(Side Story) Karishma, The First Wife

Karishma woke up in the locker room, twitching from the biggest orgasm of her life. After finally gaining a resistance to the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her body, she finally sat up. Damnit. She couldn't believe she got this way just because Sam fucked her...

Wait...

Oh my god...

"I just had sex with Sam... I just had sex with Sam! I just had sex with Sam! YES!"

Karishma jumped up and down excitedly, celebrating her first time with her crush.

"Oh my god... oh my god... I can't believe I actually did that! Was I his first? That means I'm the first wife, right?! I did it before Chris could, too! Suck it, Chris! Hahaha!"

Karishma was giddy, her entire body was tingling with happiness. So much so, that she ignored the obvious danger a naked girl could encounter in the boy's locker room...

In this case, it was a furious kunoichi pointing the tip of her sword into the back of her neck.

"What the fu-!?!?" Karishma exclaimed.

"Unforgivable, unforgivable... To lay your filthy hands on Our Beloved..."

Karishma spun around, and was faced with a tall girl with green wavy hair, that to Karishma, seemed almost like it was freshly harvested seaweed covering her the left side of her face. She wore a gi that exposed her breasts entirely, a ornate amulet between her breasts, and a fundoshi tightly wedged into her pussy. The Hanayome Kage of the Sam-ai Karuto wore this erotic garb as a testament to their skill, despite the rest of the Japanese branch's conservative nature: if any man but Sam saw them in this slutty outfit, their marriage was forfeit. Sukinori Kiku, the girl tasked with **** Sam for the Japanese Branch, matched her skill with her sheer devotion to Sam.

Kiku's blade was pressed against Karishma's neck, not enough to cut her, but the threat of the sharp edge was apparent.

"Where is My Husband, whore?"

Karishma's mouth moved faster than her brain. "You want my sloppy seconds, seaweed-bitch? I didn't realize the school let strippers in now!"

"Unforgivable unforgivable UNFORGIVABLE!"

Kiku's hand blurred, slicing at Karishma, the kunoichi's sword grazing the top of her head. Karishma screamed, clutching her head in fear. Kiku was shocked the fact she missed, and looked at her suddenly smoke-covered sword, confused. She fully intended to take off her head...

("Kiku-chan... we talked about this...") A lazy voice complained in Japanese and fog began to pour out of the amulet. Shuushoku Kubi's spirit had led the Japanese Branch for hundreds of years as its founder, and she was proud of the fact she was the first woman in Japan to love Sam.

("B-but, Kubi-sama... the harlot has defiled our husband... This is an act punishable by ****...")

("It's not defiling, it's the natural course of events. Sam will marry all of us, you, me, and this girl. Isn't that wonderful?")

Kiku was silent, staring at the ground. Karishma, meanwhile, was sweating bullets. Seeing a beautiful woman floating through the air, smoking a long pipe, did not make the idea of ghosts any more palatable for her.

"So... ghosts are real? Fuck me, why is this happening?!"

Kiku's glare shifted from the floor to Karishma. "If Kubi-sama wills it, then I must obey... But... I do not have to be kind to her." Kiku turned her sword backwards and slapped Karishma with it, hard on the ass. "Filthy slut, where is My Husband?"

"YE-OUCH! He- he's with Chris! The head of the Protection Division!"

"Hmph..."

"Ah- Hey! Let go of me!"

Kiku dragged Karishma away by the wrist, her sword still pointed threateningly towards her, when suddenly they both heard a oddly familiar chirping noise. They looked down the hallway, and saw a horde of Sam-dolls waddling at them.

"Uh..."

("Hey Kiku-chan, isn't that the thing you girls play with all night?")

"I-it can walk?"

Imagine your favorite teddy bear suddenly walking towards you on stubby little legs. Now, imagine that teddy bear is a realistic replica of your beloved's torso and genitals. The horror would be indescribable, but to Karishma and Kiku, who had spent every night next to a doll like that, the result was like a flashbang going off in their heads. Karishma immediately started crying, while Kiku started to hyperventilate.

"No... no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!"

The dolls continued forward, the first row starting to slap their penises on the ground as they moved. The rhythmic thumping made Kiku even more hysterical.

"THIS ISN'T REAL, THIS ISN'T REAL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

("Ara, ara... You girls put too much emotion into those things... I told you that you didn't have to work too hard on your night services...")

Karishma looked over at the green-haired woman, tears streaming down her face. "You too? Oh my god... We have to run."

Kiku snapped back to reality, nodding. Karishma made a mental note to beat the shit out of Tammy and the rest of the Research Division for doing this without telling her, and ran off with Kiku. In the hallway, they bumped into Upsilon, who had just snuck back into school holding a plastic GameStop bag.

"Don't go that way!" Karishma screamed, pointing behind her as she ran. Upslion could only stare in confusion at the nude girls and the odd static blur that her sensors couldn't comprehend floating nearby.

When she turned to see what they were running from...