Chapter 119: Mikasa’s morning ritual with Yoruichi. Firearms class announcement. +18

Sometime in the morning hours, Rin shifts above you with careful grace, aqua eyes meeting yours in dim light filtering through the sleeping quarters. Her breathing steadies as she leans down, pressing lips against yours in slow deliberate kiss. Warmth transfers between your mouths before she carefully lifts herself off your erection with quiet gasp.

"Rest well," Rin whispers, stroking your cheek once before moving aside.

Mikasa appears immediately from the shadows, red scarf trailing as she positions herself over you. Dark eyes hold yours with intensity as she reaches down, guiding your cock inside her with smooth motion. She sinks fully onto you in one movement, inner walls gripping firmly.

"Sleep," Mikasa commands softly, settling her weight. "I'll keep watch."

You drift back off with Mikasa's warmth surrounding you, aware of movement as Rin, Musashi, and Bulma quietly depart for their watch shifts. Sleep comes easily despite penetrative connection.

Hours later consciousness returns gradually. You become aware of wetness surrounding your cock - Mikasa still impaled above you, thighs trembling slightly. Hinata's soft weight presses against your right side, lavender eyes closed in sleep while her hand rests on your chest. Kurumi sprawls across your left, heterochromatic gaze half-lidded as your left hand cups her sex directly.

"Master's awake," Kurumi purrs, hips shifting against your palm.

Maria kneels near your legs, violet eyes gleaming. Nami sits cross-legged at the foot of the mattress, orange hair messy from sleep. You glance upward past Albedo's breasts to find her golden eyes watching from above, your head pillowed between her pale thighs. Her smile widens as recognition crosses your face.

"Good morning," Albedo says warmly, fingers stroking through your hair.

You begin moving deliberately. Your fingers press deeper against Kurumi's wet folds, circling her clit with practiced pressure. She gasps sharply, thighs clamping around your hand.

"Brad-" Kurumi moans.

You turn your head right, capturing Hinata's lips in slow kiss. She responds immediately, tongue meeting yours while her hand tightens on your chest. You break the kiss to look up at Mikasa, whose dark eyes have grown intense.

"Good morning," you say, reaching up to cup Mikasa's face and pull her down into deep kiss. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around your cock as your tongues tangle.

Your right hand slides back down to Hinata's thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh possessively. Hinata gasps against your ear, body pressing closer.

"Goshujin-sama," Hinata breathes.

Yoruichi stretches near the wall, purple hair tousled. Sinon sits upright beside her, short blue hair neat despite sleep. Maria watches from her kneeling position with slight smile.

You shift beneath the comfortable weight of women draped across you, fingers still moving lazily against Kurumi's wetness. "Mikasa," you say with slight grin, meeting dark eyes above. "Aren't you supposed to be maintaining our morning routine?"

Mikasa's expression shifts from protective intensity to something heated. Her inner walls clench deliberately around your cock still buried inside her. "You want the shower," she states rather than asks.

"I think it's a nice starting tradition, thank you for suggesting it." you reply.

Yoruichi stretches languidly from her position near the wall, purple hair catching dim light. Golden eyes gleam with interest as she rises to her feet in one fluid motion. "Shower sex sounds perfect," she announces, padding naked toward you. "I'm joining."

"Yoruichi-san," Mikasa begins, slight edge entering her voice.

"We can share," Yoruichi interrupts smoothly, crouching beside the mattress. Her gaze meets yours with playful challenge. "Unless you object, Brad?"

You carefully extract your hand from Kurumi's thighs, earning a small whimper of protest. "No objections," you confirm. "Let's move."

Mikasa lifts herself off you slowly, wetness coating your softening erection as she withdraws. She stands immediately, offering her hand to pull you upright. Albedo shifts gracefully, allowing your head to lift from her pale thighs.

You notice Albedo's white dress and matching lingerie pooled beside where she'd been sitting, golden eyes watching you with knowing smile as you register her nudity. The succubus makes no move to cover herself.

Hinata reluctantly releases your right arm, lavender eyes following your movement. Kurumi maintains grip on your left arm for an extra moment. Maria, Nami, and Bulma shift positions as you rise to your feet.

"We'll prepare breakfast," Robin offers from the foot of the mattress, blue eyes thoughtful.

Violet nods agreement beside her. "Cooking procedures will be instructive."

Mikasa's hand closes around your wrist possessively as Yoruichi moves to your other side. The dark-skinned woman's fingers trail down your chest with deliberate slowness.

"Shower's this way," Mikasa says, voice carrying territorial edge as she guides you toward the adjoining bathroom. "I know where everything is."

Yoruichi's laugh follows you into the corridor. "I'm sure we can figure it out together."

You step into the shower with Mikasa and Yoruichi following close behind. Steam begins rising as hot water cascades from multiple heads mounted along the tiled walls. The enclosed space forces proximity between the three of you.

"Hands on the wall," you command, voice carrying easily over the sound of water. "Both of you."

Mikasa moves immediately, dark eyes holding yours for a moment before she turns to face the far wall. Her palms press flat against white tile. Yoruichi pauses for just a heartbeat, golden eyes gleaming with challenge, before she mirrors the position beside Mikasa.

"Good," you murmur, stepping closer. Your left hand slides between Mikasa's thighs from behind, fingers finding her already-wet entrance. Your right hand moves to Yoruichi, pressing against her folds with deliberate pressure.

Mikasa gasps sharply as two fingers push inside her, inner walls clenching immediately around the intrusion. Yoruichi's breath hitches when you circle her clit with your thumb while sliding fingers deep.

"Mikasa likes being controlled," you say conversationally, curling fingers inside the Attack on Titan soldier. Her thighs tremble violently. "She gets off on surrendering to me. Don't you?"

"Yes," Mikasa breathes, voice strained.

You increase pace on Yoruichi, feeling her wetness coat your fingers. "Yoruichi likes being watched. She wants everyone to know how good she feels. Exhibitionist."

"Fuck," Yoruichi moans, hips grinding back against your hand. "You're not wrong."

You work both women in steady rhythm, adjusting pressure and angle based on their mounting arousal. Mikasa's breathing becomes desperate gasps, her forehead pressing against tile. Yoruichi's thighs shake as she pushes back harder against your fingers.

"One of you is going to come first," you state calmly. "Wonder who breaks."

Mikasa's inner walls suddenly clamp down hard around your fingers, her entire body going rigid. "Brad!" she cries out as her climax hits, hips bucking uncontrollably.

You withdraw your fingers from Mikasa and grip her hip with your left hand, guiding your cock to her still-spasming entrance. You push inside in one smooth thrust, her wetness making penetration effortless. Mikasa screams as you fill her completely, her orgasm intensifying from the sudden penetration.

You match her pace, feeling her inner walls rippling around your shaft. Your right hand continues working Yoruichi's clit and folds, keeping her arousal building while you fuck Mikasa through her prolonged climax.

You pull from Mikasa carefully, her inner walls clinging to your shaft as you pull out. She gasps sharply, dark eyes glazed as she slumps forward against the tile wall. Water cascades over her trembling shoulders while she catches her breath.

Yoruichi watches from beside Mikasa, golden eyes gleaming with anticipation. Purple hair clings to her neck and shoulders, water streaming down dark skin. "Finally," she purrs, voice carrying hunger.

You step behind Yoruichi, gripping her hips firmly. She arches her back immediately, pressing her ass against you. "Make the wait worth it," she demands.

You thrust inside her in one hard stroke. Yoruichi's cry echoes off tile walls as you fill her completely. Her wetness surrounds your cock, inner walls gripping tightly. You set a relentless pace immediately, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in.

"Fuck yes!" Yoruichi moans, palms flat against the wall. "Just like that- harder-"

You increase pace, hips pistoning against her ass. Water splashes with each impact. Yoruichi's body responds perfectly, meeting each thrust with backward motion. Her breathing becomes ragged gasps within moments.

Mikasa turns to watch, still recovering against the opposite wall. Dark eyes track your movements with intensity despite her exhaustion.

Yoruichi's inner walls begin fluttering around your shaft. You feel her climbing toward climax rapidly. Instead of maintaining the hard pace, you slow deliberately just as she reaches the edge.

"Brad!" Yoruichi protests, frustration clear in her voice. "Don't you dare-"

You resume the hard thrusts immediately. Yoruichi screams as her orgasm hits, body convulsing violently. But you don't let her come down - you maintain the relentless pace, prolonging her peak. Each thrust sends new waves through her trembling frame.

"Too much-" Yoruichi gasps. "I can't- fuck!"

Her second climax crashes into the first before the initial peak has fully subsided. Yoruichi's legs give out, only your grip on her hips keeping her upright. You slow gradually, drawing out her prolonged pleasure until she's gasping desperately.

You withdraw carefully once her trembling subsides. Yoruichi collapses forward against the wall beside Mikasa, chest heaving. You move to stand between them, water streaming over all three bodies.

You cup Mikasa's face first, tilting her chin up to capture her lips in slow kiss. She responds weakly, tongue meeting yours while her breathing steadies. You break away to turn toward Yoruichi, kissing her equally.

"Shower first," you announce, reaching for soap. "Then we dry off."

Both women nod silently, still too dazed to protest.

Working lather between your palms. Mikasa stands beside you, dark eyes watching as you wash across her shoulders, water cascading over both of you.

"Efficient," Mikasa murmurs, turning to let you wash her back.

Yoruichi stretches against the opposite wall, purple hair plastered to her neck. "Take your time," she says with lazy grin. "I'm enjoying the view."

You cup water in your hands, rinsing soap from Mikasa's skin. She leans into your touch slightly before stepping under the spray. You turn toward Yoruichi next, fingers trailing soap down her dark shoulders. She arches into your hands with appreciative sound.

"Someone's thorough," Yoruichi teases as your palms slide down her sides.

You steal a kiss from her, tasting water on her lips. She responds immediately, tongue meeting yours briefly before you pull back to continue washing. Your hands move lower, ostensibly cleaning but lingering deliberately. Yoruichi gasps softly against your mouth.

Mikasa finishes rinsing, reaching for one of the towels stacked nearby. "We should eat," she states practically, though her gaze lingers on you and Yoruichi.

You give Yoruichi's ass a final squeeze before stepping back under the spray yourself. The former Bleach captain laughs, grabbing her own towel. Within minutes all three of you are dried and dressed - you in cargo pants and black t-shirt, Mikasa in a button-up shirt and hot pants, Yoruichi in form-fitting athletic wear.

The corridor leading to the galley carries sounds of conversation and movement. You push through the double doors into organized chaos. Robin stands at the industrial stove, blue eyes focused on several pans simultaneously. Sango stands near the sink area cleaning a large bowl, her expression steady as she works. Violet measures ingredients at the prep counter with methodical precision, blonde hair tied back. Liza assists beside her slicing vegetables with focused knife work. Nami coordinates plates and utensils at the long dining table while Maria arranges juice containers.

Riveria stands at a serving counter in white lingerie that clings to her elven frame, emerald hair loose down her back as she arranges bowls of fruit. The delicate fabric shifts with each movement while she works.

Albedo sits in one corner wearing her white dress, golden eyes tracking movements throughout the space. Bulma fiddles with what appears to be a disassembled something, blue ponytail bobbing as she mutters technical observations. Rika Minami checking ammunition pouches on a side bench before joining the table setup. Hinata serves tea with quiet elegance, lavender eyes brightening when she notices your arrival.

Kurumi occupies a chair near the wall, heterochromatic gaze meeting yours with knowing smile. Rin sits across from her discussing something with animated hand gestures. C.C. sits at the far end of the table with a relaxed posture, green hair framing her face while she observes everything. Asia moves between stations offering assistance wherever needed, modified habit swishing around her thighs.

Erza enters from the opposite door in a waitress uniform carrying stacked trays, scarlet hair catching fluorescent light. Musashi follows behind her with additional supplies, both women moving with comfortable coordination. Nova leans against the counter edge in her swimwear so precise it looks tactical, watching the group sharply despite the calm environment.

You settle into a chair at the long dining table as Hinata approaches gracefully, her lavender eyes bright with quiet satisfaction. She pours tea from a porcelain pot with practiced elegance, the miniskirt swishing around her thighs as she moves.

"Goshujin-sama," Hinata murmurs, placing the cup before you with both hands. Her fingers linger momentarily on the saucer.

"Thank you, Hinata." You take a sip before scanning the galley. "Where are Shinobu, Sinon and Tuka?"

"Watch duty," Rika answers from across the table. She stands smoothly, tactical vest shifting as she approaches. "They're rotating through the command center and deck patrols. I'm ready to start basic firearms training after breakfast, but I'll need ammunition supplies."

You set down your tea. "Everyone who doesn't know firearms already should join," you announce, voice carrying easily through the galley. "There's a huge difference between watching someone fire a gun and actually holding a gun yourself. Knowing how the weapons function and feel will make potential fights far easier."

Robin glances up from the stove, blue eyes thoughtful. "Sensible advice."

Violet nods from the prep counter. "I will participate."

"Me too," Bulma adds, looking up from her disassembled device. "Never actually needed to use a real gun before."

Rika stops beside your chair. "I'll need ammunition. Lots of it for proper training."

"Give me a magazine," you say.

Rika reaches into her tactical vest, withdrawing a standard handgun magazine. She places it on the table before you. You pick it up, feeling the weight, then channel mana through your fingers. The enchantment activates smoothly - Connection to the network and Reload, set to create ammunition automatically as rounds are pushed or fired.

The magazine glows faintly gold for three seconds before returning to normal appearance.

"The same auto-creation of bullets as you use them," you explain, handing it back. "Connected to the network, so it draws from the current colossal mana pool. You won't run out."

Rika examines the magazine with professional interest, testing the weight and pushing one out. "Convenient. Makes me wish I always had it."

"I'll join the lessons after I finish enchanting the last five ships on the Navy priority list," you add, standing. "Should only take a few minutes."

Maria approaches from the side, violet eyes gleaming. "The remaining vessels have been waiting sense yesterday. Captain Webb confirmed their coordinates this morning."

"Perfect." You drain your tea. "I'll handle them remotely from the flight deck."

Albedo watches from her corner position, golden eyes tracking your movements. Kurumi sips tea across from Rin, heterochromatic gaze lingering on you with knowing smile.