*Note: my holidays lasted more than I think and I arrived to my home yesterday, sorry for the incovenience :(
An have a good day :)
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The night eventually bled into a new day, and the "morning" arrived without any further incidents a few hours later. Despite it being the designated hour for breakfast—a time when the ship's common areas would usually be bustling with activity—not a single girl had decided to step out of the sanctuary of her private quarters. One might wonder why such a heavy silence hung over the corridors, but the reason was as clear as it was pungent.
The air within the living area of Zastin's ship was thick and heavy, saturated with the unmistakable, musky scent of a long night of carnal passion. It was a lingering cloud that spoke of exhaustion and unbridled intimacy. Fortunately, the advanced ventilation systems of the alien craft were already humming at full capacity, laboring to filter and refresh the atmosphere. They would likely rectify the situation in a couple of hours, but for the time being, the rest of the crew had decided it was best to wait for the air to clear. That, and perhaps more importantly, they were waiting for the three people responsible for this chaotic mess to finally wake up and make themselves presentable to the world once more.
After what felt like an eternity of deep, dreamless slumber, Akira finally forced his eyelids open. He felt disoriented, his mind shrouded in a thick fog as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. His thoughts were a tangled mess, slowly reeling back to the events of the previous evening.
He clearly remembered sitting down for dinner, the atmosphere pleasant and domestic alongside Momo, Kari, and Mikan. But then, the memory began to fracture. He recalled Kari leaning over to serve him a drink, the cool liquid sliding down his throat... and then, a sudden, violent heat had erupted within his veins. His body had felt like it was catching fire from the inside out. Beyond that point, his recollection became a hazy, fragmented blur. All that remained was a primal, singular urge—an overwhelming, desperate hunger for sex that had drowned out his reason. He had fleeting, strobe-light memories of himself tangled with the two younger girls, lost in a feverish haze of lust.
Was that just a dream? he wondered, his heart beginning to hammer against his ribs. It had to be, right?
However, the harsh reality of his situation crashed down upon him the moment he tried to move. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, he realized with a jolt of pure shock that what he had hoped was a hallucination was the absolute, undeniable truth. To his left and right, Mikan and Kari were sprawled out in the deep sleep of the utterly exhausted.
Under any other circumstances, seeing them there might have been endearing, but the scene before him was anything but innocent. Both girls were completely naked, their small, pale bodies glistening with the dried remnants of the night's activities. They were covered in layers of semen, their small stomachs appearing slightly distended, and he could see the evidence of his climax still slowly seeping from between their thighs.
"My God... what on earth happened here?" Akira whispered, his voice cracking with a mixture of horror and disbelief.
He looked down at himself, realizing he was just as bare as they were, lying right in the center of the aftermath. The visual evidence was overwhelming; there was no room for denial. The sticky sheets and the state of the girls told a story of a night spent in total, drug-induced abandon.
"I remember now... they drugged me!" Akira blurted out, sitting up abruptly.
His sudden exclamation, sharp and filled with agitation, acted like a cold splash of water on the sleeping girls. Mikan and Kari stirred, groaning softly as they rubbed their bleary eyes, their minds slowly drifting back from the depths of sleep to the reality of the room.
"Well? Do either of you have anything to say to me?" I asked, my voice trembling with a simmering anger I couldn't quite suppress.
The weight of the situation was crushing. I had slept with them—I had crossed a line I never intended to cross—and it was all because they had slipped something into my drink. My mind raced with the potential fallout. If any citizen of Earth were to walk in and see this scene, I would be branded a monster. I'd be arrested and thrown into a cold cell without even the pretense of a trial. No, it was worse than that. If anyone in the entire galaxy saw this, my reputation would be annihilated, and I'd be facing life behind bars. It didn't matter whether it was Earth or some far-flung corner of the cosmos; lolis were a universal taboo, a forbidden boundary in every civilized culture.
Mikan and Kari finally seemed to fully regain consciousness. As the memories of the previous day began to knit themselves back together in their minds, a deep, crimson flush crept up their necks and over their cheeks.
Mikan, suddenly hyper-aware of her nakedness and the state of her body, gasped and scrambled to find anything—a discarded shirt, a corner of the sheet—to cover herself up. Kari, on the other hand, seemed strangely unfazed. She remained as she was, looking at me with a calm, almost defiant gaze. In her mind, Akira had already seen every inch of her; there was no point in hiding behind modesty now. What did it matter if he looked at her body?
"Are you going to explain why you did this, or do I have a right to be genuinely furious?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I glared at them, trying to maintain a stern demeanor despite the chaos in my head.
"We... we just wanted to have sex, just like the others do," Kari said, her voice small but steady.
"I've told you both time and time again that you are far too young for that. Couldn't you have just waited?" I countered. I tried to keep my tone level, attempting to be the voice of reason rather than giving in to the urge to shout. I wanted to be understanding, but the gravity of their betrayal was hard to swallow.
"We didn't want to wait anymore," Mikan chimed in, her voice trembling slightly. "It felt like an eternity, and we just wanted it so badly."
"And the desire for it started to bleed into everything we did," Kari added, her bluntness catching me off guard. "Did you know that the frequency with which I have to masturbate has skyrocketed lately?"
I felt the heat rise to my own face. "This... you really didn't need to be quite that graphic, but I get the point."
"It's the same for me," Mikan admitted, looking down at her hands.
I stared at them, genuinely baffled. Is this for real? I wondered. How is it possible for girls their age to have developed such an intense, driving sexual appetite? Then again, perhaps I should have seen the warning signs. I thought back to that night in her brother's room when I had nearly crossed the line with Kari. The tension had been there for a long time; I had just chosen to ignore it, hoping it would go away if I stayed firm on my rules.
"Please don't be mad," Kari said, her tone shifting to one of genuine sorrow. "I know we were wrong to drug you. We knew we were at fault the moment we did it. But we also knew that no matter how much we begged or pleaded, you wouldn't touch us until we were at least fourteen. That's still three years away, Akira! Who knows how many other women you'll have in your life by the time we reach that age?"
"We didn't want to wait three years only to find ourselves as the only virgins in a harem of twenty women," Mikan added, nodding in agreement. "After all, we were among the first to be with you. It didn't feel fair."
As I listened to them, the pieces began to fall into place. Envy, a sense of competition with the older girls, and a burgeoning sexual curiosity had all swirled together into a volatile cocktail. It had built up inside them until it finally reached a breaking point. They didn't know how to bridge the gap, how to convince me to see them as women, and then Momo had stepped in. She had offered them a desperate way out of their frustration, and in their youthful impulsiveness, they had jumped at the chance.
"Fine," I sighed, the anger slowly draining out of me, replaced by a weary sense of resignation. "But you are never, ever to do something like this again. Is that crystal clear?"
I knew I should probably be angrier. I should probably be yelling, setting boundaries that they would never dare to cross again. Drugging someone is a serious offense, a massive breach of trust. But as I looked at their expectant, vulnerable faces, I found I couldn't maintain the rage. They were my girlfriends, and despite their reckless methods, their intentions weren't malicious or cruel. They were just lost in their own desires and didn't know how to communicate them to me.
Perhaps the fault wasn't entirely theirs. Maybe if I hadn't been so rigid, so absolutely dismissive of their feelings, it wouldn't have come to this. If I had been willing to engage in even minor acts of intimacy with them, perhaps they wouldn't have felt driven to such an extreme. But there was no use dwelling on "what ifs." The deed was done, the line was crossed, and there was no way to rewind the clock.
"Does that mean... that we can keep having sex from now on?" Kari asked, her eyes lighting up with a sudden, desperate hope.
It was almost comical how quickly she discarded her sadness, tossing it away like a piece of unwanted trash the moment she saw a glimmer of a "yes." Mikan was looking at me with the same wide-eyed expectation, holding her breath as she waited for my verdict.
"It's... fine," I conceded, nodding slowly. "But not during the week. We'll keep it to the weekends only."
"Yay!" Kari cheered, her previous guilt completely evaporated.
Mikan was beaming as well, her face radiant with the joy of knowing that their relationship had finally, in her eyes, reached its full potential.
"I suppose at this point, it doesn't really matter if I continue," I muttered to myself with a heavy sigh. The dam had already burst; there was no point in trying to patch it up now.
However, their excitement was dampened slightly when I reminded them that this coming weekend was already booked for my dates with Haruna and Mikado. Their faces fell as they realized they would have to wait a little longer for a repeat performance, but the promise of the following weekend was enough to keep their spirits high.
It was a bit of a shame that they didn't live with me. If they did, we could have explored this new side of our relationship every day. Mikan briefly entertained the idea of leaving Rito behind and moving in with me permanently, but she quickly dismissed it with a frown. If she moved out, Rito would surely figure out the true nature of our relationship, and she didn't think he would take the news of his sister dating his friend particularly well.
What Mikan didn't realize was that Rito was already perfectly aware of the situation. He had discovered the truth days ago and had simply chosen to keep his mouth shut, playing the part of the oblivious brother to perfection. Even if she did move in with me, Rito would likely just accept it with a quiet sigh. It was a pity she remained in the dark about his awareness.
(Note: Should Mikan move in with Akira and leave Rito on his own? Yes or No?)
Moving on from the morning's heavy revelations, the atmosphere eventually shifted toward the mundane. After everyone had finished bathing and dressing, we finally gathered for a quiet family breakfast. The girls, fully aware that our dynamic had shifted into a new phase, handled it with surprising grace. They acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, treating it like just another morning meal together.
"Momo," I said, peeling a mandarin and popping a segment into my mouth. "Where is Zastin?"
I directed the question to her because she was the one who had provided the aphrodisiac to Kari and Mikan. It stood to reason that she had also dealt with Zastin to ensure the night went uninterrupted.
"Oh, him? I slipped a little sleeping powder into his drink," Momo replied casually. "The only problem is that I think I might have overdone the dosage. I assumed that with his alien physiology and strength, a standard dose wouldn't be enough to keep him down. Who knew he'd be so susceptible?"
"When is he going to wake up?" Lala asked, looking a bit concerned for her bodyguard.
"According to my calculations... probably right around the time we land on Earth and have already disembarked," Momo said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Momo... you really need to stop drugging people," Nana said, her brow furrowing in disapproval.
"Hey, I did it for a good cause!" Momo defended herself. "I didn't want poor Zastin to have to listen to Dita's moans all night, or stumble upon whatever was happening between Akira, Kari, and Mikan. My intentions were nothing but pure."
"And weren't you also the one who gave the girls the aphrodisiac in the first place?" Nana pointed out.
"I was simply helping my sisters achieve their goals," Momo insisted, completely unrepentant. "I don't see how helping people is a bad thing."
Guilt? Momo didn't seem to know the meaning of the word. In fact, she seemed quite pleased with herself. In her mind, the mission was a success. Now, there were only two virgins left in Akira's growing harem—Haruna and Mikado—and it was highly likely that both would be crossing that threshold before the upcoming weekend was over.
"Anyway, let's just drop the subject and enjoy our breakfast in peace," I said, wanting to end the interrogation.
There was no point in arguing with Momo. Her methods were often excessive and morally grey, to say the least, but that was just who she was. I didn't want to change her, and since she had only drugged me once, I was willing to let it slide... for now. Momo mentioned she had moved Zastin to his own quarters, where he was currently snoring away in blissful ignorance. I still couldn't quite fathom how he had managed to fall for the same trick twice, but that was a question for another time.
Hours passed as the ship hummed through the void of space. Finally, the familiar blue and green marble of Earth appeared on the viewscreen. Our sweet home planet, the place that had seen us grow... we were finally back. After leaving a brief note for the still-unconscious Zastin, we gathered our things and headed for the exit.
Kari and Mikan seemed a little downcast as we said our goodbyes. They had enjoyed the trip so much that returning to the mundane routine of daily life felt heavy and dull, but they had no choice but to head home. As for the rest of us, we made our way back to our own house—a house that was now becoming increasingly crowded with my future wives.
Looking back, the trip had been incredibly productive. I had successfully updated the Omnitrix, added ten new alien forms to my arsenal, defeated an arrogant prince from another galaxy, and secured the favor of the Queen of the Andromeda Galaxy. On top of that, Dita was now officially mine, and I had even... well, I had been with the two lolis. I wasn't exactly proud of that last part, but as they say, it is what it is.
The sun was beginning to set as we arrived, casting long, orange shadows across the neighborhood. A slight chill had settled into the air, making the warmth of our home feel even more welcoming than usual. The rest of the evening was blissfully normal. We sat together, watched a couple of movies, and shared a harmonious dinner as a family.
The day wound down without further incident, and soon it was time for bed. We all decided to turn in early; we were exhausted from the journey—or rather, from the "activities" we had engaged in during the journey back. Sleep claimed us almost instantly.
The next morning at school.
After a night of deep, restorative sleep, we headed to school with renewed energy, ready to face the crushing boredom of our classes. It was supposed to be a standard day—tedious lectures, Mio, Momioka, Haruna, and Yui cornering Akira to grill him about where he had been for the last two days, and more lectures until the final bell rang.
But Fate had other plans. Just after the lunch break, the mundane routine was shattered.
"Class, I have the pleasure of introducing a new exchange student today!" the teacher announced, his voice booming through the room.
Another one? I thought, leaning back in my chair. Why on earth are there so many transfers this year? This school hadn't seen an exchange student in years, and suddenly, they were arriving like waves on a beach. What was going on with this particular school year? Was everyone in the universe just waiting for this specific moment to transfer here?
As usual, the classroom dynamic shifted instantly. The girls leaned forward, eyes sparkling with the hope of seeing a handsome new boy, while the boys—and Haruka—were practically salivating at the thought of a beautiful new girl. Everyone except my inner circle seemed electrified by the news.
"Silence!" the teacher barked, and the chatter died down immediately. Once he was satisfied with the quiet, he turned toward the door. "You may come in now."
The person who stepped through the door was someone I recognized instantly. He had light green hair, a powerful, muscular build, and a gaze that was intensely serious. It was Ren.
So, the time has finally come? I mused. I was starting to wonder when Run would show up.
Lala looked at Ren with a confused expression, as if she was trying to place where she had seen him before, while the other girls in the class were practically swooning. Finally, a handsome boy had arrived to balance out all the beautiful girls!
"Please, introduce yourself," the teacher prompted.
"Good morning, everyone. My name is Ren Elsie Jewelria," he stated, his voice firm. "Starting today, I will be attending this pleasant school alongside my sister. It is a pleasure to meet you all!"
Sister? That was the thought that echoed through the minds of everyone in the room.
"Mr. Ren's sister is currently indisposed for certain reasons and will be joining us tomorrow instead," the teacher explained.
In other words, I thought, tomorrow we get Run, not Ren. That's the day I'm actually looking forward to. Ren can go take a hike as far as I'm concerned. I just need to find a way to separate them; otherwise, winning over Run is going to be a nightmare with her overprotective twin brother hovering around.
"One more thing!" Ren announced suddenly.
The teacher had been about to tell him to take a seat, but he paused, curious. He figured the boy just had a final greeting or a fun fact to share, so he gestured for him to continue.
Ren didn't just stay at the front of the room, though. He marched forward with heavy, purposeful strides until he was standing directly in front of my desk. He leveled a finger at me, his brow furrowed in a look of pure aggression.
"Akira Sato! I challenge you to a duel for the hand of my beloved Lala!" - said Ren.