Chizu is sure she'll lose again...

I looked at my tiles thinking that I was probably screwed. The only way I could get anything was for one last tile that would likely never get played if it wasn’t buried in the wall. Groaning I simply played the only tile I could.

"Ha! Little Hero could play better than you do, Chizu," my left side opponent scoffed happily and took up her next tile. She always played like she was winning, but often used a zentsuppa strategy that more often than not let Hazuka win. She was clearly the best Mahjong player of the three of us, but Azami with her bold moves would sneak off second place in our weekly games. And while her four-year-old son has clearly inherited his mother’s very dominant personality, no one would ever accuse him of being very bright. In fact, he was already trying to bully his other two half-siblings when left alone with them, even though he could barely talk. "Riichi!" Azami declared as she threw in a betting paper boldly as she discarded the last Single of Bamboo tile.

"Ah, too bad you haven’t had him give you some lessons then Azami," Hazuka said happily bragging as she didn’t even reach for another tile. "If you want I’m sure my little Dorobo could teach you a thing or two," she teased issuing the name of her own firstborn as an insulting counter to Azami. Dorobo was a smart lad, but probably too smart for his own good, and he was the first of our brood to start talking. Often asking multiple adults until he got what he wanted, then seemed to enjoy the ensuing fight as we confronted each other over who allowed him to do what they already forbid.

"You gonna just shit-talk or play?" Azami bitched at her primary rival.

"Fine, fine," she smiled and flopped down her hand of tiles. "Kong and mahjong with double yakuman…" she went as she began counting on her fingers tallying her score, but Azami wasn’t going to stand for that.

"You cheated!" she accused.

"What? No way!" Hazuka yelled back.

"I’m sure you’re doing ikasama tile pulling!" she accused. "Some of these tiles are clearly not the ones from my set as the ivory is just slightly a different texture."

That was my cue to end the fight. "Koku shimusou ron yaku-mangan," I said simply flipping down my row of tiles. The utter look of shock as the two of them had their jaws hit the floor looking at my almost impossible row of twelve orphans to be capped by the Single of Bamboo that Azami had played, thus trumping Hazuka’s hand and stealing not only the win for the round, but the whole game this week with the massively high scoring hand. Without looking at them or asking for permission I reached over and took almost all of their betting slips and walked over to the board and tacked them up on the days and times I wanted as we all agreed as the fairest way to manage Kenji’s time.

Well, I say we, but it was really set up by the other two with no input from me. It’d taken me a long time to get the hang of the game, leaving me to just watch as they monopolized him back and forth on most weeks, with me only getting him at most one night a week before now. But thanks to this one play they would both have to wait a full five days before he returned to either of their beds again. No doubt I’d suffer the consequences of this on our next weekly game, but it would be worth it. Both of them already had two children, and I was the only one who hadn’t quickened with Kenji’s seed a second time since the town was enclosed in that giant magical barrier.

I wondered if my father was still ruling our clan or if Tatewaki had ever tried to break through the wind-wall to rescue me over these last five years, but that was now more an idle pondering instead of wishing it to be true as it once had been when I was first taken as a ****. If my fiancée did break through and try to save me now I’d have to politely refuse him. With my little girl now four and the best man I’d ever known as her father I almost couldn’t be happier. I hated having to share him, but we both knew it would mean bloodshed otherwise, and this was the only way to live peacefully. Leaving the game room and my still speechless opponents I went out to the nursery where my love was wonderfully playing with his five children.

How could I not love such a caring and wonderful man? The kids all loved him and he took great pains to give them all equal parts of his time, no matter how hard one whined or yelled. Sure they could be a pain in the neck, but they were also the future. If the barrier did last fifty years, my daughter would be marrying one of those little braggadocios boys that were her half-brother, as there would be no one else. But until then, the only thing I could do is smile and put that worry away as it’d still be at least another ten years off.

Then Kenji saw me and excused himself from the jungle of his children. "How did it go?" he whispered.

I smiled coyly, then smirked, "I won all of the next five days and until noon the sixth."

"Ha! Nice!" he said and kissed my cheek. Then he took my hand and walked me down the hall. "Later ladies," he called into the other two women as we walked past and they stopped their hushed conversation to go all fake sweet and lovey-dovey.

"Later, lover," Azami waved making her tits shake.

"I miss you already!" Hazuka called out, but he wasn’t tricked.

"She just misses my dick in her slutty cunt," he whispered to me jokingly and I tittered feeling excited as we left for the Honey House. That’s what we called his old home now. He lived there with whomever else got his time, while we all lived in the old Takahashi Manor house and cared for the children, even though it was now named Matsumoto Manor. Kenji had insisted since now all the children were his that the house should have his name, even if he didn’t technically live in it. There was some bet involved, but he’d won it and judging by the way Azami screamed that night she wasn’t upset in losing.

"I have a surprise for you," I whispered as I waved my bag at him as we walked to his home.

"Well, I love surprises," he smiled and then whisked me on faster. The fact that he’d help me cheat a little and mark a few of the tiles in Azami’s Mahjong set only bothered my conscience a little, but it also let me know it was me he really loved. We got through his door and kissed like excited children as he closed the door. "So give what is it?" he begged as anxious as any one of his own children.

"Go to the other room. Get undressed, but don’t come back until I call you," I instructed.

"Alright," he said and pecked my lips sweetly once more. He went into his small personal room that had once belonged to his father and I threw off my own simple dress before sitting naked on his squat long dinner table. I worked quickly and endured the cold feeling on my skin as I positioned everything carefully.

Once I was sure everything was prepared I called out, "I prepared." He came back in and was clearly thrown for a loop as he gazed at my supple naked body laying spread out on his table covered in sushi and rice balls, I was especially proud to have finally grown some small breasts after my pregnancy, though they still weren’t even close to Hazuka’s much less the mammoth udders that Azami had. "Dinner is served," I enticed him, though clearly not needing to.

"Oh, yeah, Chizu, you are the best cook ever!" he happily came up and began devouring the cold food right off my flesh, using his wonderful tongue to thoroughly clean me off afterward. I moaned and laughed as he gobbled up every bit and took a few playful bits of my flesh as well.

Then with our excitement both peaking already, even though we still hadn’t even started into any real sexual activity yet I moaned out, "One more surprise." I’d made sure to feed him all the foods that were supposed to help with potency first, hoping to get him to the state I wanted him before I gave him this next bit of news. "I at my unsafe period," I nervously confessed.

"What?" he asked, clearly only moments away from thrusting his throbbing manhood into me.

I hoped this wouldn’t scare him away, but encourage him on, but we’d really never talked about it so I wasn’t entirely sure. I could be taking a huge risk and lose everything that I’d worked so hard to plan for. But he’d already had several children, so now my mind went to a dark place, filled with doubt. What if he didn’t want anymore? Would he refuse me? Still, it was too late now to take it back. "My peak…" I didn't know the word in his language so I just said my homeland's word for fertility and hoped he'd understand. "It is near," I explained.

"So, if we have sex today you are more likely to get pregnant again?" he asked rubbing my soaking wet pussy with his finger instead of his cock.

"Yes," I said on the verge of crying.

"Good," he smiled and then shifted to fill me up completely with his penis, just as I hoped he would. Our lovemaking was over much too soon, but that was the price I paid for teasing him up so much with the elaborate nyotaimori. But even still I wasn’t complaining. I clenched my womb tight and tried desperately to squeeze out every drop of his virile man juice, praying to any god that would listen that I would quicken again with his offspring.

He went to move, but I held him tight and whispered, "Please… just… stay inside. Little longer." He smiled and kissed me and we stayed together up until his manhood had completely withered and wetly wiggled free, cold and wet across my ass. Still, I held and kissed him once more and almost cried, "Thank you."

"Don’t worry, Chizu," she said lifting me up and carrying me to his bed. "If this one didn’t take, I got you the next five days. I’ll make sure that by next week you won’t be able to walk with how pregnant you’ll be." We both know it doesn’t exactly work like that. For all I knew I might not be able to have any more children; sometimes things like that happen. But the fact that he was going to try meant the world to me and I looked forward to coaxing him to keep his promise knowing that this week all the other two were going to have left by the end of the week was an exhausted and well-drained man fending off their advances for sleep.