It was a perfect late-autumn afternoon: sky clear, air crisp, the kind of day that made the rice fields look like sheets of gold.
Kai had been working since dawn (harvesting the last of the late-season rice with Mika, Sayuri keeping them supplied with tea and onigiri while seven-months-pregnant and still somehow out-pacing both of them). By mid-afternoon his shoulders burned and his shirt clung to him with sweat.
"I need five minutes," he groaned, dropping the sickle. "Going for a walk in the forest to cool off. You two coming?"
Sayuri and Mika exchanged a look (the kind that said they both knew "five minutes" was a lie) and followed him without complaint.
The forest behind the farm was old cedar and bamboo, floor carpeted with soft moss and fallen leaves. The deeper they went, the cooler and quieter it became. Sunlight filtered in golden shafts. Somewhere a stream trickled.
They found a small clearing where the grass grew thick and emerald, untouched by the harvest. Sayuri sighed happily, kicked off her sandals, and flopped backward, dress riding high on her milky thighs.
"This grass is too nice to waste," she murmured, eyes half-lidded, already reaching for Kai's belt.
Mika smirked, dropping beside her. "City girl's gone feral."
Within moments clothes were half-off, half-on, scattered like petals.
Kai knelt between them, kissing Sayuri slow and deep while Mika pressed against his back, strong hands sliding around to stroke his cock to full hardness. Then they switched: Mika claiming his mouth, tasting like earth and sweat, while Sayuri's softer fingers wrapped around him and pumped lazily.
They took him together on the grass.
Sayuri first, lying back with her dress bunched under her breasts, belly beautifully rounded, legs spread wide. Kai slid into her slowly (she was always extra wet when pregnant), groaning at how perfectly she still gripped him. Mika knelt beside them, kissing Sayuri's neck, rolling her nipples, whispering filthy praise until Sayuri came with a soft cry that scattered by the trees.
Then Mika pushed him onto his back and mounted him reverse-cowgirl, powerful thighs flexing as she sank down, taking every inch with a satisfied growl. Sayuri straddled his face, grinding her dripping pussy against his tongue while watching Mika ride him. The sight (Mika's sun-browned back arched, ass bouncing, muscles rippling) made Sayuri come again almost immediately.
Kai lasted as long as he could, but the feeling of Mika's tight heat and Sayuri's taste on his tongue was too much. He gripped Mika's hips, thrust up hard, and filled her with thick pulses while both women moaned his name into the forest air.
They collapsed in a sweaty, laughing pile, clothes hastily pulled back on, grass stains on knees and backs, hair full of leaves.
Kai was buttoning his shirt when he noticed it.
A sliver of darkness between two moss-covered boulders: too straight, too perfectly rectangular.
He stood, walked closer, and pushed aside the hanging vines.
A cave mouth. Man-made, or at least shaped by tools long ago. Cool air breathed out, carrying the faint scent of water and stone.
"Sayuri, Mika… come look at this."
Sayuri padded over, still flushed, dress clinging to damp skin. "A cave? I've lived here my whole life and never knew…"
Mika frowned, arms crossed under her breasts. "That ridge has always been there, but no one ever mentioned an opening. Looks… old."
Both women hesitated at the threshold. Country people know better than to wander into unknown holes in the ground.
Kai felt it immediately: the same tug he'd felt the day he first saw Sayuri behind the convenience-store counter. A certainty, bone-deep, that something important was waiting.
"I need to see what's inside," he said quietly.
Sayuri's hand found his, protective over her belly. "It could be dangerous. Bears. Snakes. Collapse."
Mika nodded, worry creasing her brow.
Kai pulled them both close.
"I've got you," he said, voice steady. "I did judo and muay thai for eight years in the city. If anything in there looks at you wrong, I'll break it in half. But…"
He looked back at the cave, feeling that strange pull again.
"I think we're supposed to go in. All three of us."
The women searched his face, saw the absolute conviction there, and slowly nodded.
Sayuri took a deep breath. "For you… okay."
Mika cracked her knuckles. "If anything moves funny, I'm kicking it first, then you can break it."
Kai grinned, kissed them both, and pulled the small flashlight from his work belt.
Hand in hand in hand, the three of them stepped into the cool darkness.
Behind them, the forest closed like a curtain.
Whatever waited inside had been waiting a very long time.
And it had finally called the right people home.