*Note: Sorry for not upload chapter yesterday but I couldn' it, sorry. I advise you from now that the Saturday I won't be in my house so it won't be any chapter. The sunday we'll return to the normality.
Have a good day :)
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The following day aboard the spaceship felt… unusual. Or perhaps, to be more precise, it was a lie to call it truly "weird," since the girls had gradually become accustomed to this kind of atmosphere over time. Back at home, the rhythmic, unmistakable sounds of Akira engaging in passionate intimacy with one of the girls had become a nearly daily occurrence. The nights filled with the soft sounds of solitary pleasure and shared lust were frequent enough that most of the household had developed a certain level of immunity to the auditory evidence of Akira's active love life. However, "most" did not mean "all." On this particular journey back to Earth, the only ones truly affected by the previous night's events were Mikan and Kari—especially the latter.
Kari's situation was particularly delicate. Ever since that pivotal moment at her house when she and Akira had crossed certain boundaries, her latent sexual desires had been completely awakened, like a dormant volcano finally erupting. The sounds she had been forced to overhear the night before—the raw, unrestrained moans of Dita and Akira—had acted as a catalyst, worsening her state of arousal to an almost unbearable degree. On the other hand, Mikan had been harboring these desires for quite some time now. She had watched with growing impatience as the weeks turned into months, her own longing for Akira reaching a boiling point. After witnessing the events of the previous night, her patience had finally shattered into a thousand pieces.
The core of their frustration was rooted in a sense of profound unfairness. Dita was the latest addition to the group, a girl who had only been part of their circle for a matter of days. In contrast, Mikan and Kari had been recognized as Akira's girlfriends for weeks, even months.
"Why did Dita get to experience him before us? It simply isn't fair!" Mikan thought, her mind racing with a mixture of envy and longing.
Unable to contain their mounting frustration any longer, Kari and Mikan shared a deep, meaningful look—a silent communication between two girls who understood exactly what the other was feeling. Without a word to the others, they retreated to the privacy of Mikan's room to discuss the situation.
"Mikan… I think, this time, we need to declare a truce," Kari said, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.
"I hate to admit it, but… you're right. I can't keep holding back like this. It's physically and mentally exhausting," Mikan replied, nodding in agreement as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Exactly! And besides, look at Dita. She arrived last! How is it even possible that she jumped the line and got ahead of us?" Kari exclaimed, her hands clenched into small fists. "We've been his girlfriends for so much longer! It's an insult to our positions!"
The cloud of sexual desire was so thick it had begun to obscure their usual rational thinking, even planting seeds of resentment toward Dita. It wasn't that they hated her, but the sting of being "left behind" was too sharp to ignore.
"You're right about that. Dita beat us to the punch in that aspect," Mikan conceded, her expression darkening. "But we've been by his side through so much more. We can't allow her to have had sex with Akira on her very first day of being his girlfriend while we are still sitting here as virgins. We have to take action. We have to do something about this, and we have to do it now."
"If Akira won't take the first step… then we'll just have to do it ourselves," Kari declared, her eyes shining with a new, determined light.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Would you two like some professional help?" a voice suddenly asked from the doorway.
The two girls jumped, startled. They had been so deeply engrossed in their conspiracy that they hadn't even noticed Momo entering the room. But as the initial shock wore off, they realized they didn't really mind that she had overheard. After all, among the girls in the harem, their desires for Akira were hardly a secret.
"Momo… will you really help us?" Mikan asked, her eyes wide with hope.
"You are my sisters, my family. We are all destined to be the wives of the same man," Momo said with a gentle, supportive smile as she closed the door behind her. "Of course I will help you achieve your goal. It's practically my duty as your sister."
"But what can we even do? To be honest, my mind is a blank," Kari confessed, frustration leaking into her tone. Under normal circumstances, her genius-level intellect could have devised a dozen brilliant strategies, but her current state of arousal was so overwhelming that her thoughts were entirely occupied by "dirty" images of Akira. She and Mikan were, quite simply, sexually frustrated to the point of cognitive impairment.
"The solution is simple, really," Momo explained, leaning against the wall. "The only thing holding Akira back from being with you isn't your appearance, your charm, or your height. It's your age. He has a very specific moral hang-up about it."
"But… we are who we are," Mikan sighed, looking down at her small frame. "We can't just magically grow up overnight. Years have to pass before we reach the 'age' he seems to be waiting for."
The thought of waiting until they were fourteen or fifteen felt like a death sentence. To their adolescent minds, several years felt like an eternity, especially when their bodies were screaming for attention right now.
"True," Momo smirked, "you can't change time. But that's why I have this."
With a flourish, Momo reached into her pocket and produced a small, elegant vial. Inside, a fine, shimmering bluish powder shifted with every movement of her hand.
"What is that?" Kari asked, leaning in with intense curiosity.
"This is Rángel powder. It's derived from a very rare flower that grows exclusively on the planet Rariel," Momo explained, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"And what does it do?" Mikan whispered back.
"This… is an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. Just a tiny pinch of this in a drink, and Akira won't be able to resist his most primal instincts," Momo revealed.
To Mikan and Kari, the powder looked like a cold bottle of water in the middle of a scorching desert—an oasis found in the depths of their desperation. But a small, lingering voice in the back of their minds raised a difficult question: Was this ethical? Was it truly right to drug the man they loved just to satisfy their own desires?
"Should we really do it?" Mikan asked, her voice wavering. For a moment, even she felt that this might be crossing a line. Were they truly that desperate?
"It certainly is… morally questionable," Kari added, her analytical side momentarily fighting through the haze of lust. Using external substances to force a situation felt a bit like cheating, or worse.
"Well," Momo said, her tone light but pointed, "you could always try to convince him logically. But let's be honest—he's shown absolutely no interest in changing his mind on his own. He's quite stubborn about his 'principles' regarding lolis."
Momo's motivation was deceptively simple. She wanted Mikan and Kari to be "claimed" by Akira as soon as possible. It wasn't just about helping her sisters; Momo had a bit of a quirk—a fetish, even—for seeing all of Akira's fiancées integrated into his bed as quickly as possible. She had already decided that Haruna and Mikado would be Akira's "prey" the coming weekend, so she didn't need to worry about them. The only remaining "problems" were Kari and Mikan.
As someone who knew Mikan intimately, Momo had noticed how Mikan had been subtly (and not so subtly) insinuating herself into Akira's space over the last few weeks, hoping he would finally take the hint. Unfortunately, Akira was determined to "protect" them, viewing them as "illegal lolis" who shouldn't be worrying about adult themes until they were much older.
But from the girls' perspective, the clock was ticking. In a year or two, Akira would likely be King. By then, his harem would probably consist of dozens of the most beautiful women in the galaxy. Were Mikan and Kari supposed to just sit on the sidelines, the only virgins among a sea of experienced queens and princesses? Momo, acting as their "supportive" sister, couldn't allow that. Her "good intentions" were certainly colored by her own eccentricities, but she genuinely believed she was doing them a favor.
She knew Akira would never give in to their requests voluntarily. Therefore, in Momo's mind, drugs weren't a crime—they were a tool. Besides, she rationalized, this wasn't some dangerous street drug; Rángel powder was a common, legal substance used by couples in the galaxy to spice up their love lives. Of course, using it without the other person's knowledge was "technically" frowned upon, but she chose to ignore that detail.
"So," Kari asked, her curiosity finally winning over her hesitation, "just how strong is this aphrodisiac?"
"Strong enough to ensure you both get exactly what you want tonight," Momo promised with a wink.
Mikan and Kari exchanged another look. This time, there was no hesitation. The silent agreement was sealed. They wanted Akira, and if his "morals" were the only thing in the way, they would simply remove them for a few hours. They would deal with the apologies and the consequences the next morning.
"Alright… but how do we do it?" Mikan asked. "Zastin is always around, and the other girls… how do we give it to him without anyone noticing?"
"Oh, don't you worry about that. Just leave the logistics to me," Momo said confidently.
In reality, Momo knew she didn't even have to lie to the other girls. If she told Lala, Nana, and the others the truth, they would likely clear the path for Mikan and Kari out of a sense of solidarity. Nana might be a little pouty and jealous for a moment, but she was easily swayed, especially if Akira "convinced" her later in his own special way.
"Deal," the two younger girls whispered in unison.
Several hours later.
According to the ship's internal chronometer, it was late into the "night." This was the final night of their journey before returning to Earth, a fact that Akira was personally quite grateful for. While traveling the stars was exciting, he missed the comforts of home—the familiar space where he could be alone with his girls without Zastin constantly hovering nearby.
"Can you repeat that one more time? Why exactly is no one else here for dinner?" Akira asked, his brow furrowed with mild suspicion.
He was sitting at the small dining table, but the atmosphere felt off. Only Mikan, Kari, and Momo were present. The rest of the girls—Lala, Nana, Yami, and Dita—were nowhere to be seen.
"I told you, they're just exhausted," Momo said, her tone perfectly casual as she picked at her food. "Yesterday was a very… intense day for everyone. Your 'festivities' with Dita echoed through the entire hull. None of us got much sleep, and they decided to turn in early to catch up on rest."
Akira cleared his throat, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I… right. I suppose that makes sense. I wish the ship was a bit more soundproof. It's not like I have a 'silence' spell or anything."
"And what about Zastin?" Akira added. "I haven't seen him since he practically passed out at lunch."
"Oh, you know Zastin," Momo laughed lightly. "He's a man of duty, but even he has his limits. He said he was feeling particularly drained and decided to take a long shift in the recovery pod. He probably won't be up until we're within orbital range of Earth."
Akira nodded, though something about Momo's answer felt a bit rehearsed, as if she were hiding a smirk. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Well, I should probably go check on the others after I finish here, just to make sure they're actually okay," Akira said, reaching for his drink.
"That's a sweet thought, but finish your dinner first," Mikan insisted, quickly sliding a glass toward him. "Here, have some Coca-Cola. It's nice and cold."
"Thanks," Akira said, taking a long, refreshing gulp of the soda.
"Oh! I just remembered I left something in the restroom. I'll be right back!" Momo said suddenly, standing up and nearly bolting out of the room before Akira could even respond.
Left alone with just Mikan and Kari, Akira continued to eat, but after a few minutes, a strange sensation began to wash over him.
"Wait… what's happening?" he whispered to himself.
A sudden, intense heat began to radiate from the core of his body. It felt as if a fire had been lit in his veins, but it wasn't the searing pain of a burn. Instead, it was a pulsing, throbbing warmth that made his skin feel overly sensitive.
"Akira? Is something wrong?" Kari asked, her voice sounding unusually soft and melodic in his ears.
Akira looked up, his vision blurring slightly. He saw Kari and Mikan sitting on either side of him. In his heightened state, he suddenly became acutely aware of them in a way he had never been before. He noticed the curve of their silhouettes, the way their clothes clung to their developing frames, and the innocent yet provocative way they were looking at him.
"You're looking very flushed, Akira. Do you have a fever?" Mikan asked, leaning in close. She reached out and pressed her forehead against his to "check his temperature."
The moment her skin touched his, it felt like an electric shock coursed through his entire nervous system.
"I… I feel… really strange," Akira groaned.
Below the table, his body was reacting with a violent intensity. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, and his arousal was growing so rapidly it was becoming painful. In that moment of clarity, he finally connected the dots. The "exhaustion" of the other girls, Zastin's disappearance, the drink Mikan had given him, Momo's sudden departure…
"What… what did you put in my drink?" he managed to choke out, his voice thick with desire.
His moral compass, usually so sturdy, began to spin wildly. His sense of "right and wrong" was being drowned out by a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated lust.
"I'm so sorry, Akira… but we didn't have any other choice," Mikan whispered, her eyes dark with her own longing.
"We know that deep down, you want this as much as we do," Kari added, placing a hand on his thigh. "But your 'morals' were in the way. You were never going to take the lead."
"So… we just decided to give you a little push," Mikan finished, her breath hot against his ear.
"An… aphrodisiac…" Akira realized, his head spinning.
He wanted to protest. He wanted to tell them this was wrong, that they were too young, that he shouldn't be doing this. But the drug was too powerful. As the last remnants of his willpower crumbled, his vision shifted. He no longer saw "illegal lolis" or "little sisters." Instead, he saw two beautiful, enticing women who were offering him exactly what his body was screaming for.
Logic fled, replaced by a singular, consuming thought: He was going to fuck them, and nothing else mattered.