Ren's Lasting Impacts Vol. 1

“Guhh!”

Sae Niijima awoke in a rapturous climax. Her sheets drenched in her sweat, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath, and her mind reeling from the sensations that had been **** upon it.

“W-was that… was I h-having a wet dream a-again?” The lawyer asked no one in particular. None came to mind, but then the platinum beauty knew all too well how even the slightest overstimulation in her mind would cause the floodgates of her womb to tremble in aching need. The simplest answer would be she was dreaming of a shaggy haired eighteen year old that wanted to take her virginity, just like she’d dreamt the other night… but then, it felt different this time.

It felt like this orgasm wasn’t her fault, but something gifted to her.

“Did… did Makoto share an orgasm with me?” She mumbled. The inquisitive prosecutor part of her mind worked overtime to assess the facts, “I can’t rule out the possibility, it felt rather sudden. Even for one of my orgasms, I’ve trained myself to wake up these days.” Ignoring the Ren dream she’d had the previous night that had wrecked her bed worse than if she’d spilled a full cup of coffee on it. “But then, isn’t she just staying the night with her female friends…?”

All the thinking was doing wonders to **** her tired body to move over to the couch, dragging a fresh sheet from the linen while stripping down naked so as to be as dry as possible. Her sensitive body got a little stimulated from the couch fibres, hard nipples and clit rubbing against the fabric far too lewdly for such a dignified member of society, but not so much as to not fall asleep.

A part of her was concerned for Makoto’s well being and social standing if it turned out she had a girlfriend… but then a quiet part of her was happy that perhaps that meant her younger sister had no feelings for her dark haired friend like Sae had worried about.

Sae would ask Makoto about it next time they had sibling sex relief.

“I’m sorry, but you just don’t have the experience necessary. We will be turning down your application.”

Shimokawa Amamui was at the end of her fucking rope.

She needed this job. Sitting there in her askew business suit and frazzled hair, this was a dream job at an amazing company that she’d apparently flubbed up, all as the combover in front of her sternly frowned at her refusal to move from the chair.

“Th-this can’t be happening… how was I supposed to get the proper experience?! Did you call my references?! My ex-boyfriend better not have said-!”

“That is not the problem, Miss Shimokawa.”

The silence that followed was more telling than if he’d said a thousand words.

“...I’m not pretty enough, too old, I get it. You did say you only promote premium onaholes with the Sony branding…”

“If you understand then leave without a fuss.”

“B-but couldn’t you offer me as a discounted product or something?” She had reached the bargaining phase, though circled back to anger pretty quickly, “Is it really a me thing, or were you just **** to hire an overseas worker for ‘the image’?! People won’t accept **** diversity hire onaholes!”

With one final strum of his fat fingers against the wooden desk, the man just said two words. “Miss Shimokawa.”

She flinched, then dropped her shoulders, nodded, and began to trudge out of the office. A feeling of finality to every step she took.

“...you do have potential.”

His relenting sigh as she spun her head around did nothing to dampen her growing hope levels. “R-really?!”

“I said potential. The main reason we did not hire you was your lack of online presence compared to other, more youthful options for the position.” The grumbling man continued, looking over her case one last time, “It won’t be easy learning this new world we live in, but if you can become an onahole streamer and cultivate your audience then perhaps I will reconsi-”

“THANK YOU! I WILL! THANK YOU!” The dark haired woman yelled before rushing out the room with far too much energy.

Leaving the man from Sony to regret the last few minutes of his life.

There were definite benefits to having a twin sister.

Always having someone that can talk to and confide in. Similar size clothing you can share if needs be. And of course, the main benefit, having a mutually horny girl in the same room as you who would always give you sexual relief upon request.

Most of the twins Kasumi had ever talked to had similar experiences to her, though it wasn’t universal. While there were definite male/female and female/female twins that loved the mutual relief, there were some a little more timid and reserved who did not dive right into incestual fuckfests. No twin wanted to make the other uncomfortable, so there were some whose sexual orientation didn’t line up, as well as male/male twins who did not have that societal expectation thrust upon them (though their non twin sisters seemed to enjoy the similar sized cocks of their brothers.)

Not Kasumi though. She had clocked early once she reached eighteen that Sumire was as horny and perverted, if not more so, than herself. Finding those fanfics she wrote about her senpai, dressed in a strange black coat and taking her ‘to another world’ to fuck her brains out, well it was certainly helpful in blooming Kasumi’s own crush on the shaggy haired thief.

It may go without saying that both women were currently engaged in late night coitus while dreaming about Ren Amamiya. The double ended dildo that they scissored between their gushing cunts acting like the handsome man’s amazing phallus for both of them.

Were there any problems with having a twin sister? Well, the unending horny could get you all night if you weren’t careful.

You want to always use your sister for relief, that was common knowledge at this point, but what happens when you have a sister using you for relief as well? A perpetual fuck machine, where one’s dependance to fuck the other bleeds into further sex. Basically, once your sister uses your pussy to relieve herself it usually leaves you horny enough to use her pussy to relieve your own. The back and forth sexual adventures could mean you’re there the whole night fucking your sister.

As an example: it was Sumire’s turn to be relieved, so Kasumi had taken to using a strap-on attachment to their double ended dildo to go doggystyle on her twin. The redheaded variant of the duo was able to just stare off and dream of her crush. Imagining his thick, boiling cock stretching her walls, taking pleasure in her pussy, and groaning as she moaned out in unison. Had it been Ren himself, Sumire would have just orgasmed, had her womb filled up, and then rested in calm matrimony with the stud. But Kasumi was there, looking at this prime cut of sisterly meat, slapping her ass and reveling in the jiggles as her own pussy was stimulated too. As soon as Sumire came, it was then her turn to turn around on shaky knees, swap over the strap on attachment, and start hip thrusting into Kasumi to relieve her sister’s tension.

Maybe if the two weren’t so subtly aroused by the sight of their own sister’s athletic body, then the two would have been able to get to bed at a reasonable time. But then, tomorrow was Sunday, and apart from training they had nothing to do but wait for Ren to confirm a date for their date… and enjoy each other’s company.

“And we close tonight’s report with another look at our main topic: Are women at a genetic advantage above men? We have with us Dr. Kaitlyn Lale, biologist and activist. Dr. Lale, thank you for coming on tonight.”

“Thank you for having me.”

“Now, doctor, there’s been a lot of discussions about the various benefits to each gender. Some say that men have their own genetic advantages with their larger builds, but why are some claiming that women have it easier?”

“Well, the facts do remain that women do have at least one advantage over men. Our ability to focus more on any given topic as long as something phallic is inside our mouths.”

“I see. Now, imagine I was just discovering this information for the first time, how would you explain why this phenomena occurs?”

“It’s simple really. Back in the time of cavemen, it is assumed that women took the role of the home protector. The man hunted, the woman protected the young. This, in turn, led to the woman’s role to include pleasuring the man with her mouth. But when predators could still attack during the man’s relaxing state, it was bred into us females that, as soon as we reach eighteen years of age, a certain… extra sensory levels of awareness whenever we get that phallic thing in our mouths.”

“How extraordinary! Though, this must mean the extra senses only occur when an actual penis is inside our mouths?”

“Not at all. Over the years the focus women have gained has been found to be easily tricked by facsimiles of peni. Dildos, mushrooms, lewd stones, anything that the tongue can believe is a penis shall make women more focused.”

“Fascinating. And if you wouldn’t mind explaining how that has affected our world today?”

“Certainly. With the extra level of focus, the females of the world have been able to become stronger in many areas that men simply cannot compete with. Mathematicians and scientists that can reach conclusions faster than their male counterparts. Many feel much safer when they are being flown by a female pilot or operated on by a female surgeon with something in their mouths keeping them focused. Even athletes that could aim a bow more accurately, focus more on their running, or aim their kicks just that little bit more true. Many men are struggling to keep up when their wives and sisters are much more capable through simple sucking.”

“Hm, yes, I see. Do you use a performance enhancing penis, doctor?”

“As you can see on my necklace, I always have a phallic symbol close by so I may focus when I need to. I assume you have something yourself?”

“Guilty! The secret to my career is this dick shaped tongue stud I have. Magnetic so I can switch it with a non-penis shaped one before bed, of course.”

“I was about to ask that. Yes, we must be sure not to overuse our God given rights to focus our brains, lest the effects dull and our minds become just as basic as a male’s.”

“I guess most men wish their ancestors ate more pussy, eh doctor?”

“An astute and accurate statement, I must say. Though genders are never so binary as we believe. Some men can find success in sucking cock as much as women do. Some women similarly lack the capacity for focus. These may be rare cases, but perhaps in this new age we shall see more men excelling in fields that women have previously dominated. In conclusion, we should all keep an open heart about the future when it comes to sticking penises into our mouths.”

“Thank you for that, doctor. And that’s our show. Be sure to tune into our Extra Report Podcast where we will be discussing the best ways to pray to Benzaiten to make sure you never get cancer, as well as the scientific explanation as to why every one in sixteen women like to walk around in only their panties.”

“That is because-”

“Save it for the podcast, doctor! This is Carol O’Neil, signing off.”

Mishima had a decision to make.

@AnnStyle_ on Instagram had been rather active the last few days… posting pictures of one of the hottest girls in school performing blowjobs.

Now, this wasn’t anything too surprising. Many women showed the love for their partners by showing pretty faces rubbing against smelly cocks online. It was a right of passage for a lot of couples, it had gotten a lot of drunken women in trouble, entirely blowjob centric terms and conditions for websites had been written into law just so women could share their erotic images freely.

But the question remained for Mishima: what was the social etiquette for interacting with her blowjob pictures?

He really didn’t want to cross any boundaries here. But he also didn’t want to ignore the photos either. As the head of the Phansite, he had a responsibility and presence within the Phantom Thieves to always keep up tabs with them. Ann would definitely ask him in class why he hadn’t interacted with her posts, and it wasn’t like he could lie and say he hadn’t seen them. The real crux of the issue was he also didn’t want to come across as creepy in his interactions with these intimate posts.

Should he just like the photos? Or was that the equivalent of catcalling on the street, saying ‘hot stuff, you hot chick’ and demeaning her worth to just her body with just a simple click of a button?

Or should Mishima comment? And what? If he ironically complimented the size of the penis–and after staring at the photo long enough he could attest to how big it was–but if he did would there be women who think he’s gay? Would it ruin his chances to get his own blowjob pic online because he couldn’t reliably use sarcasm in a comment section? Or should he go a different route and just say ‘nice pic!’ or ‘lovely stuff!’ like he was a mother on Facebook? Everything he thought about felt too cringe.

At the end of the day, Ann may not even think about him. She looked happy in the pictures. The first one her plush lips were smirking so playfully as they kissed the huge dick. Another had her tongue lifting a testicle. Then there was the series of shared photos where her entire female friend group were sharing in their cock worship selfies. Always keeping that smile up, and garnering plenty of likes and comments from all around. It seemed like other top models were even reacting to her profile now. Mishima even saw a like from Risette!

It was nice everything was going well for her. There had obviously been many rumours about Ann and Kamoshida, rumours that never made any sense to Mishima. She’d never provided a single blowjob post before this huge guy in the last few days, so how could her and Kamoshida be a thing? Some people had speculated about a ‘hidden’ account of hers to protect Kamoshida’s job, but that was clearly bullshit and now those ideas were long gone.

During this moment of reflection while staring at Ann lick a big cock, Mishima noticed something in the comment section.

@SuzuiSpiker lovely picture Ann <3 id love to meet up again soon… maybe you can introduce me to your friend? /jk
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He stared at that for a while. Considering the history of the girl posting, considering the perfect way to seem casual yet attentive for Takamaki and any other girl who may be reading his comments for proof of his worthiness, and considering all the ways this could go so very right for him…

Mishima finally posted a comment:

@PhantomAdmin Hot!
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And with that, his social contract was complete.

Now to visit nhentai for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

The quiet hum of Yongen-Jaya's late-night air lingered over the Shinjuku red-light district. Though the neon lights still flickered in defiance of the encroaching darkness, the streets were eerily calm, their usual bustle replaced by a scattered handful of late-night stragglers and distant murmurs of conversations. Chihaya Mifune stretched her arms above her head, letting out a quiet yawn as she began to pack up her fortune-telling stall.

It had been a long evening of many clients. A woman on the way to a job interview needing luck, a man wanting help finding a long lost sister, that kind of thing. She was always happy to guide the sheep through the mystic arts, and earn a bit of money while doing so, but her time here never seemed to turn up anyone that interested her.

Though society’s cultural progressiveness had become slightly more intriguing as of late. It had been a very warm evening, and Chihaya had noted several men who were walking around topless, and several young women who had decided to bare all on their lower halves. The way their high heels still pushed their stature to push out peaches clad only in the skimpiest of panties… well, it certainly made waves around Yongen-Jaya. So many plush bottoms on display all night, legs freely moving around, including some of her clients spreading themselves on her seat.

It made Chihaya realise no one would have noticed if she was nude under her table… though she threw that notion away quickly.

After placing her cards in a satin pouch, Chihaya began on the folding table despite the fatigue tugging at her shoulders. She glanced at her phone, the time 3:12 blinking back to her as the hour settled into her tired muscles, just a single train journey stood between her and her bed.

Chihaya took a single step, and couldn’t help but feely like her legs were getting itchy in her skirt.

The idea of walking around without the cloth around her legs sounded so… freeing. Like she was back in the country, with no one but nature around to see. One in sixteen women preferred it–at least that’s what all the ‘science’ studies say–but Chihaya didn’t want to believe there were others without seeing it with her own eyes. All night these claims had been proven right. All it took was the right level of heat in the air for women to be brave enough, apparently.

She looked around, seeing no one but passed out ex-bar patrons on the street. If ever she was to…

Putting on a brave face, Chihaya placed her table down, then rolled up her sundress before tying it up to keep it from falling down. Then… she pulled down her pantyhose to then stuff it into her bag.

Open air danced along her skin, and all the fatigue that Chihaya was feeling blew away with it. Her heart pounded in excitement as she stood bare legged on the usually busy street.

They were simple black panties, sort of matching her headband in colour, and were tucked around her thighs. It was easy to make out the lips that lay underneath if you got close enough, but it wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty of creamy meat below to appreciate from afar either. Chihaya had nice toned legs with well kept skin. Perhaps they were the part of her body she was most proud of, and something a potentially interesting person could spot about her now that her true nature was exposed like this.

Chihaya didn’t want to stick around long, so she picked up her things and began rushing to the train.

She would definitely be sitting in only her panties from now on.

A/N: Here we have a collection of vignettes, all showing the impact of the various questions on the rest of the world. It says Vol 1. but Vol. 2 is not the next chapter, I shall just revisit this concept when I have enough ideas for vignettes. That being said, was this fun? Was there any reality changes you think I should have covered? Let me know!

This is part of my 'update December' roll out, meaning I'm not fully coming back to this story right now, but this is a nice bonus chapter between waits. I do hope to get the Sunday Tae and Monday Palace storylines done as soon as I can, though. Needing money for real life problems just keeps one away from blitzkrieg writing. Anyway, hopefully this was still fun!