<NSFW Start>
The master bedroom door thudded shut, instantly sealing the three of them away from the rest of the world.
Makoto walked over to the bed with a slow, measured stride, setting Kei down gently onto the mattress.
His large frame naturally dominated the quiet space as he turned his gaze back toward the doorway, where Ai still stood frozen, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and deep-seated reluctance.
“Don’t just stand there, Ai. Come closer,” Makoto directed smoothly, his voice low and laced with a heated, lazy expectation.
Ai took a slow, trembling breath, her heart hammering against her ribs as she forced her legs to move forward.
Her traditional maid uniform rustled softly with every hesitant step she took toward the bed.
True to her thoroughbred training as a servant, she ultimately could not bring herself to disobey, even as her face burned a deep, helpless crimson.
Makoto stood tall by the edge of the mattress, looking down at his two beautiful companions.
He turned his eyes to his submissive girlfriend, offering a lazy, knowing smile.
“Kei, undress me. Then use those soft hands to wake it up,” he commanded gently.
Kei crawled forward on her knees without a shred of hesitation, her violet eyes shining with complete devotion.
Her slender, delicate fingers eagerly reached for the button of his trousers, unzipping them with a careful slowness.
She peeled the fabric away, revealing his massive, thick cock and heavy ball sacks into the cool air of the bedroom.
The sheer size of his rigid member made Ai quietly gasp, her half-irish features draining of color as the reality of the situation fully sank in.
Kei immediately wrapped both of her petite, feminine hands around his shaft, pumping it with a tight, rhythmic stroke that made the thick veins on his cock throb wildly.
Slick.
Slick.
“Hmmm… ugh…” Makoto groaned softly, his masculine pride swelling as he watched her devotion.
“Kei, give Ai a live demonstration on how to properly handle it. She needs to learn how to please me.”
“Mm…” Kei nodded shyly.
She leaned forward, bringing her face close to his crotch.
She pressed a soft, wet kiss to the leaking tip before expertly sliding her rosy lips over the thick head, taking him deep into her mouth to show Ai exactly how to perform a perfect blowjob.
Smooch.
Slick.
Makoto’s fingers weaved into Kei’s long blonde hair, gently guiding her steady, bobbing rhythm.
Ai watched the display in a complete trance, her lips parting slightly as a sudden, confusing heat began to rise in her own lower abdomen.
Sensing her hesitation, Makoto reached down and gently but firmly placed his hand on the back of Ai’s head, pressing her face closer to his throbbing length.
“Your turn, Ai. Take care of the rest,” he commanded softly.
Ai stiffened for a fraction of a second, but her deeply ingrained obedience took over.
She knelt down right beside Kei, her blonde hair brushing against Kei’s face as she parted her lips, hesitantly licking down the side of his shaft before swirling her wet tongue around his heavy, low-hanging balls to please him.
Slick.
Slurp.
“Ah… urgghhh…” Makoto inhaled sharply, the intense, combined sensations of two gorgeous girls serving his cock at once sending a rush of heat straight to his core.
He allowed them to suck and lick him for several minutes, slowly building the tension in the room before he tapped their shoulders.
He looked down at their beautiful, flushed faces, his gaze dark with desire.
“Now, use your upper parts. Sandwich my cock together for me.”
Kei immediately leaned in tightly against Ai, using her hands to push her own breasts forward to create a tight, soft crevice.
Ai, however, shrank back slightly in intense embarrassment; her own upper parts were on the smaller, more modest side, making it incredibly difficult to mimic Kei’s ample display.
“I… Master, it’s a bit…” Ai murmured, her voice trembling as she struggled to press her modest chest against Kei’s, trying her absolute best to squeeze his thick length between them.
“Just like that, Ai. Hold it tight,” Makoto encouraged, thoroughly enjoying her shy flustering as he slid his thick length back and forth against their combined skin.
“Does it feel good, Makoto? Is it tight enough?” Kei asked softly, her eyes dazed with focus as she squeezed her chest even tighter, completely intent on maximizing his pleasure.
Smack.
Slick.
Makoto reached down, his hands finding the crisp fabric of Ai’s maid uniform.
With a firm, deliberate pull, he partially tore the front of her outfit, exposing her pale, delicate skin and her pert, blushing breasts.
He slid his large hand down her torso, reaching beneath her skirt to find her hidden bottom part, discarding her underwear to reveal a completely hairless and plump, puffy pussy that throbbed with nervous anticipation.
His long fingers pressed directly into her center, finding her already dripping wet from the overwhelming visual stimulation.
He began to rhythmically pump two fingers inside her tight, virgin pussy, slowly stretching the puffy folds to prepare her body for what was to come.
Slick.
Splat.
“Ah! Urgghhh… Master… please…” Ai cried out softly, her fingers clawing weakly at the mattress as the wet friction inside her built to a fever pitch.
Satisfied that she was sufficiently prepared, Makoto lifted Ai further onto the bed, gently positioning her on her hands and knees in a front-facing position.
He guided his thick, rigid length right to her tight entrance and, with a smooth, steady push, began to bury himself inside her.
Thud.
Splat.
“AAAAH! Oh god!” Ai screamed quietly, her body arching violently as he broke through her maidenhood, filling her completely.
A few bright drops of crimson blood stained the pristine white sheets beneath her thighs, marking her first time.
Makoto paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his massive size, before he began to pace his thrusts with a fierce, rhythmic momentum.
His heavy ball sacks smacked firmly against her thighs, the sound echoing in the quiet bedroom as he leaned down to lick and bite her exposed breasts, soothing her pain with intense pleasure.
Smack.
Thud.
Splat.
Seeing all of his attention focused entirely on Ai, Kei felt a sudden, childish pang of envy.
She crawled up behind Makoto’s shifting form, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his muscular back, hugging him from behind as he continued to plunge into the maid.
As she moved, her pulled-up skirt revealed her own lower part, adorned with a beautiful, thin layer of golden pubic hair that shimmered in the dim light.
Kei pressed her body close, raining desperate, sweet kisses all over his neck and ears, whimpering softly into his skin to draw his attention back to her.
“Don’t forget about me, Makoto… ahnn… I want to feel you too…” she pleaded submissively.
“I won’t, Kei,” Makoto murmured, his stamina completely unyielding.
Intent on taking care of his women first, he intentionally held back his own climax, keeping his pace steady and punishing.
He drove deep into Ai, hitting her sweetest spot repeatedly until the maid’s cries turned into desperate wails of pleasure, her hairless, puffy pussy clenching violently around him as she crashed into a shattering orgasm.
Splat.
Thud.
“I-I…mmm…”
Ai collapsed weakly onto the pillows, panting heavily as her body trembled from the release.
But Makoto’s erection didn’t fade in the slightest; his immense, beast-like stamina kept him completely rigid.
He pulled out of Ai, leaving her leaking, and immediately repositioned both girls, placing them right on top of each other in a tangled heap of blonde hair and pale skin.
He immediately lined his thick cock up with Kei’s tight entrance, sliding past her thin layer of golden pubic hair and burying himself to the hilt inside her. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping(.)com.
Kei gasped, her legs locking around his waist as he began to hammer into her with relentless, deep thrusts.
Smack.
Splat.
“Ah! Ah! Makoto, yes! Right there!” Kei cried out, her head tossing back.
Makoto kept up the fierce rhythm, refusing to let himself finish until he felt her internal walls violently squeeze his shaft.
With a loud, final moan, Kei’s body seized up as she fell over the edge into a massive climax of her own.
Only then, with both girls thoroughly satisfied and spent, did Makoto let his own restraint break.
He accelerated his pace for a final few powerful strokes, buried his massive length into them, and released a thick, hot torrent deep inside.
Splat.
Thud.
…
For the rest of the night, the bedroom was filled with the continuous, wet sounds of his relentless passion.
He shifted between Kei and Ai repeatedly, showing no signs of slowing down as the hours ticked away into the darkness, drawing out the lovemaking for hours.
Smack.
Splat.
Thud.
“Please, Makoto… mercy… I can’t take any more…” Kei sobbed out softly, her body completely spent and trembling under his weight.
“Master… ahnn… stop…” Ai begged weakly from beneath them, her blue eyes fluttering shut from pure, unadulterated exhaustion.
Ignoring their soft pleas, driven by his absolute desire to possess them completely, Makoto continued to take them through the night until both girls finally drifted off to sleep beneath his heavy, rhythmic movements.
<NSFW End>
Morning.
A thin ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and spilled into the room.
Hayashi Makoto slowly opened his eyes.
But before his vision fully cleared, what woke up first was his sense of touch—warmth, moisture.
And a rhythmic contraction.
A tingling numbness that reached deep into his bones made him take a deep breath.
In the relatively narrow bedroom, besides the wisps of incense used to set the mood, there was also the sweet, musky scent of a girl’s arousal being steamed by the air conditioner’s heat, all of which he inhaled.
“Good morning, Master.”
“…Morning, Ai.”
Hayasaka Ai had already gotten up.
He squinted, and his slightly scattered gaze quickly focused on the beautiful sight sitting on his waist.
Hayasaka Ai’s pale, cold body was coated in a faint golden glow in the morning light, her long golden hair draped down, rising and falling like waves of golden sand.
Today was the weekend again.
A full week had passed since Hayasaka Ai was sent to Makoto’s side.
Relationships between people were complicated.
A single week of living together was naturally not enough for him and Hayasaka Ai to build some deep emotional bond.
However, Makoto could already confirm one thing.
He could confirm one thing: Hayasaka Ai, this maid, was exceptionally capable and easy to use in every sense!
He sighed and raised his right hand.
Ai understood, also raising her left hand to interlock fingers with his right, transmitting her own moist body heat.
After an unknown amount of time…
Ring ring ring!
The alarm clock on the desk suddenly rang.
It was the one used to wake Karuizawa Kei for school; today being the weekend, Kei-chan had probably forgotten to cancel it.
At the moment the alarm rang, Hayasaka Ai finally stopped her movements out of exhaustion, sitting in a duck-sit position with her head tilted back, a long-suppressed whimper finally spilling from her throat.
After resting for several minutes, Hayasaka Ai groaned as she reluctantly stood up, wiped her mouth to clear the lingering liquid, and withdrew.
“Please wait a moment. I will prepare breakfast.”
“Wait. Come back here.”
But Hayasaka Ai only tied up her side ponytail and said calmly, “There is an old saying: if one is too greedy, one cannot chew properly.”
A faint, mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
“I have already received enough of Master’s favor this morning. Thank you for your kindness.”
Makoto was amused despite himself.
“You’re running away now?!” He pointed at his hardest, most defiant spot.
“I haven’t even given you your reward yet! Why are you running!?”
“Ahara~”
The young maid’s smile gained a hint of playfulness.
“I truly cannot accept any more of Master’s reward right now. Please excuse me. I will go to the kitchen first.”
“This morning, I prepared Chinese-style tea snacks that you like.”
Watching Hayasaka Ai leave and close the door, Makoto could not help smiling and shaking his head.
One week was not enough to build deep affection.
But it was enough for two people to roughly understand each other’s personalities.
On top of that, Hayasaka Ai was exceptionally good at reading people.
Because of that, she had figured out her new master’s temperament even faster than Karuizawa Kei.
A maid who was absolutely respectful and stiff was not his favorite type.
A maid who worked cleanly and efficiently, never dragged her feet, but had a little temper and a little mischief in daily life while still obeying in important matters…
That was the kind of maid he liked.
So now, Hayasaka Ai would occasionally tease him.
This was part of the fun…
and the reason she refused the reward was simply because Hayasaka Ai was afraid of getting pregnant.
“If she doesn’t want it, Kei, do you?”
Makoto started poking Karuizawa Kei beside him.
When she slept, she liked using his left arm as a pillow.
Whether she was pretending to sleep or not could not fool him.
“…”
“Makoto, I’m your official girlfriend, right?”
She had originally thought she would not get jealous.
But how could a woman in love not feel jealousy?
“Of course. You’re my girlfriend.”
“What about Ai?”
“My maid.”
“Th-Then my place in your heart is higher than hers, right?”
Kei looked at him with a complicated expression.
“Why are you giving me what she refused?”
“She’s afraid.”
Makoto smiled.
“Are you afraid?”
“I-I’m afraid too. I still want to go to school.”
Karuizawa Kei’s expression was a bit complicated.
They used to use safety measures, but recently, for some reason, her boyfriend didn’t wear anything every single time, and even confidently claimed things that challenged biological common sense, like “if he doesn’t want a child, she’ll absolutely never get pregnant.”
In reality, after obtaining an immortal body, Makoto did indeed have that kind of ability.
“Kei…”
He revealed a smile.
Although that smile was gentle, Karuizawa Kei felt a faint sense of danger.
“Tsk. You actually don’t want to give me a child.”
“That’s not it!”
The girl immediately sat up and loudly refuted him.
But her voice quickly lowered again.
“It’s just… I think it’s too early.”
“After a few years…”
“No, after I graduate from high school!”
“At that time, if you want a child, I’ll…”
Her face turned bright red.
“I’ll give you one.”
Her tone was shy and embarrassed.
But beneath that embarrassment, there was also determination.
It was the kind of determination that came from choosing one person and never changing.
The girl secretly raised her head and glanced at him.
When she saw Makoto staring at her with a strange smile, and remembered the bold thing she had just said, Karuizawa Kei’s face flushed all the way to her ears.
“Kei, you really are…”
“Aaaahhh, what am I even saying?!” She shouted in embarrassment, trying to muddle through with cuteness.
But a hand suddenly pressed against the back of her head, shoving her down.
“Don’t talk, just eat.”
The girl, her mouth suddenly filled, almost lost her breath.
She rolled her eyes and bared her teeth, trying to look fierce at Makoto.
Unfortunately, Kei-chan really didn’t have that temperament; instead, she looked quite silly, currently resembling a clumsy dog being choked by a sausage.
After a while, the bedroom finally quieted down again.
…
“Today’s breakfast was really rich and delicious. Thank you, Ai.”
“This is what I should do. I am glad you liked it.”
Weekend morning.
Shibuya streets.
Karuizawa Kei and Hayasaka Ai were shopping together.
Both girls had blond hair.
Today, they had also both changed into pure-style fashionable gyaru outfits.
At a glance, they looked like a pair of close sisters.
Their relationship was indeed quite good.
Another part was because, after spending a week under the same roof and fighting together on the same bed every day, they had gradually built up a deep sense of camaraderie.
“Speaking of which…”
Looking at Hayasaka Ai, who had tied her jacket around her waist, Karuizawa Kei lowered her voice and giggled.
“Makoto-kun really seems to like this kind of outfit on us. You saw it too, right? Last night, his impatient look, that gaze… it was scary, as if he wanted to devour both of us.”
“…Master probably just likes that.”
Last night had been the double-gyaru play.
Makoto wasn’t interested in gyarus in the real-world sense, but pure-style gyarus packaged through a anime filter were very stimulating to him.
Coincidentally, both Karuizawa Kei and Hayasaka Ai had slight gyaru attributes.
One was cheerful and the other was indifferent; together, it was a double stimulation of fire and ice.
“Tonight, why don’t we do this…”
Like a love guru, Karuizawa Kei leaned close to Hayasaka Ai’s ear and whispered a private plan.
Hayasaka Ai’s face turned a little red as she listened.
She suddenly looked at this golden retriever with new respect.
“Wouldn’t that make Master think it’s a little too… bold?”
“He’ll only be happy!”
Kei was just about to add a few more lines.
Suddenly, she heard a somewhat familiar voice.
That voice instantly dragged out the nightmare she had thought she had already forgotten.
“Well, well. Isn’t this Karuizawa?”
Several gyaru girls with smoky makeup were looking at her from a short distance away.
After confirming that she was indeed the pitiful girl they had once bullied, the girls all revealed malicious smiles.
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