Inside the room, the atmosphere instantly thickened with anticipation (and maybe just a little hot).
Eriri wriggled out of Yami's grasp, cheeks blazing red.
"Y-Yami! You can't just drag us in here like that! What if someone sees? And—and what do you mean you're not sleeping tonight?! Are you trying to sound cool or just being an idiot?!"
She crossed her arms, glaring, but the effect was ruined by the way her eyes kept darting nervously between Yami and Utaha.
Utaha, meanwhile, had already perched herself elegantly on the edge of Yami's bed, one leg crossed over the other. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and shot Yami that infuriatingly knowing smile.
"My, my… So bold tonight, aren't we, Yami-kun?" Her voice was velvet and daggers. "Did you really intend to bring two innocent girls to your room with such a line? How very… protagonist of you."
She gave Eriri a sidelong glance, lips curving in a sly smirk.
"Don't worry, Sawamura-san. If he does anything indecent, I promise to take notes. For my next novel, of course."
Eriri sputtered, torn between yelling at Utaha and diving under the bed to escape the embarrassment.
"D-Don't drag me into your weird novelist fantasies! And you, Yami—stop looking so smug!"
Yami just leaned back, hands behind his head, utterly unfazed by the chaos he'd unleashed.
"What can I say? With you two, I'm never bored."
Yami's eyes swept over Eriri and Utaha, a lazy grin on his lips as he lounged back on the bed.
He let the silence stretch, just long enough to make both girls squirm.
"Alright," Yami said, voice casual but commanding, "both of you—undress."
The words hit like a thunderbolt. Eriri's face went red all the way to her ears. "Wh-What?! Y-You can't just—!"
She sputtered, clutching at her shirt, gaze darting between Yami and Utaha.
Utaha only raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Ara, so direct tonight, Yami-kun?" She held his gaze, lips curling in challenge. "Or are you just trying to speed-run your own harem route?"
Yami didn't flinch. "Don't tell me you're backing out now, Utaha. And you too, Eriri—unless you want to chicken out and let Utaha win by default?"
That did it. The rivalry kicked in.
Eriri and Utaha's fingers trembled as they undressed, cheeks blazing, eyes flicking everywhere except at each other.
Shirts slipped off. Bras came next, soft skin and bouncing breasts revealed under the low light—Eriri's trembling with every breath, Utaha's perfect and perky, nipples already hard.
Yami just grinned, sitting on the bed, cock heavy and pulsing between his legs, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Utaha knelt first, hair tumbling over her shoulders as she stared up at Yami with that dangerous, novelist's smirk.
"Well, Sawamura-san, let's not keep our protagonist waiting," she said, voice low, almost teasing. Eriri shot her a glare, but dropped to her knees right beside her, lips pouting but eyes burning with need.
They both reached out at the same time, small, soft hands wrapping around his fat shaft—hot, thick, and twitching at their touch.
"Damn… I forgot how big it is up close…" Eriri whispered, biting her lip, cheeks scarlet.
Utaha leaned in, letting her tongue flick over the swollen tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum with a wet, deliberate slurp. "Mmm~ Still tastes good," she purred, shooting Yami a sultry glance.
Eriri, not to be outdone, pressed her lips to the base, tongue sliding up the thick length, leaving a glistening trail.
"Hmph. Don't get cocky just because you're experienced, Utaha…" she grumbled, before wrapping her lips around the shaft and sucking with a desperate hunger—her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to take more.
slurp, chu, chu
Utaha giggled, but soon both girls were lost in the act, their heads bobbing in sync, taking turns swirling their tongues around the head and shaft, their soft hair tickling Yami's thighs. The sound of their messy, eager sucking filled the air:
Slurp, glk, chu, mn… slurp…
Yami groaned, hands tangling in their hair, hips bucking just a little. "F-fuck… You two look so damn good together… Shit…"
Utaha took him deep, throat flexing, her eyes fluttering as she swallowed around his cock.
Eriri, not willing to lose, sucked at the base and licked the underside, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.
The sight was obscene—two beautiful girls kneeling, fighting for his cock, cheeks brushing, sometimes shooting each other heated, competitive glances.
Utaha would pause to kiss the shaft, leaving lipstick stains, while Eriri would flick her tongue at the tip, collecting every drop.
"Haah… Eriri, you're drooling…" Utaha teased, a strand of spit dangling between her lips and the cock.
"S-shut up, you pervert!" Eriri snapped, but instead of pulling away, she took Yami even deeper, gagging a little, then moaning softly, eyes glazed.
Their tongues danced along his length, sometimes clashing, sometimes working together. Every second amped up the heat—the friction, the rivalry, the thrill of both serving the same guy, side by side.
Yami's hips jerked, breathing ragged. "Shit… If you two keep this up, I'm gonna—"
Utaha shot him a wicked look, pumping his shaft with one hand, squeezing his balls gently with the other. "Oh? Are you really going to cum already, Yami-kun? How embarrassing…"
Eriri, panting, let his cock pop from her lips with a wet smack. "Tch… Let's see which one of us can make him finish first, Utaha."
Utaha just smirked. "I accept the challenge."
Both girls redoubled their efforts—Eriri sucking the head, tongue swirling, eyes locked on Yami's face, while Utaha licked and stroked the shaft, hand gliding up and down, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
The room was filled with the lewd, desperate sounds of two girls fighting over one cock:
Slurp, slurp, chu, glk, haaah, nnh, chu—
Yami's whole body tensed, pleasure surging. "Fuck—gonna cum—!"
Both girls pressed their faces close, mouths wide open, tongues out, waiting hungrily for the reward.
Yami grunted, hips jerking...hot cum splashing across their tongues, lips, and cheeks. Eriri gasped at the first shot, but gulped it down, eyes fluttering.
—spurt, spurt, spurt—
Utaha let it drip from her tongue, smearing it across her lips before swallowing with a smug smile.
When it was done, both girls looked up at him—faces sticky, eyes wild, chests heaving.
Eriri wiped her chin with the back of her hand, pouting, but grinning. "I… I think I won, right?"
Utaha just licked her lips, smiling like the cat who got the cream. "It's not over yet, Sawamura-san. The night's just started."
Yami smirked, already hardening again at the sight of the two of them kneeling before him, naked and hungry.
"Who said we were stopping?"
Utaha was the first to move, eyes glinting with mischief. Without a hint of shame, she sauntered over to the edge of the bed, hiked up her ass, and bent over—slowly, deliberately—giving Yami the perfect view of her fat, plump ass.
She rested her chin on her hands, looking back over her shoulder with that devilish smile.
"Well?" she purred. "Come on, Yami-kun. Aren't you going to claim your prize?"
Eriri, standing nearby, looked like she was about to explode—her face almost as red as her trademark ribbon. For a split second, she hesitated, wringing her hands, teeth worrying her lip.
Smack!
Utaha wiggled her hips, deliberately taunting her. She slapped her own ass, the sound crisp and sharp. "You can stare all you want, but only the bold get rewarded, you know~"
That was all it took for Eriri's stubborn pride to kick in. She stomped her foot and marched over, glaring daggers at Utaha.
"As if I'd lose to you at something like this!" With a dramatic huff, she also bent over beside Utaha, presenting her pale, round ass—still trembling, but now lined up side-by-side in open challenge.
Yami stared, honestly stunned for a moment.
The sight in front of him was like a fever dream.
Two girls—both beautiful, both rivals—offering themselves, all pretenses thrown aside.
He sucked in a shaky breath. "You two… you're going to drive me insane."
Utaha's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "That's the idea," she teased, voice velvet-smooth.
With his heart pounding, Yami stepped forward, running his hands along both girls' waists, feeling them tense, then melt under his touch.
He squeezed Utaha's hips first, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She shivered, her whole body arching into him.
"Go on, Yami," Utaha said, her voice low and inviting. "You know you want to."
He didn't need a second invitation. With one swift movement, he lined himself up and pushed into her, the wet heat making him groan.
Schlk—schlk—schlk!
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, each thrust sending ripples through Utaha's ass.
Utaha threw her head back, her moan sharp and clear. "Nn—ahh! Deeper, Yami-kun… ah, you feel so good…" Her body rocked with each thrust, ass jiggling, hair falling loose as she clung to the bed for balance.
Eriri watched, biting her lip, her eyes wide and cheeks burning. At first, she tried to look aloof, but every time Yami's hips slammed into Utaha, she flinched, her own body instinctively pressing back, wanting the same.
Utaha, even as she was gasping and panting, couldn't resist teasing. She glanced sidelong at Eriri and, between moans, purred, "You see, Eriri? Maybe Yami just prefers a girl with real child-bearing hips~"
Eriri sputtered, "Wha—Utaha, shut up!" but the words came out choked with arousal. Her body betrayed her, hips twitching, thighs squeezing together.
Yami, feeling bold, reached over and slapped Eriri's ass, making her yelp.
Smack!
The sound rang out, and Eriri glared back, half-scandalized, half-desperate.
"You're both too cute," Yami said with a crooked grin. "I can't pick favorites."
Utaha's moans grew louder, each thrust making her voice rise, until her fingers clawed at the sheets. "Yami—I'm… I'm going to…!" she gasped.
He pounded into her faster—slap, slap, slap—until Utaha's whole body seized up, her legs shaking as she came hard, juices squirting messily across his hips and the bed. "Yami! Yami, I'm cumming! Aaahh—!"
Yami didn't stop. He leaned over and caught Eriri's lips in a hungry kiss, tongue sliding against hers, making her whimper and melt.
Then, with one swift move, he turned her over, pulling her legs up into a deep mating press, Eriri staring up at him, eyes hazy, heart pounding.
The moment he pushed inside her, Eriri's breath hitched. "Y-Yami—ah! Not so rough…!" she squeaked, but the next thrust had her moaning, her voice high and needy.
He pounded into her, every movement making her tits bounce, her body trembling with pleasure.
Slap, slap, slap!
The bed rocked, the headboard thudding against the wall. Eriri's moans grew frantic, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from sheer sensation.
Utaha, barely recovered, watched through heavy-lidded eyes, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. "See, Eriri… you're such a loudmouth, but look at you now…"
Eriri couldn't even muster a comeback. Her hands gripped Yami's arms, nails digging in, as she screamed his name.
"Yami—Yami, I'm… I'm—!" Her whole body arched as she came, shuddering and gasping, the pleasure overwhelming.
Yami's thrusts grew frantic, chasing his own release. The sounds in the room were pure filth—moans, the slap of flesh, the creak of the bed, the ragged breaths of three bodies lost in the moment.
With one final thrust, Yami buried himself deep in Eriri, spilling inside her, then turned back to Utaha and did the same, filling both girls up until it leaked down their thighs. Both Eriri and Utaha twitched and whimpered, bodies spent, eyes rolling back in bliss.
They collapsed together in a tangled heap, the room thick with heat, sweat, and the heavy scent of sex.
For a while, no one spoke—just the sound of breathing and the faint, lingering echoes of pleasure.
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