They finally managed to help Mafuyu put on the Marin succubus costume.
Its black lace, delicate stitching work wonders on Mafuyu's soft, curvy body. It hugged her tightly like a second skin. Afterwards, she became an alluring succubus. No, now she was the mother of all succubi, a dark queen of the night.
The three girls just stared, their mouths slightly agape. "Holy shit," Yuna whispered, her voice reverent.
Ayane let out a long, low whistle. "Damn, girl. You broke my costume. You made it look classy."
Mika just smiled. "Makoto is going to lose his mind." Click. She pulled out her phone to take a photo and sent it to the group chat.
Mika: Look what we found, darling. Isn't she pretty?
Makoto's phone buzzed on the nightstand, its screen illuminating the dark bedroom. He glanced at it with a lazy, half-asleep smile on his face, expecting another meme from Ayane or a complaint from Yuna.
And then his smile froze. His brain rebooted.
It was Mafuyu, but it also wasn't. She was a creature in shadow and lace, of soft curves and devastating promises. The succubus costume was a dark brand against her voluptuous flesh.
Mika's camera had caught her in a moment of shame, her hands instinctively coming up to cover her chest, her eyes wide with thrilling, terrifying shock. It was a perfect image of corrupted innocence.
Makoto let out a long, slow breath. A familiar, insistent throbbing started in his groin. "Goddamn them," he thought, a wave of helpless annoyance washing over him. He was tired, and his balls were aching from the rough sex earlier.
But a pervert's work was never done. With a sigh of resignation, he locked the door (wouldn't want to be caught in the middle of it again) and reached down into his pants. His phone buzzed again just as his hand closed around his hardening cock.
Another buzz. It's another picture from Ayane.
Ayane: Ooh, you should see her from the back, boss. Her ass is a masterpiece.
Ayane: Truly, a gift to mankind. I can't wait to see her in the 2B costume!
The angle was lower, more predatory, a close-up focusing entirely on the perfect, heart-shaped curve of Mafuyu's ass, barely contained by the skimpy black thong.
Makoto groaned, his pace quickening. The soft, rhythmic sound of his hand filled the quiet, dark room.
Then his phone buzzed again. It was Yuna.
Yuna: Stop sending him pictures of her ass, you pervert cow! My ass is way better!
This time, it was a selfie. Yuna had stripped down to her own black lace lingerie, the one he had bought for her. She was arching her back with a furious, competitive pout on her face. Her perfect breasts pushed up and together. The message was clear: "Look at me too, you fat pig!"
Makoto's cock was a painful, throbbing ache now. He was so close. The images swam in his mind: Mafuyu's shy, terrified eyes; Mafuyu's heart-shaped ass; Yuna's furious, possessive glare in her lingerie. It was too much.
But before he could continue, the bedroom door slowly creaked open. The door, which he was sure was locked just now, was being opened with a spare key. In the dead-of-night silence, the sounds were as loud as a gunshot.
He froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his heart hammering against his ribs.
And then the light flicked on.
The scene was a perfect recreation of a memory he doesn't want to remember. The three of them stood in the doorway, a beautiful trinity: Yuna was in her black lace, with a furious smirk on her face. Ayane, her arm slung around Yuna's shoulders, made a lazy, amused grin. And Mika, standing slightly behind them, her face a serene mask.
"Oh," Yuna looked from Makoto's hand on his cock to the phone screen, still glowing with their pictures. "Look what we have here, girls!"
He was caught red-handed, just like the first time[1]. But this time, it wasn't just Yuna; it was all of them.
"It seems he was having his own party without us." Ayane drawled.
Mika just smiled coldly. "I think he deserves some punishment for wasting our cum, doesn't he?"
Just as they were about to descend upon him, a new figure appeared in the doorway behind them.
It was Mafuyu, still in the succubus costume. She had finished cleaning up the living room and followed them here. The sight of her, a woman of dark curves and a hesitant, blushing shame, was the final blow to his already-overwhelmed senses.
Mafuyu saw him on the bed, his hand still on his cock. She saw the other three watching. Her face, already crimson, went a few shades deeper. "...Oh, am I interrupting something?"
"Not at all," Yuna purred without taking her eyes off him. "In fact, you're just in time, Mafuyu-nee."
She looked from Mafuyu's terrified yet curious face to Makoto's, a cruel grin spreading across her face. "This is your Welcome Party, Mafuyu-nee. Punish him together with Ayane," she commanded, her voice carrying the absolute authority of the Main Wife. "You're going to milk him dry until he can't even twitch."
The punishment was so perfectly tailored to both humiliate and arouse Makoto. His cock, a shameless traitor, throbbed in his hand.
Ayane laughed again. "My pleasure, Main Wife." She kicked off her slippers and crawled onto the bed like a predator closing in on her prey.
Mafuyu still stood there, her face crimson, her eyes wide with shock and excitement.
"Come on, Mafuyu-nee! Don't be shy. The Main Wife just gave us an order." Ayane patted the empty space on the bed beside her. "We wouldn't want to disobey her, would we?"
Mafuyu took a deep, shuddering breath. And then, with agonizing deliberation, she walked to the bed. Her movements were hesitant and shy, but there was a newfound confidence in her stride. She knelt on the mattress, her succubus costume a dark brand against the pale flesh of her thighs.
Yuna watched with a feral glint in her eyes. And Mika just smirked. "You should start now," she said softly. "We'll be the judges."
Makoto just lay there helplessly like a willing sacrifice. The game had begun.
"Fine," Ayane purred. She was the first to move. Her hands, nimble and sure, found his cock, her fingers wrapping around it with practiced ease. "I'll show you how it's done, Mamafu."
She began to stroke, slow and deliberate. "You have to be firm, but not too rough," she explained, her voice lazy and amused, as if giving a cooking demonstration. "And you have to use your thumb, right here."
Mafuyu watched with focused intensity. With a small nod, she joined in. Her hand, soft and warm and a little hesitant, found Makoto's balls. Her touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to Ayane's aggressive assault.
Ayane took it to the next level. "And then, you do this." She leaned down, her breasts full and heavy but impossibly soft, spilling from her lingerie. She pressed them against Makoto's face, suffocating him with their warm and delicious weight.
He was drowning in Ayane, in the scent and the feel of her.
"Your turn, Mama-fu," Ayane's voice came muffled from the depths of her cleavage.
Mafuyu's breath hitched as another furious blush exploded across her face. But she didn't hesitate. With slow deliberation, she leaned forward. Her own breasts, even larger and softer, pressed against the other side of Makoto's face.
He was trapped in a perfect and glorious boob sandwich. And in the middle of it all, Ayane's hand was a relentless, merciless engine of pleasure. He lasted approximately thirty seconds. With a final, desperate cry, his body gave out. His cock erupted a sticky, pathetic mess onto Ayane's hand.
Ayane breathed: "Wow! Didn't know you're a fast shooter, Makoto."
"Shut up, I'm not used to this, you two smell too good..." Makoto retorted, burying his face in Mafuyu's breasts.
"We're not done yet, honey," Mafuyu said, her voice surprisingly firm. "Yuna said until you can't twitch." And then she reached out her own hand, resuming her stroking.
The room was thick with the scent of sex: cheap vanilla perfume from Ayane, the musky, floral sweat of Mafuyu, and the sharp tang of Makoto's release.
But there was no respite.
"Again," Mafuyu whispered like a Succubus Queen demanding her tribute. Her hand, slick with Makoto's fresh cum, wrapped around his hypersensitive, softening cock.
The sensation was electric, bordering on painful. Without waiting for him to recover, Mafuyu began to pump, her grip surprisingly firm, spreading the hot, sticky fluid back up his shaft like lubricant.
"Look at him twitch, Mamafu," Ayane purred, leaning back to watch. Her lingerie was askew, one breast still exposed, the nipple wet with his saliva. "He's running on fumes, but he still wants it."
Mafuyu leaned over him again, the black wings of her costume brushing his chest like a dark caress. The view was overwhelming: her massive, pale breasts, squeezed together by the tight corset, hovered inches from his face.
"You have to give us everything," Mafuyu murmured, her eyes dark and dilated. Her thumb dug into the base of his shaft, pressing against his prostate while her other hand worked the tip with a jerky rhythm.
Makoto groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I... I can't... Mafuyu-nee. It's empty..."
"Liar," Ayane hissed. She joined in, her hands exploring his balls, squeezing and kneading them with a cruel force. "There's always more for us, boss."
The friction was maddening. His fresh cum acted as a lubricant, dragging against his skin with every stroke. Mafuyu lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. "So salty..." she moaned against him.
Makoto's body betrayed him. Despite the exhaustion and the ache in his groin, he began to harden again, a painful, desperate erection born of overstimulation.
"See?" Yuna's voice cut through the haze from the doorway. "He's a horny pig. Keep going, Mafuyu-nee."
"So this is how they feel when they play with Makoto's body. It's so lewd and embarrassing, but... I might get addicted to this." Something awakened in Mafuyu's mind. She smiled with a terrifyingly sweet expression. She increased her pace, her hand a blur of motion.
While Mafuyu's hands drove Makoto closer to climax, Ayane leaned down and kissed him, swallowing his groans, her tongue wrestling with his as Mafuyu mercilessly edged him closer and closer.
"Gonna cum... gonna cum again!" Makoto groaned and begged in vain. When his second climax hit, it was dry and aching, a shuddering release that felt like it was pulling from his very marrow. A few final ropes of semen sputtered out, coating Mafuyu's fingers and dripping onto his stomach.
Makoto collapsed and panted, his vision blurring. He was sticky with the smell of sex and sweat, feeling completely drained. "Please stop, Mafuyu-nee! I really can't get hard... anymore!" He grunted, feeling the last ounce of stamina start to leave his body.
But Mafuyu just licked her fingers clean, her eyes glowing in the dark. "Not yet," she whispered. "You still can twitch." Her finger cruelly ran against his flaccid cock, making it shiver. "Keep cumming for me until you can't anymore, honey."
And Makoto's terrible but wonderful punishment began again. And again. And again.
[1] It's at chapter 4, if you forgot.