After Othinus fucked Touma's brains out all night long until he lost count how many times he came inside her, they decided to leave the house for once. Touma and his lovers went to the local establishment to have a good time. So imagine his "surprise" when it turned from good to fugly.
"Hey girls." A blond man winked at Touma's lovers under the backdrop of the dj's soft beats and the clubs' blue LED lighting. Mugino raised a brow and pushed her auburn hair behind her back, Misaki gave an amused smile and twirled some strands of her honey blonde hair, and Othinus merely sipped the straw from her frozen mango cocktail.
"Why don't you leave that loser over there and come hang out with me and my boys?" He gave them what he thought was a charming smile.
They were at a bar. Misaki's yellow strap dress left little to the imagination. Add in her white stockings, gloves and sandals and she gave an air of seductive elegance.
"Boys." She covered her mouth with one hand and made a soft laugh. She then returned her focus to her banana split chocolate sundae she shared with Mugino, who was less inclined to ignore the attention whore.
Misaki deliriously laughed with each bite of her dessert.
Mugino wore a green shirt dress, thigh high brown boots and a white cowgirl hat. She didn't need to wear anything fancy. Her natural beauty was more than enough to get attention.
"Losers more like it. Get dates on your own," Mugino snorted. Touma eyed her fingers on the table that gave a green glow and melted the spoon in her hand.
Othinus wore a pink dress and choker. The matching colors threw Touma off. She usually went for black or red. The minx winked at him and licked her lips. "Touma, mind telling our unwanted guest to fuck off?"
They were at a booth in a corner of the club minding their own business when the blond man in a polo shirt to show off his muscles walked up to them and wasted their time.
Touma groaned, removed his watch from his wrist, stood up and buried his hands in the pockets of his blue waistcoat. "Hey guy. Listen, I'm guessing you're drunk? Well even if you aren't you're really being disrespectful here."
"What's it to you, prick? If I beat your ass will your friends get it on with me? These smoking babes can't possibly be dating you, nerdy loser." The blond rolled his shoulders like a tough guy and made to push Touma's chest.
Touma lazily smacked the guy's forearm aside. "Stop it before you make an ass of yourself."
Giggles from the booth cheered him on, but only served to fluster his would-be-enemy.
Said enemy should stop and walk away before the three girls decide to kill him.
Touma loves his lovers very much, but he wasn't delusional enough to think they weren't willing to kill people who piss them off. They destroyed an entire city. What's one more life to the pile of bodies?
The blue LED lighting of the nightclub turned red, as if to follow the mood and direction of their conversation.
"You should've left, you son of a bitch." The son of a bitch growled and threw a punch.
Touma rolled his eyes and blocked the fist with his elbow. The sound of bones breaking should've been enough for his screaming enemy to leave the fight.
Nothing to be ashamed of in running away. Touma did it all the time.
However his brilliant opponent chose a different method. He growled and wrapped his muscled arms around Touma in a bear hug with a snarl.
Touma smashed his forehead against the enemy's face, breaking his nose. He did it two more times until the bloody-faced opponent fell to the floor.
Surprise surprise he wasn't alone. His friends, Touma assumed. The gangster wannabe in a fucking tank top and his cap backwards cracked his neck. Behind him was a big guy in a suit with brass knuckles in his right hand. They glared at Touma like it was his fault for defending himself.
"Y-you're gonna get it now," his bloodied attacker warned him.
"Clean your face off, please." Touma threw a napkin at him. It slid down his face. Touma picked up his watch and used it to cover his left knuckles. "It isn't even eight and you couldn't help yourselves."
They charged all at once, throwing rapid punches he blocked or dodged. Touma weaved through their clumsy attacks, ignoring their jibes calling him a pussy as he backed away. He wasn't an idiot that stood his ground against superior numerical forces. He just bid his time until one of them made a mistake.
Soon enough, one did. The bloody guy was too eager and took a step ahead, leaving the comfort zone of his buddies cap and brass knuckles.
Touma dodged his fist, swiped his leg and helped him down with a knee to his chin. He fell with a gurgle. Lights out for that guy. Touma met a fist with his watch, making the cap guy howl with pain at his broken fingers.
A brass knuckled fist flew and hit his shoulders. Touma winced but ignored the sting, preferring to kneeing the guy's balls while smashing his watch to the cap's throat. Once they were stunned with pain instead of returning his attacks he simply repeated his blows until they fell to the floor alongside their friend.
By the end of it Touma's fists and pants were covered in their blood. He wiped sweat off his forehead and ran his fingers on his scalp. "Why me?" he complained. "Couldn't you have picked a fight against Mugino or something? At least she would've enjoyed it."
To his surprise he somehow managed to draw claps and cheers from the crowd of partygoers. Some even snapped pics of him and the three idiots groaning on the floor.
"Nice job." Accelerator in his expensive white suit and shoes emerged from the crowd with two cups. He raised one to Touma. Touma's eyes gleamed at the offer. He happily accepted the banana cocktail and drank it with mirth.
Accelerator chuckled. "What were these idiots thinking?"
"That they were too horny for their own good?" Touma sighed. He returned the empty cup to Accelerator's hand, happily taking the second one from the surprised albino. "What was even the point of that?"
Accelerator's red eyes danced with something evil as he looked down at the beaten enemies. "Sometimes people will just attack you for no reason at all. Maybe a permanent solution would help solve your problems?"
"Don't kill them," Touma said. He finished the second drink and grinned. "That felt good. Thanks for the free drinks."
"Sure. Free. Whatever." Accelerator crushed the glass cup in his hand. The shards broke against his skin and were grinded into dust.
V
Touma returned to the booth. Misaki was busy recording with her smartphone, and based on what he was watching he would've done the same.
Mugino was making out with Othinus, and he spied the latter's hand under Mugino's skirt.
"Dear." Othinus removed her lips from Mugino's. Mugino's face was flushed and her eyes were hungry. She moaned with Othinus' fingers. "Let's move to a VIP room."
"Teleport?" Touma asked. Misaki, who was already done with her snack opened her arms. Touma hugged her.
Othinus led the way, with Mugino literally behind her. To Touma's surprise Othinus didn't stop fingering Mugino. Mugino wanted to complain but bit her lips each time to prevent a moan from coming out. It didn't stop people from taking notice of the exhibitionist display.
By the time Touma got to the door Othinus was pressing Mugino's front against the wall. Her fingers dripped with Mugino's juice and she groped Mugino's breast while pushing her hips to the taller girl.
Mugino's gloved hands clenched the wall as she spasmed and came. She was breathing heavily. Othinus pulled her off the wall. Mugino was slouching and Othinus pulled Mugino's ass against herself like she was ready for doggy style.
Touma hastily opened the door even as his mouth was muffled by Misaki's own. Her slim arms wrapped around him as they hungrily kissed. She rubbed his cock with her knee. His growl only made her grin. After Misaki pulled his pants down he slid inside her and began thrusting inside his love slave.
They fell on the floor just close enough to have Mugino looking down on Misaki's moaning face and writhing body under Touma's pounding. Touma hiked Misaki's hemline up and kneaded her large breast while kissing her nape.
Mugino fell on her knees and tried crawling away. Othinus kicked the door shut and grabbed Mugino's hips. Mugino's heavy breaths were accompanied by her heaving chest. Her face flushed, her right eye closed, and she tried looking back at Othinus with her right.
Othinus sucked her two fingers, soaking them in her saliva, and then re-enacted her earlier acts. She fingered Mugino until the latter was a moaning wreck. It was impressive, Touma noted between grunts as he split his attention between making love to Misaki and watching the erotic display Othinus and Mugino offered.
Misaki licked his face and whined whenever he wasn't looking at her. Touma grunted, feeling her pussy walls tighten around him and increased the pace of his hips. It felt so good. Sex always did. The everyday pleasure was amazing.
Mugino lowered her face, seeking their lips. The three made out while Othinus kept her fingers inside Mugino's wetness. It didn't take long for Mugino to come, again and again and again. In her orgasm she suddenly grabbed Misaki's breasts and squeezed hard. Stimulated by both Touma and Mugino, Misaki followed suit and orgasmed.
"Fuck…" Touma grunted and came inside her. His cheeks were caught up in Mugino and Misaki's tongue. He returned to kissing the two girls.
Othinus left her spot behind Mugino and crawled between the three. Her seductive smile and the mischievous glimmer in her green eye. She giggled as Mugino and Misaki pulled her down. The three girls fondled, groped and caressed each other as they rearranged their positions.
Miraculously, Touma managed to stay inside Misaki. The three girls laid on the floor. Othinus was between the two girls, all of them disheveled with their straps pulled down and panties pulled out as they sucked, fingered and stroked one another.
Misaki and Mugino took turns pulling Othinus' chin and cheeks towards them for a kiss while kneading her breasts and fingering her pussy. Othinus' helplessly writhing state was so hot to look at.
Touma pulled himself out of Misaki, who was busying herself with Othinus' mouth. His semen and her juices treaked on the floor once he dislodged himself. He repositioned his manhood at Othinus' entrance and pushed inside her.
"Knulle meg…" Othinus moaned. "Fuck me!"
Touma obliged her. He moved his hips, heedless of the guttural sounds in the room. He was content on pleasuring himself using her body. Mugino made out with Othinus while Misaki sucked and suckled on her neck. Both girls played with her small breasts. The stimulation was too much for her to bear. Othinus gripped their shoulders, arched her back and raised her hips as she orgasmed.
Touma came inside her and sighed. Did he always get hard so quickly? It wasn't even that long since he fucked Misaki. Muginos' eyes amorously sought his as she kissed Othinus.
Touma grunted, carried Mugino's hips, heard her yelp, and lowered her on top of Othinus. He thrust inside her and began fucking for the third time that night. He was balls deep inside her while she busied herself with Misaki and Othinus.
He closed his eyes and merely focused on the ecstatic feeling of having sex. Her slippery wetness, her tight walls, her ass he kept pounding. Touma's hand slipped between Mugino and Othinus, firmly grabbing Mugino's larger breast and then Othinus' smaller ones. His free hand slid inside Misaki's pussy and fingered her too.
His hips moved of their own accord while the girls pleasured each other where they rutted on the floor. He kept hitting Mugino's g-spot without realizing it. By the time he was done fucking he noticed a puddle on the floor.
Mugino was breathing heavily, her face incredibly red. The puddle was her juice, mixed with his cum.
Touma released a breath. "Othinus, help me out?"
"Mhm…" Othinus cheekily smiled and ignored him. Touma rolled his eyes. He didn't bother asking Misaki for help. From what he gathered she was incredibly unathletic.
Touma rolled Mugino to her back on top of Misaki, making the honey blonde girl yelp. He carried Mugino to the bed, dropped her, and went back for Misaki. Despire her large breasts she was incredibly light.
"Are you anorexic?" he asked.
"Ask me that again and I'll show you my punching ability," she answered. Touma lowered her to Mugino's open arms. Mugino immediately wrapped her arms and legs on Misaki, who blushed and bashfully kissed her cheeks.
Othinus was the last to be carried. She happily hugged him as he carried her to the bed. Once the three girls made themselves comfortable Touma pulled some brandy and ice cream from the minibar.
"How convenient," Touma said.
"Gimme!" If Misaki's irises weren't already stars they would've been at that moment. He passed her the ice cream, took four glass cups above the minibar and pulled a coffee table beside the bed.
He poured a shot for all of them, and they began drinking.
"You know we live an unhealthy lifestyle," he said from where he sat on the bedside. The drink gave him a light buzz.
"I don't know," Othinus laughed where she laid between Misaki and Mugino. She didn't even bother sitting up like the three of them and just took her swig lying down. "We have regular exercise."
She eyed his cock. Touma almost felt the need to cover it up but settled for blushing madly.
"Not what I meant!" he whined. "Ugh. Can't believe I didn't even wash myself clean of the blood before we had sex." Things were more obvious in hindsight.
"Touma, I'm still horny." Mugino growled and slid her cup down the coffee table. She pulled his right shoulder, Othinus pulled his left, and they pushed him to a surprised Misaki who just finished her ice cream.
"Hi," Misaki smiled shyly.
"H-hey," Touma said. Mugino pushed him inside her, coaxing a moan from them both. Othinus raised a cup and cheered their fucking.
His hips moved. His mind drowned in pleasure.