"You're angry because someone got more attention than you today, Miss Main Wife. And I'm really, really sorry for that," Makoto said and nodded. "Maybe I should make it up to you."
He leaned in, not to peck at her lips, but to dive straight between Yuna's legs. He pulled down her pants and started sucking her inner thighs. "Mika already had her turn. So I will be yours only until the day ends, Yuna."
The effect was instantaneous and violent. As Yuna was unprepared for his surprise assault, a sharp, choked gasp tore from her throat. "W-What are you doing, pig?!" she sputtered, her voice an incredulous squeak. "We're in the living room! The others...!"
Her entire body went rigid, her feigned composure shattering in the wave of overwhelming, unexpected sensation. The dead, flat look in her eyes was replaced by a flash of shock.
But her protests were a lie; her body betrayed her completely. Her thighs, which had been clamped shut in righteous fury, trembled and fell open. Her hands, which had been fisted in her lap, flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, not to push him away, but to hold him there, to press him deeper. A low moan rumbled from her chest.
From the armchair, Ayane let out a low whistle. "Well, that's one way to apologize, boss." From the kitchen came the sound of a glass being gently set down on the counter. And then, only silence.
Yuna's hips began to move, making involuntary grinds against his mouth. "You... you pervert..." she panted, her voice thick with need. "You can't just... just do this..." But she was already a mess, her juices a thick, slick fluid that coated his chin, his cheeks, and his tongue.
"Hmm... my Yuna's cunt tastes the best." He slupred and kissed her outer lips.
"S-Shut up, you fat idiot," Yuna gasped, but her hips were now moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm against his mouth. The lie of her anger was gone, replaced by raw need. "You're just saying that because you're... you're trying to... ah...!"
"Keep... going... pig! I'm still mad at you," she whispered, her voice completely unconvincing. "So... so fucking mad..." Her inner walls clenched and pulsed around his tongue in desperate, involuntary spasms.
"I know. And I love seeing you getting all mad while being jealous," he said, still licking her cunt. The words were a direct hit to her ego, a devastating truth she couldn't deny. The knowledge that her jealousy, her most volatile and destructive emotion, was a turn-on for him... it was a revelation. And it was a form of control he had just expertly wielded.
Yuna's entire body shuddered in a violent tremor. "It's... not fair..." she whimpered, her voice pathetic and pleading. Her hands were fisted in his hair, her knuckles white. Unable to pull him in anymore, she was just holding on for dear life as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
His tongue was a masterful, relentless instrument, finding that perfect spot, that hidden nerve on her clit that made her see stars. "F-Fuck..." she sobbed. "I'm... I'm going to...!"
She was losing it, and he knew it. "Don't... don't you dare stop..." she begged, her voice a raw, uninhibited cry. "Please... please... Makoto...! I... am cumming!!"
With a final, desperate scream of his name, her body was wracked by a powerful, shattering orgasm. Her inner walls clenched and pulsed around his tongue in violent, ecstatic spasms, her juices flooding his mouth in a hot, sweet wave.
Yuna collapsed back onto the couch. Now a boneless, trembling wreck, she lay there like a sated mess. Her breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps, her skin slick with sweat.
Makoto gently sucked on her sensitive clit. "Are you still angry? Do you need me to apologize for a second round?"
The second, focused assault on her clit, now impossibly sensitive after her orgasm, sent another jolt of overwhelming pleasure through her. Another low moan rumbled from her chest. It was a sound of helpless submission.
"...No...enough..." she whispered, her voice soft with defeat. "...Not angry anymore..."
Makoto slurped down her juice, diligently cleaning her cunt and thighs with his mouth until they were spotless. "I love you all equally. Ahem, but I love you a little bit more."
The anger had been completely fucked out of Yuna, replaced by a warm, pliant affection. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and touched his cheek. "...Stupid pig bro..." she whispered, her voice raw and sweet. "Making me... making me feel things... telling lies like that."
A sad smile touched her lips. "Just... don't do it again! Don't... don't make me think you're going to leave me for her," she whispered with a desperate plea. "I'm first. You're mine. You've always been mine."
He leaned over to sit next to her on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder. "I know, I know, Mika isn't gonna take me away. She isn't that evil, you know? She even suggested I buy you a matching Chanel wallet next time."
As a reflexive flicker of her old jealous fury, Yuna stiffened at the mention of her rival's name. But it was a weak, half-hearted thing, quickly extinguished by the lingering, blissful waves of her orgasm.
"...She did?" Yuna muttered, her voice a low grumble against his shoulder. She peeked up at him from under her lashes, eyebrow raised. "That manipulating fox probably wants me to owe her something."
She snuggled deeper into his side, her body a warm weight against his. She let out a long, contented sigh, part exhaustion and part bliss. "...A Chanel wallet, huh?" she said, her voice soft and sleepy. "A pink one? Like hers?"
From across the room, Ayane cleared her throat loudly. "Just so we're all on the same page for future gift-giving opportunities. I'm a Dior girl myself, boss. I want a Saddle bag, Blue Oblique jacquard. Just putting that out there."
Yuna let out a small, almost inaudible snort, more affectionate than angry. "My stingy big bro isn't gonna buy you anything, you greedy cow," she mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut.
She stirred, her head now a comfortable, heavy weight on his shoulder. "...I don't want a wallet, that's boring," she whispered, her voice turned sleepy. "I want... I want a matching handbag with Mika, so we can show them off in college together, big bro..."
Her voice trailed off, her breathing deepening into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. The harem, it seemed, had weathered the storm for now.