, glad in a way that, despite her new, humbler attitude, she was still the arrogant Mayumi I knew. I know South Africa, then the attacks at the Tengokusentou, and what happened at Hanafubuki, rocked her confidence. I’m glad she’s recovering a bit…

“But being important just because I’m from a rich, old and powerful family isn’t the sort of importance that matters all too much now, is it?” Mayumi declared shrewdly, and at Hinata’s proud nod, she gazed at Miyu, her expression… complicated, and one I couldn’t discern all the emotions within. Chagrin, certainly. Maybe a little pride. More too…

“I know we’re all daughters of the Three Great Houses, but… Miyu-chan, you and I, we were the queens of Hanafubuki…”

“Hardly. I felt inferior to Honoka, trapped in my own insecurities, and by my wants.” Miyu demurred, and Mayumi shook her head.

“But outwardly, despite keeping to yourself, you presented the perfect, regal outlook. So…” she smiled at Sakura. “Sorry, Sakura-chan. Though I respected you a great deal, I… couldn’t help but look down on Takatsukasa house, on you.”

“It is understandable. Even my cheeky cousin…” Sakura rebuked Hinata playfully. “…was the same. And it was true that without Fujiwara, and indeed, your Ichijou house, we would have collapsed and joined the many other houses over the years to perish in obscurity. Now… now Takatsukasa house is strong, and safe in Hinata’s hands.”

“Hey, feel free to compete with me! It’s not the house that motivates me, but the respect Akio was owed, I was owed.” Hinata insisted. “If you can make enough merits to justify it, you can take over.”

“That would be… difficult. For a number of reasons.” Sakura glanced at me, before shaking her head. “Besides, I doubt I can surpass what you have managed, Hinata. For being my insolent, aggressive cousin, who rebelled against propriety and the unspoken rules whenever you could, you have certainly settled down.”

“Because I’ve found my place. As have you, Sakura, or if not, you will.” Hinata winked. “But settled down? Oh, when I go to Korea, you’ll see how settled down I am. When I’m done, we’ll have extracted payment in full for their foolish betrayals.”

“Good luck with that. I believe in you!” Mayumi chuckled. “Oh, but if you get anything nice, don’t hesitate to share with me, your dear best friend and business partner!” She held Hinata’s knowing gaze for a moment, growing redder and redder, until she coughed and flushed. “I hate being left out of fun things, and… it’s safe here, with all of you. Anyway…” her voice shook for a moment, before she returned to her original point. “…marrying you, Hinata, as well as Motoko-chan, was enough to change my view of him.”

She waved at me with one hand casually. “And I know not to treat people differently based on status, yet… Miyu-chan was the one I saw as my equal. So to have her marrying Akio-kun, it definitely makes me see him in a different light. In the past, I’d have mocked you as becoming little more than a concubine, subject to Miyu-chan’s whims and authority, but I know that’s not the case, Hinata.”

“Indeed.” Miyu’s smile was gentle. “Even if I had the wish to demand such special treatment, which I do not, I would not receive it. We are all equal under Akio’s care. Just as Motoko would never claim to be above Natsumi.”

“See? It… confuses me. Seeing Miyu-chan, who stands equal to me…” Mayumi frowned. “…it leaves me rather confounded, but it has opened my eyes, Hinata.”

“It is quite simple.” Miyu offered. “Perhaps it is slightly different for you, Sakura-chan… Takatsukasa house is noble indeed, but it is as you admit, your house was seen as beholden to and below ours, even if grandfather considered Takatsukasa Itsuki-sama his equal and dear friend. Mayumi-chan and I, and to a lesser extent, Honoka, we are indeed queens in our hearts, whether we wished for that or not. We have an urge to rule, to stand out, yet… we were educated that despite that, we will be little more than trophies for our future husbands. Two conflicting ideals. The urge to stand above, to dominate, and… the urge to be controlled, to be dominated. You feel it too, surely?”

Mayumi frowned. “Not as strongly as you do, it seems, Miyu-chan. If my husband disappointed me, I’d make him pay for disrespecting me, Ichijou Mayumi! But… I would marry whoever grandfather and father ask me to, trusting in them, and… upholding the weight of Ichijou house. But now…” Her smile was pure and quite captivating, and smirking, Hinata nudged me in the ribs with her elbow. “…I’m envious of you, Hinata. Proud of you too. I want to pile up achievements that aren’t Ichijou Mayumi’s, but simply my own.”

“All we truly can take pride in is our own selves.” Miyu agreed. “I own my body, my mind, my heart and my talents. Fujiwara house may one day fall to my hands to take care of, or perhaps to Honoka’s, yet even so… I can hardly take pride in that.”

“I get it. And Akio-kun will not only let you spread your wings, but…” Mayumi glanced at the still kneeling Michiru, who was trembling, and I couldn’t help but notice the cloth of her tracksuit leggings turning transparent around her crotch, a faint smell rising. “…he will guide and correct you. With love, of course. Catering to both sides of you, the queen, and the wife.”

“Exactly. I am his Vassal…” Miyu curtsied to me, her smile magnificent. “…and I am proud of that. I have no wish to aspire to be first in his heart, so long as my place in it is assured. Now then…” she glanced at Michiru, who shivered, mouth opening, lips damp.

“To be so ignored while you talk about other matters… I fear, Akio-sama, I have quite disgraced myself by leaking.”

“I told you to wear panties…” I chuckled ruefully, as it was clear to see she was naked under the tracksuit, judging by pink skin visible through the spreading sticky dampness of the cloth.

“Motoko-sama and Natsumi-sama did suggest lucky underwear…” Michiru nodded. “…yet I felt none would be more of an enticement!”

“Come, Honoka-chan. This… is not for us.” Sakura ushered her away, Sayuri-chan following. Kozue-chan sighed, an exasperated glare on her face, before turning to me and bowing again.

“I apologise for my elder sister. I think your taste is… strange, but… please do try and reform her into a sister I can be proud of.” She then turned away. “Come, Honoka-sama, we can enjoy the music. It is not every day we can hear a magical orchestra…”

“You can go, Katana. I’m safe here with Akio-kun.” Mayumi offered, before smirking. “If he does find himself overcome by my charms and assaults me, he’ll have to take responsibility, grandfather will see to that!”

“You think too highly of yourself.” Hinata giggled. “If you think subtle invitations like that will win him over, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“I wasn’t inviting!” Mayumi shot back, face red. “Just explaining to Katana I’m in no danger here.”

“Sure, sure. Kazumi…” Hinata began, but her friend and bodyguard merely leaned back, shrugging.

“I’ll extend a samurai’s mercy to Michiru here. Besides…” She winked at me. “…you’re many things, Akio-kun, but not an exhibitionist. Even if it seems Michiru is…”

“I will not leave your side, Mayumi-sama.” Ohta-san insisted. “Michiru… has an odd way of thinking, but I agree with her in one respect. I am your bodyguard, be you at school, at a party, or in the bathroom or bedchamber, I will never let my guard down! I would have to take the blame if Akio-sama did assault you, and I could only atone by suffering tenfold the disgrace you do!”

“Uh, can we stop assuming I’m going to push Mayumi down, please?” I knew they were mostly joking, but even so, it hurt my feelings a little. “Yes, you look gorgeous in that dress, but…” I smiled at Hinata and Miyu, while I playfully nudged Michiru’s bottom with my foot, making her gasp wetly. “…I’m satisfied with what I’ve got here. I’m not so starved of affection I’ll commit a crime. Besides, we’re friends, Mayumi. You said it yourself.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” she agreed. A touch unconvincing, I think.

Hinata felt the same way, as her gaze was knowing. “I’d believe you a bit more if you weren’t escalating your dresses each time you visit, Mayumi. If anyone didn’t know you better, they’d assume it’s just your usual flamboyant need to show off and be the centre of attention, but… if this keeps up, by February you’ll be visiting naked.”

“I just like this dress, and besides, this is a yacht where there are no men… Akio-kun excluded, I suppose. And he’s the fiancé of my dear best friend. I’m safe!” Mayumi insisted. “Now, don’t leave poor Michiru waiting.” she sniffed. “There’s a… lewd smell… in the air.”

Michiru groaned, and the scent intensified, the shame of having it pointed out clearly arousing her. I bent down, murmuring in her ear, my breath hot on her damp skin. “Michiru, I know you mean well, so don’t take my criticism to heart, all right? I just… well, you’ve seen the pressures children can grow up under. We should be encouraging them, not planning their lives for our own desires.”

She nodded frantically, and I continued. “In that case… what punishment do you think is fitting? And be mindful, you can’t shock Mayumi too much, and I’m not comfortable being too harsh…”

“Then…” Michiru’s eyes went to my groin and she licked her lips regretfully. “…I fear it is too much to ask for you to forcibly use my mouth as your toilet, pouring your sticky, delicious seed inside my mouth again. I could never forget that…”

I nearly choked at that suggestion. Wow, she’s a massive pervert, totally. Horny as hell. Poor Miyu… she must have a tough time keeping her under control…

“…but I should not subject Mayumi-sama so such a scene, although…” Michiru’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then she shook her head. “I shall be satisfied simply to feel your physical chastisement. Spank me, until I have engraved your tender discipline into my heart and never forget it again.”

“Fine. I can do that.” I agreed, and Michiru smiled, mouth opening, so I pressed my lips to hers. It was a far cry from punishment, but Michiru melted into my embrace, her tongue tangling together with mine, her throat working as she sucked and gulped at my saliva as though it was that other liquid she wished to drink down. I heard Mayumi chuckle, and as our lips parted, I whispered to Michiru that she could tell me when she’d had enough, but she stubbornly shook her head.

“I trust your judgement, Akio-sama. Show mercy or not, as it pleases you!” Her breathing was faster now, and I rolled my eyes. Yes, if I don’t do something about Michiru soon to calm her down, there could be an incident…

Sitting, I pulled her over my knees, and Hinata snorted. “Michiru’s quite clever. She asks for punishment, but for her, it’s a reward. Maybe you should insist she can’t see you for a month as…” Michiru’s horrified expression forestalled Hinata, and she burst into laughter. “Oh, your face, Michiru. But seriously, if you ever do need to be properly disciplined, we know what to do. Now then…”

I nodded, sliding down Michiru’s pants. The cloth was heavy and damp, and as her bare, dripping pussy came into view, her small asshole also twitching when exposed to air, I couldn’t help but remember the cave. “At least we’ve got some music. Maybe…” I placed my hand on her small ass, squeezing, kneading her flesh, and Michiru fidgeted restlessly, more nectar oozing.

“She seems easily aroused, Katana, don’t you think?” Mayumi observed, and Ohta-san crossed her arms defensively.

“I wouldn’t know, Mayumi-sama.”

“Oh.” Mayumi flushed. “I see. I’m not a lewd woman, I just… hated that Hinata knew things I didn’t, so I found a book…”

Here’s hoping it was one her family sourced for her. It’d be bad if she learned weird things. Setting that aside, I continued fondling Michiru and absentmindedly unzipped her jacket. Her breasts popped free, and I groped them, being a touch rough, making her gasp. Once her skin was flushed and sweaty, I brought my other hand down with a moderate impact, skimming her bottom, and the slapping sound and sudden impact made her tighten up, liquid scattering.

“Mwah…” she gasped wetly, as another playful slap sounded. Then I reversed direction, this time landing a harder blow. She moaned, her gaze enraptured, and after another strike, I let my hand linger, fingers slithering across her clit, and she convulsed as my finger smeared her nectars across it and vibrated gently.

“Hah, ahn… harder, yes… I have not learnt… ahn… my lesson…”

“I think this is a bit much…” Kazumi-san snorted, and I grinned.

“Yes. But you see, this is the punishment. I’ve got her hot and bothered…” I stroked her pussy lips briefly, and she gushed nectar, before I withdrew my hand, and started slapping her ass again, claps ringing out in time to the music of Tillyae’s orchestra. With each strike, Michiru writhed with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and soon her cheeks were swollen and red, starting to bruise a little, which gave me pause, and I looked into her eyes, but she stubbornly pursed her lips, meeting my gaze unblinking. If that’s the way you want it, who am I to argue?

More slaps sounded, and I was having to channel a little aether to scoop up all her dripping juices, lest we soil my legs or the deck below. Michiru was certainly easy to get wet, she was positively gushing each time my hand made contact, though I alternated my strikes with some soft caresses of her reddening flesh. With each progressive wave of strikes, Michiru’s pussy trembled, and her breathing sped up, and I could see she was close to climaxing just from this.

A playful smile on my lips, I gave her a final volley of smacks, one, two, and three, each wringing a groan from her, and then, just as she was on the cusp of an orgasm, I bent down and kissed her forehead.

“There. All done. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” I spoke in a serious, calm tone, and held in a laugh as she gazed at me accusingly, biting her lip, pouting. “You were very brave.”

“No, I have definitely not learned, I am, if anything, more insubordinate…” she began hastily and then my hand landed hard on her ass, a powerful blow, though I let Ether Healing… I guess it’s Soullight Healing now, but I’m still using aether for this so I suppose the distinction is a moot point… flow through her, soothing her injuries, though I left the skin tender, to prevent any loss of enjoyment.

“Ahn, hah… yes… hah!” Michiru convulsed, my final strike pushing her over the edge as she came, and she stuck out her tongue, seeking mine. I kissed her, patting her head while we hugged, not forgetting to carefully toss her spilled nectars overboard. Once our lingering kiss ended, a bridge of saliva linking our tongues, which Michiru took as an invitation to surge back for one final deep kiss, sucking me dry, she slumped off my knees, lying face down with a blissful expression. Her ass was sticking out at a perfect height for sex, and while her eyes were closed, I could see she’d left her eyelids open by just a tiny crack, and she was gazing at me hopefully. As I stared back, her ass twitched enticingly, but as I stepped behind her, I grinned at Miyu, only to pull Michiru’s tracksuit up, then giving her clothed ass a playful swat.

“Sorry, punishment’s over.”

“Very well, Akio-sama. Though I admit to feeling rather conflicted… hah.” Michiru let out a long sigh, before gazing at Miyu. “I thought I was going on ahead of you, Miyu-sama.”

“That was… quite educational.” Mayumi spoke into the silence, and I didn’t fail to notice her crossed legs, and her pink face. “Don’t you agree, Katana?”

Ohta-san shrugged. “Michiru was quite… vocal. It didn’t seem to be that painful, so…” She then looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to ask a question, so I nodded, and she took a deep breath. “…it must have been difficult to resist. She clearly wanted you to take her.”

I gazed at Michiru fondly, shaking my head. “She’s a little troublemaker, for sure, but yes, I don’t think I could go along with her whims unless I had positive feelings for her. The Fae way of sharing lunar Chakras… it’s terribly intimate. But as for resisting… I’m just thinking of you, and Mayumi, and Kazumi-san. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, just to satisfy this little gremlin. Besides…” I turned back to the pouting Michiru, zipping up her jacket for her, then patting her head. “…your first time should be perfect…”

“It would have been…” she pouted, but pressed her head into my stroking hand, and I gave up, chuckling.

“Fine. I’ll… revise my plans a little. But you can’t sully poor Ohta-san’s and Kazumi-san’s eyes, okay?”

“What about me?” Mayumi pressed, smiling, and I playfully teased her.

“And you can’t give Mayumi ideas, understand?”

At my request to Michiru, Mayumi crossed her arms again, trying to appear unimpressed. “Ideas? I was just satisfying a little curiosity. You should approve, since you don’t like the way our parents and Hanafubuki shield us from anything they think is unbecoming of our duties as future wives and mothers.”

She had me there. “Fine, you win.”

“Oh good. I do so adore winning, Hinata could tell you that.” she preened, before astonishing me by thanking Michiru, something she’d never have even considered, even only a month or so ago. “That was most intriguing, even if you were simply having fun. Thank you, Michiru.”

Michiru was equally stunned, blinking a little, before giving an oddly shy smile, which I found endearing. “Mayumi-sama, it was my pleasure.” Her legs twitched as she crossed them, breathing speeding up. “To have the noble Ichijou Mayumi-sama watch my punishment, see my shame… hah.”

“It seems your bodyguard has very advanced tastes, Miyu-chan.” Mayumi snickered. “I am more than satisfied with my Katana. She’s very dignified.”

Ohta-san wisely kept silent, and, judging by the feminine colour of her shirt today, she definitely had some interest in girly fashion. Hinata seemed to think the same, as she clapped her hands together.

“All right, we should probably go fetch Sakura and the others, then stop bothering Akio. I know you want to spend more time with him, Mayumi, but he’s a man in demand.”

“Don’t make it sound like I just came here to see Akio-kun!” Mayumi puffed out her cheeks. “I wanted to spend time with you as well!”

“Then let’s go!” Hinata grabbed her arm, before winking at me. “Come on, Miyu, grab Michiru. Don’t worry…” Hinata added. “…there will be a little time for fun later.” Hinata then puckered her lips for a kiss, and after we pecked gently at each other for a while, we then tangled tongues passionately. Once we parted, seeing the pitiful gaze in Michiru’s eyes, I kissed her again too, and then glanced at Miyu. She nodded, and our lips touched, before her tongue slipped into my mouth, twisting and seeking mine. I hugged her close, and Miyu sighed lustily.

Eventually, she stepped away, breathless, and Mayumi remarked that “Miyu-chan definitely has to get married to Akio-kun now or it would be disgraceful” and Hinata burst out laughing.

“You are so sheltered, Mayumi. I’m guessing that book was given to you by your parents, or they set it up that way. Kissing is for someone you love, but most women don’t marry the first man they kiss!”

“You will be, though.” Mayumi pointed out shrewdly, and Hinata paused, tilting her head, a lopsided smile on her lips.

“You’ve got me there, Mayumi. I suppose you’re right. Miyu has reasons she should anyway.” With a jaunty wave, Hinata led them away, Kazumi-san and Ohta-san nodding politely at me as they left.

Right then. I’m a bit hungry. After all, I watched Akai, Tsurugi and Aine eating heartily earlier, but neglected to do so myself. Let’s go grab a bite to eat… though, in truth, I came oddly close to eating up Michiru. Damn that cheeky seductress…

***

After grabbing some food and chatting with some of the others, I found myself wandering down into the cabins and rooms below decks. The yacht was certainly impressive, it had a ballroom, many luxurious cabins, full-sized games room with snooker tables and more, basically all manner of luxuries. The rich certainly live a different life to us. Oh wait, I’m the rich now. Sometimes I still can’t believe it.

I was admiring the view of London through one of the windows… or would it be a porthole… I suppose it doesn’t matter… sitting on a plush sofa which wouldn’t have been out of place in Buckingham Palace, when I heard a number of chattering voices approaching. Turning, I saw it was Yu-mi and her gaggle of Korean Adamant recruits, all dressed up as if attending an important party, which in a way, this was. On seeing me, Yu-mi smiled, though her already pink cheeks reddened, and my keen nose picked up the rich scent of alcohol from her and her companions.

“Oh, if it isn’t Akio! Come on, Yu-mi, darling, let’s go say hello!” Soo-ah, Yu-mi’s friend and older confidant, resplendent in a low-cut white and gold dress, which showed off her voluptuous yet shapely figure, tugged at Yu-mi’s arm playfully.

I scanned the group and didn’t see Eui. “Isn’t Eui with you?” I asked, and Yu-mi took a deep breath, steadying herself, and answered in the negative.

“No, she’s here though, alongside some of the others around her age. She’s not much for partying, but they dragged her out. There’s more to life than training, though…” she cast her glance at Ji-hye, the cute quarter-Chinese recruit, and I followed her gaze, holding in a laugh with a great effort.

She’s still very pretty, but damn, that dress… Ji-hye’s gown was multicoloured, and by that, I didn’t mean two-tone or patterned, but like a messy avant-garde work of art. Her matching handbag was a vivid gold, covered in sparkles, and her hair was tied up with similar hairpins.

“See…” Da-eun, in a shapely, yet almost demure, white dress, suiting her youthful demeanour, patted Ji-hye’s shoulder. “…we told you that dress is a bit too… eye-catching.”

“I like it.” Ji-hye complained, before she threw the hand grenade my way. “What do you think, Akio?”

“I think you’re very pretty.” I evaded the question, not lying, and it was true. Yu-mi’s cadre were all beautiful. It was similar to the daughters of Japanese nobility. Wealth and good breeding certainly created beautiful daughters and handsome sons. As Ji-hye smiled triumphantly, ignoring the eyerolls of her friends, I changed the subject. “I’m glad Eui and the others are having fun. Speaking of, are you enjoying the trip?”

“I’d say so, Akio, darling.” Soo-ah gushed. “But I’d hate to speak for Yu-mi. Go on, darling, tell him how much you’re looking forward to spending some time with him!”

Yu-mi’s flush deepened, and as she fell silent, Nari, the one-time Olympic hopeful, in a figure-hugging red dress which made the most of her pale skin and graceful, slender physique, chuckled. “It’s a bit too late to be embarrassed, Yu-mi. You finally made up for your blunder and are dating, and now you’re like a blushing, scared virgin?”

“I am a virgin! You are too!” Yu-mi complained. “Oh, no…” She glanced at me, her expression apologetic. “I don’t mean to ruin the mood, it’s just…”

“It’s because this time it’s serious?” Da-eun asked, and Yu-mi nodded, relieved.

“Yes, exactly! And…” she paused. “I spoke to Kana, and… it made me think…”

Ah. “There’s no rush, is there?” I insisted, as they came over and sat around me, Yu-mi on one side of me, and the gaudily dressed Ji-hye on the other. “We can take it slow. No need to jump ahead.”

“I know. It’s just…” Yu-mi laughed, a little ashamed. “I genuinely believe you’re the one for me, Akio. Even my mom has come around a bit, after we all talked, even if dad’s still not off the hook. But the more I feel that way, the more nervous I get. After all…”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” I chuckled softly, understanding. “I made the mistake of letting you get away once. But I’ve no plans of letting it happen again!”

As Yu-mi blushed deeply, a happy smile on her face, Soo-ah, sitting across from us, urged her to be bolder.

“This is where you kiss him, Yu-mi darling! You’ve got a lot of competition, you know, so while I can see the appeal of playing a bit hard to get, that won’t work on Akio!”

Yu-mi nodded slowly, hesitant, and Soo-ah giggled wickedly. “If you don’t want to, then I’ve no problems offering him a kiss.” She licked her plump, seductive lips, her rich figure, with a beauty mark on her cleavage, and another below her eye, giving her a richly sensual appeal. “I’m sure I’m not alone in that.”

“I… oh, I’ll do it!” Yu-mi cried, and it amused me to see this more nervous side of her, as she wa usually so confident, and like Kana, someone I could trust to give me good advice regarding human emotions and relationships. Moments later, she proved me right, as she pursed her lips. “Of course I’m hesitating. Because I want everything to go well for us. Like Kana did, like the others do…”

“And she’s totally drunk.” Da-eun added. “Usually it gives courage, but other times…”

“It’s not my fault!” Yu-mi pouted, before she reached up, grabbing my cheeks and turning my head. She was clearly embarrassed about her friends from Korea watching, but she’d had some experience of group intimacy now. Last night, for one, even if Yu-mi mostly watched and only played around a bit… “Like I said, I’m serious, so…”

She pressed her lips to mine as her friends watched on, smiling warmly. Her lips were soft and tasted of wine. Her mouth opened as she let out a little moan, and I wrapped an arm around her, holding her bare back, which was exposed by the pink dress she was wearing, which suited her beautifully.

Moments later her lips parted, and I pressed my tongue in a little forcefully. She reciprocated, melting against me, and as we kissed deeply, tongues entwinning, her skin grew warmer.

“That’s the power of an experienced man…” I heard Soo-ah say cheerfully. “While men don’t like women to have too much experience, for us… well, the man should lead, shouldn’t he?”

“I see.” Ji-hye seemed as if she’d come to an epiphany, but Yu-mi and I ignored their chatter, kissing as if we were the only two in the world, and when we finally parted, lips damp, Yu-mi giggled, slightly ashamed.

“I know we’ve seen each other kiss in the clubs of Gangnam, but… it’s not the same. Here, there are no distractions, and I’m the only spectacle!” She then smiled warmly at me. “It was wonderful though. I’ve never felt so… so… comforted… by a kiss before.”

“You certainly looked content, darling. See? No need to be shy.” Soo-ah added. “If you’re worried about being stared at, why don’t I give Akio a kiss, and you can watch? I don’t mind…”

“What is it with you and wanting to steal a march on me today?” Yu-mi was playfully exasperated by her friend’s antics, but Ji-hye tilted her head and raised one hand.

“I’ll do it too!”

“It’s your own fault, Yu-mi darling.” Soo-ah giggled, but she shot me a wink, showing she was just teasing her. Well, mostly, anyway. Soo-ah’s playful expression didn’t hide the fact she wasn’t reluctant. “You sold us on this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a flirt, always have been. Though I can never be called easy, I have my standards, you know.” Everyone nodded at that, and I was once more impressed at how tight-knit the Gangnam scene for young women of wealth and influence was, in a different way to that of Japan. “But when you brought Akio and young Eri to Gomdori-nim’s club, I can’t say I wasn’t interested in a bit of flirting then, though he only had eyes for Eri. Now…”

“Don’t remind me. Even then, I think I’d realised I’d made a horrible mistake…” Yu-mi was scarlet with shame. “I would never get so defencelessly drunk with a man, unless I was hoping he’d make a move. In fact, I’ve never been that drunk before, or since.”

“Likewise, Yu-mi darling, Akio darling.” Soo-ah was serious too. “I may be playing when I say I’ll kiss or more, but I’m also serious.” She pointed to her Adamant emblem, which was hanging on a fancy chain around her neck. “You told us we could follow you, and follow Akio, Yu-mi darling, and our lives would never be the one thing we hate above all. Boring. Oh, sorry…” She patted Nari’s arm, as she sat beside her. “…you hate your family’s meddling more. But you’re free of that too.”

Nari, her dyed red hair framing her cute heart-shaped face, nodded. “I want to make my own choices. Even if my parents say I’m a fool, or I’m a disappointment. I’m their daughter, not their puppet!”

“That goes for all of us.” Da-eun agreed. “I have four older siblings, Akio-oppa. My older sisters are both already married off, and my brothers will get all the wealth. My sisters and I get one percent each. One percent. Even my brother who won’t inherit the company get’s fifteen percent. How’s that fair, huh? And sure, even my older brothers didn’t get to pick their wives, but… they still got choices. We have to marry for benefits. I hate Korea sometimes. So while I’m not that helpful, I’m not here just to freeload.” With a cheeky smile, she shook her head, pigtails swaying, and she lifted up the hem of her skirt, flashing her legs at me. “Yu-mi convinced me, convinced us, we could stand, not on our own, but together, as friends, with new friends, and cut through the unfairness of life.”

“It’s why they all party so hard while young, Akio darling.” Soo-ah explained. “I’m a little more fortunate in that my father’s in politics, though President Moon has made his position untenable. Thank the Gods High Commander Hinata is prepared to support him, else my family would be ruined… so yes, I don’t have the same marital pressures. That’s not to say I don’t have any…” she added, and Yu-mi agreed.

“That’s right. While at university we get to have our fun, then after that, we have to settle down and do as we’re told. Though compared to the nobles here in Japan, we’re luckier.” she conceded. “Most of them don’t even graduate Hanafubuki before they are already engaged. But... while I want everyone to break free of their shackles, and help me conquer, and then change Korea for the better…”

I was once more impressed by Yu-mi’s fire, and while it was her kindness, her sacrifice for her cousin, no matter how reluctantly, that first drew me to her, it was her ambition, her drive, and her empathy, which stoked the fires of my own desire. Putting an arm around her, she snuggled against me, her earlier shyness starting to dissipate. Yes, you’re mine now, Yu-mi, and I’m yours. I’ll win over your mom, no matter what it takes. I’ll never let your family break apart over me!

“It sounds rather awful when I say it…” Ji-hye sighed. “…but I’d do anything, give anything, to prove my family, my brothers, wrong, that I’m not useless just because I’m a woman, and that being Chosen by the Gods isn’t a sign they’re righteous and important! But…” She smiled at Yu-mi and me then. “Yu-mi-unni, Akio-oppa… once I’ve done that, I’m prepared. To dedicate everything to you both! And… I don’t think it’ll be a hardship. Look at how happy Yu-mi-unni is!”

Indeed, Yu-mi was content in my embrace. Still, I felt the need to speak up. “Look, I’m going to support you, and in return, work you hard. But that’s all I’m asking.”

“Even so…” Soo-ah smiled knowingly. “…if we can win you over, then there’s no reason for either party to hesitate, is there? Listen to your wise noona, Akio darling. Yu-mi darling is a wonderful catch, and while she’s not the most beautiful of us… or wasn’t… now she’s in love she’s grown far more attractive, blossomed…” Yu-mi looked down shyly at her praise, but couldn’t help but smile, and it was true. Of course, everyone had gained Charm from completing the Kami-Blessed Class, but Yu-mi had certainly grown beyond that. “…Yu-mi darling was very popular amongst the men of Gangnam, and the sons of rich and powerful families. Beautiful, kind, witty, what’s not to like?”

“Stop it, Soo-ah-unni…” Yu-mi writhed in embarrassment at her praise. “…Akio doesn’t need to know that.”

“Oh, I think he knows it already. You’re popular with him, yes?” she countered playfully, and I nodded.

“I like Yu-mi a lot, and I’m not repeating my mistakes.”

“Well then.” Soo-ah was satisfied. “All I’m saying is we’re all sought after women too, and we’re interested. Else we wouldn’t be here, darling.”

“Fine.” I conceded the point, and Yu-mi stepped in with a suitable subject change.

“Akio can’t even think about any other relationships until he’s untied a thorny one he’s dealing with at the moment. So don’t tease him too much, please unni. Anyway…” Yu-mi turned her attention to Ji-hye. “…it won’t be long until the moment of truth. Is there any help you need from Akio? I’m sure he’ll grant you his aid.”

Ji-hye frowned, considering, and the pose, her chin on her hand, her eyes wide, was a startlingly cute contrast against her flashy dress and accessories. “I’m doing well. I have my first strike move ready, and a backup, but… my brothers might not be anything special, not compared to someone like Violet-unni, but they aren’t idiots. They’ll underestimate me the first time but if they want a rematch, then they’ll stomp on me, like they always have. And love doing it…” her tone was angry now. “I’d like them to fight Violet-unni, as they think all girls are weak and need to be controlled by men, but again, they’re not idiots…”

“Just hypocrites…” Nari added softly.

“Yes. Exactly!” Ji-hye agreed. “So, if I’m truly to silence them…”

“Do you know what powers they have?” I asked, and as she explained, and talked about her training and her plans, I nodded.

“Yeah, you can definitely beat them once if they underestimate you, but not a second time, though Hinata must have thought about that. She’s not one for losing…”

“Yes. She’s commissioned something for me from the Dwarves and Mortal Engineers…” Ji-hye added. “…it should even the odds.”

“Yeah, but, if your brothers look down on you like you say, they might claim it’s not a real victory, no more than a knife would count in an MMA fight.” I grinned at that image. David would probably claim he could still win. “That gives me an idea. Though…”

“I think I get it.” Yu-mi sighed. “How far are you planning to go?”

“Not too far!” I insisted, kissing Yu-mi’s cheek. “But the extra Rank would be a big boost, and not just that… I think I can teach you a Skill that counters them perfectly, Ji-hye. It’ll be tough work, but…”

“I’ll do it!” Ji-hye bowed, head bumping against me, and she flushed. “Please, let me do it!”

Seeing her so pumped up, clutching her Adamant emblem, which she’d pinned to her shoulder, I didn’t have the heart to refuse. Besides, her brothers offend me. They should be cherishing and praising their little sister. Ji-hye’s one I could be proud of, so… “Fine. Then it looks like we’re going on a little date before you’re going back to Korea. It won’t be easy though…” I warned, and after some amusing banter, the women teasing her and Yu-mi, Soo-ah smirked wickedly at me.

“We promised you a fierce night in Gangnam when all this is over. Perhaps then young Ji-hye can have her reward. There’s a game that’s quite famous around the clubs. The legendary Wang-geim.”

“That’s just played by idiots who want to get drunk, or who are trying to trick women into doing something stupid…” Yu-mi protested. “I know I’ve never played it! And I doubt you have either, unni!”

“No, but it’s all about the company, Yu-mi darling, isn’t it?” Her gaze was wicked. “I’m sure Akio won’t mind playing it with us. Young Eri can come too, and Hinata. Gomdori-nim will surely like her.” As she continued to explain the rules, I shook my head. Isn’t that… just the King’s Game? Sure, it can be a fun icebreaker at parties and university mixers, but Yu-mi’s right, it can get out of hand quite easily, depending on who’s playing. Still… As Yu-mi and I exchanged a rueful glance, I shrugged. It does sound like fun…

***

After finishing my chat with Yu-mi and her friends, I’d ended up playing a few games of snooker with Shiro, who’d finished interrogating Kana. Even without much practise, with our stats we were, once we worked it out, easily able to rattle off rapid century breaks, which would probably make the professionals rather sick if they could see us. After that, I mingled for a couple of hours, and then I received a text from Eri, telling me to go to one of the private rooms down below.

Opening the door, I could see a magnificent four-poster bed in one corner, as well as a fridge well stoked with drinks, large TV, and other amenities. Opening the fridge, I pulled out a beer, cracking it open and taking a sip, while I looked out of the window at the scenery as it passed us by. A few hours until the dawn. Today’s… going to be quite trying.

I stood there in silence, sipping at my beer, for several minutes, my mind peaceful, until I heard the door opening behind me. With my expanded vision I saw who it was immediately, but turning my head, I smiled at my guests, understanding the purpose of Eri’s text now.

Of course. Eri’s thoughts were a touch exasperated, but fond. We talked about it, all of us. And we weren’t excluding you, Akio, we wouldn’t do that, but… you know you desire them. And it’s as Kana says. You can still have sex on your dates. It might not be proper for girls such as them, but quite frankly, what can anyone else do about it? Besides…

As Miyu and Michiru shut the door behind them, faces a mixture of nerves and anticipation, Eri’s thought finished.

…if you’re not going to firmly reject them, then you have to calm them down. Especially Michiru. She’s a disaster waiting to happen. So take responsibility before that all blows up for once.

If it’s what they want…

Oh, please. It couldn’t be more obvious. Don’t try and pretend you don’t know that. You can’t get away with being purposefully oblivious anymore. Ever since you shared your lunar Chakras, you’ve looked at them differently. They haven’t changed much, however. It’s a great trial, being the wife of such a popular man, you know…

As Shaeula and the others laughed, I fondly sent back my own words. I went to the fridge and pulled out some more alcohol, taking a few glasses out of the nearby cupboard. Sorry. But I’ll make it up to you, to everyone. Oh, that reminds me, Yu-mi and the others invited you to visit Korea again and go clubbing. It’ll be fun.

Yes, I rather enjoyed it last time. Eri’s thought, of our night of passion, was both arousing and amusing. Finishing off our mental discussion, I raised the bottle of champagne in my hand.

“Care for a drink?”

Michiru and Miyu exchanged a meaningful glance, before Miyu spoke for them both. “Yes, that would be lovely.” She sat down on the bed, Michiru leaving a gap that I could sit in, and as I poured, I could see they were tense and nervous.

“Relax.” I handed them their glasses, and as they took gentle sips, I sat between them. “So, what brings you both here?”

Miyu gave me a flat look, her black eyes slightly frustrated, before she shook her head. “You know very well why we are here, Akio. A private room, and a bed…”

“You know there’s absolutely no rush for us.” I replied, and her gaze sharpened.

“There is no need to regale us with the usual platitudes…” Beside me, Michiru nodded firmly, surreptitiously rubbing at her bottom, surely remembering earlier. “…you know our hearts. We wish to be yours. And you ours. And… Michiru is certainly desiring of physical intimacy.”

“And you’re not?” I asked gently, and Miyu flushed slightly, taking a sip of champagne to cover her blushes.

“Oh, once my mind was made up that you were the one for me, for us, I wished for it. Though I was not sure if you would ever look at me that way.”

“Nonsense! You are gorgeous, Miyu-sama, and lose to no-one! Akio-sama could never turn you down!” Michiru insisted stoutly, and Miyu’s smile was kind.

“Perhaps if instead of Motoko and Hinata, grandfather had the bravery and foresight to offer me as the tie to the nobility he wished, then yes, I could have confidence.” Miyu leaned against me, and once more I admired her dress. The brilliant silver contrasted with her inky black hair and eyes, and from this close, and this angle, the gauzy white lace which covered the high degree of exposure was almost transparent, and I could see the pale expanse of her not-inconsiderable breasts clearly, tinged pink and beading with nervous sweat.

“But while he knew your value, he still underestimated it.” Miyu continued. “As did I. Much as it sometimes pains me to admit, I am very like my grandfather. Honoka too, in other ways. But when you, despite our unrepentant insolence, still aided me, and then took me as a Vassal, just to prevent me from having a marriage I did not want… I knew then. And we watched, and listened, and talked to others… and realised you were who we wanted, who we needed. But…”

“Do not blame Miyu-sama!” Michiru insisted, playfully unzipping the front of her tracksuit and fanning the cloth as if she was warm, giving me a clear sight of her modest but perky breasts, her nipples hard pink nubs. “It is my failing!”

“No, it is not.” Miyu disagreed. “Though as always, I thank you for your dedication to me, Michiru. Honestly, I see you as my other half, an extension of myself.” Shaking her head, I caught a whiff of the fragrance of her hair, and the faint tang of elegant, delicate perfume. Miyu’s beautiful. Michiru… she’s more on the cute site, like a doll, but still very attractive. I swallowed, the tension of the atmosphere rising.

“Now, as you might have noticed, when it comes to talking with men, I am… rather woeful. I despise most, in general. So I was unable to appeal to you, other than by working hard.” With a smile she kicked off her heeled shoes, revealing a pair of cute, bare feet. “I danced and I danced until my feet were raw and my legs ached. It was almost enough to sour me on one of the three great loves of my life. Though now I have a fourth.”

“Oh?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“You know. You wish to make me say it, I understand.” Her cheeks reddened as she tittered. “Your bullying is gentle still. My first love is traditional dancing. My second, piano. My third is Michiru, and now… there is you as well.” Her lips curved into a smile. “I do suppose I love grandfather, and cousin Honoka, and I am growing to like Hinata and the others too. But they come distant to my four passions. But of course, I was prepared to lose that joy, though I hated it. Our lives are privileged, but our futures are cold to make up for that. Michiru would be gone from me, and I would have no time to dance. A little piano still, perhaps, but I would be a trophy, and a mother, not free.”

“Even with me, you won’t be truly free.” I broke in gently, and she nodded.

“I understand that. No more than you shall be free of me, and my wants and needs. There is a difference though.”

“Yes, there is!” Michiru agreed boldly. “Your chains we choose willingly, knowing that you will be harsh as we need, and gentle as we desire, Akio-sama!”

I was astonished by her insight, but then, Michiru, while clearly having a few… personality problems… was clever and perceptive.

“Exactly. Throughout all our interactions, you have sought the best for us. And even when you put us to work, you returned fair payment. Over time, our desires grew, and it culminated in… in the Dance. Ame-no-Uzume, trying to bring Amaterasu from her cave.” Now she was blushing deeply, remembering. “It was wrong of me, of us, but… you do not hate us. After all, you let Michiru…” Miyu glanced down, as if gathering her courage, and then she reached out a hand, grasping the zip on my trousers.

We’re… really going here, are we? I glanced at the window as the zip slid down. I suppose, as first times go, this is a beautiful and memorable one. Her touch was cool on my cock as she pulled it free, her hand around it.

“…suck on this, until you were satisfied. Yes, it was to put down a pest… but…” Miyu bent down, and her mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue clumsy but eager as she moved her head, wet, slurping noises echoing in the elegant cabin. Michiru watched on with a mixture of envy and pride as Miyu continued to clumsily fellate me. After several minutes, she grimaced.

“It is quite difficult. My jaw aches a little. But… it is delicious.” Her tongue dabbed at my glans, where precum was leaking.

“Let me help you, Miyu-sama!” Michiru bent down, and Miyu’s mouth slid free with a wet popping noise and bubbles of spit and precum. She licked her lips clean as Michiru enveloped my dick, her sucking shockingly arousing, her tongue snaking around my shaft, her small mouth taking me in to the root. Miyu joined in, licking and sucking at my balls, and with a smile, she slid a hand into Michiru’s tracksuit, pinching her nipple, making her tighten her lips, teeth lightly scraping me, and I shivered.

“This… is the happiness Motoko and Natsumi talked of…” Miyu murmured around my balls, before she slid her tongue along my shaft, licking at both my cock and Michiru’s pursed lips, saliva scattering. “…it is sweet indeed, like honey. Only I feel I shall never sicken of it.”

“I feel… mwah… the same… fwah… way!” Michiru spoke around my pulsing dick, her words muffled. “Honoured father was right, men are… hah, mwah… dangerous wolves. But… we crave… hah… being eaten!”

“Only by a worthy man. I did not think there were such. Oh… you tremble… are you… going to shower it upon us again?”

I was the one blushing now, remembering when I’d shot a load of cum all over their naked bodies during the cave incident. I’d felt guilty at the time, of course, but now their lips and tongues, and their hearts, were washing that all away.

“Yes, you’re both… very passionate!” My words hitched as Michiru clamped down, her tongue wrapping and squeezing me, but as the hot weight in my balls began to boil, Michiru slid up, releasing my cock and hugging my face, pushing it against her breasts. As she did so, Miyu grabbed my dick and ferried it to her mouth. With great enthusiasm, she tried to mimic Michiru’s movements, though she struggled, her cheeks bulging.

Even so, with the smouldering onyx gaze she gave me, saliva oozing out from around my cock dripping down her chin, and Michiru trying to smother me with her chest playfully, my arousal spiked, and I convulsed, a little cum leaking. Miyu’s tongue lapped at it, before she started moving her head, choking and gasping, though with her stats, she quickly adapted, and after her tongue began rubbing the underside of my swollen glans teasingly, her lips sucking and clenching, I groaned, erupting, warm, sticky liquid gushing forth, and Miyu’s eyes widened, even as her throat worked, swallowing as best she could.

“Well done, Miyu-sama!” Michiru praised, her gaze warm, as Miyu struggled to take in my tide of cum. Soon, Miyu gagged, spit and cum splattering across us, and as it dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin my dick painted her cheeks and nose white, some even getting in her beautiful black hair. Blinking, eyes red, Miyu swallowed one more time, then bent down, opening wide, and as my cock blasted out its fading torrent, she caught most of it in her mouth, tongue pooled with the pearlescent liquid. She then swallowed once more, before wiping at her face as best she could, licking off her long, piano-playing fingers as if enjoying a rare treat. It was quite the obscene act, heightened by the contrast between that and her usual diffident, elegant demeanour.

“Now we have experienced the same thing, Michiru.” Miyu seemed proud. “The taste is certainly very strange, but the more I drink, the more I desire of it. Yet…” She smiled at me then, and my heart clenched, and my dick hardened, drawing an envious gasp from Michiru. “…I was not made a toy in front of another.”

“Forget about Hotaru-chan. The difference is, you two want to give back.” I assured her, only for Miyu to frown. “Uh, did I miss the point?”

“Yes. You did. But…” Miyu finished cleaning herself off as best she could. “…I suppose Michiru and I are quite hard to understand. We both yearn to be dominated, yet with tender, loving care, but I also enjoy flaunting my power. It is quite pathetic…” her expression fell, so I hugged both her and Michiru, and as we snuggled together, I denied that.

“No, it’s just how you are. But trust me, I’m not into showing you off in that sense.”

“A shame. Chaining me up in a dirty men’s restroom, hands restrained, raping me as I am helpless, a gang of unknown strangers watching as you dominate me…” Michiru was getting redder and redder, and I half-imagined I could see steam coming out of her ears as her words sped up. Nope. Not happening.

“No way.” I shut that down, ignoring the disappointed look in her brown eyes. “If you’re going to be my woman, then no other man will see you in such a state. But…” I frowned, thinking. “…we could fake it. If you ask some of the other girls, they could watch you. Or we can just pretend.”

“That would be acceptable!” Michiru smiled, and her change of demeanour was so swift, I wondered if she was testing me, before I discarded that thought. Nope, she’s just a masochist. She got turned on performing in front of Hotaru-chan, and getting spanked before Mayumi…

“See, Michiru. Akio is kind indeed. But he also has his limits. I think… that is to be appreciated.” She smiled in my embrace. “Michiru may be… troublesome… but despite her fantasies, trust that she will let no man but you ever touch her.”

“Indeed! I refuse to even speak to other men barring honoured father, and Fujiwara-sama!” Michiru declared proudly, which I wasn’t sure was warranted.

“Hey, if you have to coordinate with other men during a battle, do it. I’m not that jealous.” I assured her. “But I want to keep the cute, sexy Michiru all for myself. Oh, and well, with Miyu and the others, I guess.”

As Michiru blushed, Miyu swilled her mouth with champagne, swallowing, and then kissed me deeply and passionately. As she pulled free, saliva scattering, our lips damp, she took a deep breath. “Now then, speaking of… roleplay…” Michiru’s excitement spiked at Miyu’s words, as she produced handcuffs from her storage in a spray of violet. Seeing my expression, she giggled, in high spirits. “I am not the only one to keep such things, I assure you. Though I am sworn to secrecy…”

I raised one eyebrow, but she refused to talk, smiling and shaking her head, even as Michiru held out her hands, and Miyu cuffed her. “…Michiru, as my bodyguard, you utterly failed to protect me. I even swallowed a man’s seed. So…” She pulled out some chains as well and connected Michiru to one bedpost. I was certain Michiru could easily escape, even without her enhanced stats, but it was the romance of it, I supposed. “…as punishment, watch as I am raped before your very eyes, my future reduced to nothing but a disgraced toy for his lusts…” Miyu’s breathing was growing heavier, and I realised that, while Michiru was certainly wilder, Miyu had her own dangerous tendances. They certainly mirror each other.

Michiru’s eyes were moist, and that wasn’t the only damp thing. I could smell her arousal, now the front of her tracksuit was turning transparent, to match earlier, and Miyu was twitching, even as she lay back on the bed, an enraptured expression on hr face, as she parted her lips, tongue out, inviting me in. I covered her mouth with my own, and we kissed deeply, even as Michiru panted, watching red-faced and frustrated, as she crossed and uncrossed her own legs.

As we parted, I stared deep into Miyu’s eyes. “This… isn’t my favourite thing to do. I prefer tender, gentle love. But… so long as you know your limits, I’ll play along, just so long as in the future, we can have genuine, affectionate sex too.” My hard cock was pointing at her, still smeared with both her saliva and Michiru’s. It was too late to turn back now, and I didn’t want to. When I accepted we’d start dating to test out how we felt about each other, I already had my answer. Maybe I’m too weak to turn down beauties like Miyu and Michiru, but it’s not just that. Their spirits and hearts when we shared our energies moved me, touched me. And Miyu’s right. As my Vassal, and not just that, by the rules of the nobility too, I pledged to take responsibility for her future, even Shige-san saw it that way.

“I would be happy to. But…” Her breath was scalding on my face. “…this first time, rule me! Engrave yourself into my heart, my bones, my spirit. Make it so I can never think of leaving your grasp! And…” she glanced towards the horny, fervent Michiru. “…tame Michiru. She needs our firm hand to function in society.”

“You’re not wrong there…” I chuckled, as the ninja in question pouted, but her cheeks were hot with lust. “…anyway, a safe word to get me to stop…” Miyu stole my words with her lips, and our tongues tangled. She was a fast learner, and this kiss was more alluring than previously, and when we were done, our tongues gently parting, she offered her own solution.

“We should merge our selves as before. Then you can know without question what I do and do not desire.”

“Greedy, aren’t you?” I chuckled. “But I suppose it is a good idea.” Placing our hands on each other’s root and lunar Chakras, we began to circulate our energies. Normally, we’d have to maintain touch to continue the flow, but that would cause problems with the sort of lovemaking Miyu wanted. However… I can pass elemental energies and aether through Lovers’ Link, to an extent, so… I made a makeshift bond, it would fail quickly enough, and offered few benefits, but my Bondweaver Path was made for this sort of task, so soon we were connected, sharing each other’s feelings. Love. Lust. A little fear but more anticipation. Contentment. Excitement. Arousal. Miyu was a storm of emotion, and she felt mine too.

“My heart is full. And my future secure. For I have seen enough to know you will never relinquish those you love.” Her heart was completely open to me now. “And I wish nothing more than for Michiru and I to be amongst those you treasure. I shall Dance until the world itself ends to make our desired future a reality!”

“And I too will strive!” Michiru promised. She was so aroused that sparks of electricity were sparkling along the chains, and I held in a snicker as her ponytail had become very frizzy, like a horses’ tail. “Now…” Michiru, understanding Miyu better than anyone but me at this moment, set her face into an expression of dread and terror. “…no, Miyu-sama! You cannot! You must remain chaste for your marriage! No man must… tear off your dress, touch… every inch of your beautiful, naked body…” her words were growing quieter, her breathing ragged and lustful, eyes gleaming with joy. “…lick you all over, prise open… hah… ahn…”

Somehow Michiru was managing to arouse herself just by her imagination and the scene before her. “…your untouched… hah… pristine… flower, and… take your chastity, pouring in… ahn… his seed… making a baby… ahn… hah…”

I could feel Miyu’s amused apologies flowing through me, but her eyes and thoughts invited me, so, deciding to make Michiru’s perverted fantasies and Miyu’s wishes real, I moved, and with a playful smirk, grabbed Miyu’s dress and found the fasteners, quickly undoing them, even as Miyu began to struggle playfully.

“No, no! Don’t disgrace me, don’t bare my skin… ahn…” My hand slipped under her skirts, groping her ass, before with a tug, I stripped her dress, leaving her in seductive black underwear, lacy and mostly transparent. Her panties were already soaked, and her nipples were poking out the mesh cloth of her bra. With an enraptured squeal, Miyu covered her chest with her arms, but that meant her lower body was open, so I reached down and slid my hands into the fabric of her panties, my fingers quickly growing sticky and sopping from her leaking nectars. Stripping away the cloth, I only pulled one leg free, leaving them hanging around her other ankle lewdly, and Miyu continued to run through her lurid fantasy.

“My precious place, which… hah… ah… no man has ever seen…”

Not true, I’ve seen it all. But…

At my amusement, Miyu’s main emotion was exasperation, but as she reached down to protect her pussy from me, I took the opportunity to unclasp her bra and strip that off, bending down to suck at her nipples. She gasped passionately, legs wrapping around me instinctively, despite her play, and as Michiru gasped and groaned just from watching, I moved my mouth from her nipples to her lips, and we kissed frantically, even as my hand slid between her thighs and started polishing her clit. It was sensitive, extremely so, and I felt Miyu was no stranger to masturbation, and Michiru had probably toyed with her as well. Feeling a stinging twinge of jealousy, which drove Miyu’s eyes wide with surprise and a little smugness, I grinned, biting playfully at her lips as we continued kissing.

Let’s see, shall we…

My finger sped up, and she shuddered, her pussy oozing. I scooped up more nectars, and as I went to her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples, I smeared my cock with her juices, getting it ready. But not yet. Miyu’s very wet, but even so, this is her first time…

Sliding my tongue over her breasts, down her belly, leaving a sticky trail as she writhed, my lips closed on her engorged red bean, and she shuddered, her pleasure pouring into me. Her legs tightened their grip, and her arms were around me too, nails digging into my back.

“Not… hah… ahn… there. I am… a pure woman. A virgin. My fiancé will disown… hah… uh… me…” she cried out. “Michiru… are you… hah… ahn… watching?”

Now my tongue was inside her, lapping at places nothing else had ever been. Drinking her leaking nectars down, I stimulated her clit with my thumb, other hand alternating between squeezing her breasts and groping her ass and thighs. Her legs and bottom were muscular yet slender, perfectly honed due to her long years of dance practice, no doubt, and the feel of her within my arms and my heart was magical. I felt a little guilt that I’d made Kana struggle so for my affection, when Miyu and Michiru were receiving it so easily now, but I imagined she’d be rolling her eyes at me in disdain at such stupid thoughts.

“Hah… I am… soaring!” Sticky wetness hit my face as Miyu convulsed, my tongue, having had a great deal of practise on finding the sensitive spots of women, bringing her to climax. Her nails dug into my skin so hard several broke, but I’d Heal them after we were done. As Miyu collapsed back to the bed, she gazed at Michiru, who had slumped in her chains, her tracksuit soaked, cumming just from the atmosphere. Michiru lifted her bowed head, gazing at us hungrily, and delivered a line which made Miyu clench tightly around my tongue, shivering.

“Please… hah… spare Miyu-sama. If you have… hah… intercourse with her… she will… ahn… have no choice but to be… yours forever! Spare her… ahn… take me… instead!”

“Forever, you say?” I taunted playfully as part of the roleplay, as I pulled my tongue free, licking Miyu’s folds and clit as I did so. “That’s just what I want! As for you… watch and weep!”

Michiru squirted at my cold act, rattling the chains, and Miyu’s lust and affection swirled into me like a maelstrom, just as mine flowed into her, an endless cycle. Spreading her open gently, her salmon-pink insides shuddered as they touched the air. Fortunately, she was soaked and loose after her orgasm, so my intrusion shouldn’t hurt her too much.

“Miyu…” I was serious, not playing the bad rapist now, and Miyu knew it, so she simply clutched my shoulders, her onyx eyes sparkling. “…you will be mine forever.”

“It seems so. I am… hah… fortunate indeed. How… wonderful… ah!” I slid inside her as she replied, and she let out a muted groan as her hymen tore, a thin trickle of pink leaking along my dick and dripping down her thighs. The pain wasn’t much though, and I could tell she was urging me onward, but…

“See this?” I lifted her up, my cock poking her deepest insides now, and showed Michiru where we were joined, which made her eyes sparkle, her masochism kicking in as she desperately rubbed her legs together to try and stimulate her soaked pussy. “Miyu’s no longer a virgin. But I’m not done. I won’t feel she’s mine until I’ve poured it inside her!”

Miyu understood what I wanted, and she was aflame with lust. She began to bounce up and down, her pussy clutching my dick like a glove. I responded, thrusting when she fell back towards me, keeping up a rhythm, while we groped each other and kissed. Soon, the slapping of wet flesh, the squelching of precum and nectars, our heavy breathing, and the twin, impassioned moans of Miyu and Michiru filled the beautiful cabin.

As our lips parted again, Miyu’s voice was quiet, a barest whisper, her fun rape roleplay, if such a thing could exist, forgotten. “Thank you. I… hah… could not have had… ahn… ah… a more attentive…” her words were lost as I changed the angle of my thrust, hitting her deepest places, sending a shiver of pleasure though us both. She blinked her black eyes at me, before shaking her head. “…I am content. Now… hah… ahn… my womb shall… hah… only take your… ahn… seed… now and… ahn… forever!”

“Oh, Miyu… don’t worry…” I bit and licked her ear as I whispered to her. “…I’ll support you and Michiru for evermore…”

She tightened up, clamping my dick, and with a few more bounces, she cried out loudly, another orgasm rocking her. As my thrust slammed her sensitive, moist place, liquid scattered, and with a wicked, yet somehow proud, grin, she clenched her ass, pussy gripping me with fierce intensity, and as I dragged my cock in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm, I finally erupted.

“Fuck… me…” I hissed, as Miyu’s asshole pulsed under my touch, opening and closing as she tightened and relaxed her muscles, wringing me dry. I came hard, filling her up, and Miyu was crying, but I could tell it was from pleasure, fulfilment and relief. Playfully, she used all of her fading strength to bite my own ear.

“I waited… too long. Now… there are… hah… no more… ah… excuses…”

“That’s true.” I agreed, as my cock finally stopped gushing. Michiru’s gaze was hungry and lewd as she watched strings of cum drizzle out of the suspended Miyu, even as my cock still filled her up. More cum splattered there, soiling her thighs with the pinkish fluid, and Miyu offered her tongue, the surge of elemental and aetheric energies we were sharing gradually calming down, the lingering emotions happy ones.

“I can join the others now, without… hah… troubles.” Miyu added, when our lips parted. “I thank you.” She then patted my head in a rather mature fashion, surprising me. “That was… a wonderful first time. Though you were still far too kind. No man but you could cherish me so, instead of ravaging me.”

“Hey, you’d be surprised. You’re an incredible catch, Miyu, and not because you’re a Fujiwara. I don’t care about that. You’re wonderful because you’re kind, earnest and beautiful.”

Her hands trailed my cheeks now, her expression melting. “Hinata was correct. You do always know what to say to inflame our hearts. It thrills me. And for once… so does the future. My bleak days of endless grey have been painted over…” she glanced down. “…with white, it seems. Now then…” She nodded at Michiru, and I took the hint.

“See? Not a virgin, and creampied too…” I teased, and Michiru’s eyes were glued to my cock and Miyu’s pussy. I lifted Miyu a little, and my cock slipped free, followed by a tide of white with flecks of pink where Miyu had bled, though fortunately she had torn cleanly, and with little blood or pain. As a dancer she was very flexible, and I loosened her up properly. Her arousal was the best lubrication…

“Put me down for a minute.” Miyu asked politely, and as I laid her on the bed, she reached up, cradling Michiru’s face, before then devilishly squeezing her breasts, making her moan. “So how was it, watching as I was taken before your very eyes, Michiru?”

There was silence, then a sticky gasp of “Wonderful, Miyu-sama. Akio-sama destroyed you, made you his shape, his toy. And I was helpless. Envious.”

“No need to envy, Michiru…” Miyu reached out, grabbing my dick and stroking it, and as she did so, I regrew her shattered fingernails, earning a grateful glance. “You shall taste this majesty soon enough…” Miyu spun around, so she was facing my dick, and she was going to envelop it with her mouth, but I shook my head.

“No, that’s not good, you bled a little…”

“It is only blood. Michiru and I are Chosen, it will not harm us.” Miyu then began sucking and licking at my glans, even as she stroked me. Her ass wiggled at Michiru, and my eyes widened as the feisty ninja dislocated her own shoulder to get extra reach, lowering her head enough that she could lick Miyu’s pussy, which she did, slurping out my spilled cum with great relish.

“That… hah… I am still sensitive…” Miyu groaned around my dick, before relinquishing me. “All clean. And ready for my… ahn… lewd bodyguard… to face her… ah… own reckoning.”

Michiru lifted her head, mouth, nose and chin soaked with nectar and cum. As she licked her lips, seemingly not caring about her shoulder, which irked me, as she could have easily broken the cuffs or chains if she wished, she smiled beautifully. “You taste better than ever, Miyu. It is a divine, mixed flavour. Akio-sama and Miyu-sama. Could a better treat exist?”

I bonked Michiru gently on the head, and Miyu pulled away, covering her dripping pussy primly, before she too mimicked me, making Michiru grin cheerily. “I know it’s just us, but wow, are you simply incorrigible…” I laughed, and Michiru shook her head.

“I am simply fulfilling my duties. When you use Miyu-sama as a toilet, I shall be her bidet!”

Miyu blushed, those words choking even her, and she rolled her eyes, before turning to me. “See? I cannot handle the little troublemaker alone. But now…” She stood, unclasped the chain from the handcuffs, so Michiru could get level with us, and took my hand and hers. “…I never have to again. Although…” Her onyx gaze was hot and smoky as she stared at her friend. “…your tongue went inside…”

“I thought now you have been deflowered and it is no longer a sacred, unsullied space, it does not matter…” Michiru protested her innocence, and Miyu shook her head.

“I suppose… that is a valid point. Be prepared. Akio, teach her the true fearfulness and joy of being under a man’s lusts.”

“Yes, I welcome it!” Michiru added. “And…” Her blushing face gave away her arousal. “…you have no need to be gentle with me, unlike with Miyu-sama. I would like it to hurt.”

“But I don’t want to go too far…” I warned. “Shall we do what I did with Miyu?”

Michiru shook her head. “No. Since you are my master, if I wish you to stop, I shall simply change how I address you from Akio-sama to Akio-dono. Will that suffice?”

“Yes, so long as you do. There’s a difference between some fun bed play and actually hurting you. Okay?” I stroked her damp hair, and she grinned at us. I then took a moment to reset and Heal Michiru’s shoulder, and her smile was radiant.

“Miyu-sama’s eyes are clear. You truly are who we were seeking. But…” She slyly tried to entice me to go harder. “…do not forget the affronts I have given you. I tried to use poisoned needles on Hinata-sama… take that anger and make me suffer and writhe!”

“Seriously, your father has a lot to answer for. Maybe I’ll punch him again.” I grumbled. Still holding hands, I flipped the petite ninja over so her ass was facing me and stripping down her soaked leggings I reached for her pussy, but she shook her head.

“I am wet enough. Thrust your mighty manhood, the same one which took Miyu-sama’s virginity, into my unspoiled, pure maidenhead. Tear me asunder and render me incapable of feeling anything but your majesty deep within.”

“Uh… how to respond to that.” I was a bit put off by her grandiose declaration, but the worst part was I knew she meant every word. Miyu merely giggled, a bright, happy one, which I’d seldom heard the like of from her.

“I suggest with this.” Miyu grasped my dick again, before tugging me towards Michiru. My free hand gripped her ass, gently prying her pussy open too, and nectar dripped out as she gasped lewdly. To be fair to her, yes, she’s more than wet enough. “Michiru, become a woman to the same man I did.”

As my glans touched Michiru’s entrance, she moaned, and Miyu cheekily extended a finger, polishing Miyu’s engorged clit. Her gaze told me to do it, so without hesitation, I plunged my cock through Miyu’s grip and deep into Michiru. There was a brief obstruction, then the feeling of something tearing, and Michiru yowled, only to then push backwards and lean up, turning her head, tongue out. I extended my own tongue, and we kissed, even as her pussy opened and closed as if following her heartbeat, squeezing me.

“Hah… Akio-sama… has taken me… like I am a bitch, a humble dog…”

“Sorry, but you’re no dog. Or if you are, you’re a cute, loveable, troublesome one.” I teased her as our lips parted. She whined like she was a puppy, offering her tongue again, and so I sucked on it playfully, before slapping her ass hard. She whimpered and moaned, a red handprint now visible on her right cheek, and then I slapped again, adding a matching one to the left.

“Akio-sama…” she made very sure to emphasise that, to make sure I knew she was still into the play, so I grabbed her chin and forced another kiss, tongue down her throat, and she responded with passionate moans. I squeezed her breast, then went back to slapping her ass, my free hand alternating, sometimes missing to tease her, but then, just as she was writhing in both pleasure and pain, I slid backwards, my cock popping free in a welter of her nectar, only to thrust it in hard again, striking her deeply.

“Oh… Akio-sama… is violating me… in front… hah… ahn… of Miyu-sama… like I’m… hah… a bitch!” Michiru babbled, her eyes damp with joyous tears, her expression slack and lewd. I repeated the action several times, her ass rocking back into my stabbing thrusts, and Miyu was wincing as Michiru’s hand was tight enough on hers to hurt. Then, I didn’t enter her, instead slapping her ass lightly, both cheeks in quick succession, and Michiru squirted, her sticky liquids running down her thighs. Her gaze contained aroused betrayal, and as she opened her mouth, I kissed her, and thrust my dick hard into her pussy again, catching her off guard.

“You’re not a bitch, but you are mine!” I whispered in her ear when our fervent kiss ended, my dick piercing her, each thrust firm and striking her deepest places, which wriggled and squeezed eagerly. Every time I slapped her ass or groped her chest, pulling at her nipples, she tightened, and to tease her further, I altered my aim, until my cock was pressing against her ass.

I didn’t proceed though, until Michiru gasped out a wet “Akio-sama… hah…” at me. Taking that as my cue, I channelled a little water element, as I didn’t want to hurt her, then pushed hard, sliding into her almost painfully tight ass with great momentum. She squealed, crying out in pleasure, staring at her stomach as if expecting to see a bulge.

“Interesting.” Miyu remarked, seeing my dick buried in Michiru’s ass, water leaking free to join the seeping mess her gaping, twitching pussy was. “I would like to try that too. But I am amazed it fits…”

“It… ahn… hah… does not… not… hah… really, Miyu-sama… ahn…” Michiru wiggled her ass, as if asking for more punishment, so I resumed sliding in and out, sometimes stabbing deep into her ass, other times plunging into her pussy, interspersed with slaps, pinches and playfully frenetic kisses. Our teeth and heads clashed as Michiru’s passion spiked, and as I buried my cock up to the balls in her shuddering asshole, she came explosively, squirting in a manner Eri would be proud of…

“Akio-sama… Miyu-saaaaaaamaaaaaaaa….” Michiru yowled, more like a cat than a dog, and at her lustful gaze, I didn’t stop. I slid out of her ass, and stoppered her mouth with my own, now ploughing her pussy hard and fast, each thrust angled differently, gauging her body’s response to each impact, as my dick rubbed against her squirming walls. Nectar was scattering everywhere, and as I found the angle which made her clench down hard, her tongue a snake in my mouth, I continued to screw her, Michiru responding by eagerly rocking her body, and moments later, after Michiru went limp, a second massive orgasm rocking her, I could hold it no longer, and with one final mighty piston, I started gushing cum into her. She bit down on my tongue, half-delirious with pleasure and pain, and as I glanced at Miyu, she understood, and after she released my hand, I used one to slap Michiru’s ass playfully, while with my other I rubbed her head, praising her for a job well done.

“Akio-sama… ahn… I… my body… it feels so warm and full… I want… hah… more…” Michiru mumbled, as I slid in and out, pumping a torrent of hot liquid into her shuddering, climaxing body. Eventually, her kisses lost their strength, and her body stopped twitching, and as I cradled her in my arms, I pulled out, and cum poured free, the volume starting to falter a little after consecutive shots, but still a sticky torrent of white and red.

“Let me Heal that…” I was concerned, but Michiru weakly shook her head.

“Akio-sama… hah… no. It is my honour… my pride… ah… to feel this way. Besides, I could Heal myself if… ahn… I so wished. Let me sting and feel as if… hah… your manhood is still… ahn… within me…” It seemed like our resident little masochist could get off on the pain too, as she was still panting.

“I too feel it still. It is discomforting, but reassuring.” Miyu touched her lower abdomen, then took Michiru’s hands, uncuffed her, and let her touch too. “We are not merely mistress and bodyguard, Michiru. We are sisters of the same rod…”

I spluttered at that. Shiro… that sounds like something you told her! If so, you’ll get it when I see you next! Vowing to playfully teach our resident troublemaker a lesson, I watched Michiru weakly spread her legs, liquid dribbling free.

“Yes, Miyu-sama. Hah… we are both… ahn… women, this day!”

“Yes, now…” Miyu bent down suddenly, and mimicking Michiru’s earlier antics, began slurping out my cum from her pussy, tongue running along the lips, rolling her engorged clit, and yes, even slipping inside. She sucked lasciviously, as Michiru shuddered, so I stoppered her other mouth with my lips as I groped Miyu’s breasts and ass as she drank my spent cum and Michiru’s virgin blood.

When Miyu finally pulled away, I did likewise, only to be surprised as Miyu grabbed Michiru’s cheeks and pressed their lips together. Their tongues tangled, as Miyu then poured some of my cum she’d been holding into Michiru’s mouth. They both swallowed, before Miyu turned to me with a playful smile.

“I had no wish to waste your precious semen. And speaking of…” She glanced down, eyeing my dick, which had hardened like a rock at their unexpected kiss. “Michiru, pay homage to the rod which took your maidenhead.”

Michiru bent down, kissing my glans, and it quickly turned into a fierce blowjob, the both of them competing to lick and suck at me, and as I massaged their breasts and asses, Michiru’s still swollen and making her moan lewdly with each touch, I was swept up by their passion, and soon was treating Michiru roughly, forcing her to deepthroat me as Miyu licked and fondled my balls, and the perverted ninja gasped and choked with an ecstatic, delirious look of joy on her face. This… was quite the experience. And it seems it’s not ever yet…

With that, I kissed Michiru’s sweaty forehead, before turning my attention to Miyu, and the fun continued, as the yacht was turning around, ready to commence its return journey…

***

“We… got carried away.” I chuckled. After several more bouts of passionate sex, both of them relying on Ether Healing and pure lust to keep going, we ended up lying down together, Miyu and Michiru using my arms as pillows as they gazed fondly at me, still naked.

“I do not think so.” Miyu shook her head. “I wished for you, and you wished for me. Michiru likewise. Besides…” her smile was the widest I’d ever seem, and it was now brimming with resolve and confidence. “…once you deflowered me, it hardly matters how many times more you make love to me. My virtue is already gone. Now, I truly am yours, not a mere Vassal.”

As Michiru nodded, I frowned. “That’s right. I should probably release you from that status. I can’t for Haru yet, unfortunately, her Class is too valuable, but it doesn’t sit right with me having my girlfriends as Vassals.”

“That is not true. If anything…” Miyu disagreed. “…we all agreed that those who are not yet your Vassals, should become thus. You are missing out on precious strength. Besides… I take it as another mark of our closeness. But that is a talk for another time.”

I nodded, kissing her gently, and then turned to Michiru to offer the same, only to see she’d pulled out her phone from somewhere, and was tapping on it.

“Who are you texting?” I asked, expecting it to be one of the group chats the girls frequented, only to be shocked as she answered.

“My honoured father. I am letting him know I am a woman now, that you left not an inch of me untouched, my womanly hole, my bottom, my mouth, all were forcefully violated again and again as I wept and cried for mercy… but soon, my cries were those of lustful passion, and I can never leave you, nor even look at another man!”

As Miyu tittered, I blinked, astounded. “You’re joking, right?”

“Only about the forceful violation…” Michiru leaned over and took my lips, her own tongue as forceful as she accused me of being. As we parted, a bridge of saliva momentarily linking us, before falling apart and scattering, like my thoughts, she smiled coyly. “…I have explained I am yours, every orifice, my breasts, my bottom, my lips, my…”

“Oh Gods…” I groaned. “Who even does that? Damn, this time it’ll surely be me who is taking a punch.”

“If so, feel free to show honoured father you have the strength to claim me!” Michiru puffed out her chest, as Miyu’s giggles continued.

“I’d feel awful doing that. I’ll take the punch.” I apologised to Takeshi-san in my head. Turning to Miyu, I kissed her too, then apologised. “Sorry, but Eri and the others are insistent that some of them want a turn with me.”

“Which is fair.” Miyu agreed, though with some regret. “It is not yet the dawn, you have a little time, but…” She grabbed my balls without shame, touch tender. “…they must feel you are indeed superhuman, for…” She glanced at her lower body, then at Michiru’s, both of which were soiled messes. “…you have already gone beyond what our limited education tells us men can.”

“No kidding.” I agreed. “Let’s quickly shower, and that’ll give me time to refill the tanks.” As I ushered the pair of them to the connected bathroom, I couldn’t help but smile. Yes, no kidding. Perhaps my nearly unlimited sexual stamina is the superpower I need the most right now. I’m just glad that no such Skill actually exists, or I’d never hear the end of it from anyone…