Two pussies on the dick is worth, four…not on the dick? (you get the idea).

“No Milo. Think!” Milo chided himself. He didn’t know where any of those other women were, and he didn’t know if they hadn’t already been claimed. Milo was socially awkward but he wasn’t stupid. Far from it. He quickly intuited that Keiko had almost definitely already been fucked, and probably by Tyler Johnson given Keiko’s last location and what he had seen in the showers. Emi was right, he had two perfectly good girls safely waiting for him in the Restricted area. In fact, he doubted if anyone even remembered that they were there.

Breeding Pass in hand he made his way back to the Restricted Product Testing suites. Milo's return journey was an echo of his outward trip: office workers, too caught up in their own activities, paid him no heed.

All the way back Milo’s confidence was growing. If he had to trust in his own charm and charisma to get a woman then he had no chance. But a Pass? A hack? Fucking cheat codes? Milo trusted code, and he trusted equipment he could verify. And the Breeding Pass had been verified and then some!

But how to handle the twins?

He could just present them with the Pass and fuck them. Obviously not a bad plan as far as it went. But Milo was high on lust and embracing this fantasy dimension he had apparently walked into. Surely, he could come up with something better than a one-two shag? And then a debauched and brilliant plan came to him. He was grinning wildly by the time he returned to the Restricted Product Design suites.

The smile didn’t leave his face as he quickly walked down the short corridor and pushed open the door to the Digital Products suite. Milo felt a mix of relief and, anticipation. Emi was gone of course but he returned to find the twins still engrossed in their phones, unabated by the temporary disruption of Emi's visit. He very consciously **** himself to stop smiling and assume a neutral bored look. He put the Pass in his pocket.

He quickly walked over to his own computer and accessed a couple of basic security features that had been installed just in case some really sensitive unpatented company property was onsite. Outside in the corridor the main door to the Restricted area was automatically locked from the inside as well. From now on only an authorised computer would open the door. In fact, there was a purpose built concrete fire-shelter in the Restricted area so even the fire alarm wouldn’t open it. Milo figured that while one twin would be unavoidably caught by the Pass, he didn’t want to have to chase the spare twin around after he explained the situation.

Of course, he also had access to the live video footage of testing areas within the Wet “N” Antics offices, mainly the Product Testing Hall and the swimming pool. Working quickly and efficiently but with rising lust he reviewed the footage and prepared the appropriate time stamps of Ethan and Sayaka and also confirmed that Keiko had indeed been caught by Tyler. He also saw at least one other couple had made their way into the lotion pool and had fucked there since the lotion battle. That was all to the good.

Finally, he prepared his pièce de resistance.

Milo and his office buddy Kyle Thompson, the Digital Tech-Support expert, had conspired about a year ago to place some errant code into the offices’ computer system that allowed them access to the main office webcams for every computer. They’d used it for some more-or-less harmless snooping and to engineer a few stupid pranks. But now it provided more evidence of the Breeding Day that would be invaluable.

His preparations completed Milo cleared his throat loudly and got Hani and Suki’s attention. The two teenagers looked over at the nerd, wearing near identical expressions of curiosity as to what he wanted. Neither of them could recall a time the lanky nerd had initiated conversations with them this past summer. Now though he seemed to have a sense of assertion, a confident swagger to him. That was new.

“Girls,” he said, “I have something I need to show you. It’s kind of a work thing and a big deal.” He ushered them over to his computer. The sisters assumed it was some new company move or maybe relevant to their internship. They sauntered over, phones still in hand.

Once they were around his computer, he pulled over another office chair from a spare computer terminal so they could both sit while he stood behind them. He didn’t yet show them the Breeding Pass. Instead, he showed them the footage he had prepared of what had been, and what was transpiring outside the Restricted area.

Hina and Suki leaned closer to Milo's monitor, their expressions morphing from idle curiosity to shock as the scenes played out before them. At first, there was a flicker of disbelief, as if the twins were waiting for the punchline to a joke, but as the reality of the footage sank in, their playful smirks dissolved into wide-eyed astonishment.

"Maji...!?—" Hina said in Japanese, catching herself mid-exclamation, her jaw slack. It was the most flabbergasted Milo had seen her all summer.

Suki, typically the more composed of the pair, blinked rapidly, her gaze darting between the screen and Milo, searching for some hint that this was another one of the office pranks they had become accustomed to from their other colleagues. But the earnestness in Milo's demeanour told another story. This was real.

They watched, transfixed, as colleagues—people they had come to know over the summer—indulged in the untamed revelry of Breeding Day. The recognition of their co-workers' abandonment brought a crimson flush to their cheeks, a mix of second-hand embarrassment and they had to admit secretly, the thrill of voyeuristic insight.

"This... this can't be sanctioned by the company," Suki stammered stating the obvious, struggling to reconcile the image of the conservative corporate culture back home with what they were witnessing.

As the twins continued to watch the chaos of the office—now recast as a hedonistic playground—their expressions oscillated between bemusement and consternation, and Milo fancied, arousal. Hina, usually quick with a retort, found herself at a loss for words, her eyes glued to the screen. She swallowed, her attempt at nonchalant composure crumbling. "Is this... is everyone... doing this willingly?" Her voice was a whisper, the playful edge that coloured their earlier banter gone.

“Well, there’s the rub,” he said a hint of smugness in his voice, “the fucking is willing, but the initiation is because of this,” he said producing a Breeding Pass.