He didn't hesitate.
Three girls on the table. Utaha on the left, black stockings askew. Eriri in the middle, blonde twintails splayed beneath her, face crimson. Ryo on the right, blue eyes watching.
Seiji loosened his tie.
His hand found Utaha's thigh first. She opened her mouth to say something sharp—
His fingers hooked into her stockings and peeled them down. Goosebumps rose on pale skin.
"Nnh..."
He pushed her skirt up. Nothing underneath. Already wet, folds glistening.
Two fingers slid inside.
"Ah—!"
Her back arched off the table. Two months without his touch had left her desperate, and her body betrayed it immediately—walls clenching, slick heat coating his fingers.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
His other hand found Eriri. She squeaked when his fingers brushed her thigh, tried to clamp her legs shut—too late. He found her entrance already dripping through her panties.
He pushed the fabric aside and sank two fingers in.
"W-wait—! Nngh!"
Her thighs clamped around his hand. Eyes squeezed shut.
Now he had both of them. Two different rhythms. Utaha's sharp gasps on the left, Eriri's muffled whimpers on the right.
Schlick schlick schlick.
Wet sounds filled the room.
Ryo watched, thighs pressed together, breathing uneven.
Utaha was already close. Her hips rocked against his hand, chasing it. "Fuck... Seiji..."
He curled his fingers.
"AH—!"
Her walls clamped down, pulsing. She came on his hand, back arching, a choked cry torn from her throat.
He didn't stop. Kept pumping through it, wringing out every spasm.
Eriri watched her rival fall apart inches away, face burning. She could hear how wet Utaha was. Could smell it.
Then Seiji's fingers found that spot inside her.
"Nnh! N-no, don't—!"
Too late. Heat crashed through her. She came with a strangled moan, thighs shaking, soaking his hand.
Ryo's breathing was ragged now. Watching both of them orgasm right next to her, hearing the wet sounds, smelling the sex—
Seiji withdrew his hands. Both girls whimpered at the loss.
He unbuckled his belt.
The sound made all three tense.
He pulled Utaha to the edge of the table by her hips. Lined up. Pushed.
Thick heat split her open.
"A-ahh...!"
Her head fell back, dark hair spilling across the rosewood. Her walls gripped him desperately, two months of absence making every inch feel new again.
He didn't wait. Started moving immediately.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
His pace built. Sharp, deep strokes that punched gasps out of her.
Utaha's composure shattered. The sharp-tongued senior reduced to incoherent sounds, nails scratching the table, breasts bouncing with each impact.
"Fuck... fuck... Seiji..."
Eriri watched, face burning. Her hand drifted between her own legs—
Seiji caught her wrist without breaking rhythm. Pinned it to the table.
"Wait your turn."
She whimpered.
The sounds were obscene. Wet slapping. Utaha's broken moans. The table creaking.
"I'm... I'm going to..."
He drove deep and ground against her clit.
Utaha screamed. Her whole body seized, back arching impossibly, walls clamping down so hard it almost hurt. She came in violent pulses, squeezing him, milking him.
He rode her through it. Pulled out when she finally went limp.
A wet trail leaked from her onto the table.
Utaha lay there gasping, ruined.
"One down."
He grabbed Eriri's hips and flipped her onto her stomach.
"W-wait—!"
His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the table. Other hand yanked her hips up.
Blonde twintails splayed across the wood. Thigh-highs slipping down. Ass raised, presented.
He pulled her panties down and lined up.
Pushed.
"AAAHH—!"
Eriri screamed. Not pain—she was dripping, ready—but the sudden fullness, the stretch, the overwhelming sensation of being filled from behind.
He started moving immediately.
"Nnh!"
"Ah! Ah!"
Each thrust rocked her forward, breasts pressing into the cool wood. She could hear Utaha's ragged breathing beside her. Could feel Ryo watching.
Everyone watching her get taken like this.
The thought made her clench tighter.
"Nnh... nnh... Seiji..."
Plap plap plap plap.
The pace turned brutal. Her protests dissolved into pure sound—gasps and moans and broken syllables that weren't words anymore.
Wet squelching mixed with the slap of skin on skin. "Schlick-schlick-schlick."
"You're soaking the table," Seiji observed.
"S-shut... ah... AH...!"
He angled his hips, hitting that spot.
Her vision whited out. The orgasm crashed through her without warning—she screamed into her arms, walls spasming, whole body shaking.
He fucked her through it, rough and relentless, until she collapsed forward, boneless.
Pulled out. Thick trail leaking from her.
"Two down."
Ryo had watched everything in silence. But her composure was cracked now—parted lips, flush creeping up her neck, thighs pressed together so tight they trembled.
Seiji pulled her to the edge of the table.
She didn't resist. Just watched him with those calm blue eyes.
He pushed her legs apart. Lined up.
Entered her slowly.
Her exhale was shaky. Walls stretching around him, familiar heat, impossibly tight.
She'd been soaked from watching the other two. Her body was more than ready.
He bottomed out. Held there.
Then started moving.
Slow at first. Deep, grinding strokes.
Her breathing stuttered. Fingers gripping the table edge.
The pace built. Her stoic expression started slipping. Small cracks appearing.
"Nnh..."
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove in at a new angle.
"Oh—"
The sound escaped before she could stop it.
Plap plap plap plap.
Her calm shattered completely. Quiet moans spilled out—less dramatic than the others, but raw, genuine, pulled from somewhere deep.
"Seiji..."
The wet sounds were obscene. Her juices running down her thighs, dripping onto the table. She'd been soaked from watching the other two.
"Seiji... I'm..."
Her walls tightened. Breathing ragged. Close.
He drove deep and held.
She came with a shuddering moan, body trembling, walls pulsing around him in waves.
He followed her over, burying himself deep as he finished inside her.
For a long moment they stayed connected, breathing.
Then he pulled out. Thick cum leaked from her onto the table.
Three girls. Three very different expressions of satisfied exhaustion.
Utaha lay on her back, one arm draped over her eyes, chest heaving. Her stockings were ruined, skirt bunched at her waist, a wet mess between her thighs.
Eriri hadn't moved from where she'd collapsed face-down. Blonde twintails disheveled. Thigh-highs around her ankles. Ass still raised slightly, cum dripping down her legs.
Ryo stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes, legs still spread, the evidence of what he'd done to her pooling on the rosewood.
All three girls lay powerlessly on the table, gasping heavily.
Their eyes no longer held any competitive flames, only the languid satisfaction of being thoroughly filled.
The so-called "Shura battlefield," the so-called "conflict," had long been cast to the winds.
Watching them like this, Seiji nodded in approval and sighed: "As expected, using 'physical' methods for persuasion is most effective."
This prompted all three girls on the table to simultaneously roll their eyes at him.
An hour later.
The traces left by the "war" had been cleaned up.
In the air, only faint traces remained... a mixture of three different high-end body wash fragrances.
Utaha, Eriri, and Ryo, three beautiful girls who had just endured their "breaking-in," had each bathed separately. Now dressed in their pajamas, they sat at the dining table, silently eating the breakfast Seiji had prepared.
The atmosphere remained somewhat delicate.
But after Seiji's physical persuasion, the sword-drawn hostility between the three had dissipated considerably.
In its place were exhaustion, helplessness, compromise, and a trace of peculiar "comradeship" that even they themselves were unwilling to acknowledge.
However, getting them to immediately become like close sisters, walking hand-in-hand in harmonious coexistence, was obviously impossible.
At least not for the time being.
Seiji took it all in.
Suddenly, an even more wickedly amusing idea surfaced in his mind.
He cleared his throat and spoke.
His voice instantly drew the three girls' attention.
"Ladies," Seiji smiled as he surveyed his "wings," "to deepen the bonds between members of our 'big family,' and to help you become more familiar with each other and break down barriers..."
"I've decided to hold a small game, one filled with friendship and love."
"A game?"
The three girls looked up, expressions of confusion appearing in unison.
Though all confused, the nuances differed.
Utaha showed wariness, Eriri sensed impending doom, while Ryo displayed pure curiosity.
"That's right, a game." A demonic smile spread across Seiji's face. "The game is called... 'Who Will Be the Last One Standing.'"
"The rules are simple."
"Starting now, I'll equip each of you with a special 'device.'"
As he spoke, he walked into the room and retrieved a high-end storage box.
With a snap, he opened it.
Inside the box, three items glinting with an unusual luster lay quietly within.
"First, Utaha's."
He pinched between two fingers a pink heart-shaped object covered in skin-friendly silicone—curved and tapered, clearly designed to fit snugly inside a woman's pussy with a small nub that would rest directly against her clit.
"This is a heart rate-responsive vibrator that syncs with a smartphone app."
"You'll wear it inside you all day. I'll set its initial frequency to a very low level. However,"
He paused, the smile at his lips deepening, "once your heart rate increases, its frequency rises accordingly. The vibrations will get stronger against your walls and your clit."
"The higher your heart rate, the faster the frequency. No upper limit."
Utaha listened with twitching lips, her eyes full of disdain. She could already imagine that thing buzzing inside her, pressing against her most sensitive spots.
"Next, Eriri's."
Seiji pulled out two gel-like patches that looked like jelly, translucent and emitting a faint strawberry fragrance. Each one was circular, about the size of a coin—perfectly sized to cover a nipple.
"Nipple patches," he said simply. "Specially-made."
"They use the latest temperature-sensing memory material. When your body temperature remains at normal levels, they'll simply rest there. But once your body temperature rises, their internal structure softens, becoming more slippery and sticky—rubbing and tugging at your nipples with every movement."
"The higher your temperature, the more intense the stimulation on those sensitive little buds."
Eriri's face filled with resistance, her nipples already tingling at the mere thought.
Just seeing these things, countless unhealthy images from doujinshi flooded her mind—girls with their nipples tormented until they came without being touched anywhere else.
"Finally, Ryo's."
Seiji pulled out the last item. It was a sphere resembling a high-end handcrafted candy, sealed in individual packaging, translucent and crystalline.
"This is a specially-made ball gag candy containing trace amounts of stimulating components."
"What you need to do is keep it in your mouth all day long."
"Its shell is made with special craftsmanship... under normal circumstances, it won't melt. However, once you talk, swallow saliva, or do anything else that causes intense friction between it and the soft tissue inside your mouth, the sugar coating will gradually wear away and melt, releasing the 'surprise' inside!"
"The more you want to spit it out, or the more you want to speak, the stronger the stimulation it brings."
Ryo looked at the transparent "candy," a flicker of confusion crossing her expressionless face.
She felt the item assigned to her seemed somewhat simple.
Was Seiji deliberately going easy on her?
Ryo secretly glanced at Seiji.
But Seiji didn't notice her. Instead, he pushed the three "devices" in front of each girl.
"From the moment you put on these 'devices,' the game officially begins. It will last 24 hours."
"What you need to do is, over the next period, live, communicate, and interact normally, just like usual. Of course, you can also verbally 'attack' each other."
"Whoever can hold out until the end without being defeated by these 'devices,' without revealing any abnormality, will be the ultimate winner."
"And the winner's reward is to make one request of me."
"Of course," his tone shifted, and that demonic smile reappeared on his face, "the losers will face punishment too."
"Alright, now put them on."
-
The dining table fell silent.
The three girls looked at the shame-inducing "devices" before them, strong impulses to hit and curse someone surging within them.
They desperately wanted to throw these things, along with the man who proposed this shameless game, out the window.
But obviously, they couldn't refuse.
Whether it was their personalities already trained to be "obedient," their bodies developed to perfection, or their lives already sold to Seiji.
All of it prevented them from generating thoughts of refusal.
The three girls could only glare at Seiji with eyes viewing him as human scum.
Yet hidden in the depths of that contempt was a trace of excitement they themselves dared not acknowledge.
So, after a brief silence.
The three girls each silently reached out.
Utaha slowly spoke: "Hehe... Seiji-kun, you really can always come up with such uniquely perverted games."
Her wording was, as always, venomous and precise.
"However, since it's your wish, I have no reason to refuse."
She extended her slender fingers and picked up the pink heart-shaped vibrator. Then, facing Seiji, she revealed a seductive smile full of challenge.
"I'm just a bit worried... if my heart rate remains too calm, will you be very disappointed?"
"That just means only I can personally tame you, you bewitching temptress." Seiji responded with a smile.
Eriri looked at the two of them speechlessly. Could they still be flirting at a time like this?
"P-pervert! Hentai! Shameless! Indecent! Demon! Scum!" She blushed with shame and indignation, cursing in a low voice, her face already flushed red.
While extending trembling hands, she quickly grabbed the two jelly-like patches and clutched them tightly in her palms.
"I-I won't lose to this perverted game thought up by a pervert like you! And I absolutely won't lose to these two women next to me! Just you wait and see!" She bit her lip, blustering despite her lack of confidence.
Ryo, meanwhile, maintained her expressionless appearance.
She picked up the transparent "candy," examined it for a moment, then tore open the packaging. Under the astonished gazes of the other two girls, she placed it in her mouth without hesitation.
Using simple, direct action to demonstrate her determination.
Seeing all three girls accept the challenge.
A satisfied smile appeared on Seiji's face.
"Very good."
"Then, let the game..."
"Officially begin!"
...
...
After Ryo consumed the mouth candy.
Utaha and Eriri also equipped their respective devices.
Subsequently, the three girls gathered in the living room, beginning this 24-hour "interesting" game.
Of course, Seiji didn't think it would last that long.
Perhaps they'd have results by morning.
The first challenge of the game was cleaning up the dishes.
This was simple housework requiring bending and walking.
In the past, easy as pie.
But at this moment, to the three girls, it was no different from a high-difficulty bomb disposal mission on a battlefield riddled with landmines.
Utaha's every step was executed like a supermodel strutting on a runway.
She worked hard to control her breathing rhythm, keeping her movements stable.
But the vibrator nestled inside her pussy seemed to possess a life of its own. Every time she bent down to pick up a plate, the movement shifted it against her walls, the nub pressing harder against her clit.
The weak vibration transmitted in that instant sent sparks up her spine. She instinctively clenched her legs tighter, her inner muscles squeezing around the toy, which only made the sensation worse.
She could feel herself getting wet. The slick heat building between her thighs with every step.
Eriri was even worse... her entire body tense, like a startled rabbit.
She clumsily collected the knives and forks, sweat forming on her palms.
She could clearly feel the two patches on her nipples changing subtly with her body temperature. The gel was warming, softening, starting to cling and slide against her sensitive buds with every movement.
Each time she reached for a dish, the fabric of her shirt dragged across the patches, which dragged across her nipples.
The sensation was maddening.
Her hand trembled, nearly knocking over three glasses.
The instant temperature spike from her fright immediately made those patches seem to come alive. The material contracted, giving her nipples a sudden squeeze and tug.
"Nnh—!"
Eriri barely swallowed the moan, her nipples now stiff and aching beneath the gel.
Ryo, meanwhile, appeared the most "normal" of the three.
But her tightly pressed lips and the occasionally uncontrollable rolling of her throat still exposed her inner turmoil.
That candy, larger than she'd imagined, lay quietly on her tongue, forcing her mouth to secrete more fluid than usual.
Each swallow scraped away a layer of sugar coating.
The three of them did housework while discreetly observing each other.
Each wanted to find even the slightest trace of impending collapse on the others' faces or in their movements.
This was a war concerning "endurance" and "acting ability."
...
After passing through the tense and thrilling "breakfast probing" phase.
Time quickly arrived at noon.
All three girls showed astonishing willpower, revealing no signs of defeat.
Seiji, under the pretext of "the referee needs rest," entrusted the task of preparing lunch to the three girls.
The kitchen instantly became their new battlefield.
"Yamada-san, could you please help me cut this onion?" Utaha, while using a knife tip to remove a fish's innards, revealed a "kind" smile to Ryo, who was washing vegetables at the sink.
She deliberately emphasized the word "cut."
Cutting onions was something that easily made people cry. And crying would certainly trigger intense activity in the mouth and nasal cavity.
She wanted to see how long this expressionless blue-haired girl could maintain that damned composure under the stimulus of "tears."
The sobbing and swallowing during crying would definitely make the little thing in her mouth become very "interesting," wouldn't it?
Ryo glanced at Utaha, guessing her malicious intent.
But she showed no fear, directly taking the onion and kitchen knife.
Thud thud thud thud...
Her movements were crisp and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
The instant the blade passed through the onion, waves of pungent vapor dispersed into the air.
Ryo's eyes inevitably reddened and moistened. Physiological tears began forming in her eye sockets, and her vision became somewhat blurry.
But she remained expressionless.
She clenched her teeth hard and raised her chin, controlling herself to prevent tears from falling.
Because she knew that once she started sobbing, the "candy" in her mouth would definitely melt faster.
She could even feel the candy's outer shell emit an almost imperceptible "crack" from her tightly clenched jaw.
On the other side, Eriri was assigned the seemingly simple but extremely physically demanding task of "kneading dough."
She vented all her fury on that innocent dough.
While exerting force, she mentally tied both Seiji and Utaha to crosses and purified them with flames a hundred times.
As her body moved vigorously, the patches on her nipples became increasingly active.
The gel had fully softened now, warm and slippery, clinging to her stiff buds. Every push against the dough made her chest bounce slightly, and every bounce made the patches slide and tug at her nipples.
It was like having two warm, wet mouths constantly sucking and teasing her.
Eriri's face grew redder and redder, her breathing more and more rapid.
Her nipples were so hard they ached. She could feel heat pooling between her legs even though nothing was touching her there.
"No... I can't go on like this..."
"If this continues, I'll definitely... definitely be the first to...!"
Eriri gritted her teeth, desperately trying to remain calm.
But in her mind, content from doujinshi flooded forth uncontrollably.
She couldn't help but imagine... if what she wore now wasn't this ordinary T-shirt, but nothing at all. Her bare nipples exposed, being teased and tormented while she was forced to work...
Then Seiji would come up behind her, pinch her nipples between his fingers, roll them, pull them...
"Ahh... !!!!"
That thought pushed her over the edge.
Her pussy clenched around nothing. Her nipples throbbed. The orgasm crashed through her from just the stimulation on her chest—something she'd only ever read about in her own doujinshi.
She let out a scream, her legs giving way as she collapsed to the floor, whole body trembling, thighs pressed together as the aftershocks pulsed through her.
Her panties were soaked. Her nipples still tingled under the patches.
Her eyes brimming with tears, her expression dazed.
...
The kitchen instantly fell into eerie silence.
Utaha and Ryo both stopped their tasks, looking at the golden-haired dog trembling on the floor with "as expected" expressions.
"Hehe... It seems we have our first loser already."
Utaha said with a smile, an elegant expression on her face.
She glanced at Ryo, still battling the onion, thinking to herself: "You're next."
Ryo silently swallowed, repositioning the candy that had melted slightly from her earlier tension to a safe location.
She looked at Eriri crouching on the floor, a flash of relief passing through those blue eyes.
Relief that she wasn't the first to give up.
Then, the two of them made eye contact.
Their gazes reached a new consensus...
They were the true rivals!
...
Time came to the afternoon.
This was also the longest, most torturous phase of the game.
Seiji made no excessive demands. He simply sat leisurely on the living room sofa, as usual, appreciating the performances of the two remaining contestants.
Ryo wore headphones, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, her fingers dancing nimbly across her bass.
She was completely immersed in her own musical world, as if she'd forgotten that in her mouth was a "bomb" capable of detonating all her senses.
But only she knew that the specially-made "ball gag candy" had already melted.
It happened when she was cutting onions and her eyes moistened, causing her to instinctively swallow saliva forcefully. Under the pressure between her tongue and palate, the candy's shell cracked.
Then, a liquid filled with Seiji's familiar scent, slightly salty and fishy-sweet, flowed out from the crack.
Ryo instantly realized what it was.
She had tasted it countless times on countless nights, establishing neural responses associated with it.
Simply put...
The moment she smelled it, her body reacted.
As the crack in the ball gag candy widened, more liquid flowed out.
Ryo's body stiffened imperceptibly. The bass notes in her headphones seemed to pause for half a second.
A powerful heat surge rushed from the base of her tongue straight to her brain.
Her first reaction was to spit the thing out.
But she forcibly held back.
She wanted to win!
So, Ryo simply used her tongue to press the damaged "candy" remains against her palate, then carefully kept the continuously flowing, aggressively-scented liquid in her mouth, not letting a single drop escape.
From that moment on, every note she played, every breath she took, became a struggle against desire.
On the other side, Utaha sat at the other end of the sofa, a foreign novel in hand to pass the time.
She too tried hard to calm herself, attempting to enter a state of "tranquil mind" for reading.
But she failed.
She discovered she couldn't focus her attention on those profound words at all.
Every word on the pages jumped, twisted, and distorted before her eyes, eventually coalescing into Seiji's detestable face.
Her heart rate was like an untamed wild horse, restlessly agitated.
The more anxiously she tried to suppress it, the more her heart rate increased.
"Beep... " Seiji's phone emitted three soft notification sounds.
Utaha's body instantly stiffened.
She knew her heart rate had broken through the 120 warning line.
The vibrator inside her pussy responded instantly.
The buzzing intensified, the nub pressing harder against her swollen clit, the shaft vibrating relentlessly against her walls. Waves of sensation rolled through her, each stronger than the last.
"No... calm down... Utaha, calm down..."
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to use pain to divert her attention.
She even started silently reciting the plot outline of her novels, using creative rationality to resist bodily instinct.
But her pussy was clenching around the toy with every pulse. She was dripping now, her arousal soaking her panties.
And the more anxious she got, the faster her heart raced—and the stronger the vibrations became.
A vicious cycle she couldn't escape.
"Nnh..."
Utaha instinctively pressed her legs together. But that only pushed the toy deeper, ground the nub harder against her clit.
The vibrations were relentless now, buzzing against her g-spot and clit simultaneously. Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled in her heels.
She was going to come. Right here. On the sofa. In front of everyone.
"No... not here... I can't..."
Broken moans escaped from between her tightly bitten lips.
Then the orgasm hit.
Her pussy clamped down hard, spasming around the still-buzzing toy. A gush of liquid soaked through her panties, running down her thighs, seeping into her black stockings.
She came so hard her vision went white.
The originally cool stockings, now drenched with her juices, clung to her skin—warm, wet, shameful evidence of her defeat.
That sensation completely shattered Utaha's psychological defenses.
She abruptly stood up from the sofa, a complex expression of shame, humiliation, and a trace of relief on her face.
"I... I surrender..."
She used almost all her strength to squeeze out those three words from her throat.
Then, clamping her legs together, she fled toward the second-floor bathroom in an extremely awkward posture, not looking back.
The second casualty had appeared.
-
The living room fell silent once more.
Seiji watched Utaha's fleeing back, a smile full of admiration appearing on his face. Worthy of Utaha... even her defeated posture was so alluring.
On the other side, Ryo, who had been playing bass, also stopped. She slowly removed her headphones.
She'd won.
Ryo let out a long breath of relief.
She turned her head, looking at Seiji with those clear yet indifferent blue eyes.
She didn't speak.
That gaze seemed to say: "I won. Now, it's time to honor your promise."
Seiji smiled and stood up, walking before her. "Congratulations, Ryo. You're the ultimate winner of the game."
"Mm."
Ryo nodded, slowly opening her tightly pressed small lips.
Under the gazes of Seiji, Eriri, and Utaha, who had just emerged from the bathroom.
She extended her pink, delicate tongue, presenting a mouthful of crystalline, viscous, unusually-scented, milky-white liquid.
For all to see.
"!!!"
Eriri and Utaha's eyes widened instantly!
Their breathing seemed to stop!
They immediately understood what it was!
This blue-haired woman... her "candy" had melted long ago!
She actually... she actually kept that thing in her mouth the whole time?! And remained composed until the end?!
This competitive spirit was far too strong!
If it were them, they definitely couldn't have held back... either feeling dizzy and nauseous, or unable to resist swallowing.
However, what shocked them even more came next.
After displaying her "trophy" to everyone.
Ryo's face still maintained that calm expression.
Her throat rolled lightly.
Then, without changing expression, she swallowed all that aggressively-scented liquid.
"!!!!!!"
Eriri and Utaha completely petrified.
They watched as Ryo, after completing this action, even extended her tongue to lick her lips, as if savoring something.
In their hearts, only two words remained...
Pervert!
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