Stealing Spree

On the bus trip home, I focused solely on my phone, chatting with my girls. But among those messages that were almost buried, I saw one that came from Futaba.

Right. That girl. I saw her this morning but unlike the other day, wherein she talked to me privately, conveying her determination to continue our sessions to help her overcome that unique constitution of being hypersensitive to intimate touch, she acted a little more normally. She played her role of the most sensible girl when Eri acted comically again.

But this… I expected her to show up one day and ask me for the next session. She sent a message instead.

“Onoda-kun, are you free on Tuesday?”

I thought for a moment before replying. Let’s not assume that it’s for ‘that’ right away. Give her the benefit of a doubt but then again, will I be free that day?

School will take up too much of my time due to festival preparations and it’ll be dark when I return home. At night, I’ll go home to Akane. It’ll be safe to say that I don’t really have any free time unless… I forgo relaxing at home.

“I can’t say for sure yet but what is it about, Futaba?”

Since she sent it hours ago, it took quite a while for the girl to reply. Perhaps she was eating dinner or she was taking a bath. Either way, there’s no need to rush.

Sure enough, her reply came at the same time the bus reached my stop.

“You know why I’m contacting you, Onoda-kun.”

Heh. So, she’s not going to say it directly. She wants me to acknowledge it first. Still playing the sensible girl even when asking for that. I guess that’s to be expected. Imagine how embarrassed she was in coming to this decision.

I started the short walk home, deciding not to reply right away. She wanted confirmation that I understood her unspoken request, another session to desensitize her hypersensitive body. To make her feel the same pleasure again…

Perhaps she thought I wasn’t going to answer because she wasn’t being clear enough, the girl sent another message a few minutes later.

At this point, I had already arrived at our street, and I could already see the lights of our house.

“Onoda-kun, it’s about that. You know what I’m talking about, right? I’ll get Akane and Fuyu’s permission too. I promised them that.”

Her wording remained cautious, yet the implication was clear. That’s the only reason she’s going to contact me and ask for my time, after all.

Alright. I won’t make it difficult for her. Just this one time.

“Alright. But you know I don’t have much free time during weekdays, right? Will you come home with Akane after school or…”

I intentionally cut the message right there, implying the last time she brought me to her house and asked for it. That’s another option, albeit circumstantial. After all, if her parents were home, it wouldn’t be possible.

As I hit ‘send’, I could already imagine the girl turning red from reminiscing about that time.

Ah. No. She must’ve been replaying it over and over… right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so determined to continue even though it meant betraying her boyfriend.

Anyway, I pocketed my phone right after that. I have already arrived home.

Upon entering our front door, Akane, acting like a housewife, was waiting for me as usual. She jumped into my arms, followed by another girl who pulled my head down to her chest.

Who else was it but Nao?

“Husband, welcome home.”

“Ruki, I missed you!”

Their warmth and sweet voices instantly relieved some of the fatigue acquired throughout the day. My heart swelled as I wrapped my arms around them.

“Mhm… I’m home. And I missed you too, Nao.”

I lifted my head from being buried between Nao’s bouncy chest. Then I leaned in to kiss them both alternately. And it didn’t end with just one kiss.

As if filling in their longing for me, the two girls clung tighter, their lips chasing mine in a heated tangle that left us all breathless. Akane’s tongue slipped past my teeth first, teasing and demanding, while Nao’s hands roamed down my back, clutching at me as if afraid I would leave her grasp.

Once they were satisfied, I followed them to the living room where I was naturally greeted by a pleasant sight. Watching a recorded kids’ show was the boy Minoru. Next to him was Hanabi, sitting on the floor with her legs stretched on her side like a proper lady. Her long black hair, adorned with a ribbon, swayed as she bobbed her head while humming along to the music from the TV.

What an adorable goofball.

Then, sitting on one of the single sofas was the egotistic girl with her usual high ponytail. She was sitting like a queen there but her eyes were also fixed on the TV. She’s trying her best not to hum along with Hanabi and the boy, Minoru.

Turning my head to the kitchen, there’s Miwa-nee in an apron. She’s holding a sauce plate, tasting it with a wooden spoon. The apron hugs her curves just right, the strings tied in a neat bow at her back, accentuating that perfect hourglass figure I’ve had the pleasure of exploring more times than I can count.

The aroma hits me next, rich, savory curry simmering on the stove, mixed with the faint sweetness of freshly cooked rice.

My stomach growls in anticipation, but it’s not just food I’m hungry for after a day like today.

Miwa-nee spots me first, her eyes lighting up with that mature, teasing glint.

She sets the spoon down and wipes her hands on the apron. She turned to my direction, her ample breasts seemed to jiggle under her casual home blouse.

“Ruki-kun, welcome home.”

Her voice is smooth like honey, laced with that promise of not holding even against the younger girls when it comes to showing affection to me.

At this, Nao and Akane gently loosened their hold on me, allowing me to cross the distance to Miwa-nee.

Just like with the two, the first thing I did was put her in my embrace and kiss her before saying, “I’m home, Miwa-nee. And… that smells great.”

“Geez, Ruki. You sound like you’re still not used to going home with our cooked meals.”

“That’s not it, though. I’m just appreciating everything you do. Regardless of who it is, I will be grateful to have wonderful women in my life.”

“Alright. That’s enough sweet talk. You’ve got two new girls home. Go and tend to them first. We’ll prepare the table.

Before I could respond, Akane tugged at my arm and then pointed me to the living room. Likewise, Nao was signaling for me to greet them.

Right. They came here even though they’re technically not my girls yet. Hanabi, despite the connection we made back then and the playful endearment of calling her ‘babe’ was still not formally my girlfriend.

Or maybe she already is? Well, she’s more concerned about her twin sister’s reunion with me than our relationship, after all. In any case, I’m glad to see her again.

As for Azusa… Well, that’s complicated. Among all the guys she knew, I was the shameless guy who tore down her defenses. Every encounter of ours was her trying to beat me and prove herself to be superior again. However, the result was always her being swayed by me that she’s almost addicted.

I mean, that day during the Interhigh, she couldn’t hold herself back from humping on my lap while savoring a long, deep kiss.

As I started moving back to the living room, Hanabi finally noticed the commotion. Her head jumped up like a startled puppy. She then scrambled to her feet, her long black hair swishing behind her, the ribbon bouncing cutely.

“Ruki, welcome home. Hehe!” She bounded over like a bunny, stopping right in front of me. She still looked so innocent but there’s that underlying goofiness as she waited for my hand to pat her.

And so I did. Not just a pat but I also ruffled her soft hair causing her to pout.

“T-too much, Ruki. Just say you miss me.”

“Well, I do miss my babe. What about you?”

Upon hearing that, the girl instantly froze before looking up at me, her giggling becoming a little stiff, “Y-yeah, babe. I miss you too?”

This girl. Why is that a question?

Then there’s the egotistic one. Azusa crossed her legs on the single sofa, flipping her hair dramatically before standing up with exaggerated grace. “Hmph. The king has finally returned to his castle. Took you long enough, shameless junior.”

Her tone is haughty but her cheeks were flushed pink as she approached me. Her eyes went down to my crotch for a split second before snapping back up. As always, she’s trying to play it cool, but I can see the anticipation building. She’s wearing the outfit she showed me last time and from the glint in her eyes, she’s waiting for me to comment about it.