Insatiable Appetites

“Queen!” Futaba’s moans echoed through the dark caverns of Mementos.

Makoto grit her teeth, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire. In front of her loomed the neon green illusion of a computer screen, a manifestation of Futaba Sakura’s inner self. The nerdy computer hacker stood beneath, her eyes glued to the computer screen while her hands quickly ‘typed’ commands on a phantom green keyboard. She was bent provocatively at the waste, her pert bottom thrust out invitingly towards her class president while, her legs spread into a wide V while her backed curved into a seductive arc. The brunette was hold her tightly, one hand massaging a perky breast while the other was buried three fingers deep between the orange haired girl’s legs. The team navigator’s breasts bounced lightly back and forth with the motion of her hips in time with the motion of Makoto’s fingers. Makoto had instinctively drawn close to the other girl close enough that the younger girl’s butt cheeks were lightly bouncing with a tantalizing beat against Makoto’s pelvis. Futaba’s hips performed an endless erotic dance as she alternately squirmed away from and rubbed more closely against the probing digits inside her.

Makoto groaned softly to herself. The whole scenario was absurd. The class president of the prestigious Shujin Academy, straight A student known for keeping an immaculate public image, was standing naked in a dark subway tunnel wantonly fingering and teasing one of the younger schoolgirls in her charge, keeping her on the verge of orgasm. It was a scenario so depraved and obscene that it would surely have been impossible to conceive outside of a particularly demented fantasy from Sakamoto Ryuji. And yet this was now their reality. And the most humiliating part of the entire affair? The two of them were enjoying the entire shameful experience immensely.

“Does that feel good, Futaba-chan?” Makoto whispered in the other girl’s ear.

“Yes!” Futaba moaned in enthusiasm. “Oh! T-too good! S-slow down. I’m almost…” Futaba blushed as Makoto audibly growled out her frustration and shifted her probing to a slow, languid pace.

“S-sorry. We’ll have to start over if I…” Futaba gasped and blushed.

“Its fine.” Makoto said tensely. “That’s what I need to hear from you. Your doing good.”

She squeezed the other girl’s naked ass in reassurance.

“I’m not mad at you. We’re going to do this at your pace. If you get too flustered or start to have a panic attack, we can stop whenever you need to. If I sound frustrated…” Makoto blushed tremendously. “I’m embarrassed by being trapped in this degrading situation, and that we have to do something so embarrassing just to have a chance to make it out of here. And…”

Makoto pressed herself closer to the shorter girl, making certain her own hips and breasts squeezed against the hacker’s naked back. “And you’re very distracting.”

Seeing the snarky shut in reduced to nothing but her gloves, sneakers, and belt was something Makoto found alarmingly cute and sexy. Seeing her blushing in shame and getting tongue tied was surprisingly erotic. The way her body responded to Makoto’s touch, trying so hard to concentrate on manifesting her power while writhing and squirming with pleasure and embarrassment, her inner folds utterly drowning with hunger and desire, squeezing down so tightly in response to Makoto’s slightest movements…it was driving the typically stoic student president crazy. This was without a doubt the most aroused she had ever been in her life! Every instinct within her was screaming at her to make the naked school girl in front of her orgasm long and hard and often, wanting nothing more than to savor that final, ultimate moment of public humiliation. And then Futaba could take her sweet **** on her senior classmate in turn…Makoto blushed deeper still.

“Its just so cruel, having to wait for your sensor sweep. It feels like your scanners are torturing us both with this waiting and teasing.” Makoto said at last.

“…yeah. That’s exactly what they are doing.” Futaba deadpanned.

Makoto gave her a confused look.

“Necronomicon is being a bitch, okay! She knows this is humiliating me! I’m naked and horny and my hot student president is finger fucking me in public!” Futaba complained, causing Makoto to blush crimson. “And she knows it. She knows this is embarrassing me, and you, and how horny all of it is making us. She wants it to be as humiliating for as long as possible.”

“I see.” Makoto said, blushing furiously. “Well, then, let me send her a little message in response…”

Futaba gasped as she received three hard spanks on her butt.

“Queen! That hurts!” She declared.

“Oh, I’m sure it does. I’d feel bad about it, but…” Makoto removed her hand from the naked girl and held up three utterly soaked digits. “You don’t seem to mind all that much…”

Futaba blushed and pouted. “That’s not fair. You can’t do that calm, coaxing voice you do when your in student president mode! It sounds all caring and concerned and authoritative but totally willing to discipline anyone who steps out of line. That’s a mom voice! You can’t talk to me like that and be so hot and sexy! That’s my weak spot. Its super effective and does critical damage! This is cheating!”

“So what I’m hearing is that I sound like your mother, and that this is something you find unbelievably sexy.” Makoto deadpanned.

“I…you…shut up!” Futaba screeched, before moaning loudly as Makoto kissed her deeply from behind, one hand again playing with her clit while the other stroked a nipple.

“Wait.” Futaba sucked in a breath, her eyes suddenly glued to her phantom computer screen.

Makoto looked up, after a what was a prolonged moment of hesitation, from the naked body of her underclass, bent at the waste to type on her phantom keyboard. Her attention turned to the neon screen in front of them, but her hands continued to hold her tightly while she played with the geeky girl’s perky breasts and gently fingered her sopping clit.

“What is it?” Makoto whispered softly, her voice heavy with lust.

“Enemies!” Futaba whispered back. “I’m picking up a patrol coming this way! They’re going to catch us!”

“No, they won’t.” Makoto said, sobering and (reluctantly, but with much less hesitation) removed her probing digits. “No one is going to find us. We’ll stay quiet and hidden. And no matter what I’ll keep you safe. I don’t care how much of my clothes those monster steal, I promise I’ll protect you.”

The screen blipped out of existence when the pleasuring stopped. Futaba blushed and stared at the council president. They shared a brief kiss, both blushing at how quickly and easily their friendship had descended from comrades in arms to exhibitionist lovers over the course of the evening, just like the other girls. Enforced nudity and heightened promiscuity from their Personas aside, it was not lost on either that the transition had been far too quick and natural to be entirely the work of Mishima’s peverted curse. Unspoken feelings within the group had likely been simmering for some time now. Joker no doubt bore some responsibility for all of this, his quiet persistence in establishing and deepening relationships of his comrades having evolved into something a little more intimate than partners in crime or high school friendships. The fact of the matter was that Mishima was had just tipped a domino that had been waiting a long time to set off this little chain reaction.

“Senpais!!” Kasumi cried, rounding the corner in a panic.

Makoto practically shrieked, almost leaping backwards, embarrassed at being caught in the kiss and filled with foreboding about the approaching shadows. Her apprehension quickly got the better of her as she looked around wildly, fearing they had been discovered. Locking eyes on Kasumi and her flowing, familiar black coat, Makoto entered her fight or flight mode. Before the red headed girl could react she quite suddenly found a naked brunette pouncing on her position, falling to her knees and clamping herself tightly around the younger girl’s booted legs, Makoto’s face coming rather close to Kasumi’s inner thigh.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Sis, I didn’t mean to! Don’t let them find me! I didn’t mean to! Save me, Sis! Protect us! I’m sorry!” Makoto babbled, trembling in fear.

Futaba blinked, then sighed in exasperation. “My hero….”

“Umm….Makoto-senpai! Futaba-senpai! There’s a patrol of monsters coming! We need to be quiet or they will find us!” Kasumi whispered.

“Imsorryimsorrysissispleasehelpsosorryhelphelp!!” Makoto repeated, in a voice that was decidedly NOT a whisper.

“Uhhh, hey, Queen? Shut up or they’re going to find us.” Futaba said, caught between annoyance, amusement and actual concern about the situation.

“IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIM-“ Makoto continued.

“Oh to hell with this.” Futaba said, pressing one hand against the back of Makoto’s head and the other on Kasumi’s butt cheeks (taking the opportunity to liberally squeeze and grope, the red headed noted) and shocked both girls by pushing them together.

“That should keep her quiet.” Futaba said, as Makoto found her mouth unexpectedly occupied by the naked pussy of the athletic freshman.

Kasumi blushed in complete mortification, having the most respected member of the student body pressing her lips against the most private part of her body so suddenly! But this was nothing compared to the humiliation a moment later when, after a moment of hesitation, she felt those same lips shift their position and began to gently kiss and suckle her sensitive space with a lusty hunger! Kasumi felt herself begin to tremble as her knees fought the instinct to buckle underneath her. The moist, probing tongue felt so good inside her she had to clamp her gloved hand over her mouth not to let out a moan and give away their position herself!

“Heh heh heh. Knew it. Best way to get through a panic attack is to find something else to focus all your attention on!” Futaba said smugly. “Ummm…sorry about that, Kasumi-chan. It was the only thing I could think of on short notice. Besides…this is only fair, right? The others have been getting to know you all this time. You wouldn’t leave us out, right?”

Kasumi felt herself spasm as Makoto considered to eat her out. Without a word, and with an intense blush, she gasped slightly as she extended a free hand and pulled the smaller girl closer. Futaba was putting on a cocky tone, but her own mortification was fairly obvious, and her fear of capture was even more obvious as Kasumi felt a tremor running through her. Kasumi opened her coat and pulled the girl into a hug, their naked bodies making close contact. Futaba was pressing herself close to Kasumi’s left side while Queen stayed on all fours and kept her face buried between the red head’s legs. Joker had mentioned that Futaba regarded him as so sort of ‘key item’ that kept her calm in a crowded space. Apparently she was able to find some tiny bit of that sense of security hiding inside that familiar dark coat, as her trembling stopped. Blushing intensely, the short girl raised herself up on tip toes and kissed her fellow first year. Out of the corner of her eye Kasumi noted that Ann and Haru had rounded the pillar…each with their phone out, filming away. Oh good. For a moment Kasumi had feared that some part of their humiliating descent into debauchery was going to go undocumented.

Makoto provided Kasumi with a few minutes of blissful stimulation. When her orgasm finally came it was an explosive, prolonged shuddering moment of exstacy, Kasumi finally losing the battle with her weak knees and falling backwards onto the floor. And there she stayed, helpless to do anything but dance a humiliating dance of pleasure and release as her first orgasm was echoed by a second and then a third, on and on, causing her body to spasm and thrust lewdly in a pantomime of lovemaking. At last she experienced one final, massive release of thundering rapture before lying still.

Makoto looked on in shock and embarrassment. She tentatively moved towards the younger girl. Sex was not something the sheltered girl had much experience with. She had of course experienced her own release from time to time, but had never experienced a reaction that **** before. Kasumi had sounded as if she were enjoying herself, but the class president found it hard to believe anything she could have done to the girl could have caused such a volatile response. What if she had been injured or…broken somehow.

“Kasumi…” Makoto whispered softly. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if…”

Makoto gasped slightly as Kasumi raised a gloved hand up and cupped the brunette’s face in her hand, stroking a cheek as she gave her a sultry look. Blushing, Makoto obeyed the unspoken request, bending forward and giving the young girl’s lips the same thorough exploration as she had her lower regions moments before. Kasumi blushed, tasting herself on the other girl’s lips and noting with some shame that the flavor was rather intoxicating and arousing. When their lips finally parted, Kasumi whispered into the older girl’s ear. Makoto listened intently, nodding and giving Futaba a rather calculating look.

“Yes. That’s brilliant. Are you sure…” Makoto gave Kasumi an appraising look, nodding in satisfaction as Kasumi returned a smirk. “Oh Futaba…”

“Urp. And that’s my cue to get out of EEK!” Futaba said, suddenly feeling a sudden yank on the scarf that chain her and Makoto together.

“Isn’t this handy?” Makoto asked, catching the smaller girl as she was pulled towards her. “Like my own personal dog leash.

“H-hey Queen!” Futaba squeeked, weakly struggling in Makoto’s iron grip. “Y-you aren’t still angry about-“

“Having my face shoved into another girl’s crotch without any warning?” Makoto asked, glaring. “Why would I be angry about that, Futaba-chan?”

“It was seriously all I could think of on short notice, okay!” Futaba yelped.

“Was it?” Makoto asked in a sing song voice.

“….m-maybe!” Futaba offered.

“And we still don’t have that scan of our route through Mementos…” Makoto cooed.

“Well, we were- eep!” Futaba stammered as she was up close to Kasumi.

“Kasumi noticed something just now. You seemed to get much calmer close to her just now.” Makoto said. “Without Joker here, maybe she can be your key item, hmmm?”

“What are you….” Futaba began, gasping as Kasumi grasped the yellow straps of the nerdy girl’s costume, the ones that connected her belt across her waste to the the strap on her left and right thighs.

“These are so cute, Futaba-senpai…and convenient! Like little hand rails to guide your hips where they need to go!” Kasumi whispered.

Futaba’s eyes widened as Kasumi gently guided her sex to her hungry lips. She blushed in realization as Kasumi began to provide the same stimulation Makoto had given to her moments ago. Behind her Makoto gazed lustfully at the pair before glancing down at Kasumi’s spread legs. She ran a hand up Kasumi’s thigh, looking with appreciation at the tight, well maintained muscles, thinner and more graceful than her own well built body. The sight of those lovely legs and the open, waiting space between them was in that moment the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Lightly rubbing her own clit, Makoto gently settled between those legs, intertwining her own with the red head. The three girls groaned as Makoto began to rub her soaking pussy against her classmate just as she had watched Ann do less than ten minutes ago. Kasumi matched the pace Makoto set by probing Futaba with her tongue.

“Does that feel good Futaba-chan?” Makoto cooed, squeezing the nerdy girls breasts from behind. “Can you run that scan?”

“Y-y-yes, queen!” Futaba confirmed.

“Good.” Makoto said, slapping the younger girl’s ass.

“Ack! Queen!” Futaba said.

“Oh no. No mercy this time. Your behavior is unacceptable. And disobedient girls need to be disciplined. Bad girls get my swat of justice!” Makoto said, giving her another hard spank.

“Seriously?” Futaba said, squeaking as another smack was given to her ass.

“Oh? Would you rather suffer the Fist of Justice?” Makoto asked casually, now spanking Futaba’s butt cheeks to the same tempo as her thrusting as she lightly fucked the red head underneath her.

“Okay, first of all, using ‘fist’ in this context implies something other than- OWW!” Futaba shrieked.

“Best to get that scan completed. If you end up cumming before then…well, I’m not sure your ass will survive long enough to try again. I doubt any healing magic we could use would be enough to recover from my wrath.” Makoto threatened cheerfully.

The domineering bully was a new role for Makoto. Oh, there had been shades of it when she had blackmailed the Phantom Thieves and confronted Kaneshiro, but actually taking pleasure in embracing the inner bitch inspired by her older sister so completely was unexpectedly fun. She might have felt bad about it, all things considered, if not for how Futaba growned so sexily in more than just pain, or how lustfully she ground her hips against Kasumi’s hungry mouth with each smack.

Ann and Haru watched the show in awe, filming with their cell phones in one hand and finger themselves with the other. Haru paused, glanced at Ann, then carefully positioned her phone on the ground at an angle that continued to capture the unfolding threesome. Both hands free, she casually pressed herself up to Ann, who gasped softly in surprise before blushingly adjusted her stance so Haru would have easier access to her breasts and pussy. Haru pressed herself up closely behind Ann, playing with her body and kissing her neck hungrily. Ann’s freehand blindly felt a groped its way along her back and butt, finally locating the space between Haru’s legs. The pair watched their comrades into unrestrained lust, loving the show and each other in equal measure.

“T-there! There! Its finished! Scan complete! Data saved! I can call up the map any time we need it with just a little…t-touching! I’m sorry for the crotch! Queen, please let me…”

“Hmmm….” Queen said casually. “All right. I’ll give you a little reward. Go ahead. Kasumi and I are close to finish too.”

Futaba moaned with relief, arching her back and pressing her young slit against Kasumi’s mouth while Makoto teased her bare breasts. Futaba gently dislodged herself as it became clear her orgasm was impending, her slender body shuddering in a display similar to Kasumi moments before. Makoto smirked to herself then leaned forward to kiss the red haired girl underneath her, their bodies fully pressing together.

“I hope you’re happy, Yoshizawa-san. Futaba makes the fourth and final Phantom Thief you’ve made orgasm tonight. Your insatiable lust has completely corrupted every one of us. We’re naked, trapped by a horde of humiliation loving shadows, and we’re acting like a bunch of depraved sluts! And this is all your fault!” Makoto whispered.

Kasumi blushed intensely as the words settled in, unsure whether to describe her thoughts as guilt or delight…and then losing all thought entirely as the pair came to a shuddering climax.

Makoto and Kasumi remained locked together for several minutes, holding onto each other tightly as they coaxed one intense orgasm after another from each other. At last the final wave of pleasure hit, Makoto falling forward slightly to lie mostly on top of Kasumi, legs tangled together in a intimate knot, stomach and breasts squishing gently against each other. The pair gazed intensely into each other, each losing themselves in the sea of auburn in their eyes, the look of mutual love, lust and shame spellbinding them together for a long moment after. Kasumi and the class president blushed together, sharing the intensity of the moment without words, no sound but their soft panting. What they had just done betrayed standard of decency the two serious and studious students prided themselves on maintaining. It was shameful and depraved and the pair knew they would treasure every moment of it forever. As if to seal the carnal experience, the pair shared one final, lingering kiss together.

Makoto carefully rolled off the freshman, coming to rest close to her, the pair staring at the ceiling of Mementos, taking a moment simply to bask in the after glow of the intense, erotic union. Kasumi could still feel the other athletic girl’s body next to her own, close enough to feel the rapid rise and fall of her breathing and the slowly calming pulse of her heartbeat. The loud, stomping footsteps broadcast Futaba’s arrival, looking more like a particularly listless zombie than their energetic teammate.

“You guys….” Futaba said languidly. “My butt…”

The pair blinked, glancing at each other, then laughed in mutual realization. Raising one hand each to the sky while still lying prone on the ground, the pair softly declared together ‘Diaharan’, enveloping their twin palms in balls of softly glowing light. Futaba, exhausted, had enough energy for one final blush as she turned around and presented her abused ass to the two girls. She hissed briefly in pain as the pair each made contact with the nearest cheek, then mewed in contentment as the healing magic soaked into her skin while the pair gave her an affectionate grope.

“Thannnnnnnnk youuuuuuu.” Futaba sighed, practically falling back onto to the pair, much to their soft cries of shock and low grumbling even as they obediently adjusted their arrangement to include her in the naked pile of limbs.

Ann and Haru glanced at each other, quietly shutting off their cell phones and together walking to the assembled group, sitting beside the spent trio and admiring the view.

“So…that….” Ann finally ventured. “That should do it. We should be safe for awhile.”

“Safe?” Makoto muttered, crack an eye open.

“You know. From our Personas going berserk?” Ann said. “I mean, after everything that just happened…”

“Ummm…” Kasumi said, a note of subdued dismay in her voice. “About that…that’s true…sort of.”

“…sort of?” the other girls echoed as one.

“…Cendrillon would usually be satisfied after I…played with myself…for 15 minutes…or less…” Kasumi said softly.

“Wha-wha…but…we just…” Ann sputtered.

“I mean…maybe it’ll be better since it..umm…wasn’t a solo thing…?” Futaba ventured.

“Ummm…maybe. That might help. But it also might….” Kasumi blushed. “Cendrillon responds to my moods quite a lot. I had to avoid thinking about some things…like being stuck down here with all these pervy shadows, or how embarrassing it is being stuck mostly naked in this twisted version of my own costume! Or how being dressed like this is…kind of…sexy, too…Ummm, eventually I learned not to think about that stuff because it would catch Cendrillon’s interest and put her in the mood for more way faster. And it was kind of working…but I…with all of you here…that’s harder to avoid…”

The others glanced at each other, and blushed in return.

“Sorry, everyone. As long as we’re stuck down here, I think our Personas will be insatiable…”

Almost as if in response to the words, Kasumi Yashizawa gasped as a deep rumble issued up from her stomach, a noise so loud it was almost at odds with the petite girl it came from.

“Umm…sorry. I’ve been here awhile and….” Kasumi began, interrupted by another insistent rumble.

“Please just ignore-“ Another sentence was cut off by a still louder, longer growl.

“Speaking of insatiable…” Futaba muttered.

A moment later, a smaller growling came from the computer geek’s stomach.

Makoto snorted as both girls blushed in embarrassment. “Sounds serious. Kasumi-chan’s stomach is as loud as my motorcycle.”

“Well, that’s only fair, considering that you’ve taken a ride on bot-urp!” Ann began Haru firmly clamped a hand over her mouth.

“It might be best if we stopped to have lunch before making our escape.” Haru declared. “I have some of Joker’s famous curry on hand. And you three look like you could use a little coffee as well.”

Makoto perked up at the mention of the Leblanc specialty. “Really? Haru, I could kiss you.”

“Well…that would be a good place to start, I suppose.” Haru said with a wink. “Ann-chan, I’ll need a little help on this one.”

Ann blushed and grumbled as Haru released her. “Yeah? What do you-“

She found three large thermoses shoved into her arms without much ceremony.

“Just hold onto these a moment.” Haru instructed, pulling the other girl to her feet.

“Okay, but wha-“ Ann was again interrupted, this time by a kiss as Haru squeezed her tightly from behind.

A bewildered but very aroused Ann quickly found a purple gloved hand between her legs, expertly stimulating herself. Haru continued to press close to the other girl while her other hand manipulated her own clit. Before long the pair were grunting and moaning with a familiar abandon while the others looked on, blushing and enraptured. It seemed Haru had no interest in prolonging the moment, as her tempo was brisk and Ann’s convulsion made it clear the pair would be reaching a conclusion swiftly.

“H-Haru, I’m almost…” Ann gasped, somehow keeping ahold of the thermoses as her body thrust in time to the other girl’s digits.

“I know.” Haru said with satisfaction. “Psiodyne.”

Ann suddenly stiffened as a ripple of magic danced in front of her face.

“Agi.” She said mechanically.

A brief burst of red flame danced in her arms. A moment later the delicious smell of curry and roast coffee filled the air.

“There. Perfect.” Haru declared, retrieving the cylinders from the stunned blonde girl.

“What just…how did…why does it smell like coffee?” Ann asked. “Wait. Did you just…”

“Hit you with a psychic attack. I’m afraid so.” Haru said casually, placing the thermoses down in front of the other girls. “I knew the perfect temperature to set them at, but I didn’t have a way to cook them.

“…..You…you used a psychic attack on me so I’d cast Agi…on the coffee.”

“Not just Agi. An Agi set at the precise temperature we needed.” Haru said.

“….I’m not your damn microwave, Haru!” Ann snapped.

“Of course you aren’t. My microwave never talks back to me.” Haru said with a smile.

A decidedly unamused looking Ann drew in a breath, turned and casually walked over to where the girl’s equipment was resting. Bending forward (as always, to the rapt attention and delight of the other girls) Ann produced a long strand of leather. Haru gasped as Ann experimentally cracked her whip loudly before turning back around.

“There’s a lot of things I can do that your microwave won’t.” Ann said darkly. “Makoto. Kasumi. Apologies in advance. Probably going to need at least one more Diarahan from one of you before we leave here. On the plus side, we’ll have a second helping ready really soon.”

Haru had a looked of delight and terror on her face as Ann moved towards her, whip in hand, at first with deliberate slowness but rapidly picked up speed. She fled behind the pillar, Ann in hot pursuit, the loud crack of the whip and a squeal of pained excitement carrying after the pair.

Makoto sighed one of her long suffering sighs.

“Oh please. You know you love it. You wouldn’t change a thing.” Futaba noted.

“That just means their stupidity is contagious.” Makoto said sadly. “The coffee does smell good though.”

“Kurri gud tuh.” Came the garbled reply from Kasumi, already in the midst of devouring the contents of one thermos.

Makoto managed to avoid another sigh…barely. Futaba gave her a smug look, and casually drank her coffee.

“You know you love it.” Futaba said, this time telepathically.

Makoto glared at the younger girl, a hint of a smile on her face nonetheless. Hunger, thirst and exhaustion were vanquished over the unexpected meal. Haru and Ann joined them eventually with a second round, the pair looking very frazzled but quite happy (evidently Haru had opted for a health potion in the interim to not interrupt dinner, much to the minor disappointment of the other girls).

“So…” Futaba said, sipping her coffee with the other girls as they sat in a semicircle. “Is now a good time to bring up that elephant?”

“What? Elephant?” Haru piped up.

“You know? The one that’s been hanging out in the room?” Futaba asked.

Ann paused and groaned. “Okay, first of all, ‘elephant in the room’ is an English expression, so 90% of everyone here won’t even know what the hell you are talking about.”

“Hey, if I can’t make obscure references and inside jokes most of you won’t get life isn’t worth living, all right?” Futaba said, sticking her tongue out.

“Futaba, what are you talking about?” Makoto asked.

“Fine, fine. Kasumi. You like Joker, right?” Futaba asked.

“Wha-what? What makes you say that?” Kasumi asked, almost **** on her curry, the blush on her face for once not due to her nudity.

“Hmmm. I wonder…” Futaba deadpanned, reaching over and lightly grasping the long black coat that was one of the only bits of costume Kasumi’s old costume the gymnast was allowed to wear. “What could it be? What mind palace level deductions could I have made to reach that conclusion? It isn’t like you are literally wearing your heart on your sleeve right now or anything?”

“It is kind of obvious.” Ann agreed.

“The coat is rather one of a kind.” Haru nodded.

Kasumi blushed. “I…I…even if that were true, Senpai is busy leading the Phantom Thieves and I have to prepare for the next competition! This isn’t the time to burden him with a love confession!”

“Is that so?” Haru asked, coyly sipping her coffee and giving Kasumi a measured look.

“I figured you were still trying to figure out a few things before asking the guy out. Like, you know, if he was seeing anybody else. Or if the rumors of him being a womanizer were true.” Futaba said casually.

“Guys, maybe we shouldn’t…” Ann began.

“That was also a concern! It seemed like a…complicated situation! Given all of his associations and…and all of you being his friends…” Kasumi stuttered.

“You thought he was dating one of us.” Futaba said plainly. “And later you were afraid he was cheating on one of us. Or all of us. Am I right?”

Kasumi blushed crimson.

“Everyone…stop that. We should discuss this more carefully. Think about her feelings-“ Makoto began.

“Please. Its not like she doesn’t already know we’re all dating him.” Futaba waved the comment away dismissively.

“What??” Ann and Makoto said together.

“Or as if this is the first time she’s seen us all naked.” Haru said just as casually, sipping her coffee with a refined air that clashed with current state of dress.

“WHAT?” Ann and Makoto repeated.

Kasumi hung her head, blushing and sporting a very guilty look on her face.