"You ever notice how quiet it gets when he's not here?" Marin flopped onto the couch, her skirt riding up dangerously high as she kicked her Mary Janes off. The absence of Gojo's soft murmurs while sewing or his awkward coughs when they teased him left the apartment feeling hollow.
Galko tugged at her blue scrunchie, blonde curls spilling loose. "It's weird, right? Like my bras don't feel as tight when he's not around to stare at them." The admission made her cheeks flush, thighs squeezing together at the memory of his calloused fingers fumbling with her E-cups' clasp last week.
Marin snorted, rolling onto her stomach with her legs swinging in the air. "At least yours require effort. This idiot gets hard if I *breathe* near him." She pressed her face into a throw pillow, muffling her next words: "Miss his dumb face between my thighs."
The silence stretched until Galko's breath hitched. Without thinking, her hand slid under her plaid skirt, fingertips brushing damp cotton. (Why did his absence make her skin itch like this?)
Marin watched through half-lidded eyes, biting her lip hard enough to smudge gloss. "You too, huh?" Her socked foot nudged Galko's knee. "Bet he's miserable in some countryside inn, jerking off to memories of us."
Galko blushes as she thinks about Gojo doing that to himself. Marin looks around the room and spots a camera sitting on the desk. (Perfect!) She grins mischievously and nudges Galko with her elbow. "Hey, what if we...send him something to really *miss* us by?" She nods toward the camera, biting her lower lip.
Galko's eyes widen, her thighs pressing together instinctively. (Oh god, does Marin mean...?) "W-wait, you don't mean..." Her voice falters, already knowing exactly what Marin means. The thought sends a jolt through her, her panties clinging tighter between her legs.
Marin giggles, already reaching for the camera. "C'mon, it'll be fun! We can do a little cosplay too... you'd make such a cute Shizuku." She adjusts the settings with practiced fingers, her excitement palpable. (Gojo's reaction is going to be *priceless*.)
Galko hesitates, her breath shallow, but the heat pooling low in her belly makes resistance impossible. "O-okay," she murmurs, already imagining Gojo's stunned face when he sees them, Marin's teasing fingers sliding under her skirt, her own shaky moans caught on film. (She's doomed.)
Marin grins and drags her to the bedroom, setting up the camera on a tripod with a practiced flick of her wrist. "Wait here," she orders, disappearing into her closet with a rustle of fabric. When she emerges, she's clutching two costumes, but the one she tosses at Galko isn't Shizuku's uniform. It's something far slinkier: black lace, sheer panels, straps that look like they'd barely cling to her hips.
"Thought you'd suit this better," Marin purrs, tracing the outline of a bunny ear headband with her fingertip. Which goes with the one she is going to wear herself. (Gojo's favorite eroge character... of course.)
Galko's throat goes dry as she clutches the costume, her pulse hammering in her wrists. She flees to the bathroom before Marin can see how wet she's gotten just from imagining Gojo's fingers trembling over the playback button. The mirror fogs with her shaky exhale as she peels off her clothes, the lace cool against her overheated skin. (This is insane. This is perfect.)
Marin emerges first, her Arisa cosplay clinging like liquid sin, purple wig cascading over one shoulder, the high-cut leotard leaving nothing to imagination as she strikes a pose against the bedpost. "Hurry u~up," she sing-songs, tapping the camera's recording light with a manicured finger.
The bathroom door creaks open. Galko steps through the threshold like she's walking to the gallows, her Black Lobelia costume's straps digging into her thighs with every hesitant shuffle. The choker feels like a noose. (God, his name would sound so pathetic whined around it.) Marin's breath catches, then she grins, flipping the camera to record with a click.
"W-who are you?" Marin gasps, pressing a hand to her chest, Arisa's signature pose, all wide-eyed innocence despite the leotard riding up her ass.
Galko freezes. (Right. They're acting now.) She rolls her shoulders back, lets Lobelia's smirk curl her lips as she saunters forward, hips swaying just enough to make the fringe on her jacket tremble.
"Cute act," Galko purrs, gloved fingers catching Marin's chin. The silver wig brushes Marin's collarbone when she leans in, close enough to taste gloss on her exhale. "But Ms Playboy bunny, you've been hiding something from me." Marin's pulse jumps under her thumb. (Good. She's not the only one drowning in this.)
Marin's laugh is high, nervous, her fingers twitching toward the hem of her own costume. "I don't know what you're..."
Galko cuts her off with a step forward, backing her against the bedpost. The camera's red light winks. Galko's knee slots between Marin's thighs, the rough lace of her garters scraping bare skin. "You'll talk," Galko murmurs, "or I'll make you." Marin's breath hitches, wet and warm against her mouth. (God, they're really doing this.)
"What..." Marin swallows, Arisa's voice cracking, "what are you going to do with me?" Her fingers twist in the bedsheet behind her, knuckles white. Galko presses closer, the cold metal of Lobelia's epaulets digging into Marin's collarbone.
Galko's gloved hand slides up Marin's thigh, slow, deliberate. "Be a good bunny," she purrs, fingers stopping just shy of damp lace, "and I won't turn you into rabbit stew." Marin whimpers, her hips jerking forward, chasing, desperate, before she catches herself.
"P-please," Marin gasps, head tipping back against the bedpost, "don't hurt me."
The plea sounds so real Galko almost falters, but then Marin's teeth sink into her lower lip, her eyes dark with challenge. (She's playing along. She wants this.) Galko's fingers tighten on her waist. "Where's Gojo?"
Marin's eyes widen, real shock this time, before her expression steels. "Never," she breathes, arching into Galko's touch despite her defiance.
Galko can feel her trembling, the rabbit-quick pulse under her fingertips. (She's so fucking brave.) Galko's other hand fists in purple wig-hair, tugging just enough to make Marin gasp. "Liar," Galko murmurs, and crushes their mouths together.
The kiss is wet, messy, Marin tastes like stolen strawberry lip gloss and bitten-off moans. Their costumes creak as Galko presses closer, E-cups flattening against Marin's D-cups, the lace of their bodices catching, pulling taut. (Christ, she's so warm.) Marin's fingers scrabble at Galko's epaulets, her hips rolling forward in tiny, desperate circles, the leotard riding up further with every aborted thrust.
"Last chance," Galko pants against Marin's mouth, gloved thumb swiping over the damp seam of Marin's panties through sheer fabric. "Tell me where he is, or I'll make you my new little Playboy bunny sex toy." The words drip like honeyed poison.
Marin's hips jerk, her thighs clamping around Galko's wrist. (She could come just from this, just from Lobelia's voice curling around threats like silk.) "Never," she gasps, but it cracks halfway through, her spine arching off the bedpost.
Galko's smirk is all teeth. She presses her E-cups flush against Marin's D-cups, the friction sending sparks through the damp lace separating them. (Fuck, she's so soft.) "Wrong answer." Her knee grinds higher between Marin's thighs, the garter's clasp biting into tender skin.
Marin whines, a high, broken sound, before Galko seals their mouths together again. The kiss is brutal, all tongue and teeth, Marin's moans vibrating against her lips. Galko's hands slide up and down Marin's sides.
"You're going to tell me," Galko growls, squeezing Marin's breasts through the sheer fabric of her leotard, thumbs circling her nipples roughly. Marin gasps, arching her back sharply against the bedpost, the movement pressing her chest deeper into Galko's palms. (God, she's so responsive.) "Where is Gojo?"
"Never," Marin pants, her voice shaking but defiant, even as her hips buck against Galko's thigh. "I'll never... ah!... tell you!" Her fingers claw at Galko's jacket, nails catching on the epaulets, but she doesn't push her away.
Galko tightens her grip, her thumbs pressing hard enough to make Marin whimper. "Liar," she murmurs, her breath hot against Marin's ear. "You'll break." She drags her teeth along Marin's jaw, feeling the tremor that runs through her. (She's so close.)
Marin's breath comes in ragged gasps, her legs trembling around Galko's thigh. "Do your worst," she whispers, but her voice cracks on the last word, her body betraying her. Galko grins against her skin, pressing closer, her knee grinding higher. (She's going to ruin her.)
"Pathetic," Galko murmurs, her gloved fingers tightening around Marin's D-cups, the sheer fabric straining under her grip. "Such a greedy little bunny." Marin whines, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, her thighs clamping around Galko's wrist. (She's so wet it's embarrassing.)
Lobelia abruptly pulls her knee back, leaving Marin shuddering against the bedpost, her legs trembling from the sudden loss of pressure. "You really think you can protect him?" Galko purrs, her thumbs flicking roughly over Marin's nipples, the damp lace catching with every twist. The camera's red light blinks, Gojo will see this, will see *her* unraveling.
For the camera, Marin's hands slide up Galko's body with exaggerated reverence, her fingers sinking into the plush softness of E-cups barely contained by the black lace bodice. (God, they're so much bigger than mine, Gojo's going to lose his mind.) "You think squeezing my tits will make me talk?" Marin gasps, Arisa's voice dripping with false bravado as she arches into the touch, her own D-cups pressing against Galko's palms through the sheer leotard.
Galko's smirk is all Lobelia, cold, calculated, as she drags her gloved thumbs over Marin's nipples, the rough fabric catching on hardened peaks. "No," she murmurs, leaning in until their breath mingles, "but watching you come undone might." Marin's pulse jumps under her fingertips, a rabbit-quick staccato against the leather.
Marin's hands slide up and down to grind her own palms against those perfect E-cups, the camera catching every shift of lace under desperate fingers. (Let him see how *good* she is at this.) "I'd rather die," she whimpers, Arisa's defiance crumbling as her hips twitch forward, seeking friction that isn't there.
"Last chance, little rabbit," Galko murmurs, her gloved fingers tracing the seam of Marin's leotard where it clings to damp skin. "Tell me where Gojo is hiding, or I'll take what's left of your innocence right here." The threat curls like smoke between them, thick enough to choke on.
Marin's gasp is pure horror, her fingers clutching at Galko's wrists. "N-no! My first time belongs to him!" The plea cracks halfway through, her voice trembling as Galko's fingertips hook under the leotard's straps, peeling them down with agonizing slowness. (God, she's *really* acting this out.)
Lobelia's smirk is razor-sharp as she leans in, her breath hot against Marin's ear. "Too late." The leotard pools at Marin's waist, baring D-cups to the camera's unblinking eye, nipples pebbled tight from the chill, or the way Galko's thumb swipes over one in a slow, filthy circle. "Such a pretty sacrifice," she purrs, her other hand sliding lower to tug at the costume's hem. Marin whines, her thighs trembling as fabric parts from skin with a whisper, Gojo's craftsmanship treated with reverence even as she's laid bare.
Galko finishes stripping Marin naked and puts the cosplay aside. She than starts to slowly strip herself naked, Marin keeps the wig and bunny ears on as Galko keeps the wig and cap on. Galko walks back up to Marin with a smirk and her curvy hips swaying with each step.
"Tell me," Galko purrs, her fingers sliding down Marin's flushed chest, tracing the dip between her D-cups with agonizing slowness. Her fingers slide down sweat-slick skin, leaving faint red trails in its wake. "Does Gojo touch you like this?" Her breath ghosts over Marin's collarbone, warm and teasing.
Marin shudders, her hips twitching forward involuntarily as Galko's fingers descend lower, skating over the quivering plane of her stomach. (God, she's so *warm*.) "N-no," she whimpers, her voice cracking as Galko's fingertips pause just above the thatch of pink curls. "H-he's too... ah... *gentle*."
Lobelia's laugh is low, dark, her fingers finally slipping lower to part Marin's folds with deliberate precision. "Then let me show you," she murmurs, pressing her lips to Marin's ear as her fingers slide home, "what happens to bad little bunnies who lie." Marin's gasp is sharp, her back arching off the bedpost as Galko's fingers curl inside her, her fingers dragging against sensitive flesh in a way that makes her toes curl. (Fuck, she's *ruined*.)
"Tsk, tsk," Lobelia chides, her thumb circling Marin's clit with rough strokes the swollen flesh. "Such a greedy little pussy, already sucking me in like you were made for it." Marin whines, her hips jerking forward, her own fingers scrabbling at Galko's waist, desperate for purchase. (She can't... she won't... but *God*, she's so close.)
Marin's hand snakes between them, her own fingers slick with arousal as she presses them against Galko's pussy, her touch hesitant at first, then firmer as Galko's hips twitch forward. "Y-you too," Marin gasps, her voice trembling, her fingers mirroring Galko's movements, sliding inside with a wet, filthy sound. (She's never done this before, but the way Galko's breath hitches tells her she's doing *something* right.)
Galko's smirk falters for the first time, her breath coming faster as Marin's fingers curl inside her, her thumb brushing over her clit in clumsy, eager strokes. "F-fuck," she hisses, her hips grinding forward, her own fingers speeding up inside Marin in retaliation. "You... ah... you really think you can...*nngh*... beat me at this?"
Marin's laugh is breathless, her head falling back as pleasure coils tight in her belly. "N-no," she admits, her voice cracking, "but I can...*ah!*... make you come *with* me."
Galko's fingers twist inside Marin, curling just right, just like Gojo does, and Marin's breath hitches. (God, she's *so* close.) "C'mon, bunny," Galko murmurs, her thumb circling faster, rougher, "let me see you break."
Marin whimpers, her thighs trembling as pleasure crests, her hips jerking forward uncontrollably. "F-fuck!" she gasps, her back arching sharply as she comes hard, her slick spilling over Galko's fingers in hot, sticky pulses. (Oh *God*, she's...)
Galko watches, mesmerized, as Marin's body shudders through the aftershocks, until Marin's fingers twist inside her just *so*, and suddenly *she's* the one gasping, her own climax crashing over her in waves, her cum dripping onto Marin's fingers as the camera catches every second. (Fuck. *Fuck.*)
Galko smirks as she uses one hand to push Marin down onto the bed, Marin's D-cups bouncing against her ribs as she lands. Galko crawls up over Marin and uses her legs to pin Marin's thighs apart. "Last chance, bunny," Galko breathes, her voice low as she leans down until their noses almost touch. "Tell me where Gojo is hiding."
Marin whimpers beneath her, her fingers curling into the sheets, but she shakes her head stubbornly. "N-never," she gasps, her breath hitching as Galko grinds her hips down against Marin's, the slick heat between them making Marin's toes curl.
Lobelia laughs darkly, her fingers tracing the curve of Marin's collarbone before sliding lower to pinch one nipple sharply between her fingers. "Brave little thing," she murmurs, her thumb rubbing circles over the stiffened peak as Marin arches off the bed with a choked moan. "But bravery won't save you from this." Galko rolls her hips again, slow and deliberate, the friction making Marin's breath catch as her hips jerk upward instinctively.
Marin's hands fly up to grip Galko's wrists, her nails digging in as she writhes beneath her. "You... ah!... you won't break me," Marin pants, her voice trembling despite her defiance.
Galko grins down at her, her own breath coming faster as she feels Marin's wetness smearing against her thighs with every roll of her hips. "Oh, sweetheart," Lobelia purrs, leaning down to nip at Marin's earlobe. "I already have."
Galko shifts her weight, pressing their bodies flush together as she captures Marin's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing Marin's whimper as she grinds down harder, the slick slide of skin against skin sending sparks through both of them. Marin's hips stutter upward, her thighs trembling as pleasure coils tight in her belly, her fingers tightening around Galko's wrists as she gasps into Lobelia's mouth. (God, I'm going to come *again*, just from this... just from Galko's hips rocking against mine, just from the way Lobelia's fingers tighten in my hair, just from the camera's red light blinking, recording every second of my unraveling.)
"Look at you," Galko murmurs, her breath hot against Marin's lips as she pulls back just enough to watch Marin's flushed face, her pupils blown wide with desire. "So desperate, so *needy*." Marin's hips jerk upward again, her nails digging into Galko's skin as she arches off the bed, her thighs clamping around Lobelia's waist as she grinds up against her. (Fuck, she's so *warm*, so wet, so *perfect* beneath me, her D-cups pressing against my E-cups with every ragged breath, her legs wrapping tighter around me as if she can't bear to let me go.)
"Please," Marin gasps, her voice cracking as Galko rolls her hips again, slow and deliberate, the friction sending another wave of heat coursing through her.
Galko laughs, low and dark, her fingers tightening in Marin's hair as she leans down to nip at her earlobe. "Begging already?" she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement as Marin's hips stutter upward again, her thighs trembling around Lobelia's waist. "Pathetic." Marin whimpers, her fingers scrabbling at Galko's back as pleasure flows through her body.
"F-fuck," Marin gasps, her voice cracking as Galko grinds down harder, their slick pussies sliding together in a way that sends sparks up Marin's spine. "Y-you're... ah!... so *mean*," she whines, her nails digging into Galko's shoulders as Lobelia's hips roll against hers faster, harder, the friction unbearable. (God, I'm going to come so damn hard, just from this, just from Galko's hips moving against mine's like she's trying to break me.)
Galko smirks, her breath coming faster as she feels Marin's wetness smearing against her thighs with every thrust, her own pleasure coiling tight in her belly. "Mean?" she purrs, her fingers tightening in Marin's hair as she leans down to whisper in her ear. "No, bunny...*this* is mean." With a sharp snap of her hips, she grinds down harder, her clit rubbing against Marin's in a rough, deliberate circle that makes Marin gasp sharply, her back arching off the bed.
Marin's hands fly up to grip Galko's shoulders, her nails digging in as she writhes beneath her. "F-fuck! Galko... !" Her voice cracks as pleasure crests, her thighs trembling around Lobelia's waist, her hips jerking upward uncontrollably.
Galko watches, mesmerized, as Marin's body shudders through the aftershocks, her own breath hitching as she feels Marin's slick spilling over her thighs in hot, sticky pulses. (Fuck, she's so *wet*, so *messy*, so *perfect* beneath her.) With a groan, she thrusts a few more times, her hips moving faster, harder, until her own climax crashes over her in waves, her cum dripping onto Marin's already trembling pussy.
Marin whimpers beneath her, her fingers tightening in Galko's hair as she feels the warmth of Galko's release spilling over her, mixing with her own. "G-Galko..." she gasps, her voice trembling, her thighs still twitching from the aftershocks.
Galko chuckles breathlessly, rolling off Marin and flopping onto the bed beside her. "Whew... okay, I'm officially too tired to keep up the Lobelia act," she admits, tugging off the silver wig with a groan. Her blonde curls spill out, sticking to her sweaty forehead. "That was... intense."
Marin giggles weakly, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. "Yeah, no kidding." She stretches her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh, then suddenly sits up, her eyes lighting up. "Oh! The camera!" She scrambles off the bed, her legs wobbling slightly as she grabs the still-recording camera from its tripod and carries it back to the bed.
Galko props herself up on her elbows as Marin settles next to her, both of them grinning at the lens. "Hey Gojo," Galko says, her voice soft and warm now, completely different from Lobelia's icy tone. She tucks a damp curl behind her ear. "We miss you. Like, *really* miss you."
Marin nods eagerly beside her, leaning in closer. "Yeah, *really*," she echoes, her voice teasing but sincere. "So hurry back, okay? We've got something *special* planned for you."
Galko grins, biting her lip. "A *threesome* special." They both blow exaggerated kisses at the camera, Marin giggling as she reaches out to tap the stop button. The screen goes black.