Morning After

Waking up was a slow motion, languid process for Kasumi that morning. The night had passed in a blur that ended in a deep, contented sleep. For once her sleep was dreamless and undisturbed. Only dimly did she become aware of the sounds of the city, steadily increasing in tempo as the grey morning light pushed back the darkness. She would have been content, perhaps, to bath in that wonderful softness and warmth that surrounded her forever. But by degrees her mind gathered the coherence to wonder what that softness was. So cracking open one eye and craning her neck softly, Kasumi surveyed her surroundings. A blush suffused her cheeks as she found herself completely entangled in a maze of shapely limbs, soft torsos, and naked breasts on all sides. As the events of the previous night returned to her, Kasumi allowed herself a small shudder and soft moan of dismay. The most terrible, most wonderful, most naked day of her entire life had come and gone. It hadn't been a dream after all.

Kasumi took a few moments to bury her face in the exposed cleavage of the nearest pair of breasts (Ann-senpai from the size of them- why were all her new lovers so mesmerizingly gorgeous?) and silently screamed into them for several minutes (she had to make due with the resources at her disposal for lack of a pillow). The stripping, the lustful decent into naked depravity, the endless leering and touching...the confession. It was so embarrassing she felt as if she would melt entirely into oblivion! But Kasumi (and even Cendrillon, despite her new found hunger for depravity) had been given a more than sufficient outlet to deal with her shame and sexual excitement. Today was a new day, and she could face it.

Finally calming herself, Kasumi began a silent debate with herself on her next course of action. A part of her was perfectly willing to cuddle back into the comforting warmth of the naked school girls and dift off like a kitten cloistering with her siblings. The more impish part of her that had recently been unchained by Mishima and her horny Persona was considering waking the other girls up was a good idea, and how enjoyable she could make that experience. But the serenity of the morning was too perfect to disturb, and a cynical part of her mind suspected this moment of peace would be fleeting enough for them as the day drew on. Best to hold off on the humiliations and the out of control libidos while she could. And finally, another part was wondering where on Earth her Senpai could be at this hour.

That last question was answered soon enough by the scent of cury coming from the first floor. Of course. The boy was one step ahead of her like always, preparing for their day before the thought of breakfast even entered her mind. And with the smell and the reminder of her first meal the debate was settled immediately. No priority could ever trump the hunger of Kasumi Yoshizawa. Including, she realized as she gracefully and stealthily extricated herself from the entangling limbs, her sense of modesty. Oh, she hesitated on the threshold, noticing the dim light of sunrise dimly at the window and realizing that would soon be passerbys moving through the alley who might peek in and notice the completely naked girl sitting at the counter opposite her fully clothed boyfriend. But one hunger pang was all it took to send her tip toeing down the stairs, her hands trying without much success to hide her naked breasts and pussy, a blush covering her whole body.

Joker was in the kitchen, dividing his attention between a large pot of steaming cury and a roasting pot of coffee (one mug lay close by his side, contents already half consumed). She made it half way down the stairs before stopping dead as his eyes met hers...and he smiled as they moved lower to gaze at the rest of her. It seemed absurd after last night, but the rush was still very alive. Her senpai could see her naked! The boy she loved was looking at her, thinking dirty thoughts about her body. It was as terrifying and exhilarating as it had been the night before, which was why Kasumi took half a step back as if to run away...while also squeezing and foddling her breasts slightly with one hand while the other momentarily teased her clit even as she hid it from his view. But perhaps she did not hide it well enough, as he paused a moment to stare at her, cocking an eyebrow before smiling a knowing little smile. She wanted to faint dead away. He knew she was touching herself!

"G-good morning!!" She squeeked as he watched her descend, feeling his eyes on her all the way down. She had said last night she wanted him to have his eyes on her forever. He certainly was taking the request seriously!

"Morning, Kasumi." Joker whispered. She blushed deeper still as she seated herself at the counter, the lack of an honorific sending a new thrill through her.

"You...you were up early!" Kasumi said, **** for something to distract from the embarrassing situation.

"Mm-hmm. I try to get things ready for Sojiro before he arrives. And of course I have five mouths to feed before I go to school."

"Oh, Senpai, you didn't have to...thank you!" Kasumi said, smiling despite her blush. "But why are you getting ready for school? Call in sick with the rest of us! We...could spend a day together."

"Not an option. Probation and all. They don't give me a lot of leeway when it comes to attendance, and I burned a lot of good will by missing part of my first day." Joker explained.

"I see." Kasumi said, silently fuming at the legal system. "But if you won't be eating with us why are there six bowls."

"One for each of the others and two to cover your breakfast. Sorry I couldn't make a third, supplies are limited." Joker said.

"Senpai, I don't get THAT hungry!" Kasumi protested.

"You are a ravenous, insatiable girl and we both know it." Joker said with a teasing smile. "And in more ways than one, if last night was anything to go by."

"I...you...excuse me!" Kasumi said, snatching one of the bowls off the serving tray and burying her face in it, burying her embarrassment with food and trying hard to pretend that no points had just been proven.

"Did you decide what to do, by the way? About the others?" Joker asked casually.

Kasumi paused midbite, then resumed shoving the delicious food into her mouth. When she was done, she put the bowl down carefully, as if it weighed far more than it did.

"Not yet. Makoto-san is right. Dating so many people and keeping to my regular schedule? Logic is screaming at me to forget about it. But...that doesn't seem possible either. I want this. I want it as bad as...as I want to be with you. I don't know what to do."

"That's okay. One step at a time is the best way to handle this anyway. I want you to set your own boundaries in your relationships. Who you see and how deep that relationship goes is up to you and them, in this little circle and out of it. All I need from you is to be honest and up front about who you are seeing. As long as you do that I'll always support you in whatever choice you make. Oh, and you and the other girls should make a habit of using healing and status recovery magic. Based on Takemi's test results our Persona abilities are about 100 times better than any pills or protection you could think to try instead."

"I...I see..." Kasumi whispered, picking at the remains of her now empty plate.

"As for the rest, if you did want more from the other girls beyond 'friends with benefits' you can always talk to me. I have a...little experience in balancing and deepening relationships, to say the least."

"I believe the exact phrases the rumors around school were 'womanizer' and 'player'." Kasumi said, deciding to omit the more color terms she'd come across. "I suppose they had to get at least something right about you at some point."

"Stuck watches twice and day and all that." Joker said, sipping coffee. "Although to be fair on that score Haru and I haven't dated or slept with each other as of yet. So technically you are ahead of me in the womanizing department."

"Oh? Are we rivals now? Won't Akechi-kun be jealous?" Kasumi said, blushing at the thought.

"Of you? No more than he already is." Joker said in a tone that made it quite impossible to gauge if he was joking or dead serious.

".....A-anyway! Thank you. For accepting me. And everything else."

"Always." Joker offered a brief kiss, earning a moment of blushing paralysis from Kasumi. "Now, if you'll do the honors and deliver breakfast to our little sleepy entourage upstairs, I'll be right back. I think its about time I collected some clothes for all of you. Much as I hate to admit it."

Kasumi stuck her tongue out at him as he made his way to the door. Sighing in happy exasperation as she trotted up the stairs with the breakfast laden tray.

"Oh hell yes. Joker, if your bringing the coffee and that curry up those stairs I will let you make all the babies with me until..." Ann said, rising out of bed only to stop and stare at Kasumi. "Oh...right. That happened. M-morning, Kasumi-chan."

"Morning!" Kasumi said back, blanching with embarrassment.

"Morning." Chorused the other girls, glancing at one another in awkward shame.

"B-breakfast?" Kasumi asked, only to squeek in alarm as the other girls practically leapt off the bed to occupy their feelings of humiliation with trivial tasks. Kasumi was suddenly a still island in a sea of activity as table and chairs were gathered and the small attic was transformed into a dining space. All four girls were red as she was, but the occasional passing butt grope told her not all their thoughts were on the meal or the humiliations of last night. Soon they were seated together, happily munching away and pretending not to be staring at one another when they thought no one was looking.

"You know, if you guys had told me that I'd be sharing curry and coffee with all of you while everyone was in their birthday suits twice this week...." Futaba said as the meal wound down, all the girls feeling refreshed and energetic after a long sleep and a spicy meal.

"Yes, well, let's hope that is the only thing today has in common with last night." Makoto said.

"The only thing? I dunno. I can think of a few more things...like, six...seven...eight...geez how many did you guys give me last night?" Futaba asked.

Makoto blushed. "Ahem. Well...perhaps. Have all of you finished your lessons for tonight?"

"....Are you seriously using casual sex as the prompt to get us to study??" Ann asked in exasperation.

"...Motivation is a vital part of a successful school life." Makoto said, timidly quoting some obscure part of her student handbook.

"In any event, thank goodness we can finally put that horrid night behind us. Starting today we return to our normal school lives. We can focus on being students and leave Mishima to the boys. And from here on, we decide for ourselves when we make love and touch one another. And most importantly, today we will not be getting naked in public, or touching ourselves in front of total strangers, and no one will have a chance to photograph or grope any part of our bodies we don't wish them to! This will be a humiliation free day. I can just feel it!" Haru declared.

Suddenly the front door to Leblanc banged open.

"Amamiya! Get your butt down here quick! We have a whole mob down here looking for a coffee. Definitely gonna need some help on this one."

The girls gasped in horror. Ren was still nowhere to be found, and now Sojiro Sakura, the perpetually kind but cranky owner of the coffee shop, was just down the stairs!

"Guys! He CANNOT see me naked! If the whole city is being affected by that train ride last night, there's no telling how he'd react!" Futaba babbled.

"How? The only exit is down the stairs and through the front door. There's a whole hoard of customers outside!" Makoto noted in a panic.

"Not any room under the bed. Or much space to hide otherwise." Ann said in despair.

"Well we can't just..." Futaba began as footsteps loudly banged up the stairs.

Sojiro's bald head came into view, his face scrunching up in consternation and bewilderment when seeing the girls gathered around the table. One eyebrow raised upward as the fivesome shrieked in embarrassment and did their best to hide. Inhaling slowly, Sojiro cleared his throat.

"So that's how it is. All right. If you kids are going to use my place of business as your personal lovenest and leave a mess behind then you can help me deal with the fallout. Downstairs. You can help me with the customers today."

"Uh..uhh...f-fine. Ren is getting some clothes for us rig-" Futaba stammered.

"No need. You can help as you are. Should draw more attention and teach you a little lesson in the process."

The girls stared at him in horror until Sojiro loudly cleared his throat. They could tell by the look in his eyes that there was no arguing or reasoning with Boss under the affects of Mishima's cognition alterations. Blushing and their faces downcast the girls one by one made their way downstairs, each naked as the day she was born. Sojiro watched them pass, shaking his head in consternation.

"Guess its true what they say about women and bad boys. Guess that criminal record has an upside after all. Damned lucky bastard..."