Chapter 517

The two of them, completely different on the outside but more alike on the inside than anyone else, were soaked from head to toe.

Miyuki's skin showed through her clinging white T-shirt, and Hiyori was sweating so profusely that the arms holding her legs up were slick.

By the time their hair clumped with sweat, I could no longer hold back the orgasm threatening to burst out.

Squelch!

"Haaah...!!"

Maintaining the speed of my thrusts, I buried my cock to the root inside Hiyori, hooked her gathered legs over my shoulder, and released the tension in my lower body.

"Huuuh... Huh...?"

A questioning gasp spilled from Hiyori's lips; she had been tensing her pelvis tightly.

She had felt the sensation of hot, sticky fluid pumping deep inside her.

"Wh-what are you doing...!!"

Still hugging Miyuki's head, Hiyori demanded answers with a deeply bewildered expression as she took the semen I poured into her.

I let her words go in one ear and out the other, grimacing as I tightened my lower body.

I forcibly blocked the spurting stream of semen, pulled my cock out of Hiyori, and shoved it back inside Miyuki.

Schlick!

"Ah...!!"

I grabbed Miyuki's twitching hips and emptied every last drop into her.

Meanwhile, Miyuki's lower body lost its strength and slid downward, overlapping with Hiyori's lap.

The visual pleasure of that scene was immense.

Unlike Renka and Chinami, who had been completely naked, their panties were merely pulled aside, and their long legs glistened with sweat, making it even more arousing than before.

Lowering my hips in time with Miyuki's sluggish movements to discharge the rest of my semen, I finally pulled out and let out a languid sigh.

I felt there was plenty of room for more fun, but that was just me; the two girls were so overwhelmed by embarrassment that they would definitely refuse another round.

So it was best to settle for this.

Tap, tap.

I gave one of Miyuki's ass cheeks a reassuring pat. She slipped out of Hiyori's limp arms, turned her head, and looked at me.

I expected a resentful glare, but her gaze was surprisingly soft.

But it was only soft compared to what I had anticipated; Miyuki's eyes were still fiercer than usual.

It was because I had practically forced myself on her without asking for proper consent.

Flinching inwardly, I kept a calm face on the outside. I grabbed a nearby dry towel and wiped away the sticky fluid squelching and leaking from their pussies.

Panting, both of them flinched the moment the towel touched them.

I had thought about it earlier, and I thought about it again now, but their reactions were so remarkably similar.

They had been growling at each other not too long ago, yet seeing them catch their breath with their bodies pressed tightly together was cute...

It was probably just because they were completely exhausted, but I thought it made for an excellent sight.

Seeing them wait obediently for me to wipe away the semen sent blood rushing back to my groin, even though I had just finished.

I felt a powerful urge to ruthlessly violate the two of them while they were this submissive.

Unable to resist the temptation, I slipped my hand between their overlapping lower abdomens and pressed down firmly on Hiyori's mound.

"Hya...!!"

Hiyori's pelvis jerked up instantly, causing Miyuki's body lying on top of her to bounce slightly.

"Wh-what are you doing...! Just stay still...!"

As a bonus, Miyuki's voice sharpened into a cute whine as she scolded Hiyori for no reason.

I lightly slapped their inner thighs as they were about to start bickering again.

Smack!

"Eek...!"

"Hyat...!"

Their bodies must have been hypersensitive; they showed a far more intense reaction than usual. Even that was similar.

Chuckling inwardly, I threw on some clothes, stood up, and turned on the lights in both the large and small bathrooms.

"Who wants the big bathroom?"

"...Tell Asahina to take it."

"You sure? You always hated using the small one."

"Wh-when did I ever say I hated it...!"

"Didn't you always stick to the big bathroom?"

"That's true, but I never once said I hated the other one...! Stop coming up with weird conspiracy theories...!"

"Alright, alright."

After teasing the genuinely indignant Miyuki, I turned my attention to Hiyori.

"Should I run a bath for you?"

"I'm fine..."

"Do you like Miyuki that much, by the way? Why are you still hugging her head?"

Startled by my words, Hiyori quickly unraveled her arms.

There was a distinct red mark on Miyuki's cheek.

Hiyori saw it, smoothly averted her gaze, and muttered.

"Sorry..."

Miyuki let it slide and pulled the blanket up to cover her lower half.

I thought she would snap at her for dropping her honorifics, but she seemed to feel a sense of camaraderie with Hiyori's plight and decided to let it slide this once.

Or maybe she just didn't have the energy to bicker.

"Give me something to cover up with too..."

At Hiyori's embarrassed request, I grabbed a long towel from beside the bathroom and handed it to her.

I needed to take a shower too, but separating Miyuki and Hiyori put me in a rather awkward position.

If I showered with one of them, the other would be left as the odd one out.

I should have thought this through a little more... But that was just like me.

Blaming myself, I eventually decided to just use the bathroom of whoever came out first.

*

Miyuki was the first to finish her shower.

And even after I finished washing up and came out, Hiyori still hadn't emerged from her bathroom.

"Did she pass out or something?"

I asked casually while drying my hair. Miyuki, her arms crossed, replied.

"I asked her before you came out, Matsuda-kun. She said she's still washing."

"Is she?"

"Yeah. She naturally takes long showers, it seems... I guess you didn't know?"

That was a trap. Better not give her any ammunition to pick a fight with.

Thinking so, I just shrugged, glossed over her question, and got dressed.

"...Matsuda-kun."

"Yeah."

"Are you happy?"

"About what?"

"Are you happy you finally got your wish?"

Miyuki's tone was laced with sarcasm.

Relieved that she wasn't disappointed in me, I paused for a moment and gave a solemn nod.

"I am."

At my tactless response, Miyuki's jaw dropped.

She stared up at me with an utterly dumbfounded expression, but it didn't take long for her indignant look to melt into reluctant acceptance.

"That's so like you, Matsuda-kun... Unbelievable..."

"Oh. You sound like a grandma."

"Shut up...!"

Miyuki gave my arm a hard shove, her annoyance mixed with a touch of affection.

Her lips were thrust out in a prominent pout; she clearly was a bit miffed by my teasing.

I pulled her into a tight hug and pressed a light kiss to her hair. Hearing the door to the large bathroom open, I reached toward the wardrobe to grab a T-shirt for Hiyori.

But Miyuki stopped me and spoke up.

"I left some clothes on the towel rack outside her door. She'll change into them and come out."

Thorough and prepared, just like Miyuki.

She was so adorable that it made me want to fuck her again.

"Good job. Did you let her know they're there?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I just didn't think I needed to say anything."

"Isn't it actually because you'd get embarrassed if Asahina thanked you?"

"N-no, I wouldn't...!?"

I was spot on. My Miyuki really was terrible at lying.

"Sure, let's go with that."

"What do you mean, 'go with that'...! Don't act like you're doing me a favor by letting it slide."

"Are you mad?"

"No."

"You seem mad."

"I told you I'm not...!"

"Then why are you yelling?"

"Because you keep saying I am when I'm not...!"

Miyuki was adorable as she stamped her feet in indignation.

Because she was wearing my oversized T-shirt, the shorts she had put on were completely hidden by the hem—a detail that only made her look even cuter.

And more than a little enticing, too.

While Miyuki continued to grumble at me in a sullen voice, Hiyori stepped into the living room, fully dressed in my clothes.

She looked back and forth between Miyuki and me with a towel draped haphazardly over her head. Perhaps feeling self-conscious about wearing my clothes right in front of Miyuki, she offered an excuse.

"I didn't have a choice."

In response, Miyuki just fiddled with the hem of her own T-shirt and nodded dismissively.

"I know."

"At my place..."

Hiyori started to add something else, but she shot me a sidelong glance and snapped her mouth shut.

She had been about to say that she had a few pieces of my clothing at her place too, but she held her tongue, likely worried it would start a fight.

My Hiyori had grown up too. I was proud of her.

"At your place what?"

"Never mind."

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

Why was it so amusing to watch the two of them stealing glances at each other, apparently having run out of things to say?

They might not look like it on the surface, but they had definitely grown closer on the inside.

Creampies really were the answer. Look at how well everything was turning out.

From now on, whenever there was a problem, I would just have to solve it by coming inside them.

Chuckling at their awkwardness, I laid out a fresh futon on the floor.

And then I lined up three pillows on it.

"Wh-what are you doing...?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you putting out three pillows...?"

"So we can all rest."

"...You mean you want us to sleep over?"

"Sleeping all three of us together sounds nice."

Hiyori and Miyuki's eyes went wide at my suggestion.

They seemed completely dumbfounded by how naturally I acted, as if the three of us sleeping in the same bed was a given.

Or maybe they were just terrified I was going to fuck them both all over again.

"I have a curfew."

"I know. Just try calling home. If they say no, it can't be helped, but if they say yes, then great."

"They'll say no...?"

"How do you know if you haven't even tried?"

"Because I know I'll just get yelled at..."

"Miyuki, pass me some water."

I held my hand out toward Miyuki, who had quietly gone over to the fridge to grab a drink. She flinched for no reason, despite doing nothing wrong, and hesitantly walked over to hand me the bottle of water.

"Just try asking them."

"I'm telling you, they'll say no..."

"Then just carefully hint at it."

"..."

"You can at least do that, right?"

"No... I really don't know what you expect me to say..."

Stealing sidelong glances at Miyuki, Hiyori repeatedly bent down and straightened back up, hesitating over whether to pick up her Cell Phone from the tatami floor.

Miyuki looked almost completely resigned to it all, and it seemed that my blatant shamelessness was dragging her into the pace of things too.

It really went to show that you just had to be completely shameless.

Pushing forward so stubbornly was definitely the right move.