The three girls stared at him.
Fizzle raised an eyebrow, her massive cum-covered tits still heaving.
“You were thinking about your date… while your cock was inside our pussies?”
Moon-Glow tilted her head, crystals sparkling.
“Or when you were exploding all over our tits?”
Yui, still flushed and lying on the floor, gave him a sweet but dangerous smile.
“Or when I was cumming while these two were licking me?”
Jake’s face turned bright red.
He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“I—we only started dating today,” he stammered, his internal filter having clearly resigned in protest.
“We haven’t even had a real date.
My first conversation with her was… me being stark naked and… well, masturbating in front of her and her friends… wait.” He blinked.
“Oops.
My internal monologue is currently conducting a very loud, very public town hall meeting.”
Yui sat up, a move that involved a disconcerting amount of glistening motion, and fixed him with a look that was equal parts protective maternal instinct and a shark that had just spotted a bleeding swimmer.
“You’d better treat her like fine porcelain, Jake,” she said, her voice soft enough to be a lullaby but sharp enough to slice bread.
“Mayuko is my best friend.
We share everything, including opinions on your survival.
If you hurt her, I’ll ensure your next public humiliation makes today look like a casual afternoon tea.”
Fizzle smirked, wiping a thick, pearlescent glob of cum off her breast with a languid swipe of her thumb.
“Yeah, don’t fuck it up, newbie,” she crooned, her voice dropping into a register that suggested she knew exactly where the bodies were buried.
“Mayuko’s too good for some cheap, crypto-scam kind of pump-and-dump.
She deserves to have those tits of hers properly cherished, not treated like a volatile market asset.”
She leaned forward, her elfin ears twitching with a predatory amusement, letting her heavy, doughy curves sway with a soft, hypnotic rhythm.
“If you’re going to handle her, you do it right.
You give her the devotion she’s worth.
You make sure she’s absolutely drenched, head to toe, in the kind of thick, heavy coating that shows everyone exactly who she belongs to.”
She flicked another droplet of fluid from her nipple, her gaze locking onto Jake’s with the intensity of a predator who had just spotted an easy mark.
A steady, consistent deposit of your own essence until she’s practically dripping with it.
That’s how you treat a girl like that—you make sure she’s never left dry.”
Jake blinked, his brain clearly struggling to reconcile the sudden shift from academic scrutiny to the high-stakes emotional management of his new relationship.
He stood there, a glistening mess of confusion and genuine, if misplaced, earnestness.
“I… I understand,” he stammered, his eyes darting toward the floor as if the puddle of evidence might offer some advice.
“I will… make sure she isn’t left dry.
I’ll make it my primary focus.
I promise to keep looking at her pussy, over and over, just to make absolutely sure it stays wet.”
The room went silent, the sort of silence that usually precedes a volcanic eruption or the cancellation of a popular television show.
Moon-Glow, who had been meticulously cleaning a rogue droplet from one of her ear-crystals with a look of extreme aesthetic judgment, stopped dead.
She stared at Jake with a mixture of profound pity and absolute, icy disdain.
She let out a long, shuddering sigh that seemed to deflate the very air around her.
“Oh, you poor, malfunctioning simpleton,” she murmured, her voice dripping with the sort of sarcasm that could peel paint off a wall.
She tilted her head, the crystals in her ears catching the overhead lights and casting fractured, jagged rainbows across her bare shoulders.
“That isn’t what she meant, you utter vacuum of social grace.
We are talking about emotional depth, courtship, and the slow, deliberate art of devotion—not a constant, high-frequency surveillance mission of her genitalia.”
Moon-Glow flicked cum off one of her crystals with elegant disdain.
“Try to keep your dick out your hand for at least one actual date.”
Jake stared at them, his eyes wide and panicked.
The prospect of an entire evening without the familiar, grounding friction of his own palm seemed to him like an expedition into the Arctic without a coat.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the dampness of the room.
“I… I don’t think I can do that,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a genuine, raw terror.
The room went deathly still.
Fizzle’s elfin ears stopped twitching, and Yui’s predatory smirk faltered, replaced by a look of stunned, wide-eyed realization.
Moon-Glow let out a slow, sharp breath, the sharp edges of her expression melting into something uncharacteristically soft.
“He’s not joking,” she breathed, her voice barely a hush.
“He’s actually terrified of the idea of being with her without the physical safety net.”
She reached out, tracing a line through the sweat on his chest.
“It’s not just a lack of manners,” she murmured, her eyes dark with intensity.
“He’s so completely gone for her that he’s scared his own hands won’t know what to do if they aren’t occupied with his own pleasure.
He wants to give her everything, and he’s afraid he won’t be enough without the… the immediate proof of his desire.”
Fizzle let out a soft, misty-eyed whimper, her doughy curves trembling.
“Oh, that’s just… it’s the most pathetic, beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
He’s not a pervert, he’s a romantic in the most disastrous, literal sense.”
Moon-Glow stepped forward, her regal posture losing its edge.
She looked at Jake with a gaze that was almost tender.
“You idiot,” she said, though the venom had been completely replaced by a strange sort of awe.
“Don’t you see?
You’re so desperate to show her your devotion that you think the physical is the only language you speak.
It sounds a lot like love, you absolute fool.”
Yui nodded, her smile now gentle, almost maternal.
“Yes.
It sounds a lot like love.”
Professor Halloway, meanwhile, was walking around the lecture hall with a clipboard and a strange, almost proud expression.
He stepped carefully over the huge floods of cum, pussy juice, and sweat that covered large sections of the floor like a biological disaster zone.
“Remarkable,” he muttered, dipping a finger into a particularly large puddle.
“The volume… the viscosity… the sheer enthusiasm.
This might be a record for a single lecture.
I’ll need to write a paper on this.”
Jake took one last look at the sticky battlefield, the three glistening girls, and the professor happily cataloging fluids, then slowly backed toward the door.
“I’m… gonna go now.”
He turned and practically fled the lecture hall, face burning, heart racing, and mind replaying everything that had just happened.
As he walked down the hallway — still completely naked, phone in hand, and covered in questionable substances — he muttered to himself:
“…This is my life now.”
Behind him, he could still hear Fizzle and Moon-Glow arguing with Yui about who got the most cum, while Halloway continued his very dedicated scientific inspection of the floor.
Jake didn’t look back.