Mitsuru Aftermath

To say that the vibe was icy between Mitsuru and I would be an insult to the North Pole.

We were still in the Mementos version of the school. Time still worked way differently in this world, so it probably still wasn’t even the end of lunch out there but we’d been in here a while now. Shadow activity usually was pretty minimal away from the underground areas, but I still had Sophia waiting outside to guard the room so me and the scary lady could chat. Only Mitsuru’s huge white coat had joined us in the transfer, so once I deactivated the Marin Karin on her she covered herself up in it before sitting back in her office chair.

It had taken quite a lot of apologetic explanation, including laying my knife and gun on the floor before using a relax gel on her, but we’d finally gotten to the point of at least talking again.

“So you’re telling me… I hypnotised myself?”

“Auto reflect.” I lied, but at least making it sound as believable in our world of magical personality demons. There wasn’t much choice, as I still wasn’t allowed to tell her about Benzaiten’s reality bending… “I had no idea that you were going to cast Marin Karin at me, and when you did the auto reflect skill bounced right back onto yourself. Then you started saying all this stuff begging me to control you, but since it was your spell it was basically you giving orders to your own mind… sorry. It all happened so quickly. Who knew that the extra effects would shape your mind like that…”

Mitsuru took a few beats to respond, thinking over the story I’d made up. It wasn’t really that far from the truth, just changing where the source of the mind control truly came from.

“And now the suggestions I threw at myself are now deeply rooted in my own subconscious,” she surmised. Glad that she apparently casts enough Marin Karin’s that it wasn’t an unbelievable part of the story. “How… utterly mortifying. Forcing myself to fall for a student, I can’t believe my mind, even under Marin Karin, made such… obscene requests…”

She seemed to be cringing at herself internally, which… fair. It’d certainly keep me up at night. Still, it wasn’t all her fault, and I had the means to reassure her, “Hey, it’s okay. Your mind may be somewhat altered, but we can work through them to negate any massive-”

“Or I could lock you away.”

My mouth ran dry and my blood ran cold when she scowled at me. Can’t blame her for being upset, but I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to go to prison for this bullshit.

After a second of heart thumping terror, Mitsuru seemed to relent. Taking a break from the ice glares to sigh, “But as you are here talking to me rather than running or attacking I will try and give you the benefit of the doubt. What is your plan?”

I silently let out the bit of air my lungs hadn’t been able to let go of, unclenching a few other places before responding, “R-right. So there were three main aspects. A daily dance, the ‘Shadow Operatives’ support for the Phantom Thieves… and becoming a pet.” I sort of sped through that last part before coughing and changing the subject, “The part of your mind that has been Marin Karin’d will feel like it’s clawing at your soul if you don’t have these mental changes ‘ticked off’ as it were. So we just have to get to the point where it can be reasonably ticked. Like for the first one right, if you send me a video of you dancing, I can… watch it. Every day. Then you don’t actually have to, you know, actually dance for me. I just have to send a message saying I watched it and that should satisfy the urge.”

“Hmm, somewhat astute of you,” said Mitsuru. “The next one was the Shadow Operatives…”

“Yeah, I don’t fully know what that is.” I admitted.

Her head tilted out the window, the red light of the shadow world sky lightly beaming through the blinds where once was sunlight, “We are a group dedicated to working alongside law enforcement to investigate and neutralize supernatural threats involving ‘Shadows’.” said Mitsuru, frowning softly before turning back towards me. “It’s the secondary reason I joined this school as principal. We needed to investigate the threat known as The Phantom Thieves. The deaths of Kunikazu Okumura and Principal Kobayakawa were certainly cause for concern, but I would have wanted to make civil contact with the leader first. You can understand why I lashed out in panic when that leader turned out to be you, as you summoned a Persona to potentially assassinate me too.”

“Yeah, it does make sense, and I apologise for doing what I did. It was really just a method I sometimes use to make things… sexier…” I said, scratching my head but not alleviating her mood in the slightest. Instead I just went the honesty route, “I didn’t kill anyone.”

“I will have to take your word on that, for now,” she replied, “What is your story then?”

I told her. The whole undiluted truth, from Kamoshida’s Castle to Sae’s Casino, only leaving out the parts about Akechi we needed to keep a secret until we trapped his ass.

“This does all align with what my think tank believed about you,” said Mitsuru once I was finished, “Evidence pointed to your group being a positive influence, and had no evidence tying you to the mental shutdowns besides the belief you were the only ones capable of accomplishing them. A third party trying to frame you would have explained it, but there was no evidence of that either.” Again, it sucks I can’t tell her about Akechi or Benzaiten, but I have to keep some cards close to my chest or else things could get messy. “And yet now I am to throw my entire armed forces to support you no matter which is true…”

“We could still mitigate that,” I said, “Like… training! Or even something incredibly minor like paying us a single yen a day for ‘phantom thief funding’. We don’t know what’ll appease your mental influence.”

Her eyes tightened once more, though this time less anger seemed to flow through her, “You seem rather knowledgeable about this cognitive psience, and how to get around mental control…” said Mitsuru, leaning forward slightly in her chair. I tried my hardest to not even glance at the jiggly tit meat she was unknowingly showing off beneath the coat. “Amamiya. Is there anything else you aren’t telling me? The Phantom Thieves aren’t under the orders of… something else, are they?”

…guhhh, this really stinks.

If anyone on the planet could help me with this reality bending god, it would be the leader of a shadowy organisation that spends their lives protecting the world from beings like him. She’s smart enough to realise something else might be going on, if I could take Mitsuru to Sae’s Palace and explain everything there, where his powers are limited…

But then what? Hope that the vengeful God that’s always listening to me just accepts defeat and lets Mitsuru return to the real world to gather resources to take him down? She literally just proved to me that she’s just as susceptible to his powers as anyone else. As far as I know even just mentioning his name could cause him to give Mitsuru a mental shutdown, or worse, he could instantly alter her mental state to actually act like my pet. No one would even remember her being a human, she would just suddenly be akin to a strangely shaped puppy.

As much as I’d like to tell her…

“...The Phantom Thieves are not under any influence.”

After a few moments of a shared gaze between us, Mitsuru seemed to accept my answer, turning back around in her chair.

“Out of all the options, I would say training will be the most acceptable,” said Mitsuru. “I could limit it to a single yen like you suggested, but there is potential in you Phantom Thieves to truly bloom under proper tutelage. I am in the teaching world now, after all.”

I nodded at her, “Thank you, Miss Mitsuru.”

“However, before that I will send an operative to accompany and observe one of your missions. Any level of mental change in them will have me sending the full force of my operatives against your team.”

Being cautious with this stuff is good, but I can’t really say how much she’ll even recognise a mental change when it’s reality shifting magic. Which I guess works out for my friends not getting attacked, “I can get the team to go to the depths of Mementos this week. That’s where we go to fight more minor threats.”

“Very good,” she clinically agreed. “I will also keep up my end of the bargain for the onahole club teaching position. Though I wish to wait until after the morality assessment before I throw a handful of young women at you.”

“Yeah, yeah fair,” I said. Hey, if I was evil this would all be good cautions. I’d feel sick if Akechi was getting mad levels of puss as well as being a murderer. Pushing that thought aside, my stomach started feeling twisted over the awkwardness of the next topic. “Um… we still have one more thing to discuss…”

“I shall not be your pet, Ren Amamiya.”

Her sharp tone made me flinch, raising my hands defensively, “N-not asking you to be!”

I kept my hands up, but she did not relent in her scowl. Honestly, though I had a couple ideas on how to broach this subject, she really didn’t seem that willing to play ball on the pet thing. Can’t blame her… and if she’s not willing to start negotiating then I won’t force her to. I got up off the chair and began to move towards the door. “Hopefully we can just ignore that one-”

“Wait.”

I stopped right by the doorway, kinda expecting another violent kick and whip combo over her tone, but not feeling any immediate pain. I slowly turned, hearing her footsteps beginning to approach me with increasing speed, “Miss Mitsuru?!”

Her hand reached past my body and slammed the door that I was opening shut once more.

Mitsuru’s mostly naked body loomed over me for a few more seconds before she suddenly stumbled to the side, pressing her body against the wall while keeping the door steadfastly closed.

“I… I believe you…” she mumbled.

“W-what?”

She was struggling, but seemed determined not to fall, “I did not fully understand what you meant by ‘mental compulsions’, and thought it could be some trick to make me dance for your abundant semen condition… but I feel it now. The compulsion. The wanton need to follow the orders set upon during Marin Karin. As soon as you nearly left my sight I felt the need… I need to dance… to help… to become your pet…”

She stared at me, not through icy daggers but a lustful beam of heart filled eyes. A panting tall busty woman, looking at me so wantonly.

“It seems I cannot fight my own mental conditioning. My mind is flooded with desires hereto unseen. It keeps showing me images never before conjured in my wildest dreams. Crawling around naked on the floor, a collar around my neck, as all the students watch me be your loyal pet. I am humiliated and yet I can feel the smile on my face, getting wetter by the second…” her body shuddered. She was struggling with just how aroused she was, and I was trying to not make it obvious that I was growing harder. “How can the desire to be your pet be so strong? If you leave now then I fear that I would break and show up in your classroom demanding-”

“I get it.” I cut her off for both our sakes. “You must be a, uh… a really powerful Marin Karin user to get yourself this badly. But I believe we can still figure out a way around this. Like, maybe… I can just call you a pet name… uh, Sweetie?”

Her head was hung low, shaking lightly after a moment. “...it doesn’t appear to be enough.”

Yeah, thought so. The ‘no backsies’ rule is in effect. Benzaiten wants Mitsuru to be my pet, anything less than that would be less ‘fun’ in his eyes, so he’s blocking my reality changing questions.

“We could get you a collar that says ‘pet’?”

“No… I don’t think that’ll work either…” She sighed, frustration with her own mind growing, “Is there truly nothing we can do…?”

Yeah, there is one.

My hand suddenly slammed on the wall behind her, pushing myself close into her so I was the one looming for once.

“I know what you need.”

Her eyes were wide, bouncing between shock, anger, and arousal, “I beg your pardon?”

“Go on then, beg.” I hissed, much to her surprise at the turn of attitude. “My phone is the portal in and out of this world. You’re completely at my mercy, Mitsuru Kirijo. Seems pretty easy for me to keep you here… as my pet.”

“I see,” she said, jaw tightening while making no move to push me off. “Is this what you intend to do with me?”

“Don’t act like you’re not excited by the idea,” I snapped back, leaning in till I was mere inches from her face. I could feel the warmth of her breath, I could almost hear how hard her heart was beating in the air itself. It wasn’t even a lie to accuse her of enjoying this. “I wasn’t the one that came up with the pet idea, you did. Somewhere deep down, Mitsuru Kirijo’s mind jumped at the chance to become nothing but a piece of fuckmeat to one of her students. Says a lot more about you than me, doesn’t it?”

She had no defence. The heiress simply stumbled on her words, embarrassed, aroused, and embarrassed at how aroused she was. “I… I…”

I leaned in further, till she could feel my breath on her ear, “There’s more than one way to keep a pet. Have you ever read ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’?”

Admittedly, I had not. She had, now for sure, but I had only ever heard about it twice. First as a thing Makoto explained as some horrible American book that she wanted banned, and another time in Hawaii when Ann talked about how amazing the romance was. I got the gist. In the book, the girl wanted to sub to a rich dom in a suit. Very much soft smut for a female audience, which was probably why it was working on Mitsuru, and a much safer way for our ‘pet’ relationship to start rather than having to buy a kennel for Leblanc.

My words hung in the air, a promise and a threat. She had certainly read the book now, and knew exactly what I was implying. I saw the conflict war in her eyes. the desperate need to submit warring with a lifetime of command. I gave her a moment to let it sink in, to let the humiliation and the desire truly take root.

Silently, I moved my left hand from the wall, taking grip of her large coat.

It was a test to see how far she was willing to let this go. To see how much she wanted to submit.

Without any resistance, I slid the coat off her body. Exposing her full naked form to me once more, but this time in a completely different light.

Mitsuru still looked like she was at war with herself. A woman so in charge, never realising she’s craved the loss of it. Her nipples were diamond hard, her skin flush, her crotch absolutely gushing down her leg.

“You’re beautiful,” I said with a grin, and I could see her getting annoyed at herself from how such a line was making her feel. “A gorgeous woman, how pitiable her heart was stolen by a thief.”

She swallowed a lump in her throat, “You have me at your mercy, Amamiya.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not actually going to keep you here,” I hissed, leaning forwards until it looked like my mouth was about to bite her neck. She gasped, expecting my mouth, but I stopped close. Grinning at her as it was clear she’d leaned into it rather than stop, “It’s far hotter to have you still in the school, thinking about me every day. Wanting me. Needing my thick, hard, dick.”

“You…” there was probably a lot of things she wanted to call me but a shudder running through her body caused them all to catch in her throat. “Mm!”

I couldn’t help but enjoy the teasing, “This shadow world place will be our little secret. I won’t touch you out there unless you beg. Beg me to bring you back in here and fuck you, over and over again.”

She was panting now, “You think… me that… easy?”

“That doesn’t sound like begging, pet.”

Thank fuck this is working man. If I did this to Ann or Futaba I think we’d just devolve into giggle fits.

Mitsuru just continued to stand there. Trying not to look me in the eye while clearly quivering in need with every breath. It was honestly really cute mixed with hot that this redheaded bombshell was acting this way. Maybe I just liked teasing redheads?

Touching her I made sure to keep it far from the deep taking she was wanting, instead I started tracing ever so gently around her nipple. Barely touching her while still clearly causing her chest to heave and hitch in its breathing. I even moved my finger back when she tried to push her boob into me, much to her frustration.

Her hand tried to grab my own, but I snapped her wrist and pushed it back against the wall.

Instantly I leaned in, face near her neck, but this time moving my legs between hers. She could feel my dick through my Joker suit, aching but barred from truly touching her. I could feel her thigh clamp down instinctively on it as her quim leaked on me. Mitsuru wanted it but I wasn’t giving it to just yet.

“You need to learn your place.”

She whimpered. A low and desperate sound. She tried to push into me, to beg with her body, but I still refused her silence.

“Please…” she breathed, head rolling back as if she was also begging to the heavens.

“Please what?” I asked, trying to make my gaze as intense as possible. “Please touch you? Please ravage you? You need to be more specific, Mitsuru. How am I supposed to know what a pet wants if they don’t tell me?” That line sounded pretty good, I thought. Definitely something the book would say.

“I… I don’t know,” she whined, her body arching slightly, trying to close the nonexistent gap between us.

“Yes, you do.”

My tongue suddenly indulged her in a way she wasn’t expecting, running a long deep lick from shoulder to earlobe. Her sensitive skin trembled all the way, and a deep guttural moan played through the whole thing like I was playing an aroused Mitsuru theremin. She would have probably melted onto the floor, had my other hand not found itself between her legs with an inquisitive middle digit running back and forth across her lower lips.

The noises she was making were really getting me going. My finger kept teasing her, circling around her pleasure without fully letting her indulge. It felt different to have a woman older than me acting this way, like I was somehow breaking through so many years of sexual monotony to show her true pleasure.

“I’m… your principal…!” she hissed, clearly trying one more attempt at defiance but her tone betrayed her own feelings.

Lunging forward, I stole her lips once more. Pressing two fingers into her pussy at the same time.

I felt her body climax at the sudden motion. I watched as her eyes fluttered, her pussy clenched, and her legs nearly buckled under her own pleasure.

Our kiss lasted a while, as she greeted my dominant tongue with such a flurry of encircling licks of her own. Reaching her non-pinned hand around to push me further into her body.

“Not in here,” I hissed into her mouth, “In here, you’re just another prey for a Phantom Thief.”

“Yes…” she groaned, “Yes! Please, please take me! Amamiya!”

“On your knees.” My voice was rougher than I intended, thick with my own desire.

For a moment, she didn’t move. Her body still pressed against mine. I feared the illusion broken and the fierce queen’s return any moment. Then, with an elegant grace, Mitsuru began to sink. She never broke eye contact, her gaze locked on mine as she lowered herself to the floor before me. It was an act of true obedience, and not gonna lie, that feeling of power rushing through me was intoxicating. Mitsuru Kirijo knelt before me, waiting for my next command with growing eagerness to please me.

Man, I should probably read 50 Shades if this is what it’s like. Hot damn.

“Good girl,” I praised, and the words made her shudder. “You know, in this world, I can deactivate my clothes at will? Let’s see how you handle this.”

I could have made her undress me herself, but the feel of my clothes disappearing in blue flames to make my boner slap down on my principal’s face was incredible. She stared at it briefly with a mixture of hunger and awe, perhaps not truly realising my size this close, but it didn’t stop her from licking her lips subconsciously in anticipation.

Mitsuru wasted no time in worshiping my pole. I was getting licked within one second and tickling her tonsils within ten.

With her plush lips wrapped around the head, she rapidly took me into her mouth, over and over again. The wet velvety heat was incredible. Mitsuru moved as if on instinct alone, sloppily spilling her spittle across my shaft as she face fucked herself on my dick. Her tongue swirling around my pole as she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One of her hands came up to cup my balls, gently massaging them, while the other gripped my thigh for support.

“Hands behind your back,” I growled through my teeth, finding it so hot that she was still obeying me. Hopefully this doesn’t awaken anything in me.

I tangled my fingers in her luscious red hair. My guidance in her motions not intending to force her, just creating her rhythm. This powerful woman still stared longingly up at me, barely able to hold herself back from sloppily engorging her desires to fellate. She was completely lost in it, pleasing my thick phantom thief dick was her only goal. With her hands behind her back I got a full view of her luscious chest shaking with each motion. Her moans vibrated around my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body.

Our joint lusts kept pushing our rhythms faster. Her face went at blitzing speed to suckle my sour taste as hard as she could. My cockhead repeatedly molding her gullet to its thick girthy size with only minimal gagging on Mitsuru’s part.

My hands were thrusting with her but barely controlling her speed. She wanted to submit to my seed, and my body was aching to give it to her.

“Guhhh! MITSURUUUU!!!”

She took it all, her throat working hard as she swallowed every last drop of my initial blast. But I didn’t want to just coat her stomach, I pulled back away from her mouth to start spurting Mitsuru’s beautiful face with semen. Moans accompanied each splurt of jizz across her face, keeping her mouth wide to catch as much of my tasty sauce on her tongue as she could. But I was determined to make a mess, firing the last few streams against her fat chest and flat stomach.

When we were done she looked absolutely caked in my cum. A fact she seemed to revel in, shuddering in place from my thick sauce dripping down her delicate skin.

“You… you marked me… as your…” she didn’t need to finish the sentence, speaking through soft hopeful whispers.

She spent a little bit of time cleaning herself up. I watched as she cupped each tit to lick it of my jizz, all while watching me to see my reaction to her submissive licking.

I exhaled, surprising her by reactivating my clothes and hiding my cock away from her.

“I’m assuming you no longer feel any ‘pet’ urges, right?”

She blinked, “I… you’re right. It seems your plan worked.”

“Good,” I huffed, adjusting my belt, “You no longer have the urge and I ticked off my ‘roleplay’ orgasm. I have no idea how long that’ll last, but for now we can go back to the real world without worrying that you’re gonna follow me back to class.”

I handed her back her coat, and she slowly stood back up to take it from me.

She seemed to be rather curious and embarrassed about the whole event. A layer of suspicion for what parts were real and what was just to help her out. “Your methods seem… uncouth, yet effective. Either way, I must thank you for assisting me with my own blunder.”

“Mm.” I nodded curtly, opening the door to the office to yell, “Sophia! We’re leaving!”

“Okay~!” my robo girl called out.

Mitsuru frowned, still unable to fully understand her own feelings on the matter. I’m sure she felt some level of relief from not having to actually be my pet, but at the same time that fetish was clearly something she enjoyed indulging on some level. I can’t say how many people in power liked the feeling of being dominated, but that loss of control was probably not something she’d felt often. “Amamiya… answer me this. Was it truly all just simple roleplay?”

“Hey,” I snapped my fingers, pointing directly at her face, “When we’re in this room, you address me as ‘Master’.”

After a brief moment of shock, she grew an uncontrollable smile. Taking my wrist and bringing my hand forward.

“Of course, Master.”

The Metaverse began fading away as soon as Mitsuru sucked on my finger affectionately.

Nearly forgot she’d added that reality change…

---

To say that the vibe was awkward between Mitsuru and I would be an insult to homeschool prom night.

The spell had definitely been broken when we left the veil of the red room. Maybe it was the fact my Joker mask disappeared and we were just two naked people that had a finger in the other’s mouth, but the room soon wasn’t lacking in red when we started blushing. Silently we got changed and we both muttered something about classrooms and business before I got the fuck outta there.

On the other side of the door I sighed in relief.

I’m sure I’m not Mitsuru’s favourite person, but at least we came to an understanding there. Maybe I can figure out a way for me to ‘transfer pet ownership’ to someone she trusts more later, but at the very least I don’t have to embarrass her in public now.

Just, you know, dominate her in Mementos every so often…

That shit had been super stressful. I’d managed to avoid anything catastrophic, but Mitsuru’s questions still changed a lot about my life and the world in ways that felt super unfair. I try to be careful and only change what’s on the daily quest page, but then I get locked in a room with no way to escape but to fuck my way out?!

In a fit of annoyance, I sent one text.

> you owe me one

After less than a minute of waiting I got my response.

Benziaten:

whats that mean renners? <

> that was bs and you know it

> ive been playing your damn game perfectly fine and you throw that reverse shit at me?!

> you. owe. me. one.

know what? thats fair. just cause im interested in where youre going with this, consider me owed. call in that favour whenever you want, honey~ <

“Ren!”

Three voices called out to me once I was done with texting Benzaiten. Makoto, Ann, and Haru were rushing towards the principal’s office door, their faces a tableau of varying degrees of panic.

“There you are!” said Makoto when they reached me.

“We heard you got called to the principal’s office! Is everything okay?!” asked Ann.

Haru spoke in a hushed tone, “You’re not in trouble, are you?”

I held up my hands in a placating gesture. “Yeah, everything’s fine. It was just….” I tried for a reassuring smile but couldn’t find the words to back it up. “The principal just needed me for some future… medical condition, stuff.”

“Like no more Kawakami onahole?” asked Makoto.

I sighed while scratching my head, “The opposite, onahole club might be growing…”

Before they could press further, the office door opened. Mitsuru stepped out, looking every bit the calm and collected principal that I met her as. Her suit was immaculate (even with the nipple holes cut out), her posture perfect, and not a single strand of her crimson hair was out of place. If I hadn’t just seen her on her knees coated in my cum and calling me ‘Master’ I would have believed she had just always looked like this.

“Amamiya is correct,” she said, her voice smooth and authoritative while keeping her eyes closed. “There was a simple administrative matter we needed to clarify about a future opportunity for him to assist in graduations. I apologize if my meeting with your friend caused any undue alarm.” She gave them a quick polite smile before turning back to me. “Are these your significant others?”

“Three of them, yeah.”

Makoto’s shoulders relaxed, and Ann let out a sigh of relief. “Oh. Well, okay then. If you say so, Principal Kirijo.” said Makoto with a nod. Ann turned to me and mouthed ‘she’s the new principal?’ out of shock.

But Haru hadn’t moved. She had a look of dawning recognition on her face that I didn’t understand. She stepped forward, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Mitsu-chan…?”

Mitsuru’s polite smile faltered. She turned her full attention to Haru, her own expression shifting from professional curiosity to genuine shock. “H-Haru?!”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Ann asked, looking between them.

“We… attended the same functions when we were children,” Haru explained, her gaze still locked on Mitsuru. “My father and her family… the Kirijo Group. We would see each other at the spring and autumn galas. It’s been… so many years.”

“Those galas had been a highlight of a sheltered childhood. After my father passed I simply didn’t have the time to continue attending them…” Mitsuru repeated, the name sounding softer, more personal this time. “I… I had hoped I would see you again, Haru. Though perhaps under better circumstances.” She paused, then added, “I’m sorry about your father.”

Haru nodded gracefully. “Thank you, Mitsu-chan. It’s certainly a surprise to see you here. I have to admit, seeing you as a principal… it makes sense. I was so much smaller than you, but you always held my hand at those galas to help me and show you around. I’m happy to see your supportiveness held firm.”

Wow. Heiress backstories crossover?

Mitsuru gave her friend a brief smile before suddenly looking back over at me. She took a moment to look over the four of us before talking once more to Haru.

“Would you like to continue catching up inside? I can get your teacher to forward any lesson notes you may have missed,” said Mitsuru, opening her door once more to her fellow heiress. “I also wish to hear more from someone close to Amamiya that I can trust. About him as your lover… and your leader.”

That changed the tone. All eyes went wide, glancing sharply between her and me.

“She has a Persona too,” I explained very quietly, “Had to take her to Mementos after some… shit went down.”

“Mementos?!” Ann baulked.

“Is she an enemy?” Makoto hissed under her breath, not taking any stance but clearly tightening up.

“No. Not yet, at least.” I responded equally as quietly, but knowing Mitsuru probably heard us.

I get why she’s doing this. It’s a way to make sure my story aligns at least somewhat with Haru’s, and doing it quickly so there’s no collusion time to make sure our stories are straight. If we were lying it’s a good tactic, but thankfully Haru’s only going to tell her the truth. Mitsuru doesn’t seem to be the kind to force anything out of Haru. No sudden lap pillow interrogations or anything like that. It probably is just a catch up, mixed with finding out about the Phantom Thieves.

I looked over at the nervously confused Haru, “I don’t think she’s going to do anything, but I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with, Haru.”

Her fluffy hair bounced back and forth, ending with a determinate nod when looking into Mitsuru’s eyes, “I think I can still trust her. Can you trust me?”

“Always.”

Haru smiled at me, looking brave as hell behind the shakiness but still walking into the potential lion’s den of Mitsuru’s office.

After Haru entered, Mitsuru quietly leaned in towards me. Expecting her to tell me to hope Haru has the same story about the Phantom Thieves as me.

“I know you said you were taking your lover’s feelings into consideration, but if I find out you’ve hurt that girl’s feelings in any capacity, I will find out where you live and execute you myself.”

…or she actually has a level of maternal bond with Haru I hadn’t expected.

Still, she can’t talk shit to me. I tightened my eyes and whisper-snapped right back at her.

“And if you push any boundaries and make Haru uncomfortable, I’ll make sure to spank you so much your ass will be the same colour as your hair.”

I could feel Ann and Makoto’s shock beside me.

Mitsuru probably caught their surprise in her peripheral vision, but was too busy blushing to explain anything else, “...we’re in agreement then.” she nodded before turning around and closing the door.

Leaving me to give another long exhale before turning back to my girls.

“Ren… what the fuck happened?!”

---

Ann and Makoto had to wait until break before I could properly inform them of what happened. We were already running late for the next class, so had to hurry to get there on time as is.

Once the bell rang we all reconvened outside the roof. They didn’t even inform Ryuji what was happening (though I think he’s a bit focused on his date later), and just dragged me up to tell them everything about our new principal. They were clearly worried the entire lesson, but I had to speak rather quickly to get out all the essential info in the 10 minutes we had between classes.

“I hadn’t considered there may be others out there with Personas, and to think there is an entire organised group dedicated to it…” Makoto mumbled, clutching her chin as she thought about all it meant.

Ann was taking a different approach to my news. “It was crazy how sexy our new principal is! And you totally have her being your little sex pet?! God, my boyfriend is such a stud!” she exclaimed before reaching over to me, “Ryuji’s not here, you gotta give me a hi-five!”

I gave it up.

“This is serious, Ann,” said Makoto, “We’re going to be under scrutiny from a government organisation that will be judging us, right when we need anonymity to sneak into my sister’s palace. We have no idea if this woman is in affiliation with Akechi, or any other political member that wants to shut us down or lock us up.”

“Yeah, that’s why I haven’t texted the group chat about it yet,” I said. “My gut says she’s trustworthy, and Haru seems to back it up, but I also don’t want to give away all our secrets just yet either.”

Makoto sighed, “We’ll have to discuss it more tomorrow. I really need to catch up with Sae after school tonight and make sure my cognition didn’t say anything strange.”

“Yeah, and it gives Haru a chance to find out some stuff too,” I agreed. “Sorry about this guys…”

Ann was quick to pat me on the shoulder, “Hey, it’s cool! Sounds like she may have hunted us down sooner or later anyway, at least this way you got to form a saucy bond with her first~”

“Speaking of, are all your orgasms accounted for today?” asked Makoto. It’s weird how the clinical stuff can still feel super hot. “Even the roleplay? And the thirty minutes of chest groping?”

“Yes, yes, and no.” I admitted. Nice to know that they already know about the new caveats to my condition, “I have no idea how many minutes I’ve done today.”

Ann was quick to grab my wrist and place it firmly against her tit. I felt a rush of pleasant softness spread from my hand and up my soul, squeezing her soft tissue really was a life affirming act at this point. “Well, we can at least add another five to it!” she beamed.

“Ten,” said Makoto, following Ann’s lead and grabbing my wrist to make me squeeze her too.

The pose felt a little awkward, as my arms were outstretched a bit far to grope them both. With a little style, I stepped forwards between them to wrap my arms around both their bodies, encircling them into a tight hug while still giving them soft gropes. “Thanks, you two. I seriously couldn’t be doing this without all of you.”

“We know,” said Ann, mostly faux-teasing but unable to stop herself from kissing me in this new tight position either.

Makoto just kept her hand over mine as I squeezed. The feel of their hardening nipples through the holes in their shirts enhancing the experience a lot. We stayed there, swappling spittle and squeezing in tightly until the next bell rang and we had to return to our classes. At some point I should probably start focusing and actually learning in class again… ah, whatever. I was planning on faking my death soon anyway.

Now I just had to find someone else to grope after school.

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