"Sorry for the wait," Kotonoha said.

"It was worth it," Makoto said. He eyed her nurse outfit.

Kotonoha gave him a shy smile. "You like it?"

"Not bad."

Without being prompted, Kotonoha turned around. She bent over, took the hem of the dress and lifted it. It was so short it didn't take much to show off her ass. Beneath the dress she wore a red thong.

"Okay, I take that back," he said. "You look gorgeous."

She smiled. "Thanks."

Kotonoha sauntered over to him in her high heels.

"You've been practising," he noted. "With the heels."

"Maybe," she avoided.

Kotonoha sat on the bed. She took out a thermometer.

"Open up."

He opened his mouth. She put it inside.

Kotonoha caught him looking down at her substantive cleavage. Well, perhaps this wasn't surprising, because she was leaning forward for that exact purpose. And she wasn't wearing a bra.

The thermometer beeped.

She took it out.

"Hm, you're pretty hot."

"I know."

"Let's check your heart."

"Kotonoha." He grabbed her wrist.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Let's cut to the chase," he said.

Kotonoha sighed. "Yeah."

A silence fell. It stretched on for nearly a full minute. Then, finally, Kotonoha spoke.

"Are you doing it on purpose?" she asked.

"Does it matter?"

She shrugged. "I guess not."

He said nothing.

"In the pool. Was that… real?"

"I don't know," Makoto admitted. "Could have been a dream. Maybe all of this is a dream? Maybe I'm dreaming right now. A fever dream."

"This is real," she assured him.

"But what you're feeling isn't."

"You don't know that," Kotonoha said.

"Yes I do. You wavered."

Kotonoha sighed. "Everyone has small moments of doubt at times."

"Kotonoha. Is any of this real? I need to know. Do you really love me?"

"Does it matter?"

Makoto opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

"Yeah," Kotonoha said. "Maybe this is all some hypnotic powers of yours. And maybe it momentarily wore off because you overexerted yourself in the pool. Or maybe we're overthinking this? It doesn't matter where these feelings are coming from. The fact is that they are here and they make me happy. And if this is a dream… don't ever wake me up."

"What about Kokoro-chan?"

"What about her?"

"You don't feel guilty?" he asked.

"We need to keep her close. If she's left unchecked and she starts asking questions about mom and dad…"

"Kotonoha-"

"No," she decided. "We don't have a choice. I'll do what I have to do to protect her."

"And what about Sekai?"

"I…"

"I know you spoke to her. It's wearing off, isn't it?"

"She's away from you. Of course she's starting to…"

"This is gonna be a problem."

"Then we'll just have to deal with it," Kotonoha said.

"Right, let's go then." He tried to sit up. "Woah."

"Take it easy."

"I… my head. It's spinning."

"Lie down." She gently pushed him back down.

"There is no time to waste," he said "Sekai-"

"You need to recover first."

"We don't have time for that," he argued.

"You misunderstand," Kotonoha said. "I think the best way for you to recover is if we…"

While her voice trailed off, she began to undo the buttons of her dress.

"Are you sure?" Makoto asked.

"This is gonna help, I'm sure of it."

She opened the last button and pulled open the dress. Needless to say, she didn't wear a bra.

"Kotonoha-"

"Shh." She shushed him. Then, she reached down. "Guess I won't be needing these."

She pulled down her panties and kicked them aside.

Kotonoha got under the covers. Makoto was already naked as she had stripped off his wet trunks when he got home.

She took his soft cock on her mouth and sucked it.

At first, nothing happened. But as she kept licking and sucking as best as she could, she eventually felt it. He was growing harder.

His cock began to fill her mouth.

She took a deep breath and pushed down. Kotonoha contracted her throat muscles around his dick. This had taken a lot of practice to learn, but the results paid off. She felt him quiver. His cock grew even harder and forced its way further down her throat.

Her gag reflex was basically gone now. Makoto had successfully modified her body to accommodate his dick in her mouth. And she knew her ass would be next. It was only a matter of time.

Soon, she felt his hand in her hair. He took a firm grasp and guided her to a speed he liked. Kotonoha relaxed her neck and followed along with his desire.

However, Makoto was still weak, because after barely a couple thrusts, he released her. Kotonoha continued at the speed he had shown her.

"Kotonoha, I… I'm not sure if this is helping."

"Maybe you need more?"

She crawled upwards until she was on top of him. Then, she reached down, grabbed his hard cock and positioned it at her pussy.

"Wait. I… I said we wouldn't-"

She smiled. "If only you were in a position to stop me."

Kotonoha pushed down. His cock forced its way deep inside her pussy.

He grunted. "Fuck."

When he was all the way in, she let it rest there and contracted her pelvic muscles around it a couple times. She placed her hands on his chest.

Kotonoha briefly closed her eyes. "I've missed this so much."

"Kotonoha, we're… we're related."

"It's your fault, Makoto-kun. You made me like this. And now my pussy can't live without you anymore. You better take responsibility."

"Kotonoha, I-"

"Shh. Enough talking." She started to rock her hips.

He let out a hissing sound.

"You like this, don't you?" she teased him. "You like it when I ride you. You like seeing my tits sway, don't you?"

"I…"

"Go ahead, grab them."

"But-"

She took his hand and placed it on her chest. "Now is not the time to be shy."

Slowly, he squeezed her breast.

"There you go," she praised him. "They are all yours."

She sped up.

"I was willing to do anything for you," Kotonoha said. "Anything at all, if it makes you happy. I was going to lock up my pussy if that meant we could be together."

"Koto-"

"But I was wrong. Locking it up won't make you happy. You want to fuck me in every possible way. You need to fuck me. What's the point of doing kegels every day to make it nice and tight if you're not gonna fuck me? What's the point of staying wet all the time if you're not bending me over whenever you feel like it? I work hard for this, Makoto-kun. So you better enjoy it and cum lots inside of me. I deserve it."

"Koto- ah, slow down."

"No. You're enjoying this. You wouldn't get so hard if you didn't."

"That's enough." He sat upright and grabbed her throat.

Kotonoha froze.

"You're mine."

He forced her to the side. They rolled over so he was on top. His cock never left her pussy.

Makoto grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He began to thrust. Slow, deep thrusts. She felt every single one.

"We are fucking when and how I say. I own you. I own every single part of you."

"Ah, yes, Sir."

"Just because I'm sick doesn't mean you can forget your place. I did not give you permission to fuck your pussy."

"Ah, sorry. I just… I want it so badly."

"It's not about what you want, it's about what I want."

"But… you lied about what you wanted. All because of some stupid thing your dad said."

"You don't make assumptions about when I lie," he hissed.

"Ah, sorry."

He thrust even harder. Every thrust sent shivers of pain and pleasure through her body.

"Ah, Makoto-kun. Does… does it feel good?"

"It does," he admitted. "It feels amazing."

"Do you want me to… to squeeze my muscles?"

"Go ahead."

She began to squeeze her pelvic muscles hard around his cock.

He briefly closed his eyes. "Fuck that's good."

"Thank you, Sir."

She kept squeezing.

"Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He began to breathe harder. His cock thrust even faster.

Kotonoha squeezed as hard as she could. She wanted him to come inside. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed him all the way inside.

He came deep inside of her.

"Fuck," he said, out of breath. "That was good."

They shared a deep kiss.

Then, Makoto pulled out his cock and rolled off her.

She felt his cum leaking out of her, but she made no effort to stop that. She'd clean the sheets later.

Kotonoha put her head on his chest. He automatically wrapped his arm around her.

"You tricked me," Makoto said. "You teased me into-"

"I'm sorry I…"

"It's okay," he said. "I do feel better."

"Maybe that's just the afterglow of-"

"No, I'm better. I'm no longer sick."

"That doesn't make any sense," Kotonoha argued.

"This was your idea," he pointed out. "Besides, does anything make sense anymore?"

"I guess not," she admitted.

"We need to go to France. See if Sekai is gonna be a problem."

"Yeah."

"But first a shower."

She chuckled. "Agreed."

A/N:

- Karina: Thanks for your kind review. I can't give any hints about the ending of course. But Sekai's story will be explored further in future chapters.