Back at his home, Makoto was grunting while helping both Yuna and Mika get to the bathroom. "I didn't know a threesome could be so tiring."
He started filling the tub with warm water and gently lowered Yuna down. "So, do you prefer it with all three of us, or just with me, Yuna?" He winked at her.
Yuna sank into the hot water with a long sigh. Part relief, part exhaustion. She leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes.
For a while, she said nothing. The only sounds were the water lapping gently and the faucet dripping.
"It's different," she finally said, barely above a whisper. She opened her eyes, and they were surprisingly clear and sharp.
"With just you," she continued, staring at the ceiling, "it's a power struggle. A fight between us." When her eyes found his, there was something raw there. Something she rarely showed.
"With her..." She glanced over at Mika, who was washing her hair with a small smile on her face. "It's a game," Yuna admitted, her voice catching slightly. "A stupid, ridiculous, and incredibly hot game."
She took a shaky breath. "And I hate to admit it," she said, almost growling the words, "but I think I like playing."
Mika had been listening quietly. She smiled. "I think I like both."
Makoto leaned in and kissed both their foreheads gently. "Fine, that sounds good."
He looked at Yuna, his eyes sparkling. "So, would you get jealous if I took Mika on a date sometimes? Just the two of us?"
Yuna's eyes snapped open. The vulnerability vanished, replaced by familiar possessiveness. "A date?" she repeated slowly. "With her? Alone?"
She glared at Mika, who just smiled sweetly back at her. The smile didn't quite reach her eyes, though.
"Of course not," Yuna said, her voice taking on that dangerous sweetness.
"As long as..." She looked at him with wicked eyes. "You take me on a date first. And it has to be better than hers."
Mika laughed softly, the sound echoing in the steamy bathroom. "I think we should make it a competition." She looked at Yuna with mischief in her eyes. "Whoever gives him the best date gets to be the main wife. For a week."
Yuna's eyes narrowed. "Deal."
Makoto hummed noncommittally as he helped them dry off when they got out of the tub. "Hmm, I'll consider it." He looked at them both fondly. "You should get dressed while I go make breakfast, my princesses."
"I'm not a princess," Yuna snarled, though she leaned into his touch as he toweled her dry, letting out a small contented sigh. "I'm a queen. Don't forget it."
Mika giggled. "And what does that make me? The rebellious usurper princess plotting to steal the throne?"
Yuna glared at her. "You can keep dreaming."
When Makoto came back with toast, eggs, and coffee on a tray, they were both sitting on the bed. Yuna had thrown on his old oversized band t-shirt, while Mika had somehow ended up in Yuna's ridiculous unicorn pajamas.
He set the tray on the bed with a smile. "That suits you, Mika. Yuna complained so much when I bought us matching unicorn pajamas, but they turned out to be her favorite." He looked at them both. "Maybe we can get a matching set for all three of us next time."
Mika beamed and pulled the unicorn hood over her head, wiggling the horn at him. "It's so soft! I can see why she likes it."
Yuna scoffed. "It's not my favorite. It's just comfortable." But she was tugging at the hem of his old band shirt, and there was the tiniest smile on her face.
She thought about what he'd said. "A matching set for three? What are we, the fucking Powerpuff Girls?" She took a bite of toast. "But if we are, I call Blossom. Because I'm the leader."
Mika giggled again. "I think you'd make a better Buttercup. Because you're so tough." She looked at him hopefully. "And he can be our Professor Utonium."
Makoto chuckled. "I'm pretty sure Professor Utonium wouldn't rail his daughters like I do." He was considering going for another round when his phone buzzed with a new message.
He picked it up. It was a text from Ayane.
Ayane: Hey, harem king. Are you still alive after your big weekend?
Ayane: I was just thinking about that project I mentioned. The one that I need your help with.
Ayane: I was thinking that we could work on it today. At my place. After dark.
Yuna leaned forward and read over his shoulder without any shame. She let out a low growl. "That bitch," she hissed.
Mika took a calm sip of her coffee. "She seems very persistent." She looked at him with a small, knowing smile. "You should go. It sounds like fun."
Makoto shrugged casually. "It must be her way of teasing me again! Our relationship is totally platonic. Based on the same weeb hobby, you know. I haven't even... touched her yet."
Yuna let out a sharp bark of laughter. "'Yet'? Oh, so you're planning on it? Is that the next addition to your little harem? The slutty waitress with the weeb hobby?"
She snatched the phone from his hand. Her thumbs flew across the screen at an impressive speed.
Makoto: I'm sorry, Ayane. But I can't make it tonight. I'm having a sleepover with my two girlfriends.
Makoto: And we're going to be very, very busy today.
She shoved the phone back at him with a triumphant grin. "There. Problem solved."
Mika shook her head. "You shouldn't have done that, Yuna. You can't just control him."
She looked at him with wide, mock-innocent eyes. "Besides, I was looking forward to the competition."
Makoto quickly typed out another message, trying to salvage the situation.
Makoto: I'm sorry, my cat ran over my phone and sent those messages by mistake.
"Come on," he said out loud, "I swear I won't do anything unspeakable with her. Um, maybe."
His phone buzzed again. Ayane had sent a picture.
It was Ayane in her bedroom, wearing a perfect Yor Forger costume from Spy x Family. The black dress hugged every curve. The thigh-highs were incredible. The black stilettos looked dangerous.
Every detail was spot-on, and the whole outfit was scandalously revealing.
Another buzz.
Ayane: But if you're too busy with your... "girlfriends."
Ayane: Don't worry. I'm sure that I can find someone else to help me with it ;)