"So, Ren Amamiya, or would you prefer Joker?" the goddess in human form asked her guest as she loosed the thin satin cord holding her negligee together. "Do you like what you see?" The cord fell apart, the garment it tied following soon after to fully reveal the pale expanse of skin beneath. Even though the fabric was sheer and thus transparent regardless, the greater exposure of her body was severely more erotic even if Ren could already see it all. The poor attempt at discretion making the willing reveal paradoxically more daring. The fact that he could see her wine-coloured nipples through the pale satin did nothing to undermine the complete reveal of the central column of her body from neck to navel. Let alone the strip of russet pubic hair forming a trail toward her barely hidden nether regions.
Even if his mouth had begun to salivate at the captivating sight before him, Sachiko took another two steps toward the bed, toward him, before she shrugged her robe off entirely, letting it pool around her feet, leaving herself completely bare for him. For his viewing pleasure.
Much as he would like to pretend otherwise, he was indeed very pleased at the view.
And she could tell. "It seems you do like what you see," she smirks, her eyes lidded, making promises of what might happen here.
Ren realised at that comment exactly how hard he was, how painful and throbbing his erection was in that very moment. As he beheld the naked form of a literal goddess of maidens, motherhood, sex and pleasure. He could practically feel the blood flowing away from where he needed it to where he subconsciously very much wanted it. "Sorry. Not interested," he forced out. It was a lie. They both knew it was a lie. But even a lie could be protection in a moment like this.
And so it proved as Sachiko released a very appealing sigh that did delightful things to her ample breasts. "That is disappointing. But maybe you are right. Maybe we should take it slow. We could just talk. Perhaps cuddle a little?" she asked hopefully.
"Do I even have a choice here?" he asked, having been dragged here in his dreams to the bed of his enemy. In fact, to the inside of his enemy if this really was the room the thieves had visited on their first day in this world.
"Of course you have a choice, Ren!" the goddess insisted, climbing on the bed to kneel at his side. "You always have a choice. I could just," she began, laying down on her side, "lay here next to you and we could talk. Maybe if you like, we could cuddle? I just want to get to know you. Do you not want to know me? It would be quite rude to seek my destruction without a care as to who I am."
"Easier though," he voiced, trying to keep his eyes focused on hers.
She giggled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, it would be easier. It is why I feel such difficulty in dealing with you and your compatriots. I know you all so well. And knowing people so intimately, I cannot help but love you all."
"Didn't you just say you wanted to get to know me?" Ren asked, finding a contradiction, "But now you say you know me intimately. Which is it?"
She smiled, propping her head up on her hand as she lay next to him. "Imagine you were able to watch the entirety of a person's life from beginning to end. You could see every moment that defined what defined them. Every formative experience that would determine how they would approach the world and the people in it. Do you believe you could learn more about who they are from that, or from a single conversation with them?" She didn't give him time to answer. "Who you are is defined as much by your own experience as by others' perception of you. Your new friend could likely tell you much of this phenomenon."
"Right," Ren spoke in a flat tone, "I get pulled here, naked, and you saunter up in sexy lingerie that you immediately take off to lie in bed naked with me. And I'm supposed to believe you just want to talk."
"I do not just want to talk," she corrected, raising one leg to allude to what she'd rather be doing, "But you are not interested in doing other things as well, so I am being considerate of your desires."
"You're just trying to manipulate me with sex appeal. You're being too obvious."
The goddess' avatar levelled a look at him. Understanding but patronising, as though looking down on him for his limited understanding. "First, thank you for acknowledging the appeal of this body. I worked hard to make it appealing but not outlandish or unattainable." She hefted one of her breasts on one hand, squeezing the soft flesh before letting it drop onto the other. "Though it would take a great deal of effort and luck," she added with a smirk. "Second, every action every human takes involving another person is manipulation. You said nothing when Futaba Sakura was about to take her memories back. Was that not manipulation?"
"Of course not!" he denied, bristling at what he took as an insult. "It wasn't my choice to make, it was hers!"
"And whether we enjoy each other's bodies is your choice," Sachiko nodded in agreement. "But I feel comfortable like this and so this is how I will remain. But tell me, did you truly allow her to make that choice because she deserved to make it? Or did you allow her to make that choice because you knew what she would choose?"
"That's ridiculous." Ren was clearly still angry, but he pushed it down for the sake of making his point. "I've been helping Futaba be more independent for months. I didn't interfere because it was important to her and I didn't want to undermine all the progress she's made."
The goddess smiled at him. "So you push away your anger when it is counterproductive. I learn things about you already. However, we have both suggested reasons for your inaction. I see no reason we cannot both be correct. I wonder if you will allow others the same freedom of choice when they are not so certain to follow your preferred course." She rolled onto her back, folded her arms around her breasts as she absently kicked her feet into the air. "But shall we take another example? Ann Takamaki. I admit she may be my favourites among your group. What is the phrase? She wears her heart on her sleeve?"
"Of course you're picking at my romantic relationships," the thief groused, looking toward the ceiling to not be distracted by her provocative posing. "What about her?"
"Romantic relationships?" Sachiko giggled. "Darling one, these are merely moments from the past two days. The intimacy of your relationship is coincidental. Though that is the crux of my question in this instance. She wishes to rekindle your romance. You, knowing more than she, asked that you take things slow."
"It's not fair to her," Ren argued before the goddess could insinuate anything. "She deserves to know how you manipulated her."
"Another reason I believe wholeheartedly," she spoke appreciatively. "And yet, it is a false option you presented. You will not take things slow. You will not take things at any pace. You intend to reclaim her lost memories, expecting she will rebuff you once you have done so. A tidy solution to the problem to avoid hurt feelings. And all it took was a single disingenuous offer."
Ren winced. It was the first accusation that he felt held water. Something that did his mood no favours. "Even if that was true, what's wrong with that? I don't want to hurt her or take advantage of her. She's had enough of that in her life. If it's for the best for everyone, what's wrong with it?"
The goddess shifted to lean toward him, speaking in his ear. "Exactly," she whispered into his ear, giggling as she returned to her previous position as he recoiled in shock. "Judging manipulation alone is an unfair standard. Every person manipulates every other person, whether for their own sake, the sake of others, or with no conscious motive behind it at all." With inhuman grace, she rose to her feet and stepped over his prone body to walk toward the window, staring serenely out at the world below, much the same as she had the first time Ren met her.
"What I want, what I made, is a world where these manipulations are a little more honest. While you cling to a world that valued hiding one's feelings, shackled them with secrecy and shame. So here I am. Manipulating you." She turned around, faced him completely open to him, hands behind her back, legs spread to present her naked body to him. "I am here. Naked. You could do whatever you like to me and I would be an eager participant. Or if you prefer, you could do nothing. But I am naked in body as well as soul. I want you to know me and to understand my intentions are benevolent. I do not want to hurt anyone. I simply want all to understand and feel love. That includes you."
"I had love before all this," Ren countered.
"You did," she nodded, disappointed. "You made one girl feel very special. But even now as you have opened her eyes to the old world, she chafes at the restraint it championed. You could have made several girls very happy. Instead you limited yourself to just one because that was what the world said you must do. For one who exerted so much effort to fight against the injustices of society, it took nothing at all to see you give in on that one."
"And I should give in to you instead?" he asked with open distrust.
"I wouldn't mind," she answered invitingly, holding her arms open to receive him. "I simply want you to do what you feel is right. What you feel is right."
The moment seemed to slow to a crawl as voices rang in Ren's head. Speaking words that he hadn't heard in such a long time.
"I am thou, thou art I. Thou hast acquired a new vow. It shall become the wings of rebellion that shed thy burdens of uncertainty."
Unlike before, when it was just Lavenza's voice even if he hadn't known it at the time, it had instead become a choir of six voices, only three of them familiar.
"With the birth of the Aeon Persona, we have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power."
He could certainly feel and understand that new power the attendants of the Velvet Room spoke of. Though he wasn't sure it would be a power he would ever use. "Wild Love". The power to negotiate with shadows via sex. Because of course.
The moment of infinity passed, Ren stayed right where he was despite Sachiko's beckoning hands. She smiled sadly in understanding. "I see. Another time then. For now, sleep. We shall see one another again soon. I look forward to it."
-(-)-
"I can't believe this place still exists," Sumire marvelled as she took in the palatial expanse before her. A familiar place, one she had visited only a couple of times during her brief tenure as one of the phantom thieves. The red, lights and stars that defined the decor of the Thieves Den.
It was an idea Ren had after his unexpected meeting with Xochiquetzal in his dreams. There were few places that would be outside her influence, that might even have a chance of avoiding her questionably omniscient observation. But the Thieves Den? It existed as a pocket of hidden space within the Metaverse. The cognition of the populace that the phantom thieves must have a secret hideout to plan their heists, and so they did. In the real world, and in the Metaverse. And ever since the real world hideout had been decided as Ren's room in Leblanc he had complete control of the Thieves Den. His own palace, in a sense. Defined by others. Defined by himself.
Who you are is defined as much by your own experience as by others' perception of you.
If only he could ignore how that echoed something Sachiko had said to him.
Still, knowing it still existed, there was no reason to not use it. And so Futaba had messaged everyone that she had secured their messaging group as she had last time, Ren had told everyone to find a place they felt safe and use the Metaverse app with the codeword 'Thieves Den'.
And so, here they were.
"What is this place?" Naoto asked, recognising it as a distorted space but uncertain why the others were so at ease. Her clothing choices had eased since they had all gathered last. Her school uniform had been adjusted to include a looser blouse that allowed room for her unbound chest, though otherwise she had maintained the boys' uniform. And here now she wore her casual wear of a yellow tie over a blue shirt that rode up thanks to the swell of her breasts.
"Ren's own personal hideout," Akechi told her over his shoulder as he approached the rail overlooking the statuary. "A hiding space, a museum to the thieves' accomplishments, a pleasant place to play a game of cards."
No one said anything, but as Akechi mentioned cards each person with experience of him as an opponent looked at him with narrowed eyes. Even Sumire.
"A private space in the Metaverse," Naoto surmised aloud, "To think, a place defined as the collective unconscious could have a secure and sealed space. It defies the entire concept. But," she looked around, her eyes finding the wall of pictures containing memories of the phantom thieves together, "I must admit, it's a superior meeting ground than my group had. We merely used the entrance to the TV world."
Ren frowned. "TV world?" he repeated out of confusion.
The detective's eyes widened. "Oh, I see. I never told you of the details of my own group's experiences, did I?"
"Well, there's no time like the present, right?" Sumire asked cheerily.
"I suppose there isn't," Naoto smiled as she hid her pleased expression under the brim of her cap.
"How about we discuss over cards?" Akechi suggested, feigning innocence.
"Strip Tycoon!" Futaba instantly suggested. Akechi hadn't even finished saying the word 'cards' yet. Ren eyed his girlfriend who also feigned innocence. What ulterior motive could she have for suggesting a stripping game with three people she'd be happy to see naked? And also Akechi but he didn't count and she'd pretty much pretend he wasn't there.
Naoto let out an amused hum. "I have no objections. It's nothing you all haven't seen already."
Ren offered no objection even as he gave Futaba some side-eye. Leaving only Sumire as the lone holdout. "Umm, sure?!" she gave her own overly strong agreement, also in the form of a question. "I guess, I mean, m-my leotard is pretty revealing anyway?"
"Great!" both Akechi and Futaba said at once, the latter glaring at the former after realising it. "Shall we then?" Akechi continued, leading the group to the game tables.
"How do the strip rules work?" Naoto asked as they all sat down.
"How about... Poor and Beggar give one and two pieces of clothing to the Rich and Tycoon respectively," Ren suggested, levelling a wary eye at Akechi as the other boy took up the deck of cards ready to deal.
"But you can't use them if you lose after!" Futaba interjected urgently. "You have to pay with your own clothes."
Sumire let out a high-pitched noise of concern.
"Well then," Akechi spoke up with a smug grin, "Shall we begin?" One by one he flicked a card at each player, starting with himself–
"Nope." Ren snatched the deck out of his hand. "Couldn't help yourself for even a single round, could you Akechi?" he asked as he flipped over the joker the villain had dealt himself with a second deal.
"Let's be honest, Amamiya," Akechi grinned unrepentantly as the deck was handed to Naoto, "It would have been your fault for giving me that much rope to hang you with."
"I suppose I can deal then," Naoto spoke, flicking out cards with similar dexterity but without cheating. "So, I admit I came into the picture quite late for my friends' escapades, at least so far as being deeply involved, though I am aware of the events leading up to that point even if Yu could give you a more detailed account. It began in the spring of 2011 when a corpse was found hanging from a television antenna. The body of a news announcer, Mayumi Yamano."
It was not a short story by any means. A murder mystery in a sleepy town in rural Japan involving not one but two red herring suspects. Three if one included the real culprit being controlled in some manner by a strange god-like being. Naoto herself quite deliberately did not count it that way though.
And so the game went on, the five of them casually chatting about the bizarre story, Naoto recalling moments such as being forcibly entered into a beauty pageant, or the visit to a famous inn and using their hot springs when the boys walked in. Horribly embarrassing in the moment but fond memories she could laugh about in hindsight.
And as they talked, the game went on.
... Poor Sumire.
She tried. The poor girl tried so very hard but she was terribly outmatched at that table. Three of the players geniuses, two of them detectives, two of them terrifyingly devious, all of them counting cards. Her only saving grace was always being toward the bottom of the rankings. As the other four players all fought for the top spot, there was always a Tycoon to be toppled and take the place of Beggar. At worst she would lose an item of clothing. But... The worst also happened almost every single round. Her one prize was to snag Ren's pants during one lucky round.
She clung to her last two cards. A King and seven, begging for the chance to finish before someone. She nervously watched the other players, Naoto in her underwear, completely unashamed. Ren pantsless and barefoot. Akechi missing only his tie and belt and infuriatingly smug about it. Futaba grinning ear to ear in only her panties, having worn the fewest items of clothing at the start. Each of them with a small pile of clothing as their prizes.
And there was Sumire wearing a full-body blush, her blue striped panties and nothing else. "K-King!" she threw out. If she won this, she could finish strong! She'd take the Rich title! Just as long as no one else–!
Her eye turned to Ren who... Gave her an apologetic shrug. No! "And I'm Joker."
"Were you holding that for the whole round just so you could finish by saying that?" Akechi asked.
"Maybe."
Sumire wasn't sure if she wanted to cry. But hope wasn't lost! Naoto still had two cards! So long as– "Pair sixes."
Her face fell.
"Well, I believe that makes me Beggar and Sakura the Tycoon," Akechi spoke as he kicked his feet. "Enjoy my shoes. Please be careful with them. They aren't cheap."
Futaba, none too happy to be getting Akechi's clothes at all sneered at the footwear he handed her. "I'll be sure to be real careful burning them."
"Ahahaha, don't burn my shoes."
"No promises." Her face brightened as she remembered the other outcome of the game. "As for Rich and Poor, Sumire time to pay up! My boyfriend won your panties! Take 'em off!"
"Hmmmmf!" Sumire whined, realising exactly where her last intimate item of clothing was going to go. It was better than Akechi. And... Probably better than Futaba too, she had realised during this game. The other redhead wasn't the slightest bit subtle about checking her out. Ren's keen interest was also apparent. He sent his girlfriend a chiding look for being so pushy but it was clear in his gaze that he was very much interested in what was about to happen.
And somehow in that look, she found a reason to be a little bit bold.
With a centring breath, she stood from her chair, stepped away and slid her panties down over the curve of her backside to let them fall down her legs. Stepping out and quickly gathering them, she took a step toward Ren and handed him the wadded cloth, trying not to think about the dark spot she saw when they were at her feet.
"Waxed. Nice."
The gymnast squirmed at Futaba's comment as she returned to her seat. "It's for gymnastics."
"Is that a thing?" the gremlin asked. "I have no idea if that's really a thing. Hang on," she pulled out her phone, "Oh shoot, no internet access here, I forgot."
"Well, guess I'm out!" Sumire shrugged with a sheepish smile.
"I don't see why you can't keep playing," Ren returned her shrug, looking at the other players, the other two girls down to their underwear at best. "I think the game's drawing to a close anyway." He was fairly sure neither boy was that adamant of seeing the other naked.
"Yeah, you can just play with favours!"
"Futaba..."
"Yeah, okay, I'll keep playing. Thank you, senpai," she offered him a shy little smile.
"Naoto, if you would?" The bluenette nodded, once again flicking cards around one by one. "So," Ren continued, "Who do we think we should go for next?"
Naoto sighed as she continued to deal. "My initial suggestion would have been Yu. However, Futaba's vault suggested something regarding how they work that would make him, or most any of my friends difficult."
"Are you referring to the location?" Akechi asked, getting a nod in response. "I see. Yes, that could pose a problem."
"What about the location?" Ren asked.
"Ren, your hunch was that Futaba's vault would be in the same place as her palace, yes?" the female detective asked. "A place that is an integral part of who she is. The conundrum lies in that being true for her in both worlds. Thus we don't know which world decides where the location of their memories will be based on."
"Ah, I hadn't considered that aspect," Akechi nodded along, taking up his hand and fanning the cards out. "I was assuming the location would be based on a place that defined them in the old world."
"That is one possibility," Naoto nodded. "The other would be easier. Everyone lives in Tokyo in this world. As such, the places that define them, with some exceptions, would likely all be in Tokyo. Finding out what those places might be would merely be a matter of investigating, getting to know the target. But should the scenario Akechi presents be correct, reaching them might prove difficult."
Futaba's eyes widened. "If we don't know them already, we'll never find them! They wouldn't remember even if they wanted to!"
Cards dropped on the table in twos, then ones, then threes, then ones again as they talked. "For the earliest group I don't know them well enough to even guess where their vaults might be. And for my own group, I know what most of my friends' would be but even they would pose their own problems. They'd be in Inaba."
"I have no idea where that is," Futaba admitted with a shrug.
"A small town several hours train journey to the west."
"That's a lot."
"Unfortunately," Akechi cut in, "the only way to determine for certain whether the location is based on the old world or the new would be to find someone whose vault would be in a different place for each." His head turned to look at Ren. "It seems our safest approach for now would be to continue restoring your friends, Amamiya."
"Even so," Ren shook his head, "We should work on laying the groundwork on others. Naoto's group in particular since we have a shot of restoring them even if it'll be tricky." He chuckled to himself. "Golden Week isn't that far off. I wouldn't mind going on a little field trip."
"I doubt we would be able to convince everyone in one go. It would probably take multiple trips."
"It was a joke, Naoto. We can work out the logistics when it matters."
"Ah, my apologies."
The dark-haired young man sniffed a laugh before throwing down four of a kind. "Revolution."
"Shit!" both Akechi and Futaba cursed at once, glaring at each other again.
"So whatever it turns out to be," Sumire spoke up, "We still need to be friendly enough with people they'd travel to these places with us, right?"
"Right," Ren answered. "I guess the phantom thieves friendship campaign is on."
"I volunteer for Risette!" Futaba raised her empty hand eagerly.
"Feel free. But I wouldn't call her by her stage name. If she is anything like she was in the old world, she may be resenting her idol identity at the moment," Naoto advised, dropping a pair of tens.
Ren dropped a pair of eights. "Eight stop." Then an ace. "I win."
"Reeeen!" Futaba whined, pouting as she stood and dropped her panties and threw them across the table at him. "Whatever. You can have my panties anytime anyway. Better than Jerkechi getting them."
Play continued between the remaining three for a few turns before, "Yes!" Sumire cheered, laying down a pair. "Yes! I'm Rich!"
Down to only Akechi and Naoto, it seemed a foregone conclusion who would fail. Akechi still holding far more cards. However, while he had rushed to discard his low cards before Ren's revolution, Naoto had started with very few low cards and had also spent them early. In the end, Akechi managed to hold out long enough to push Naoto into being unable to act. "Not the dominant finish I was hoping for but I'll take it," he said as he laid down a five, his last card.
With a defeated sigh, Naoto looked to Sumire. "Would you prefer my bra or panties?"
"U-Umm, no preference?" Sumire asked. The detective shrugged, dropping her panties and handing them to the blushing redhead who waved them away, "That's okay! I think the game's over anyway."
"Yeah, time to wrap things up," Ren rolled his shoulders. "Can I get my pants back?"
Sumire handed them over across the table. Thus began the careful accounting of who had whose clothing and returning it. Akechi received his shoes, catching them out of the air after Futaba threw them at him, then his tie from Naoto and quickly bid his own goodbye.
"This was... Fun," said Naoto, smiling as she redressed herself, taking her hat back from Futaba. "I admit, I've felt a little... lost, since regaining myself. Knowing my friends have no idea who I am."
"We'll get them back," Ren promised.
"I know," she agreed without doubt. "But still, I want to thank you for being so open and understanding. I know I can be... Stiff. Not the most personable. And yet you made me feel welcome all the same. Thank you all for that," she finished with a bow. "Well then, I shall see you all at school tomorrow," she bid them goodbye with a tip of her hat, making for the exit.
"So... Sumire? Were you planning on getting dressed?" Ren asked, his eyes flicking down to where the gymnast's panties sat on the table waiting for her.
And yet there she stood, hands clasped over her womanhood as she looked down at her clothes. First at the gathered pile of outerwear with her bra on top, then to the pair of slightly damp panties sitting innocently on the table. And a realisation that had struck her as she had handed her underwear over to Ren fully crystallised in her mind. "No," she answered finally, blushing brightly as she moved her hands behind her back, showing the slightest sheen between her legs, "No, if it's alright, I don't think I will."
To her right, Futaba halfway into her tanktop stopped perfectly still, her back arched, holding the top at her shoulders. Neither Sumire nor Ren could see her expression behind the bright green fabric but they could guess at her surprised, elated and lecherous grin.
Ren had brought back the real Sumire no matter how much she hated it, then showed her just how important she was, that Sumire still had value even outside of Kasumi. For as worthless as she had always felt compared to her twin, Kasumi had given her life so Sumire could continue to exist. She was loved. She could be loved, not just by her sister but others. Ren had managed to break through and show her that. "I realised something, I think," the gymnast continued, her attention landing on the dark-haired young man who had helped her through so much. "I realised this world, if we're getting rid of it, it doesn't matter. That what we do in it doesn't matter." She took Ren's hand, held it in both of hers, then pulled it toward her chest. "So I don't have to hold myself back from anything."
"Sumire," Ren breathed.
You could have made several girls very happy.
The words of Sachiko chased him even in this moment. "Sumire, is this really what you–"
The redhead cut off his words by pushing him back into his chair with deceptive strength. She was an athlete after all. "What I want is to thank you for everything you did for me," she said as she straddled his waist, felt the cloth-covered bulge of his erection rub against her lips. "I never could have before, but now, this feels right. This feels like the way to show you just how much I appreciate you."
Ren looked behind her across the table, saw Futaba hurriedly removing her panties and getting ready to join in. He held up a hand to tell her not to. He groaned involuntarily as her slick nether lips kissed and stroked his shaft. "Sumire, would this be your first time?" he asked, getting a hesitant nod. "You want your first time to be with me, like this?"
"I want it to be with someone who appreciated the real me, taught me to believe that someone could." She leaned in, kissed him as her fingers pulled his underwear down over his cock to let it spring free. Before she could even register the feeling of heat coming off of his freed shaft she felt her own glasses clack against his. He smiled into their kiss, reached up to remove his own glasses but left hers right where they were.
One of the few distinctions between her and her sister and he didn't want it to change. The realisation set her to redoubling her efforts to suck his soul out through his lips with enthusiastic, deep kisses. Her hips gyrating against his erection, smearing it with her arousal, her desire.
Neither paid particular attention to the sounds of Futaba shuffling in the background. The lustful little gremlin willing to stay out of it but she was all there for the show, stripped back down to nothing and sat in Sumire's old chair with a hand between her legs.
Ren stroked Sumire's back with one hand, the other resting on and then kneading her ass. She took the groping as encouragement, to go on, to go further. She rose up, ready to take him inside her for the first time. "Sumire–"
Before he could even get the words out to give her one last out, she slid herself down, accepting his stiff rod inside her soft tunnel with a gasp. Her back arched as she felt it delve inside her. And all to the sound of, "Say my name again," she begged as she felt him hit her deepest parts. "Please."
"Sumire," he groaned, his cock speared in the engulfing heat of Sumire's welcoming pussy. She took the calling of her name as more than mere encouragement. She grinned, tears escaping from her eyes as she relished the affection with which he spoke her name. All the while her hips rose and fell in a slow, sensuous rhythm as if moving with music only she could hear.
"Ren," she breathed into his ear as his lips found her neck, latched on to suck at the soft flesh above her collarbone. She threw her head back in encouragement, gave him more room as she bounced herself on his cock. As he met her rhythm to fuck himself into her.
"Sumire!" he exclaimed with sudden intensity as he stood, holding Sumire by her tight athletic ass to carry her and throw her onto the card table.
"Ah!" the redhead squealed at the sudden movement, at the sudden shifting from both inside and outside as she found herself on her back. Without even needing to adjust, she grinned at his enthusiasm and lifted her leg, grabbed her shins and pulled to lock her ankles behind her head. "Take me, Ren! Ah!"
The words were barely out of her mouth before she felt how much Ren liked the initiative she had taken. The view of the beautiful, sweat-soaked gymnast presenting herself so completely for his consumption. Begging him to enjoy her body to his heart's content. With her beautiful pussy shining with need framed by her perfectly tight ass and graceful thighs. There was nothing he could do in the face of that but grab her by those thighs and fuck her. Deep, hard and vigorous. His hips slapped against her as they pounded against her firm ass, his cock sliding with delicious friction into her soaked and clutching cunt. "Ren! Ren!" she cried in ecstasy.
"Sumire!"
"Futaba..."
"Ren!"
"Sumire!"
"Futaba..."
"Ren!" Sumire squealed as she felt her climax slam into her as ferociously as Ren's cock was. Her position left her no room to express it physically, her muscles tightened, her chest heaved with gasping breaths as she felt every neuron focus on what was happening inside her pussy. "Ren!"
"Sumire!" Ren groaned with gritted teeth and just as much urgency as he felt his own finish coming, his seed spilling into the tight hole of the climaxing gymnast. Her undulating pussy walls eagerly sucking up his essence with a womanly thirst.
Finally as she felt her orgasm ebb, the warmth of Ren's cum inside her pussy, Sumire let her legs come back down, her body relaxed to leave her happily giggling. A well-fucked woman full of cum. A trail of it leaked out of her pussy as Ren pulled himself out, the white trickling down over her pubic mound to stain the table.
"Futaba..." the lovers heard the quiet word, looked to Ren's right, "Futaba... Futaba Futaba Futaba!" the lust gremlin squealed as she shoved two fingers into her own pussy in a frenzy. "Futabaaaaa!" Her head flew back as she enjoyed her own climax after the show of her boyfriend deflowering yet another sexy redhead. "Ahhh, that was great." She looked at her boyfriend and his newest conquest, both staring at her. "What? Did I ruin the moment?"
"Why were you saying your own name?" Ren had to ask.
"Well at first it was to make fun of you," she admitted without shame, sucking her fingers clean. "Then it just kind of got away from me."
Ren shook his head, pushing aside his amusement at his girlfriend to focus back on Sumire, and more importantly to bring her focus back to him. "Thank you."
Sumire smiled up at him, "What are you thanking me for? I did this for me."
"Then I guess... I'll thank you for being you."
"And that's why I did it," the sweaty and blissful redhead nodded.
-(-)-
Sumire's good mood followed her home. After cleaning herself up she bid Ren and Futaba goodbye, she returned to the real world in her home, in her room. With satisfaction and warmth she lay in her bed, wondering how she decided to do what she did, but not regretting it in the slightest.
It was there that Kasumi found her. "Hey!" her more naturally cheerful counterpart greeted her as she came into their room in a short tank-top and boyshorts. "Where'd you go?"
"I just went out for a little bit," she admitted, "With... Some friends."
"With friends!" Kasumi echoed with sudden shock and excitement. "Really?! Sumi, I'm so proud of you!"
"It's not a big deal," the more dour of the two tried to downplay it.
The brighter stopped, nodded to herself, then grinned. "Was it Amamiya? I saw you with him before at school, and that Detective Prince or... Princess, I'm not sure." It was strange how he suddenly was a she with boobs bigger than the twins' combined.
"Yeah," Sumire shifted awkwardly, but wore a soft smile at the memory. "Hey, Sumi?"
"Yeah, Sumi?"
"I just," Sumire tried to find the right words, "I always wanted to be you," she said. "Ever since we were little, you were always so much brighter, more talented, happier, smarter than me. I hated myself. I always saw myself as just a worse version of you."
Her sister approached the bed, sat on the edge with a sympathetic smile on her face. She said nothing. This was nothing she didn't know but at the same time was something Sumire needed to say.
"No matter what I did, I felt like I could never measure up. We're twins. Identical. But I was always inferior. I could only see it as my fault. You were perfect, and if I wasn't then who else could be to blame but me?" She shook her head. "I lived a nightmare, but, I think I've realised something that should've been obvious, and that's what it took to make that happen." She looked up at her sister, tears rimming her eyes as she sat up. "I'm so proud to be your sister."
"Oh, Sumi," Sympathetic tears came to Kasumi's eyes as she wiped at the ones at her sister's. "I knew one day you would find someone who could see what I do. You don't know how happy it makes me to see they made you realise it was there yourself. You aren't an inferior me, you never were. You're the superior you. I wouldn't change that for the world."
Sumire didn't resist as her sister leaned forward, captured her lips with her own. As their lips parted, Sumire couldn't hold back the joyful sob, "I love you, Sumi."
"I love you too," Kasumi answered without hesitation, stroking her cheek. "Do you wanna cuddle?"
Shyly, Sumire nodded. The twins falling into their shared bed, Kasumi holding Sumire from behind, chin hooked over her shoulder. On impulse, her head lifted to peck her sister on the cheek before squeezing her tighter.
Neither had especially meant to in that moment, but the twins fell asleep right there. It was the best night's sleep Sumire could remember having. Kasumi held her tightly, lovingly, more so than a sister should but that didn't matter. In this world it wasn't Ren who saved Sumire from her self-loathing, it was Kasumi going above and beyond to prove how loved her more self-conscious twin was.