"Mmm...! Jin...~!"

Misaki made sure to move slowly to avoid any...lewd noises being overheard.

"Y..Yes," Jin said in a professional tone. "My student number is uhh..."

Misaki bit her lip and continued slowly riding her husband's throbbing, erect cock. She made sure to make direct eye contact with Jin, as he made efforts to look away or close his eyes; to which Misaki responded by moaning a bit louder.

"...2427...sorry, that's a 1...so it's 2421...7358...gr...uh huh..."

Misaki giggled and opened her mouth to make another louder than before moan, but it was cut short by Jin cupping his hand over her mouth.

"W-Would you kindly give me a moment please?," he asked. "Thank you."

He placed the phone on mute and placed his free hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Are you trying to get me kicked out of university..?!," he whispered angrily. He looked at Misaki's face exuding ecstasy.

"If that...means...more...time...with you!," she moaned lustfully between bounces of his member. She stopped to catch her breath. "...then yes!"

"Just...try and keep it down will ya...!," Jin pleaded as he un-muted the call and reverted back to a professional but bored student.

"Mmmh!," Misaki moaned as she bit down on Jin's neck, eliciting a small yelp from him. She began rotating her butt in a clockwise motion, trying to feel more of him. To her surprise, Jin began fondling Misaki's right breast with his free hand, playing with her nipple with his thumb.

"Mmm...ah yes...!...just like that...God...I love...you...," she panted quietly in his ear.

In response, Jin waited until the other caller began talking, and then proceeded to hold Misaki up by her waist and frantically thrust back and forth in her, causing her to moan even louder.

"Oh my...!...Oh God...Oh God...!," she moaned. "Jin...! I'm...cum...ming...~!"

Jin felt his wife's body tense as she held on to him tight. She began twitching rhythmically in response to the waves of pleasure surging throughout her body. He was also experiencing an orgasm, shooting bursts of sticky seed into her, some of which leaked out and onto the floor.

"...sorry, what was that?...yes, thank you very much. Yes, you too. Thank you. Bye."

The phone beeped. The two sighed loudly, resting their heads on one another. They could still feel waves of pleasure rippling through their bodies.

"Honey...," Jin panted, and looked at his wife in her half-lidded eyes.

"...huh?...oh. Oh, I'm on the pill. Don't worry...," she said with content. "Wow...you came a lot...at this rate we'll have more than five kids..."

The two looked down at the white puddle, and chuckled quietly at the same time.

"Yeah well...I wouldn't mind that...," he mused as Misaki slid off Jin's still erect member. "Oh, and Misaki-chan?"

"Hmm?," she purred happily.

"Next time you're on a call, you won't be able to stand up for a week."

Misaki, the all too vibrant flower, burned up to high hell. She turned around and ran up the stairs, holding her mouth to prevent the nervous screeches from leaking out. Jin smiled as he cleaned up the mess with a wad of tissues.

"Goodness me...," he muttered tranquilly. "What am I going to do with her..."

"We're home!," Jin heard along with a door sliding open. Mashiro was busy rummaging through the plastic bags in Sorata's hand for a treat, as the third years made their way across the kitchen. Aoyama hobbled along tiredly with them, holding onto her injured torso. Fortunately, the mess was cleaned up, and Jin had shoved the tissues swiftly into his sweatpants pocket.

"...what's that smell?," Mashiro asked as she retrieved her potato chips from the plastic bag.

Sorata sniffed too, and immediately glared daggers at Jin, who had a 'cat-who-ate-the-canary' look on his face. Aoyama was somewhat confused, but didn't wretch at the smell.

"Umm...it's probably some chemicals or something. Right Jin?," he asked nonchalantly.

"Yup. Been 'cleaning' the floor with Misaki-chan," he responded.

Mashiro shrugged and made her way upstairs, crunching on a chip.

"Jin...," Sorata began, angrily closing his eyes as he started unloading the groceries. "You don't know how lucky you are that Mashiro doesn't understand innuendos."

"What can I say?," he laughed casually as he helped Sorata. "Misaki started it."

"Huh?," Aoyama asked confused, unloading the groceries in the fridge.

"Nothing. How's your rib Aoyama?," Jin asked.

"Ehh...brusied to hell but nothing's broken at least," she groaned. "Man that girl packs a mean kick."

"Speaking of which, if you want to see what happened, Ryuunosuke has a video of the whole thing."

"W-What?!," Aoyama dropped a ketchup bottle. "I...oh...well he would film it...!"

"Yup. Showed Misaki and I exactly what happened after our walk," Jin informed.

"Ah, well I oughta' pay that otaku a visit then," she growled, stomping upstairs and leaving the fridge open.

Jin discreetly threw the tissues into the bin, and began handing Sorata items from the grocery bags where he would organize them in the fridge. There was at least five bags, enough to supply them for the whole week, so Jin began making conversation to keep himself occupied.

"How's your game going?,' he asked. "Heard from a little bird that there's an indie audition contest coming up."

"Exactly correct," Sorata responded. "I finished off the NPC and enemy algorithm yesterday and basically all the other game mechanics as well. I mean, apart from that I just need new environment and character assets from Mashiro. And the stories' kinda generic."

"Maybe I can look it over for you," he offered, handing him a tub of yogurt. Sorata could use the advice from a playwright, after all.

"Really? You wouldn't be too busy?"

"Uni starts in three days. I have plenty of time. But what's this about assets? Mashiro's gonna make them?," he asked. "Extremely well-done artistic backgrounds and manga characters doesn't seem coherent to me."

"Very funny. Maybe I'll get her to do only the backgrounds then."

"In exchange for?"

Sorata thought for a second as he continued shovelling goods in to the fridge.

"...sex..?," Jin muttered under his breath.

"W-W-What in the actual...you think I'm a male prostitute now?!," he squawked.

"You said it."

Sorata shook his head in embarrassment.

"...well...I was actually thinking of an IOU or something..." (IOU: I owe you.)

"Ah. So sex it is then," Jin teased.

"You think all that Mashiro Shiina wants, our prodigal girl from England, is s-sex?," Sorata retorted, closing the fridge door with a little more force than necessary. "I-I mean...maybe she would want me to do something really boring for her in the future...like uh...cleaning her clothes or something..."

"Dunno. You already do that for her anyways. She said that she wanted to be normal girl right?," Jin thought out loud. "Why not treat her to a date then? Go see a movie and play at the arcade. Have a grand ol' time."

"That's!," Sorata yelled. "That's...huh...that's not so bad of an idea actually..."

Jin smiled as Misaki wobbled down the stairs, her legs looking like jello.

"Speaking of dates, I have my own today. See you at eight for a Sunday Sakurasou hotpot?," he chirped, walking to the door with his wife.

"...huh? Oh, right, right. See you then, Jin. Have fun you two!"

The two waved Sorata goodbye, and he practically ran up the two flights of stairs with a plan in mind.

"What would we do though?," he thought to himself as he approached Mashiro's room. "Umm...you know what! We'll just do whatever she wants to do! Right! Sounds like a plan!"

He knocked three times.

"Mashiro?"

He opened the door and she wasn't at her desk.

"She must have gone to my room," he thought.

He ran down to his room, and knocked three times to his own room.

"Mashiro?," he called.

"D-D-Don't come in just yet!," Sorata heard, muffled by the door. He heard thuds and bumps and the rummaging of fabric, before Mashiro opened the door.

"Yes! Erm...yes. What is it?"

Her voice quickly changed from nervous and embarrassed to her usual quiet and carefree tone.

"Mashiro. Can you help me develop my-"

"Yes."

"What? R-Really?"

"Yes. How can I help Sorata-kun?"

Truth be told, Sorata was actually quite disappointed that Mashiro didn't ask for something else in return. He felt somewhat cheerful at the thought of going on a Sunday date with the blonde, who he thought would be quite saddened by yesterday's events. Looks like all that would turn her back to normal was a chat with Aoyama.

"Umm...actually...I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date...?," he offered hesitantly. "Y-You know...in exchange for your help? I'll pay for everything!"

Mashiro stayed quiet.

Wait what.

Did...did...did Sorata...ASK ME OUT ON A DATE?!

"Mashiro...?," Sorata said, waving in front of the her blank expression.

YES. SAY YES! OPEN IT! DO IT! OPEN YOUR MOUTH!

Mashiro let out some sort of reverse gasp of air, and her eyes began shining up at Sorata.

"Ye-*cough!*...ahem! Yes! Yes, I would like to go on this date, Sorata...yes! Yes!," Mashiro burst out excitedly. "I'll go get my jacket!"

She zipped past Sorata faster than he had ever seen the girl go.

"Looks like she really wants to go on this date...," Sorata muttered to himself in a pleased state. "I made the right choice then!"

In all cases, Sorata was quite glad that he didn't have to spend the Sunday indoors, working on his game; even if the deadline was in six days. And he could probably deduce that Mashiro was quite glad to be freed from her desk as well.

He skipped downstairs where Mashiro had already put her shoes on-

"Wait...she...put her shoes on? By herself?," he though in disbelief. "...why do I feel like a parent whose watching his kid walk for the first time?"

-and left out the door to head straight for the mall. But in Sorata and Mashiro's excitement, they didn't realize the steam fuming from Aoyama's ears, who had just left Ryuunosuke's room while Sorata had asked Mashiro out.