Makoto almost choked on his glass. "Ahem, I don't remember that we did anything last night." I just helped you lock the windows to prevent any thief from coming in."
Yuna let out a shriek, her voice cracking with rage, echoing through the restaurant. "A THIEF?! YOU FUCKED HER WHILE PRETENDING TO BE A THIEF?! AGAIN?!" A waiter approaching with the main courses dropped a fork with a clatter.
Ayane just threw her head back and roared with laughter. "Oh my god," she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes. "He really, really likes that scenario, doesn't he? I have to say, it's got a certain… charm."
Mafuyu turned a shade of crimson so deep it was almost a new color, her hands flying up to cover her face as she remembered Makoto's horny, teasing talk just last night. But a muffled, helpless giggle escaped her.
Mika, however, just tilted her head. "Yes. He was very thorough. He made sure that everything was secure." She finished her glass of sparkling water, her pink eyes sparkling with unholy light.
She then turned to him, her expression shifting to one of devoted love. "Thank you for locking the window, darling. I feel so much safer after."
Makoto tried to stay silent in order not to shoot himself in the foot again. The main courses arrived: a beautiful steaming spread of lobster bisque, foie gras, and perfectly seared scallops. They ate in a tense silence for a few moments, the only sound the clink of silverware against porcelain.
And then Yuna, who had been quietly fuming over her lobster bisque, spoke. "So, a thief last night, huh?" She looked at Mika with a fake sweet smile. "He must have been very scary. Did he tie you up? Did he gag you? Did he threaten to hurt your precious Aiko?"
Mika's serene smile didn't falter, but a flicker of panic flashed in her eyes. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Yuna-chan. It was a very traumatic experience. And I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh, of course," Yuna said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "I'm so sorry. I'm sure it was terrible. How many times has it happened, four, five?"
She took a vicious bite of her foie gras. "Must be so hard for you. Have to pretend to be scared and hate it. Especially when he's so good at it. I'm sure it was so traumatic that you cum like a bitch every time, isn't it?"
"Ahem…" Makoto wiped his mouth. "I guess it's time. Yuna and I will go and check the room first. Can give us… maybe one hour?" he held Yuna's hand while glancing at the others.
"An hour?" Yuna's face flushed a deep red, and she puffed out her chest like a queen who had just had her authority validated. "Fine. I suppose I can grant you an hour of my precious time." She squeezed his hand, her grip possessive and firm. "Don't expect me to go easy on you, though."
Mafuyu just blushed, her gaze dropping to the half-eaten tiramisu on her plate. She whispered shyly. "Have fun, you two. Don't… don't be too loud."
Ayane let out a long-suffering sigh, swirling the last of her wine in her glass. "An hour just to 'check the room'? Right. Try not to break the bed or the door before the rest of us get there."
"Take all the time you need," Mika said, her voice a soft purr. "It's important for the main wife to feel appreciated, darling." She took a delicate bite of her panna cotta, her gaze never leaving Makoto.
"The three of us will just have a nice, quiet chat while we wait". Her gaze flickered to Ayane, then to Mafuyu. "…and, of course, discuss the new rotation schedule."
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The moment Makoto and Yuna disappeared, a different kind of silence fell over the table. The sharp competitive tension was gone, replaced by a low simmering hum.
Ayane was the first to speak. She leaned back in her chair and took a long, slow sip of her wine, looking directly at Mika. "So, a breaking-and-entering fantasy, Mika? And here I was, thinking that you were the vanilla one."
Mika's smile didn't falter, but a faint blush crept up her neck. She took a calm sip of her refilled sparkling water. "Everyone has their kink, Ayane-chan. And I find that losing control quite... turns me on."
She turned to Ayane with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And for the record, I believe that you were the one who was just begging for him to spank you like a naughty child."
Ayane just threw her head back and laughed. "Guilty as charged. I have to admit, the helpless-victim roleplay sounds interesting. I might have to try that next time."
Mafuyu, who had been quietly finishing her tiramisu, finally spoke. She looked at Ayane with concern and curiosity. "Did it hurt? I mean the piercings," she whispered and gestured vaguely at Ayane's chest.
Ayane's smile softened. "Yeah, it hurt like a bitch." She touched her chest with a small wince. "But it was a good hurt, the kind that marks you and makes you feel like you're his." She looked at Mafuyu. "You'd like it. You're a fellow masochist."
Mafuyu's face exploded in a splotchy blush. "I…" she stammered, but she didn't deny it. She just looked down at her own hands, at the faint, almost invisible scars on her wrists from a lifetime of self-inflicted pain.
Mika sighed, making a dramatic, long-suffering sound that was completely at odds with the calm smile on her face. She looked from Ayane's proud smirk to Mafuyu's flustered face.
"I'm surrounded by degenerates," she said, looking at the two of them. "What are we going to do when our children grow up? Are we going to have to explain to them why their mother has nipple piercings and a praise kink? And why does their other mother get off on being tied up and spanked?"
She took a calm sip of her water. "And what about Yuna? Are we going to have to explain to Yumi why her mother calls her father an idiot, fat, disgusting pig, and he liked it?"
The question hung in the air. For a moment, the three of them were just three new mothers. Three very strange, very horny, but ultimately just mothers.
And then Ayane started to laugh. "Oh, god, you're right, Mika," she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. "We're so fucked, aren't we?"
Mafuyu just smiled and nodded. "Yes, we are, indeed."
Mika took a calm sip of her water with a knowing smile. "Somehow, I don't think that's too bad. It would be boring if you two are... normal, you know!"
She looked at the two of them, her eyes shining with a welcoming light. "Now, let's order another bottle. Then you can tell me everything about the last time he made you faint, Mafuyu."