Makoto tried to dive for the bed, but Mafuyu caught his arm with surprising strength and pulled him back.
"You've been a very naughty boy, Makoto-kun," Mafuyu whispered, her breath warm against his neck. "You lied to me. You used my kindness to sneak in here and bully Mika-chan. That requires a very thorough correction."
"Wait, guys, I was just...!"
Snap.
Mika tightened the leather choker around Makoto's neck with a flick of her wrist. The buckle clicked with finality, making his breath hitch. The silver bell let out a sharp jingle.
"Quiet, puppy," Mika commanded, her voice regaining that silken, professional authority.
Together, the two women maneuvered him onto Yuna's bed. The room was still bathed in that bruised, neon-purple light, reflecting off the glass cases of Yuna's precious figurines, which stood as silent, plastic witnesses to his downfall.
Mafuyu held Makoto's wrists down against the headboard, her soft weight pinning his arms, while Mika straddled his chest.
Click-clack.
The steel handcuffs bit into his wrists, anchoring him to the heavy wooden posts of the bed. Makoto was spread-eagled, vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of the two most "normal" members of his harem.
"Your test begins now, darling," Mika purred, sitting back on her haunches on his chest. She began to unbutton her white blouse, the fabric parting to reveal the heaving curves of her breasts. "Thirty minutes of high-intensity stimulation. If you cum before the timer ends, your penalty will be doubled."
"Thirty minutes?!" Makoto gasped, his cock already throbbing violently against his zipper. "Mika, I just licked you to climax! I'm already on the edge!"
"Then you had better learn to control your endurance, darling," she whispered.
===
The next half hour was pure torture for the poor Makoto.
Mafuyu crawled to the head of the bed, sitting behind him so his head was cradled in her lap. She began to stroke his hair, her fingers gentle and soothing, while she leaned down to whisper sweet, encouraging lies into his ear.
"You're doing so well, Makoto-kun," she breathed, her scent of ginger and lavender filling his nose. "Just breathe for me. Don't worry about the ache in your cock. I'm right here, I'll take care of you once you're broken."
While Mafuyu provided the comfort, Mika provided the fire. She had stripped off her blouse and skirt, leaving her in nothing but the sheer black stockings. She moved down his body, her movements slow and deliberate.
Mika used her mouth first, but not to give Makoto the relief he craved. She licked and nipped at his inner thighs, her tongue tracing the veins of his shaft without ever touching the head.
The room filled with the rhythmic jingle of the bell on Makoto's neck as he thrashed, the wet sounds of Mika's mouth, and the soft, steady shushing from Mafuyu.
"Ten minutes," Mika announced, pulling back to look at his engorged, purple cock. A single bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, reflecting the purple RGB lights.
She leaned forward, her middle-sized breasts brushing against his stomach. She took his cock in her hand, her grip tight and clinical. She began to stroke him with a fast rhythm that brought him to the very precipice of release.
And then, just as his back arched and his toes curled, she stopped.
"Mika… please… just let me…" Makoto sobbed, his voice raw.
"Nope," she whispered, her pink eyes wide and glowing with manic devotion. "I endured for half an hour, darling. I think you can too."
Mika swapped places with Mafuyu. Now it was the gentle one's turn. Mafuyu kneeled between Makoto's legs, her face flushed, her eyes shining with a dawning excitement. She reached out, her hands soft and warm, and began to massage his balls, her thumbs rolling over the sensitive skin with rhythmic pressure that made his vision swim.
"I'm sorry, Makoto-kun," Mafuyu whispered, though her hips were swaying in a slow, hungry circle. "But Mika-chan is right. You need to learn your place sometimes, honey."
She leaned down and took him into her mouth. Mafuyu wasn't as technical as Mika or as aggressive as Yuna, but she had a natural warmth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, her saliva hot and thick, while her fingers continued to knead his base.
Makoto was screaming behind his clenched teeth. The sensation of being cared for and tormented simultaneously was more than his brain could process. He felt the heavy, pulsing heat in his groin building into a supernova.
"It's only twenty minutes. Don't let him cum yet, Mafuyu-nee!" Mika called out. She was sitting on Makoto's chest again, her bare pussy rubbing against his chin, the musky scent of her previous climax overwhelming him. "You're doing so well, darling. Keep going, only ten minutes left."
Mika picked up the cup of tea Mafuyu had brought. It was still lukewarm. Then she took a mouthful and leaned down, pressing her lips to his. She forced the liquid into his mouth, making a wet, choking exchange that forced him to swallow her spit and the tea.
As Makoto struggled to breathe, Mika reached down to pinch his nipples, her nails digging into the flesh. The pain-pleasure spike was the final straw. Makoto's body began to convulse, his muscles locking up.
"No… not yet…" Mika hissed, her hand clamping down on the base of his cock in a death-grip to physically prevent the ejaculate from escaping. "Hold it, darling. Hold it for your wives."
The final ten minutes were a blur of agonizing ecstasy. They worked Makoto in tandem, Mika using her hair to tickle his stomach and her mouth to torment his neck, while Mafuyu used her skillful hands to edge him again and again.
The air in the room was smelling of sex, tea, and the electricity smell of Yuna's humming PC. Makoto was now a wreck, his skin glistening with sweat, his voice reduced to a series of broken, pathetic whimpers. "Please... mercy, Mika, Mafuyu-nee."
"Thirty minutes," Mika finally whispered, her voice a triumphant rasp. She looked at Mafuyu and nodded.
Mafuyu released her grip on Makoto's thighs and crawled up to join Mika. They both hovered over him, their faces side-by-side, their hair mingling in a curtain.
"You can give it to us now, Makoto-kun," Mafuyu whispered. "Give us your apology."
"Cum! Spill for your wives, darling," Mika commanded and released the grip at his base.
Makoto let out a roar that echoed through the entire apartment. His body bucked against the steel cuffs, the bedframe groaning under the force of his release. He erupted. It was a violent, pulsing explosion of everything he had been holding back for thirty minutes.
Thick, hot ropes of his seed shot through the air, splattering across Mika's stomach, painting Yuna's sheets, and even catching Mafuyu on the cheek.
Mika kept pumping her hand, making Makoto's cock jerk with a life of its own, emptying his balls until he was completely hollow. He collapsed back against the mattress, his head lolling to the side, his breathing a series of shallow, broken gasps.
Silence returned to the room, heavy and sated.
Mika didn't move to clean up. She stayed sitting near Makoto's legs, looking down at the white mess covering her skin with a look of terrifying satisfaction. Mafuyu was beside her, breathing heavily, a single droplet of his cum glistening on her cheek like a pearl.
"Excellent, darling. I hope you learned your lesson." Mika murmured, her voice returning to its serene, musical purr. "For your information, this is Yuna's favorite duvet."
She reached over to the table and grabbed her phone. Then she framed the shot perfectly: Makoto was almost passed out, handcuffed to the bed, the black leather choker and silver bell prominent around his neck.
And the two of them, Mika and Mafuyu, flanking him, disheveled and half-naked, both covered in the evidence of his surrender.
Click. The flash illuminated the room for a split second, capturing the most degenerate family portrait in history.
"Let's share it in the group chat?" Mafuyu asked with a sleepy murmur.
"Of course, Mafuyu-nee," Mika said, her thumbs flying across the screen. "I believe Yuna-chan and Ayane-chan should see the results of our education session."
[Mika sent a photo to: Yuna and the Sub-Wives]
Mika: Caught a sneaky thief in my room. He has been punished!
Mafuyu: He was such a good boy ^^. We're going to need a lot of laundry detergent tomorrow.
Mika put the phone down and leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Makoto's sweaty forehead. "I love you, darling," she whispered, the silver bell on his neck jingling as she nuzzled his throat. "Can't wait for our next warm-up session."
In a certain game store, people could hear Yuna's high-pitched, furious scream. "THEY DID WHAT?! IN MY ROOM?! ON MY SHEETS?!"