Alex stood straight, rolling his shoulders as the last waves of pleasure faded from his muscles.
His breathing was already steady again, his pulse slowing to a calm unhurried rhythm.
Below him, neither girl moved.
Erin lay face-down on the mattress, her huge, plump ass still raised slightly, her body twitching with tiny aftershocks. Her blue eyes were rolled back, her mouth hanging open, her fingers gripping weakly the soaked sheets.
Lily was curled up on the floorboards beside the chair, her body trembling, and his fluid leaked from her hole in slow trails. Her orange eyes were glassy, staring at nothing.
Alex looked down at them for a long moment.
The lust in his blood had finally quieted, replaced by a heavy satisfaction, letting out a slow breath and ran a hand through his damp hair.
Then his expression softened.
He crouched down beside Lily first. His large hand touched her shoulder, gentle and careful.
"Hey. You alive?" he murmured.
Lily's mouth opened. Closed, then opened again. "...K-Kill yourself...♡" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Alex chuckled, sliding one arm beneath her shoulders and the other under her knees, lifting her off the cold floor.
She weighed almost nothing in his arms. Her head pressing against his chest, her blushing face getting redder.
"D-Don't... carry me like I'm some...♡" she mumbled, her eyes half-closed. Her hand weakly gripped the front of his shirt, her eyes averted away.
"Shut up~ I'm only moving you to bed." Alex responded quietly.
He carried her to the edge of Erin's mattress and leaned down to set her on the bed, but the moment her back touched the sheets, Lily's fingers tightened on his shirt.
Her grip was weak, but stubborn enough, tugging him sideways with a sudden pull.
Alex let himself be pulled.
He dropped onto the mattress beside her, the small bed creaking under the added weight. Lily immediately turned her face away, her ears burning red, pulling the bunched blanket up to her chin, her eyes darting everywhere except toward him.
"Don't read into it!" she stuttered into the blanket. "I was cold. That's all."
Alex stared at her, and an amused smirk spread across his face.
"Did you just pull me into bed?"
"N-No."
"You did."
"I didn't."
"Your hand is still gripping my shirt."
Lily's fingers snapped open like she had been caught stealing, shoving her hand under the blanket. "I-I was losing my balance.. It was a reflex..."
"Hmm, I see~"
"Shut up!"
Alex propped himself against the headboard, he looked down at Lily, who was pressed against his right side, her face half-buried in the blanket.
"You know," Alex said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "For someone who kept calling me a bastard and an arrogant prick, you're clinging to me pretty tight right now."
"I-I'm not clinging..."
"Your leg is squeezing me."
Lily looked down. Her thigh was indeed hooked over his leg, her bare skin pressed tight against his.
She jerked it back like it was on fire, her entire body flushing from her ears to her chest.
"S-Stop pointing things out!" she squeaked, pulling the blanket higher until only her eyes were visible.
They looked away, then back, then away again. "...B-Besides... y-you're warm...♡ It's... practical...♡"
"Practical." Alex repeated, looking deadpan, but smiling faintly after.
"Y-Yes...!"
From his other side. Erin had slowly crawled over, her huge, heavy tits swaying beneath her as she dragged herself across the sheets.
She pressed her soft warm body against her Master's left side, her cheek resting on his ribs. Her hair spilled across his stomach, sweaty and messy.
"Master." she breathed, her voice tiny and hoarse. "Y-You smell... so good...♡"
Her soft hand slid up his stomach, tracing the hard lines of his stomach before she pressed a soft kiss to his chest, her lips lingering on the warm skin.
"I'm... glad we... d-did this...♡" she whispered. "I-I... w-want to do this... a-again...♡ S-Sometime...♡" hiding her reddened face behind her purple hair.
Alex glanced down at her, then he looked at Lily, who was watching Erin from behind her blanket fortress with narrowed eyes and a blush.
"Yeah. You two are good girls." Alex nodded, his arm settled around Lily's shoulders while his other hand rested on Erin's hip.
Alex rested his head back against the pillow. His thumb rubbed Erin's bare hip, his other hand rested on Lily's shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her warm skin.
The three of them laid in bed in total silent.
Desperate for a distraction from the embarrassing cuddles, Lily scrambled across the bed and snatched her phone off the nightstand. She unlocked the screen and started scrolling.
"D-Don't get the wrong idea." she muttered, eyes fixed on the screen. "I'm just checking messages."
Scrolling through her phone, Lily's brow furrowed at the campus group chat exploding with hundreds of messages in all caps and exclamation points.
"Ugh! The group chat is blowing up." she muttered. "Everyone is so annoying. The whole school is losing its mind over this stupid basketball tournament next week."
Erin perked up slightly, lifting her head just enough to peek at the screen and blinking behind her crooked glasses.
"B-Basketball...? I-I... heard people... talking about it alot lately"
"Everyone's talking about it, Erin." Lily responded without looking up. "There's posters everywhere, teams are forming, and the people won't shut up about it."
She scrolled past more messages. "Not that you'd care, anyway."
"Don't need to." Alex murmured, his hand still fondling and enjoying their warm nude skin again. "I've got better things to do."
'Actually, handsome...' Liza's voice suddenly chimed inside his mind, clearly thinking of something. 'What if you joined a team?'
Alex's brow furrowed. 'What?'
'The basketball tournament! Join a team. You're not exactly hard to look at, and they're always desperate for tall athletic guys.'
'I've never played basketball before and I've not been interested.'
'Oh, think about it!' Liza shot back. 'Think about it, handsome... You show up to the biggest event of the year, flash those pretty eyes, show a glimpse of that 'talent', and every single person on this campus shows up to watch.'
Alex's fingers stilled on Erin's hip.
'Everyone in one spot all at once.' Liza emphasized. 'And what do we need to cast the memory alternation spell? Exactly that! You bring the campus together, I cast the spell, and boom. your professor's reputation is wiped clean!'
The realization sank in. He shifted up slightly on the mattress.
Liza hummed. 'See? I'm a genius.'
'Yeah... You're a scheming demon.'
'Same, same~'
Alex stared at the ceiling, his mind already working through the plan.
Every student, every professor, every staff member, gathered in one place while he had supernatural strength, speed, and reflexes, and while they were all watching him, Liza would wipe their minds clean.
Lily caught the shift on his face and lowered her phone. "...Why are you making that face?"
"What face?"
"That weird face. The one where you're thinking something annoying."
Alex looked at her. "The basketball tournament. Can someone just join a team?"
Lily blinked. "I mean... maybe? If they're short a player and the captain says yes. But the rosters are basically set, dummy. Why?"
"Where the training happens?"
Erin lifted her head, her eyes wide behind her smudged glasses with a streak of dried cum clinging to her cheek. "*M-Master...? You play... basketball...?"
"No~" Alex said simply.
Lily sat up fully, the blanket slipping and exposing her small chest, but she didn't seem to care. "Then why—"
"I'm going to."
"Do you even know the rules?!"
"I'll figure it out."
Lily stared at him before sighing in disbelief. "You're impossible. You just had a sex with two girls and now you want to play basketball. What is wrong with your brain?"
Alex chuckled as he reached out and grabbed the back of Lily's neck, pulling her down and pressing a firm, warm kiss to her lips.
She was startled, her entire body going rigid while the red spread from her cheeks down to her neck.
"Wha—?! Mnnnnph!" she stammered, shoving at his chest with zero force.
Turning to Erin, he pulled her up and pressed the same gentle kiss to her swollen lips, accepting it fully and whimpering in response.
Rolling off the narrow bed, Alex grabbed his pants from the floor, and he fixed his shirt as well.
Both girls sat on the bed gazing at him. Their eyes carried a clear confusion, but unable to question his intents with the basketball tournament any more.
Checking the time on his phone, it was early evening. He had spent over an hour with his two girlfriends.
Shoving the phone back and heading for the door, pausing with his hand on the handle to look back over his shoulder at the two beautiful girls embarrassed and tangled in ruined sheets, surrounded by floating balloons and a decorations.
A small smile spread at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks for the birthday surprise."
Stepping out, he closed the door softly behind him.
The evening air was warm with the last traces of sunlight painting the campus in orange.
A few students walked the paths with bags slung over shoulders. Almost everyone was done with their classes.
Walking with his hands in his pockets, Alex cut across the main quad while his mind was already pondering through the tournament, the crowds, and the spell as a clean way out of a messy problem.
Not Heading home yet, he passed the library and towards the sports area.
Reaching the east side, he found the sports complex with an open-air basketball court sitting in the center, surrounded by tiered concrete seats.
The sharp rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a basketball reached his ears along with the squeak of rubber soles and rough breathless shouts.
Stepping into the farther corner, Alex leaned against the railings with his arms crossed, giving him a clear view of the entire field.
Five guys were playing. All of them were tall, athletic, and fast.
They moved with practiced ease through passes and shoots. They were seniors, judging by their build and confidence.
The game intensified suddenly, the practice turned more aggressive with bodies colliding, shouts getting louder, and jumping high in the air.
Then one of the players came down wrong, his ankle buckling sideways in a horrible fall.
"AAAAGH—FUCK!"
He hit the concrete hard and clutched his knee with his face screwed up in pain. The other teammates terrified before rushing to his side.
"Yo! Shit. He broke he's ankle—"
"Don't touch it! Don't fucking touch it!"
"Someone call the medic!"
Alex watched from the shadows, perfectly still, as the player writhed on the ground with his ankle already swelling.
The team was clearly done for by losing their valuable player.
Inside his mind, Liza's voice echoed, suddenly delighted.
'Oh! An injury! A golden opportunity to swoop in as the heroic replacement for this poor shorthanded team~'