"Who's that?" Kokoro asked.

"Just a classmate," Kotonoha said. "Don't you have math homework to finish?"

"I'm done."

"Oh really. So if I go check right now then-"

"Fine."

Kokoro quickly went upstairs.

"I uhm… I'm sorry for disturbing you," Sekai said.

"It's okay," Kotonoha assured her.

"No, I… I didn't mean to come at a moment like this."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not wearing a bra," Sekai pointed out. "It's kinda obvious."

Kotonoha blushed and covered her chest with her arms.

"Are we gonna keep talking here?" Makoto joined them. "Just come inside, Sekai."

Sekai briefly hesitated. Then, she entered.

Without being told to, Kotonoha went to make tea for them.

Maybe she should slip in some…

No, no, that was insane. Just because she had a feeling that Sekai was gonna say something bad didn't mean she had to resort to such means.

It was weird she had jumped directly over there. Shouldn't she feel more guilty about everything that had happened because of her?

No. She shouldn't. If anyone dared to come between Makoto and her, she would use anything in her power to stop them. Anything.

She put everything on a tray and went to the living room.

Kotonoha sat down next to Makoto. His free hand found hers. Their fingers interlaced.

"So," Makoto said after a short silence.

"I uhm… my mom needs to transfer for her job," Sekai said. She played with her fingers and avoided their gaze.

"Oh."

"To uhm… to Paris."

"Oh. So who's gonna take care of you then?" he asked. "Your dad?"

"Well, mom actually sort of… expects me to come with her."

"What?"

"You can't be serious," Kotonoha said.

"That's why I'm here," Sekai said.

"To say goodbye?"

"No, I…" she turned to Makoto. "I… come with me. Please."

"What?"

"I love you."

A shocked silence fell.

Makoto seemed torn. "Sekai, I can't. I can't just move to France with you. Besides, I… I really like you, but I'm with Kotonoha. I don't mind being with both of you. Kotonoha doesn't mind either. But we're not moving to France."

She nodded. "I thought you might say that. That leaves me no choice then."

Makoto frowned. "What do you mean?"

Sekai turned to Kotonoha. "I know what you did. I know why your parents aren't here. You… you killed them, didn't you?"

Kotonoha was too stunned to reply. So Makoto did it for her.

"Sekai," he said calmly. "They had a fight and they got divorced and-"

"Don't mess with me!" she jumped up.

"Well why don't you prove it then?" he challenged her.

"That's not my job. That's up to the cops. I'm gonna tell them everything."

"Sekai," he said calmly. "Don't do this."

"But, she-"

"Did nothing wrong."

"What? Yes, she did."

"Not to me. She didn't mean to hurt anyone. It just sort of… happened."

"That doesn't make it okay!"

"Well if she goes to jail I'm going with her," Makoto proclaimed. He jumped up too. "I helped her do it. I got rid of the bodies."

"You can't," Sekai said. This clearly wasn't part of her plan.
"Try and stop me."

"Sekai," Kotonoha said. She slowly stood up too. "Just stay here."

"I can't. My mom-"
"Here in this house. With us. We can please Makoto together. All three of us."

Sekai frowned. "Three?"

"Yes, I'm training Kokoro to please him as well."

"Are you crazy?"

"If it's crazy to love my boyfriend then yes, I'm crazy."

"You're completely insane." Sekai's voice grew louder and louder. "I can't let you do this. I-"

Makoto grabbed her hand. "Don't do this, Sekai."

"I…" she faltered. Her eyes got hazy and her knees started to shake. "W-What is going on?"

"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I don't feel so…"

Her legs buckled beneath her. Makoto caught her in his arms. He gently put her down on the couch.

"What happened?" Kotonoha asked.

"I don't know," Makoto said. He reached out and touched her forehead. "Damn, she's hot."

"Now is not the time for that," Kotonoha said.

"No, she's glowing. I think she's sick."

"So what now?"

"Do we have something against fever?" he asked.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Kotonoha asked.

"What do you mean?"

Kotonoha avoided his gaze. "Well, she… if she knows then… I mean."

"What do you want me to do? Kill her?"

"No, no, of course not," Kotonoha said. "But if she starts talking."

"She can't prove anything," Makoto said. "I'll just say she's deluded because she's in love with me."

"Even so."

"I'll fix it, Kotonoha," he assured her.

"O-Okay then." She was still scared, but if Makoto said he'd fix it, he would.

After a few more tense minutes, Sekai woke up.

"W-What happened?"

"You fainted," Makoto said calmly.

"Oh. Wait, you…" her eyes widened.

"Take a deep breath," Makoto said. "Let's talk about this like grown ups."

She tried to get up. "You fucking-"

"Shut up." Makoto forcefully pushed her back down.

"What are you gonna do? Kill me as well?"

"Maybe," Makoto said. "But first I'm gonna release that little video of yours to everyone you know. Especially Setsuna."

Sekai's eyes widened. Clearly, that scared her way more than being killed.

"This is your fault," Kotonoha joined in. "You pushed us to be together even though you liked Makoto yourself. And now you want him back? Fuck you. Makoto-kun is mine. I'll share him with others, because that makes him happy, but you're not taking him from me. I'm his number one girl, forever."

Sekai took a deep breath. "You're crazy. Why do you love him so much?"

"You don't deserve him," Kotonoha said. "If you really loved him, like I do, you'd do anything for him. And you would never ask him to give me up and move with you to France."

"I don't have a choice. My mom-"

"Yes you do," Kotonoha said. "But you don't want to see it."

"Kotonoha is right," Makoto said. "If you really loved me, you'd stay. No matter what your mom said. You'd tell her you will move in with your dad and come to me. You'd figure something out."

"I can't."

"Then leave. Go to France."

Sekai looked completely torn. "I can't decide that right now."

"Take your time," Makoto said. "We can wait."

"I need to get home."

"I'll get you home," Makoto said.

"I can do it myself," Sekai protested.

"I wasn't asking."

Makoto helped her up and guided her outside.

Kotonoha let out her breath. That was close.

She went to check on Kokoro. By now, her little sister was done with her homework, so she let her watch tv.

Then, she lied on her bed and waited for Makoto.

He came back not long after.

"How did it go?" Kotonoha asked.

"We'll see," he said. "But I don't think she'll go to the cops. She's too scared we'll hurt her or release the video. Especially the second one."

"Okay."

Makoto sat down on the bed. "I need some stress relief."

That got Kotonoha excited right away. She eagerly got down on her knees, got completely undressed and gave him a titty fuck.

Makoto leaned back. "You're the best girlfriend ever."

She blushed. "Thanks."

"A good thing I made your breasts this big."

Kotonoha froze. Something didn't make sense.

"W-What did you say?"

"A good thing your breasts are this big."

"That's not what you said."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you getting paranoid again?"

"No, Sir. Sorry."

"Keep going."

"Yes, Sir." She started bouncing her tits again.

Kotonoah tried to focus on pleasing him, but her thoughts kept wandering off.

It was weird that Sekai had suddenly gotten sick for a few minutes. And her symptoms were just like… just like anemia. Just like her.

"Did you make Sekai faint?" she asked.

"Does it matter?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" a dangerous undertone sneaked in his voice.

"Sorry. No, of course it doesn't matter."

"Good."

But the other thing did matter. What did he mean when he talked about her boobs? Her breasts had finished growing years ago. Long before she knew Makoto-kun. Had… had Makoto-kun controlled her for her entire life? She was bullied in school because the girls were jealous of her huge chest. And that had caused her to turn into herself and become a shy girl, which in turn lead to more bullying. And in that loneliness, she had eagerly accepted Makoto-kun. He was the only one who was ever there for her.

But if he was the reason for all her problems, then…

No, no. She couldn't think like this. This was crazy. She had simply misheard him.

Kotonoha focused back on her boyfriend.

It didn't take long to make him cum with her tits. After he came, he laid down on his back. Kotonoha licked up the mess on her tits.

When she was done, Makoto had fallen asleep. So Kotonoha gently tucked him in and let him sleep.

Then, she put on her bathrobe and went downstairs to put Kokoro in bed as well. Kokoro protested lightly, but she obeyed. By now, her younger sister had accepted Kotonoha took care of her.

When both of them were sleeping deeply, Kotonoha searched the boxes.

She knew she had some pictures of her childhood somewhere, but she couldn't find them.

She had no idea what she was looking for. What did she think she'd find? Makoto in the background of a picture? That didn't make any sense.

But where were they?

She remembered putting them in one of the boxes. But which one?

After fifteen minutes of searching, she finally found an album beneath a pile of clothes.

Kotonoha went through it. It was a binder with plastic sheets that contained pictures of her.

Child-Kotonoha looked pretty cute.

At first, there wasn't much interesting. Just her cute child self doing child things. But when she reached herself at three years old, she suddenly came across something weird. The picture was pretty normal. Just herself on a slide. But the picture was weirdly thick. Almost like…

Slowly, Kotonoha pulled it out of the plastic holder.

She was right. There was another picture behind it. But not of her. It was one of her mom, much younger, speaking with an unfamiliar man. A young man in a tracksuit with brown hair and dark eyes. In the background, she saw a swingset with a girl on it. With the distance it was difficult to say, but she guessed that was her.

Odd.

Kotonoha checked all plastic holders and she found more hidden pictures. Pictures that got progressively… sexier. In the second picture, her mom was wearing a deep cut red dress and talking to the same man in a restaurant of some kind. In the next one, they were kissing in a hallway. Then, a big breasted woman was embracing the man. Her red dress was pulled down to her waist. From behind, it was impossible to know for sure, but the hair and dress indicated it was her mom. Also, the breast size. And if there was any doubt left, the next picture cleared it up. Her mom was naked on all fours. The man was taking her from behind. Her mom's expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Kotonoha didn't want to continue, but her fingers kept searching on autopilot.

The next picture showed the same scene in a different angle.

Kotonoha gasped.

He was… he wasn't fucking her pussy. They were…

Kotonoha tried to control her breathing.

They were doing a-... he was taking her other hole.
Her hand drifted down to her pussy.

This was so wrong. It shouldn't go in there. And yet…

This happened in a split second. Then, her other concerns took over.

"Mom?" she whispered to herself. "What are you doing? Who is that? And… who took this picture?"

Somehow, that disturbed her more. Fine, her mom was cheating, whatever. She could accept that. Maybe her sex life was boring and she wanted to try something exciting. Things had never gone all that well between her parents. But who had taken these pictures? And why were they hidden between Kotonoha's child pictures?

Then, she heard footsteps on the stairs.

Fuck.

Kotonoha had just enough time to gather the secret pictures and toss them beneath the couch.

"What are you doing?" a voice demanded.

"Nothing," she said. "I'm looking at my baby pictures."

"Oh. Were you as cute then as you are now?"

She bit her lip. "Maybe."

Makoto checked them out. "Oh my, you were cute."

"Thanks."

"Hey, sorry I fell asleep before."

"It's okay."

"No, no. You handled yourself well with Sekai. I'm proud of you. You deserve a reward."

Her heart leaped in her chest. "I can cum?"

Makoto reached out and undid the robe belt. "Yes, you've earned it. Now bend over the couch and spread it."

Kotonoha eagerly removed her robe and bend over. She reached back and spread herself open.

Makoto entered her from behind in one rough thrust.

"Oh fuck… Sir?"

"Already?"

She bit her lip. "Sorry."

"Hold it. I want to enjoy your pussy for a bit first."

"Yes, Sir."

"Squeeze me."

She squeezed her pelvic muscles while he fucked her nice and deep. His cock hit all her sweet spots.

"That feels good," he said. "You should train them every day so you can grip me tight."

"O-Okay." The idea alone got her even closer to orgasm. Only the fear of disappointing him stopped her from coming right there.

"I heard it also makes you come harder."

Her breathing was ragged now. It took all her effort to hold back her orgasm. "E-Even harder?"

"That's what I heard at least. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to come hard for me?"

"Yes, Sir. Can I… can I do that right now?"

"Hold it. The longer you hold it, the harder it's going to be."

"But… oh." She couldn't take this much longer.

"You can take it for as long as I tell you," he ordered, as if reading her thoughts. He accentuated his words with a slap on her butt.

"Yes, Sir."

"Speaking about hard."

Makoto grabbed a fistful of hair and held her head up. His thrusts grew even harder.

Kotonoha's heavy breasts swayed back and forth on his rhythm. She was completely helpless to do anything. Her feet couldn't reach the ground and his grip on her hair held her up. So she was just balancing there, helpless. Her hands were still on her butt, holding open her pussy.

She could of course move her hands, but he had told her to spread it, and since he hadn't given any other orders, she could only assume her hands were supposed to stay there.

Kotonoha bit her lip. Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

She repeated the mantra over and over.

"Fuck," he slapped her again. "I'm gonna cum. Come with me."

She grit her teeth. "O-Okay."

Now, she couldn't hold back anymore. Kotonoha came right away. Her orgasmic pussy squeezing hard triggered his orgasm as well.

He gentle thrust a few more times and then pulled out.

Kotonoha spun around and took his softening cock in her mouth. She eagerly cleaned it.

"Good girl." He patted her head. Apparently, he hadn't noticed she had come a little bit earlier. Or he didn't mind.

"Clean the floor as well," he said.

She looked down. She had come really hard. Her pussy had squirted out juices on the floor.

Without hesitating, she let go off his cock, reached down and licked the floor clean.

Makoto sat down on the couch and looked at her with a smile playing around his lips.

Meanwhile, Kotonoha was still in the pink haze of her orgasm. It had been quite a while since she last came.

Vaguely, she remembered she was worried about something before this, but what was it?

Oh well, it probably wasn't that important.