Heart of the Infiltrators
(Senran Kagura x Male Reader)
Chapter 64: Intimacy
May 9 – "Let it out. Hold no reservations with those you'd open up to."
Having gone through the entire day while keeping an unbroken poker face, the young man idly went about his schoolwork as the clocks ticked down toward the end of Saturday. While he, himself, did not know of whether he was excited or frightened for what was to come, he knew that it could not be pushed back anymore. After all, even if it was a nerve-racking thought to be in sexual bed with five or seven other women, it was something that the young man wanted and it was something that the other participants wanted. Even if he did find the answer to what had him so held up in the first place, which he still couldn't rightly place, he didn't think tarrying was an option he wanted to take any longer.
So, when the final bell rang, the young man was about to take the most direct path out of the school so that he could make his way home, where at least one of his lovers would certainly be waiting for him, if there past antics were anything to go by. But as he was in the process of standing himself up and about to make his march, he felt the gentle thump of a hand to his back and turned to find Takatsukasa standing down at him. No words were exchanged at all. The larger student just looked down to the young man before giving a respectful nod, hoping that a "good luck" of sorts was conveyed. Not being a mind reader, in the traditional sense, the young man didn't fully get it but still felt some kind of sentiment. So, he returned the nod and was about to make for the exit again.
Then Miss Osatani, who taught a different subject at the end of the day, popped her head into the room and made direct eye contact with the young man. With an unreadable face, she nodded her head and stuck a thumb into the air before disappearing as suddenly as she came in by retreating out the door. Though he was a bit confused at first, the young man quickly realized that she knew of what his plans were for the evening and began to quietly panic about how he'd somehow let the information slip. But just as he was about to start pulling his own hair, he remembered a particular circumstance and turned toward Takatsukasa with a sour face. In the face of this, the student shrugged at the young man, thinking it was perfectly natural to share information on what he'd been doing the other night, especially after canceling a date in order to do so.
Before he could let himself wind up a frustrated tirade, the smaller boy quickly figured that it wouldn't be worth ripping into Takatsukasa about. If nothing else, provided he survived the night to come, the young man could just rub his nose in the fact that he'd been with several women for his first time. Without further delay, he strutted to the door and began to make his way down the hallway to go home.
"Am I truly hiding behind something that I can't see or am I just making excuses again?"
With Asuka caught between their shoulders, Katsuragi and Ayame were cheerily making their way down the sidewalk as they grinned in anticipation for the night to come. While their knowledge of sexual subject matter was far from little, they'd never participated in anything of the like beyond mere groping and were excited to see if there was any substance in the constant subject of their jokes. Plus, raising the exhilaration immensely, was the fact that they were going to be having a taste of what it was like with both men and women. After all, with him being the lone male participating, the young man couldn't be expected to cater to everyone all at once. So, while awaiting their own personal romp with him, Katsuragi and Ayame both felt as though the other females would be free game.
At the same time, as the two girls let out cheeky laughs of victory at both of her sides, Asuka wasn't too sure of what to think. If she listened to nearly everyone else, she was in for a good time; if she looked at articles on the internet and listened to the jokes on TV sitcoms, she was in for an experience that would only menial at best. On top of all that, far above any other potential worry that she could have, Asuka was still caught on the fact that she was going to be taking part in the first place.
It wasn't as though she'd never confronted the idea of sex, especially in the world that she lived in. Asuka saw the racy advertisements online, she learned some slang from Katsuragi, and she knew that adults didn't always just cuddle and sleep when the lights went out on a movie or show. Even if she was unknowingly oblivious to the words of a suggestive context that came out of her own mouth at times, the brunette wasn't blind or deaf to the subject matter nor was she made nervous by it alone. Rather, it was more or less the fact that she didn't know what to expect. Would she feel pain that would have to be worked through or would it sort of hurt but have a more pleasurable feeling to wash it away? Would it not hurt at all and be full of pleasure or would it just be some mindless sensation that could be ignored completely? After hearing it from several different perspectives from various sources, she didn't know what was coming and that was what scared her.
The only that she did know was that Homura and a few others in her group wanted to do it… Perhaps the young man also truly wanted to do it at heart, just as his eventually yield would imply… So, even though she knew that none of those things obligated her to do so, Asuka was willing to give the night a try. If nothing else, just so that she could see the merry faces of everyone she loved in what would be a close and intimate moment.
"No, there's something there… My mind simply doesn't want to confront it."
Making sure to keep a couple of certain small boxes tucked away into her pockets, Homura smiled to herself once more in the mirror that hung upon the wall of the young man's bathroom. Though it wasn't coming about how she plotted it, her loving night would finally be coming by. Some guilt still ate at her as she thought about the way she'd been shoving the young man toward the goal but, if at all possible, she would be sure to talk with him in private before the act could be done. At that moment, she wanted nothing else than to go absolutely wild with him, Asuka, and even everyone else that would be participating. Like an everlasting candy that she'd just gotten from the store, she was thinking about how she wanted to cherish the experience and make the most of it so that it would be the ultimate night to remember. But if there was a true reservation beyond mere nervousness that was eating away at anyone, Homura didn't think she'd forgive herself without talking it through with him and perhaps the others.
Though no one other than the young man needed much convincing, aside from Murasaki, whose participation was a coin toss at that point. Without a doubt, Yumi and Miyabi definitely wanted in, Katsuragi and Ayame were more than eager to take part, and Asuka had lightly expressed interest in the past. So, that only left the young man and whatever was eating away at him, which left Homura uneasy. Where Murasaki and her anxiety could be worked through, there wasn't even a visible hint as to what was holding back the boy and, as much as she wanted to ignore all of the complicated parts, Homura would have to talk it through with him. The thought of it was a bit scary, considering the fact that she was more of an action girl at heart and communication wasn't always her strongest suit, but she would still do her utmost.
"I hate to think about deeper pressing issues… Anytime I do some kind of deeper search of myself, I feel like I'm searching for excuses that no one wants to hear."
Troubled by the fact that she wasn't even on the way to the young man's apartment at that point, where she'd hoped to gussy herself up and practice her lines of seduction, Yumi held back a tired sigh and answered for the umpteenth time while tapping her shoe against the exit of Gessen Academy, "I'm sleeping over. I'll handle anything that needs handling when I'm back. If there's trouble, call me. There's no issue here."
"There is-," started Yozakura as she riled herself up a bit before taking a breath. She pinched the bridge of her nose and quickly said, "I mean… I'm just saying that sleepovers between boys and girls… have the capability to turn inappropriate."
"And?" came a straight retort from Yumi, "Where would the issue in that be?" Trying not to have a more suggestive image of the young man in her mind, the girl clutched a fist and raised it to the side of her head, "We're a couple, we can consent, and we're not mindless."
"But, you know" Yozakura gently pressed with an easing pair of hands in the air, "those sorts of activities just… don't seem like you. Does that make sense?"
"Not really," shrugged Yumi as she defiantly closed her eyes and looked away, "considering the fact that, regardless of what seems like me or not, I have my own wishes." She then spoke with emphasis on every syllable, "And – if – we – so – choose…" before continuing frankly, "he, everyone else, and I will make that decision without reservation."
Yozakura blinked a few times before asking, "Wait, will everyone else be there?"
"Yes."
A few stutters broke out, "But-, wait, if what you're saying-, why are you talking like-," before the girl blurted, "Are you guys really plotting that!?"
"Sex? Yes," stated Yumi, who sounded completely unashamed and unwilling to hide it anymore.
Letting out a small broken noise, Yozakura went pale before crumpling down to the floor to sit and stare off into space. She remembered all of the regal imaginings and formal airs that her sister gave off and then looked up to find reality. Knowing that she was facing a losing argument, Yozakura rested her head onto a hand and commented, "All righty… Have a good time…"
"I'm certain that I will," returned Yumi in a pleasant voice before she added, "Please, don't notify Ikaruga this time as she will certainly cause unnecessary drama."
"Will do," murmured Yozakura plainly, still wrapping her head around the idea that Yumi was excited for what seemed to be such an indecent activity, "I learned my lesson after last time."
Yumi nodded, "Please, have a good night. There should be some leftovers in the fridge but, if that's not enough, I've left some frozen food in the basement freezer and some assortment of canned items in the pantry."
"Thank you for being so kind. Please, also make sure to enjoy your night," commented a brain-fried Yozakura, whose image of her sister was shifting drastically.
Without another word, Yumi left out the door with a grandly cheery hum and left her sister to whatever she was thinking about. Though she felt bad to leave the girl behind in such a state, she couldn't abandon what would be a wonderful night over what she considered to be the equivalent of a gentle tantrum. So, Yozakura sat at the entranceway for a while, wondering about all of the other potentially indecent escapades her sister had potentially gotten into, before Minori eventually popped her head around one corner of the hallway. The bright girl tilted herself to the side in brief confusion before turning around and shouting, "Shiki? Yozakura looks like Murakumo did a couple of days ago. Should I move her from the floor?"
"Maybe it's not even the fact that it's potential excuses. Maybe it's just that sharing that kind of information is scary in and of itself."
As she walked down the sidewalk, Miyabi's eyes kept dancing between looking forward to glancing beside her. She wanted to say something that could break up the wall of tension that was building up but, when it came to her companion, that was always a difficult thing to do. It was only intensified by the gloomy air coming from her expression, which was pulled into a small frown with her eyes focused forward. So, after running a hand through her hair and trying to muster a gentle voice, Miyabi finally commented, "You know that no one will blame you if you truly don't want to take part."
"I'm just going to try it…" muttered Murasaki, who's eyelids looked heavy from what looked to be a lack of sleep and severe anxiety. As if to annunciate her point, she held up her hand and pinched her fingers together, "A little bit. I'll go a little bit."
Miyabi stared before her voice came out quiet and awkward, "I… don't think this is the kind of thing that can be done… in a littlish way…"
"It can be," retorted Murasaki's empty voice before she pinched her fingers in the air, "I'm only going to do it a little bit… If I don't like it, you guys can continue and I'll eat snacks in the living room…"
Miyabi didn't want to sour the girl's plan, one which was certainly built up to mentally protect herself from whatever she feared in sex. Plus, not really believing that there was anything painful or frightening to be had in sex beyond inexperience, the women didn't think Murasaki would back away if she truly managed to get herself started. But, if only to keep talking and keep her own anxious thoughts at bay, Miyabi still couldn't help but say again, "I truly don't think there's a midway point… I imagine it's a matter of… he's not… in you and then, well, he is."
"Stop," said Murasaki as she plugged her ears and closed her eyes, "Stop, stop, stop. I don't wanna hear it. I'll try it and stop if I don't wanna go further. La-la-la, la-di-da. Can't hear anymore. Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na…"
Realizing that she would have to take the silence, Miyabi nodded in respect of the girl's wishes. She kept her head high and straight, thinking about all that there wasn't to fear in the night to come. The young man would, without a doubt, be as warm and receptive as he always was. Maybe there would be remarks and bickering among one another but none of it would be mean-spirited and it would only serve to break apart whatever tension that would build. In fact, with more confident girls like Yumi and Katsuragi taking part, there would be a lead for Miyabi to follow. No, the room for lasting screwups that would shake the foundation of their relationship were extremely minimal.
Then Miyabi asked herself about what would happen if that minimal chance came to pass. Considering all of the unlikely things that have happened in her life, maybe the threat wasn't so far after all. Immediately, Miyabi's face matched Murasaki's and the two were walking down the sidewalk with narrow-eyed fright as they anticipated whatever horrific accident that was to come.
"Ah… Actually… that may very well be it…"
Looking upon the front door to his apartment, the young man found himself pausing in thought. He knew there would be no retreat when he entered and, despite the uncomfortable education he got the other day, he was very much so going to be out of his element. If the young man was thrown off and left jittery when five women confessed to him and he took part in starting a polyamorous relationship, he was going to become the equivalent of a duckling swimming into gator territory whenever the activities started. Perhaps he'd make it out on the other end with only a few frightened breaths to tell how truly scared he was but he'd be just fine. There was also a chance that he'd take a wrong turn or curiosity would bid him to make a stupid move and he'd be struggling out of the apartment without any functioning limbs.
Interrupting his thoughts, the young man heard a door down the hallway creak open and turned his head to find Sato peeking her eyes out. His immediate instinct was to snap at her for whatever reason he could find before another thought occurred to him. After taking a moment to remember that sex was stereotypically very loud, he was going to offer some kind of warning to the girl and offer the suggestion of earplugs before his words got caught in his throat. Though he wanted to spare them both what would be an awkward air later on, was there any truly right way to say, "Oh, I'll be having a sixsome or eightsome in here. It might get loud. Toodles."
Then, if only to see what would be a hilarious reaction, the young man was about to say those very words before his own front door was swung open and Homura greeted him with a bright and beaming smile. The boy felt himself partially melt by what was a very genuinely cute sight but, after remembering the context of their situation, he couldn't help but feel a bit like he was missing something. Still, deciding to forget the welling tension to greet her, the young man started to say, "Good to see-," before Homura snapped her hand onto his wrist and pulled him inside, leaving Sato to gaze out of her door in confusion for a few seconds more. She then shrugged and decided to go back inside to play her mobile game.
At the same time, the young man was pulled into a deep and welcoming kiss that threw his mind into static through the entire duration, which was much longer than the average welcome home kiss. When Homura finally popped herself away and continued to grin at him brightly, he could only feel his head spin at a rate that matched the spiraling cosmos above. Random subjects coursed through his mind, joys and concerns kept prodding the side of his head, and a growing weight that he welcomed began to rest on his shoulders. Then, upon realizing that nothing was being initiated yet, the boy blinked and stared idly at Homura. As her smile began to ever so slightly falter in the face of his silence, he scratched his neck and tried to think of something to say before a wayward concern suddenly smacked him in the face. Without any warning or prompting, the young man exclaimed, "I didn't buy condoms!" before he whipped himself around, "I'll be-," and realized that he had no money to buy what he needed.
Just as her lover's upper lip fell and covered the lower, Homura grabbed his shoulder and spun him back around to face her. When he shrunk down a bit in embarrassment of his self-perceived failure, she used her free hand to prod him on the cheek and said, "I believe that I've already got you covered," before she pointed to the side of the room, where a purple box waited on the counter under a glimmering kitchen light. Sitting right next to it was also a bright bottle of contraceptive pills.
"Ah…" mumbled the young man as his head shrunk a bit lower, "…thanks for handling that-, those-, that stuff."
As a memory ran across her mind, Homura let out a small nervous laugh and spoke in a way that was meant to sound cheeky, "I hope it's-, well, here's hoping the… wraps are the right size," before she broke down into some aimless stutters, "You know, I never realized there were different sizes-, I mean, it makes sense. One size won't fit all, after all… alrighty…" She paused for a second before adding, "I didn't know what would fit your… you. I settled on what the counter person suggested was the average size-, not to say that you're average or that I think you'll be average!" Her hands waved around as she overthought the implications of her actions and words, "I don't think you'll be-, you know, I'm confident…" before her arms settled to her sides and she muttered, "Sorry if they don't fit."
Surprised to see what he thought was a confident start on Homura's part crumble beneath her own words, the young man took a moment to process the change in attitude before raising up one of his hands, "No, that'll be perfect. I'm-, as much as I'd say otherwise in a joke, I am pretty average in that department… So… good call."
A forced chuckle came from Homura's throat before she cleared it and stumbled, "I-, when I got here-, sorry for barging my way in, by the way."
"Don't worry, don't worry. My door's open to you and everyone else. Plus, I'm already used to it," answered the young man with a face that lacked any surprise, seeing as he'd already anticipated as much.
"Thank you, thank you," murmured Homura before she mustered herself together and stated frankly, "Anyways, I came in earlier and I searched for Chomubach to pet her and kill some time… But I couldn't find her." She flipped her hand into the air, "I can hear a meow on occasion-," before she was cut off.
The young man nodded his head and quickly explained, "She disappears on occasion." He shrugged his shoulders up, "I don't know how, considering the fact that the windows are usually closed and there's no holes in the walls… but she'll do this sometime before I get home from school and it'll be a few hours before I see her." He gestured his head to the side, "If you ask me, I suspect she found a way into Sato's apartment and is being rewarded with treats for it."
"Oh, that'd make… some sense," Homura shrugged. She then clapped her hands together and turned herself around, "Well, let's take a seat. Everyone should be here shortly…" Then, as if she'd gotten a sudden case of the chills, her whole body shook and brought a surprised yelp from her before she stated, "The anticipation is killing me…" She then turned around and forced out a laugh, "I was hoping I'd be more gung-ho but, I won't lie, I'm actually getting a bit nervous."
Knowing exactly what she was talking about, the young man asked, "You're doing that thing where you imagine every possible terrible outcome despite how unlikely they are to actually happen?"
"Yup. You too?"
"Mhm. I imagine we're not alone in that regard."
"Are you talking about Asuka?"
"Her and Miyabi, I'd bet. Murasaki too, if she's taking part."
Forgetting about her original plan to sit at the table for a moment, Homura scratched her cheek and thought about what she really wanted to say as it all came to mind. The young man noticed her faltering expression, especially as a weighted frown started to spread across her cheeks, but also noticed the growing conflict within her eyes as they darted from side to side. Opting against the risk of pushing her, he simply gave the girl a nod and waited for her to gather whatever she wanted to say.
Then Homura stammered as she struggled to meet his eyes, "I didn't-, when you said you were okay with us doing this the other day, I didn't…" before she had to take a breath. She then spoke as frankly as she possibly could, "If you feel like you were forced into this because anyone, namely I, pushed you to do so…" Homura then met his eyes and said as earnestly as she possibly could, "If you'd like to, you can back out."
Not expecting the out that she was giving him, the young man felt his head slowly recoil back as several thoughts came to him. Though, despite the amount of them screaming for him to take the opportunity to call quits, he answered the girl frankly, "I won't hold back… You did come at me pretty hard about this." He scratched his cheek and looked to the side as he continued, "Not to mention the fact that Yumi's bathtub scheme very nearly threw me over my limit."
Quickly after his last sentence, Homura nodded her head and quietly said, "I'm sorry for that."
"Well, there's some good luck in it," remarked the young man as he put on a soft smile for the girl and watched the curiosity rise onto her face. He then stated frankly, "I should apologize too, seeing as I haven't been as honest as I should have." After letting out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding, the boy stated frankly, "In truth, I've wanted to do this with you all. Aside from… whatever I said the about the ultimate fantasy-, something about a disco, I don't know… Aside from that, the ultimate fantasy for me is, indeed, to be with all of you… except, aside from our usual antics, we'd all be naked and in a warm bed."
Thrown off by his confirmation that he wanted to be there, Homura tilted her head to the side and stumbled, "Ah… really…?"
"Really and truly," answered the young man as he got himself back on track, "Though, I probably would have kept dodging it if Katsuragi didn't break down all of my excuses." He sucked in a breath and said with the utmost finality, "I'm sorry for hiding behind, as she rightly called them, half-truths… and even if the methods which brought us to this point were… more extreme than they should have been, I'm still glad that we got to this point."
Feeling relief that she wasn't forcing the young man into bed with her, Homura let out a long breath of relief before her eyes relaxedly settled on him. She took a few steps toward him and cautiously opened up her arms, to which the boy also opened up his, and they both wrapped one another into a hug. They stayed like that for a few moments and enjoyed the feeling of one another's company before Homura finally dared to ask, "So, if you don't mind me pressing a bit more, what was it that had you so against taking part in the first place?"
Just as the young man was about to answer, he then suddenly felt several eyes on them and looked to the bedroom door to find everyone else in the relationship, including Katsuragi and Ayame, watching from around the corner with large and curious eyes. Thinking that the mood could still be salvaged, Asuka quickly called over in a hushed voice, "No, no. Keep going. This is cute."
As everyone else started to bob their heads, either in agreement that the scene was cute or because they were wondering how the young man would answer, he quickly narrowed his eyes on them and snarked, "Why are you all acting sneaky like a bunch of creepers? Come on, this is your stage too."
"Welp," came a guttural sound from Katsuragi, "mood's ruined," before she strutted into the room with her arms spread out, "But, before we break away into our normal antics, can I get a hug too?"
As everyone else followed behind the blonde, the young man narrowed his eyes on her and asked, "Are you actually a part of the relationship or are you here on a casual basis?"
Katsuragi stared at him blankly for a second before dropping her arms and shrugging, "I am casually a part of the relationship."
Toward the back, Miyabi pinched the bridge of her nose, "We agreed on letting her in the other day," before she tossed a glare to Asuka.
The brunette quickly raised up her hands and faced the young man, "I felt bad about leaving her out after she was brought so far in…!" before her body faltered and teetered back and forth, "So… first we had to go about settling the disagreement…"
"And how did you do that?" asked the young man.
Katsuragi let out a haughty laugh, "They had me fight Homura right there in the bathroom since she was the one who brought me in," before she crossed her arms victoriously, "I suppose it was there way of trying to get her to make things right… But guess who won."
Remembering the horrible defeat on her part, Homura's face burned red with rage and she barely held back as she seethed, "You know you cheated! There was nothing fair about that fight!"
"Just because we were fighting naked-," started Katsuragi before she turned back to the young man, "oh, by the way, this took place immediately after you left. We were still naked." She then turned back to Homura, "Just because we were fighting naked, where I am in my all-natural element, doesn't make me a cheater. It just makes you stupid for challenging me in the first place."
"So…" rumbled the young man as he kept the image of the two women fighting nakedly out of his head, "you fought each other, Katsuragi won, now she's… with us?"
"Nope, that just gave her the potential to be with us," started Yumi as she also stared at Asuka with Miyabi, "There had to be someone whom she was with romantically…" As the level of tension emanating from the two began to rise exponentially, the girl then added with an extreme layer of passive-aggression, "We are a serious relationship after all…"
Feeling as though she were getting ripped apart mentally by a pack of wolves, Asuka's face scrunched up as she squeaked out, "…I felt bad… and Katsuragi was giving me puppy eyes…" Hoping for some kind of solace, she locked her eyes on the young man and quietly spoke after a sniff, "…She never gives puppy eyes unless she really, really wants something…"
Murasaki turned her head to the side and whispered to herself, "Apparently, you never got the lesson that pity is the worst reason to date someone…"
At the same time, the young man was simply staring at Asuka with sharp eyes before he eventually asked straightly, "Do you actually want Katsuragi as part of your relationship or should we have a less-than-fun talk with her?"
Upon hearing that her standing was being questioned, the blonde extended a pleading hand out toward the boy as she spoke with clear panic tinged into her tone, "Hey! I'm already in! You can't just kick me out when I've gotten this far! That breaks the rules!"
At that point, Miyabi turned her scrutinizing gaze on Katsuragi and said just above a growl, "What rules?"
"The rules," answered back the girl plainly before she threw a finger into the air, "except, you know, with more emphasis on 'the' so that it sounds more intense… T~H~E~ rules."
"I don't think that makes sense," stated Miyabi before she covered her face, "but I'd really like to cut past the arguing."
During their back and forth, Asuka was standing in place and shuffling from one side to the other. Her eyes faced the young man's and glanced toward Katsuragi, not looking at her in the same way as she did everyone else in the relationship but also not looking at her like she would a friend. So, unable to truly make up her mind, Asuka answered the young man by saying, "I don't mind being with Katsuragi…" Feeling a couple of better words to describe her thoughts, she snapped her head up a bit straighter and explained, "While I don't love-love her in the same way I do with everyone else… I wouldn't say I just love her like a friend either…"
"She loves me casually," chipped in Katsuragi with a glow in her eye, eager to take whatever advantage she could take, "just like how I love all of you on a casual basis." A hushed and depressing moan was heard off to the side and everyone turned to find that Ayame had lowered her head in the face of her best friend's comment. Not taking it too seriously, especially since the girl was known for her acting and feints, Katsuragi immediately quipped, "Right. I love everyone but Ayame on a casual basis. She gets special privileges for being my protégé."
While Ayame bobbed her head up and down with satisfaction, the young man wasn't entirely convinced when it came to Katsuragi's role in the group but, at the same time, it was Asuka's choice and he'd only step in if he saw some kind of harm coming her or anyone else's way. Besides, even if he did want to interfere, he didn't know how to go about it without dealing unnecessary damage in his words. So, he nodded toward Katsuragi, "Your circumstances are confusing," and extended a hand toward her, "but welcome to the relationship." Then, for the sake of breaking the ice, he quickly added, "and that's with great emphasis on 'the' so that it's more intense. T~H~E~…"
The blonde took his hand and gripped it harshly as she stared at him, "Horse ass…"
Yumi then approached the young man from behind and asked cautiously, "So… she and Ayame will be taking part?"
"If nothing else," responded the boy, "it'll be Asuka's choice since she'll be their primary partner."
Katsuragi's eyes flashed viciously before she started to madly snicker. When Yumi and the young man looked to her with raised brows, the blonde stated simply, "You speak in such a way that suggests that Asuka will be getting all of the attention from your two residential harassers… Oh-ho-ho no~…" She then pointed a taunting finger and waggled it back and forth, "I tell you this, we're all part of the same group now. As far as Ayame and I can tell, you're all free targets."
"What?" muttered the young man.
Not really paying attention to what Katsuragi was saying, Homura held her head with a hand and said, "Anyways, I'd like to refocus onto a different subject."
"No," said the young man urgently, "I think something needs to be explained to the sex offender."
"Sexual harasser," corrected Katsuragi as she shook her head, "There's a difference."
"We'll, I dunno, let her and Ayame play with our boobs for a bit," stated Homura with eyes that lacked seriousness, "That'll keep them away from you for a while… maybe…" After a couple of second's worth of pause, she then said, "Honestly, Asuka has already let the tigers into our cave. We'll all have to roll with it at this point."
The young man stared blankly before he raised a hand and squeamishly peeped, "Objection…?"
Katsuragi threw her fist into the air and cheered, "Overruled!"
"Plus," started Homura with a small shifted of her body toward the young man, "we didn't finish talking earlier." Her eyes remained soft but they did not falter as she asked, "You were going to explain to me earlier about what was holding-, what was truly holding you back."
Setting aside the subject of Katsuragi and Ayame, everyone's curious eyes settled onto the young man. He very nearly retreated back a step but, knowing what he wanted and what they wanted, he couldn't keep them waiting anymore. After a few seconds of thought, he opened his mouth and closed it shortly after. He tried again, failed, and remained silent for a moment. Despite having sat on it for as long as he did, he still did not have a proper answer… but, as he settled his eyes onto everyone and gave them an earnest nod, he could still voice his thoughts.
"I can't say that I know for sure."
The door to the young man's bedroom was opened and everyone slowly trekked inside, checking under the bed and through the sheets for Chomubach to make sure she wouldn't be hurt by the coming event. Once the room was safe and secure, they all settled themselves onto the bed and realized that it was a few sizes too small for eight people. There was a brief and awkward pause before Katsuragi noted that they'd all be climbing on top of one another anyway and that they'd just have to be careful to not let anyone fall. While all of the shinobi, who were at ease in any risky situation with acrobatics as a fallback, were all in favor, the young man was a bit more nervous about someone suffering a potential injury. But, not wanting to disrupt the flow that they seemingly started, he remained quiet.
"I know that I'm supposed to be the guy who's self-aware and knows wants going on with everyone mentally… I mean, look at what I've been trying to do for you guys. Mental stuff is supposed to be the core of my work."
As they all sat on the bed and let it creak under their combined weight, no one truly knew how to start. Even Katsuragi and Ayame, who'd been exchanging innuendos on the way in, looked like deer in front of headlights as no one took the lead. Eventually, after figuring that they were all in his living space, the young man decided to assume some responsibility and moved to take the lead by craning his head forward to a random person. His intention was to kiss them and hope that everyone else would follow suit with one another, though that plan wouldn't make too much sense if he took the time to think about it. But, before any contact could be made with his randomly picked partner, who happened to be Asuka, Yumi gathered all of the courage she'd been building through the week and quickly pounced toward him with her arms locking onto his elbows.
"No, I still don't have a sure answer… but, if you'd care to hear it, I do have a line of thought that I've been following these last few days."
Pressing the young man down into the bed while she looked down to him, Yumi took a few heavy breaths and braced to crane herself down to lock her lips onto his. Then, coming in unexpectedly out of left field with a critical hit, Asuka suddenly dived in and pressed her lips into the boy's. Yumi's face quickly fell and she raised a defeated hand into the air as she was about to object before Homura flanked the other side of the boy and proceeded to kiss his temple. Remembering a very similar circumstance in the past, Yumi let out a long groan from her throat and was forced to wait until she could have her own opportunity.
"Now… it's like I said way back when we made peace… I don't believe in sob stories, I don't want pity… So, don't go thinking that's what I'm looking for when I tell you all this. This is just the line of one possible explanation."
Suddenly, completely in sync like the predators they were, Katsuragi launched and locked her hands onto Asuka's body and began to wildly feel around as Ayame clung onto Homura and hung on for dear life. As loud protests cried from the girls' throats while they were being pulled away, Miyabi and Murasaki were about to take their place. They moved to kiss the young man and, upon realizing that they couldn't simultaneously claim his lips, began to aggressively stare at one another. They then realized their mutual error when they turned and realized that their other competitor, Yumi, had seized the opportunity and was attacking the boy's face with all of the love that she had.
"So, you know my circumstances. My brother did something horrible and, unwilling to compromise their own familial beliefs, my family opted to defend him. When someone had to go forward to defend him, I was chosen and no one argued otherwise. Family defends family after all…"
After some minutes passed, Miyabi was actively trying to pull Yumi away while Murasaki simply settled for laying next to the young man and nuzzling her face into his neck. It was only when Katsuragi and Ayame ceased their grabbing on Asuka and Homura that the greedy girl's assault could finally be ended by prying her away. When they checked to see that the young man was still breathing, Miyabi was allowed to claim her own long kiss.
"Now, that doesn't directly relate to what's going on here… Well, it might-, I don't know if there's an actual term or anything for it. These thoughts are still a work-in-progress for me."
Once Miyabi finally parted away, the young man very quickly realized that he was being a very inactive partner, albeit not of his own decision. Deciding to rectify that problem, he turned his head toward Murasaki and softly touched his lips into hers. They lasted a few seconds until Katsuragi apologized and gripped his shoulders to pull him away. Once the young man was facing her and after Murasaki let out a few protests, Katsuragi gripped the boy's cheeks and gave a few taunts. She then stole a kiss and then tilted his head toward Ayame, who gave a more laidback greeting, before she gave a lighthearted smooch as well.
"So, when everyone turned their back to me, I lost that family and that little… community…? Is that the word? Regardless, I lost it and said good riddance, walking along as high and mighty as I much as I could."
Acting quickly before he could be stolen away again, Murasaki knabbed the boy's shoulders and held him down as she delivered a payload of small kisses, all while everyone else had stopped moving. Once the young man was let up and faced everyone around, he took in their expressions. Asuka, Murasaki, and Miyabi were red in the face like people who were thrown into a game without knowing the rules, Ayame and Homura looked like they were putting on strong faces in the face of some confusion, all while Katsuragi and Yumi exchanged a glance with one another, as though they were shaking hands, and trained their eyes onto everyone around them. The young man suddenly remembered what they were all trying to do in the first place and braced for whatever they silently communicated.
"Of course, even if I don't truly miss them, there is a part of me that misses what I partly had… Even though I spent about five years away from home, a part of me still thought of them as family… and it still hurt to walk away."
In one swift movement, Katsuragi locked one of her hands down to her thigh before launching it straight upward. As it rocketed into the air, she grabbed both the edge of her skirt and the hem of her shirt to pull them upward. Though the latter item of her uniform had to be slightly torn at the seam along the way, both articles of clothing were thrown into the air above her head and she stood proudly in her underwear with a lecherous grin spreading across her face. At the same time, Yumi wasn't nearly as quick and was going through the steps of unbuttoning the jacket of her uniform as quickly as she possibly could. Taking it as a cue that they were all supposed to making some kind of progress, everyone else also began to awkwardly undress.
"I have no regrets in doing so but I went from receiving constant calls or texts of my mother talking about how much she missed me or my father promising he would always be there, despite my decision to not be an infiltrator, to none at all."
As the young man pulled off his own shirt and unbuckled his pants, he began to panic as he wondered about what step he was supposed to take next. While he had the techniques that he was shown the other day, he had no idea how to build up to those things beyond hugs and kisses. But just doing those two things again seemed like too little an effort when he thought about what they were trying to build up to. A simple touch of the lips or an embrace of the arms could communicate a lot of love, of course, but could it truly be enough when he was supposed to be showing just how far his affection and desire for everyone went? He didn't know and, regardless of what he knew about sex, he had nothing to go on. So, like any person trapped in a corner, he found himself acting first and thinking only shortly after.
"So, once the dust settled… I kept my head high and met all of you."
Just as Homura managed to pry off her jeans and let her hair down, she found the young man walking on his knees toward her in a manner that betrayed the fear he was feeling inside. With a composed face that showed no weakness, he parted his lips as he reached one of his hands to her shoulder and gently gripped on. The girl tilted her head to the side and watched as the young man wrapped his other hand to the back of her neck. In one swift movement afterward, he pulled himself and Homura closer and gave her a deep kiss. Not long into it, a pair of arms belonging to Asuka wrapped the two up from the side held them close as she nuzzled her head into them as much as possible. Then, just as Homura pulled away to give the smaller brunette some attention, Murasaki slowly edged to the young man from behind and locked her arms around his stomach as she pressed herself into him. At the same time, Katsuragi and Ayame had turned on Miyabi and Yumi and were attacking with all of the excitement they could let out.
"I'm still amazed by how far we came in such a short time. We met just over a month ago, fought one another for days after the fact, made a temporary alliance when the distortion was too much, and solidified ourselves as friends the next day… Then came the affection."
Not at all knowing what she was doing, Murasaki simply clung herself onto the young man and listened to everything that was happening around. From the kiss that Asuka and Homura were messily sharing to the cries that Miyabi and Yumi were letting out as their breasts and butts were prodded, grabbed, squeezed, and jiggled around by carnivorous hands. Then she turned the focus onto herself and wondered what she was supposed to be doing. Murasaki thought about doing something sultry that she saw in a cartoon and moved to bite the young man's ear before her worries beckoned her away. After a few seconds, she thought of whispering something sweet to him to remind him of her love but she was too worried that it was a cheesy move. Just as a third idea began to well up in her sulking head, the young man turned his head around as much as he could and gave her a gentle stare. Then, completely on instinct alone, Murasaki removed her arms from his stomach and locked onto his neck as she pulled him backward into her so that she could kiss him. Unfortunately for her, he also pulled along Homura and Asuka.
"I still remember how stressed out I was when I either realized you guys liked me or when you outright confessed. Throw in all that was happening in the meantime and I was brought to a breaking point. Then the infiltrators came in, we kicked them back, and we became official after the fact."
Instantly regretting her decision, Murasaki was briefly crushed under the weight of three people before they managed to lift themselves up to check on her. After a few assuring words were exchanged, the young man craned himself down to kiss her lovingly and had a brief epiphany as he did so. Either through a deliberate attempt to seem modest in an immodest scenario or through the fact that he was used to hanging out with the girls, he failed to notice the fact that he was in bed with seven women with the largest breasts he'd ever seen. From there, several thoughts assaulted the young man as he chided himself for being a pervert but also silently argued that this event in particular was the appropriate time to be a pervert. Throughout the civil war in his head, the boy found himself averting his eyes from everyone else in fear of the fact that he may only stare at their chests.
"Through it all, you guys treated me like I've always been a part of your group. Just as you'd hug or argue with one another, I find myself doing the same… and even through whatever harsh words we have, even if they actually hurt for the moment, I can sense love behind them."
Though Asuka, Homura, and Murasaki were worried by the young man's suddenly bashful behavior, Katsuragi caught the conflicted expression on his face just as she was about to rip away Miyabi's bra. Recognizing it as the same expression as she once saw on Ayame, a girl who was not always the protégé harasser that she'd been made into, the blonde released her prey and stalked toward the young man with a sly grin. When his eyes met hers, she responded by unclipping and yanking her bra off before jumping forward. In a second's time, the boy's face was completely buried by the girl's breasts as she began to taunt him for his chivalrous perversion. When she pulled away to let him breath, she then planted her face onto his and did everything she possibly could to press the entirety of her body into him, even going as far as to start grabbing at and pulling down her underwear.
"Even when we're taking sides against each other and making mockeries of ourselves over small issues, I feel so much love. In fact, the way I've been wording it to myself is that I feel wanted. We all, free of familial obligation, want to be with one another."
As Ayame finally simmered down from her fun with Yumi and everyone else processed Katsuragi's bold move, something much more apparent to them was being made known from the young man's lower half. In response, almost everyone froze up in confusion of what was supposed to come next… or, rather, they knew what was supposed to come next but weren't sure about who was supposed be the brave soul to go forward and experience the unknown. Homura looked unsure as she questioned whether or not she was totally prepared to make the move while Asuka and Murasaki looked too frightened to dare themselves forward. At the same time, Ayame opted to wait out Katsuragi's kiss so she could be asked for guidance as Miyabi looked tempted to make the move before she remembered her fears from earlier.
"In fact, I'd say that was the thing that got me to join this relationship in the first place. Though I believe me being polyamorous and, presumably still, almost all of you being monogamous is a recipe for some kind of future disaster, you all showed me how much I was wanted."
The only one who looked eager was Yumi, who was gazing around to everyone else for confirmation. She held no fear of the act itself and believed herself to be more than ready to commence it but, if only to keep the peace, she wasn't wholeheartedly sure about whether or not anyone would be angry with her if she made the move without asking first. Much to her immense delight, everyone silently shook their heads and gestured for her to be the first. Yumi was so caught up in the excitement that she nearly fumbled to pull off her underwear before she advanced with the intention to undress the young man the rest of the way.
"Don't be mistaken. I do love all of you each for yourselves. There is nothing more honest than the praise I have for all of you. It just so happens that the final hook for me was the realization of that wanting… I'm not sure how that sounds to all of you but I know that must sound kind of bad…"
Just as Katsuragi was using her hand to playfully pinch the young man's cheek while the other went through his hair, he let out a sudden squeak of alarm. Being one who was used to such sounds during her groping sessions, she let out a small snort in the middle of her kiss and continued on like nothing else was happening. It was only when the young man began to squirm that she realized something was up and turned around to find Yumi pulling his underpants down and taking a wrapped condom from Homura's hand. Knowing what was about to come next, Katsuragi gave the young man a few merry jeers before laying herself off to the side and pressing his chest down with one hand while wrapping her free arm around his neck.
"Now… I found myself with all of you so soon after I walked away from my family, I kept one thing in mind. That I wasn't going to be that one angsty character in every cartoon with the same plotline. I was going to and will continue to trust all of you and will keep myself opened up."
As Katsuragi laid beside the young man and rubbed the side of her head into his, Yumi began to climb over him with a wide-eyed look of adoration. In that moment, despite all of the other people in the room that were either stripping down or as naked as could be, her mind was exclusively set on the boy and claiming him as her own. Even if their relationship meant that he also belonged to others, he was going to be entirely hers in just a few moments. As she was about to rest down onto him, the young man was going down a completely different train of thought. He remembered his lessons from the other day and how he was warned to save himself for last, lest he risked his body shutting down into sleep after the fact and left everyone else hanging. Protests began to burn on the edge of his tongue but, as he finally found some kind of word to say, the act was done.
"I love all of you and I won't ever let myself or any of you doubt that."
As Yumi let out a small cry of glee and the young man let out a breathless noise, the two remained absolutely silent for a few seconds. In the meantime, everyone else was circled around the boy, looking down to him with the warmest eyes possible to remind him again how much he was loved. Asuka angled herself behind his head and had Katsuragi hold him up so that her thighs could act as a pillow underneath and Homura laid on the unclaimed patch of bed next to him so that she could also cuddle up. Ayame, having turned her attention to Murasaki, clung onto the girl's back as she sat herself next to the young man's feet and let out an occasional squeak due to the grabby hands. Then Miyabi sat on her knees right beside Yumi and watched as the next act commenced. Realizing himself as the center of attention in that moment, the young man's mind struggled to think of what he was meant to do as a mix of pleasure and insecurity ate at him.
"In addition to that, I also trust all of you with my very life."
Having finally adjusted herself to the new sensations and position that she adopted, Yumi then began to slowly but surely bounce herself up and down while her lover's hips were giving small bucks in return. After a few solid seconds of a rhythm, it all proved to be too much and she found herself flopping down to the young man hug his face and kiss with everything that she had. The movement continued with the two making noise into one another's mouths, with neither able to bring themselves to break apart the kiss, all while everyone else pressed themselves closer around them. Between the surrounding bodies and the fact that everyone's hair was let down, the young man was completely blinded as his throat was conquered by Yumi's exponentially increasing enthusiasm. From the baseline sensation of their connection to all of the stimulation that he was receiving in that moment, the boy didn't last long after that and his body shook as an otherworldly pleasure enveloped his very being.
"So, that brings me to… why I couldn't bring myself to bed all of you… at least, not all at once."
Though Yumi didn't reach the same climactic feeling that the young man did, she broke away from her kiss to slightly sit up and watch as he was practically writhing from the pleasure. Happy that he was so thoroughly pleased, the girl rested herself against him with the belief that it was over and was satisfied that she had been able to connect with him in such a way. As she relaxed, everyone else adopted unsure looks of what to do next, especially after the young man's explanation on how painful it could be for a man to press on after the first few climaxes. In the meantime, the young man was fighting desperately against every bodily instinct within him that was telling him to sleep. Though his eyes were still rolled up in pleasure, and would remain so as Yumi continued to adjust herself while he was still inside her, he barely managed to hang on long enough to get a second wind.
"Now, I can only guess or speculate at this point… because I really and truly don't know. I spotted all of the other things I mentioned and, however off it felt to confirm those as my reasons, I thought those half-truths were all there was to it."
Yumi was thoroughly surprised when the young man began to push against her. She sat up and found that, despite what looked to be a face on the verge of some strange form of exhaustion, the boy was adopting a more determined look in his eye. He then looked to Homura and gestured for her to scoot over slightly while promising that she would be next, though he never voice his intentions. Then, as soon as Homura was off to the side and staring curiously, the young man mustered all of his strength and attempted to roll Yumi onto her back. Unfortunately for him, between how tired his body was and the fact that the girl was much stronger, she didn't move an inch. But, understanding where he wanted her, Yumi stood off of him and laid onto her back with curious eyes.
"But one thing that I noticed was that I couldn't really confront the idea of being with all of you simultaneously. Whenever I envisioned it, it was always… something along the lines of 'Okay, first it'll be you… then you, then you' and that sort of thing."
Pulling himself up next to her, the young man sucked in a breath and did his utmost to clear his mind of all the pleasure that was still rattling it. Then he muttered under his breath in a tongue of gibberish as he remembered all of the lessons that Takatsukasa taught him. His goal began to clear itself up and the young man fully remembered that he wanted to be a pleasant partner for the girls and that he would do anything to prove himself worthy of such a title, even if they didn't explicitly say that they wanted him to. So, while looking Yumi dead in the eye, the young man raised up one of his hands while the other snaked around her shoulder. After a brief pause, his thumb flattened itself to be perpendicular to his middle finger. Then his index finger and pinky split way from the remaining two as his eyes began to glow with intensity. Needless to say, Yumi was very confused and let out a quick squeak as he inched closer.
"For whatever reason, no matter how hard I tried to picture it in any fantasy that came to mind, I just couldn't see us all being together in one bed."
A loud and shrill cry of pleasure echoed through the wall as Sato sat on a kitchen chair and leaned her head onto her hand as she rested her elbow on the table. Nearby, Chomubach was staring into the air blankly as she was trying to process whatever strange ritual was taking place. Seconds later, the young man's name was cried in a broken voice that could have easily been confused for someone getting murdered. In response Sato buried her head into her arms and prayed that it would all end soon.
"So… and this is just speculation… maybe I'm just-, after what happened with my family, maybe there's a part of me that is trying to make me take this slow."
A different cry, one that was also mixed with an elated laugh of near-madness, echoed through the wall. Several words after the fact revealed that it was Homura, though Sato had no desire to picture whatever was happening. She wanted to continue on with her night, mindlessly completing the daily challenges and getting slightly annoyed at the advertisements on her mobile games. Instead, she was being treated to the worst kind of pornography. Were it not for the fact that she almost killed the young man and attempted it again after the fact, she would have started to smack the walls to quiet everyone down. Instead, she retrieved a blanket from her bedroom and proceeded to wrap it all around her head to muffle the noise, leaving Chomubach to herself as the noise only got louder.
"It's not telling me to not trust any of you at all… but it could just be saying, you know, that I just lost a whole large group of people that I somewhat trusted before… and it may just be asking if I want to take that risk again or if I'd rather take it slowly with each of you."
As Homura breathed heavily into his ear as his hand continued to work her away, Murasaki was guided to lay next to the young man. While she remained still in her jittery state, Katsuragi was kind enough to guide the boy's free hand to her purple-haired friend's pelvis so that he could better share the magic. As that was all happening, Ayame found herself feeling up the boy. Whether it was trying to get a grip beneath the butt that her best friend had so much praise for or running a hand over his stomach and legs, she found herself curious about the tinier differences in anatomy between men and women. Though she wasn't terribly impressed, seeing as she had her overall preference set in stone, she was certainly pleased enough to continue her touches. Not long after, she was surprised to see a mighty act of reinvigoration on his lower half steadily rise up.
"So, that's where I'm at now. I don't know what had me so held up and, now that we made it this far, I don't think I will. After all, I don't think I could fully understand whatever mindset I had without being back in it… and after already promising myself to you guys tonight, Hell is going to have throw a play about demon's on ice before I go back to thinking like that."
Wanting to feel whatever it was that brought about such pleasure earlier, Asuka searched around for wherever Homura had left the box of condoms and produced one with a fully red face. But, much to her shock, Yumi had also already grabbed one at some point and was prepping to remount the young man again. Not willing to let herself or everyone else be skipped, Asuka bumped into the side of the girl and threw what she thought to be an intimidating look her way. In actuality, Yumi turned to find the girl pouting at her with stern eyes and figured that her attempt to claim another round was effectively uprooted. So, she sat herself aside and watched as the brunette shakily went about sitting on top of the young man before guiding himself into her.
"I want this and, if you guys do too, I will never go back to whatever was holding me back from all of you."
Though the young man continued to move his fingers, he found himself letting out a moan as Asuka repeated the same movements that Yumi had performed earlier. His mind was empty but it was also running from one idea to another. The most prevalent thought, however, was the fact that he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself going if he was attacked again by pleasurable sensations of the same magnitude as before. Knowing that the night was still very young with the sun still over the horizon, he tried to summon the strength to lift Asuka off so that he could last as long as everyone else. But, since that would require him to release Homura and Murasaki and his mind was too all over the place to focus on whatever he needed to do to last as long as needed, the young man could only watch as the girl cried and smiled ecstatically as they pleasured one another. Then, as if she was preparing to put the final nail in the coffin, Miyabi had crawled around everyone else and laid just behind the young man's head. She raised her hands and played with his hair, ears, and cheeks for a bit before moving her lips over his to take them as her own.
"I love you all."
Unable to withstand it any longer, the young man bucked up his hips as his eyes rolled up one last time before his vision started to fade. He made a sound that echoed into Miyabi's throat and he could still feel Asuka bouncing up and down on top of him, which only further maddened the pleasure attacking him, before it all started to go blank. His hands continued to move for a bit longer and he could hear Katsuragi and Ayame as they made some jokes about the situation, not that he'd ever be able to recall them. Then his head went slack in Miyabi's hold as a round of hands stroked against his chest, either to show him love or to rouse him for another round. Regardless of the reason, the young man was pushed to his limit and fell into a warm sleep.
"Really and truly… I love you all… so, so much."
