Makoto in the Morning

November 8th, Tuesday, 20XX
Cloudy
Days Until Deadline: 10
Text: i wore my bfs tshirt but he got all mad when i cut out some nipple holes! guh why cant he just respec my body?
Text: anyone wanna play smash
Text: keep hearing about benzaiten. do you think hes more popular than the phantom thieves now?

New Daily Challenges:

• Meet somebody new.
• Have someone act in a way they usually wouldn't.
• Change the government in some way.

0/3 completed

It had been a bit of a rough night for me with not a ton of sleep.

My aching mind lazily stumbled its way to cognizance lane, taking its sweet time to travel down guilty feelings avenue and utter dread street. I knew I must be in my bed, feeling like I’d been sleeping for months, yet still my body ached from all the shit that went down yesterday. Running around the Palace in an absolute panic, getting down and dirty with the girl’s Personas, and then having to take an **** Makoto back…

Okay, to be fair, she was 90% the reason I had trouble sleeping. At some point she’d rolled on top of me, treating me like a big stuffed panda to lie on and snuggle up to. Dunno if said panda also had a raging hard on that got trapped between her thick thighs, but let’s never ask her to find out.

Point is, my lower pointer is trapped and throbbing pointily.

Makoto was still sleeping. Probably exhausted from the near complete transformation she went through, I’m still so damn relieved she’s safe. I didn’t want to wake her… which left me to just sit in stagnant morning silence… and try not to think about all the ways her naked body was leaning on me right now… like her soft breasts on my ribs, her breathing on my chest, and the way she kept shifting around to clutch her thighs around my aching erection…

Fuck… I twitched my dick and it felt up her whole sexy underneath area. My tip just poked between her jiggly butt cheeks!

Gah! I need to think about something else!

Let’s see… gotta plan my next moves as it is. May as well do that now and hope that makes the throbbing dull at least momentarily.

The next major goal: Sae Niijima.

We still need to infiltrate the last areas of her palace, but both Morgana and Futaba say that she’s officially closed until someone can woo her heart. Cognitive psience doesn’t always make sense to me, but I do understand a big locked door saying ‘Keep Out!’.

I’d already reluctantly agreed it’ll be me. It’s not like nothing is there, my heart beats weirdly fast around her, and I’d be a liar to say I’d never thought about it (that one dream for the biggest example) but Makoto has explicitly gone on record saying ‘no’. She is super protective of Sae, plus the weirdness of having to I guess ‘share’ me with her sister… but at this point someone has to, maybe if not me then Makoto and I can figure out who? I just have to make sure not to mentally sway her with questions. It isn’t fair to just get what I want through this reality changing bullshit.

Sae is the next major goal, but I do have a bunch of sub goals along the way.

Speaking of, I need to get my phone back off of Futaba to check my daily quests… she must have finished analysing Sophia by now.

Then I have to check in with Cognitive Makoto and figure out what to do with her. Tempting to just leave her as a maid with Haru since she offered, but that could get messy if anyone Makoto knows ever shows up there. Have to worry about other cognitions coming through now too, fuck this whole thing is messy.

Also, have to make sure to orgasm a bunch of times. Shouldn’t be too difficult since I made all women bare nips out in November, unless the guilt of that weighs me down.

There’s probably more shit I’m forgetting too. I wanted to spend more time getting stronger and forging bonds, like hanging out at another Toranosuke rally or going to see Ohya at Crossroads… but I shouldn’t. I’d just ask the wrong question and ruin someone’s life. Besides, even just going to the Velvet Room seems too loaded a location, so it’s not like I can improve my Personas as is. No, I should just aim to at least make my girlfriends happy and spend time with them as I think of ways to stop Benzaiten.

Though even my little circle of girlfriends seem to be expanding too quickly.

A date with Sumire. It was set up as a way to ‘prepare’ me for the more legendary adult Sae Niijima, but I’d argue that a world class gymnast is already a major draw. I know she’s enamoured with me, and that’s my fault as usual… Benzaiten won’t let me revoke her desire and it feels cruel to shoot her down when even my girlfriends are pushing for the date.

Part of me wants to stop it, but I keep going back to what Arsene said to me last night.

Using Benzaiten’s powers against him, and enjoying the moments of life that I’ve inadvertently set up. Feels wrong in some ways, but also kinda unavoidable. If I try and stop asking questions he will change the rules on me, either by literally changing the rules like Ann’s party or just finding a different Wild Card to empower.

I need his attention on me and to act like I’m enjoying myself.

A weak point in his reality bending might reveal itself when his guard is down.

I don’t have many other cards to play here. Bottom line is maybe to fight the endless flow I need to stop resisting it… could be the only way I’ll ever get out in front.

So I guess I’m gonna have to just have fun with Sumire. And probably Kasumi too, knowing my luck. Twins. Gymnast twins. Tight and sexy and…

Ah fuck, I had just gotten my boner to half calm down! Now I’m just throbbing in Makoto’s creamy tight incredible thighs again!

“Someone’s finally awake…” I heard her mumble while my eyes adjusted to the morning light.

A blush ran deeply through her face, only an inch or two away from my own. Those reddish-brown orbs looking at me so deeply, chin resting on my chest, a tiny bite to her lip.

“Hey… CFF! M-morning,” I croaked out, fuck, I hope I don’t have morning breath… “You must have a bunch of questions…”

“I do, but they can wait,” she purred, shifting herself around and squeezing my dick even tighter, “Shall we get your first load out while we’re close together like this?”

Makoto’s hips rolled ever so gently but after edging for a few hours each motion made my body shudder. The heat of her thigh pussy rubbing against me was too much. My eyes fluttered as she continued to wiggle around atop my form.

“W-wait… I think we should t-talk first… what do you remember about last night?”

Makoto frowned, still not moving from on top of me as she struggled to recollect, “I think… we were attacked?” she asked with a clearly foggy memory, I nodded awkwardly, “In the Palace… then I… can’t really remember. Everything went dark, but not pure black, like looking through a tinted window… there were drinks, and I was serving them, and it felt so good to follow orders…”

“You were nearly turned into one of those waitress shadows,” I admitted, feeling super guilty about it all, “I had to make you and Johanna orgasm at the same time to sync your psyche back into place… sorry…”

She tilted her head at me, “Why are you sorry? It sounds like you saved my life.”

“Yeah, but as team leader, the fact you were even in that position-” I made a move to shift her off of me so we could talk, but the aikido master kept me pinned under her, “Uhh… Makoto? We need to get up for school ‘n stuff…”

“That’s not what your heartbeat is telling me,” she said with a little smirk, squeezing her thighs ever so gently more around my prick. “You’ve totally soaked the sheets with your thick oozing precum, Ren. But I guess I got you back with how wet my vagina made you.” I had been feeling drips running down my scrotum, hard to ignore now with just how much it began to pour. “Perhaps I’m developing my sister’s condition…”

I was only really half listening as my dick was in thigh-vanna, “H-her condition?”

“Yes,” said Makoto in a sad way that made my stomach flip with worry. I’d done it again, hadn’t I? “Sae has what we call an ‘overly sensitive vagina’. She’s always found it very easy to get wet quick, even a bit of wind against her nipple sometimes wrecks her panties. It has both pros and cons. Extra focus, extra pleasure, but makes everything quite… sticky. I suppose I’ll need to start learning how she deals with it…”

Fuck, I’d given Makoto a leaky slit too? I mean it almost felt like I was running my dick under a tap right now, so probably. Though it was at least making her bolder with her movements, grinding against my soaked cock so easily now. It was really hard to concentrate on anything but the motions of Makoto. I was only deterred when I saw a hopeful look in her eyes and we quickly began making out.

The excitement got too much for me to stay laying down passively. I didn’t have the wherewithal to sex her straight up, but I did have the hip motions to basically start fucking her thighs. Between the leaky slit, precum, and general sweat, the feeling of her thighs was almost comparable to her insides. Boiling, moist, and tight with the way she squeezed me between her legs.

We quickly devolved into just two kissing fools on the bed. Swirling our tongues around like every single one of our tastebuds needed to meet each other. Makoto’s sexy firm body was able to create such incredible pressure just through a thigh job while her soft parts still rubbed against me. Up and down on my creaky bed went her hips, her athletic background meant she had incredible muscle control. Control that she used to clamp her sexy legs on my dick and smush so good.

I felt bad that I'd accidentally made her pussy so lubricated. Okay, mostly proud but guilty it was a reality change. Her naked slit was obviously touching me occasionally from this angle, and every time it did I could feel it quiver in pleasure before a half-cup of her juices spurted onto me. The stickyness and heat were really picking up under the covers but it didn't deter either of us in our mutual pining.

Through it all I still had that little nugget of truth that made it all of this much sexier. The truth is that this girl… is Makoto Niijima. I know, it’s not some grand secret, but fuck man, it’s the student council president! One of the nerdiest yet badass girls in school, managing to be so cute and cool at the same time is astounding. And she was naked in my bed when I awoke to make out with me. I know it’s all kinda the fault of the reality shifting, but I can enjoy living in this dream a little longer when I’m with her.

It was messy, moist, and marvellous. But after a night of edging betwixt her thighs it took only about ten minutes of gushing genital grinding for my cock to finally start shooting its thick sticky payload up onto Makoto’s plush behind and back.

"GGGFUCK! MAKOTO!"

"REN! REEENNNNNN~!!!" she screamed, hearts pounding in her eyes as her own climax quickly overtook her.

Of course I’d nearly forgotten that I had to wait a few minutes now for Makoto to finish orgasming. My nut lasted barely a minute of pumping, leaving four minutes for her to just writhe and writhe on top of me while I braced her. Makoto was moaning guttural sounds deeply and mostly into my mouth as we continued to make out during her lengthy climactic state. I had to really try and not get a second round boner as the free Niijima porn of a groaning naked wriggling student council president was acted out on my chest.

“Mm… that felt amazing…” she sighed into my panting chest. “I’m happy I was able to use you as a toy today for my daily masturbation.”

I snorted lightly, “Hehe, glad to be of service~”

“Though… now that I got at least one out of you…” She began, rolling over to lie on the bed next to me, “I'm ready. I would like to know what happened after I was taken by the shadows of my sister's palace... this is really you Ren, right?”

Damn, forgot that would be where her memories ended. All that stuff with the mask on her face must be just as much of a haze as it was for the others. “Yes! Yes, all good. This isn’t Sae’s Palace. You and the others got kidnapped to become sexy barmaid shadows. It took a bit of work with Johanna but I managed to save you just at the last second to restore your sense of self.”

She frowned, the both of us sitting up together to stretch out lightly, “I see… and that’s why I woke up in your room?”

“As I said, it was a very ‘last second’ save. It kinda messed you up and you were out cold, so once we got you back to the real world I took you here. I didn’t think you’d want to show up at Sae’s completely-”

Makoto’s eyes suddenly went deadly serious, “Ren. You did tell my sister I was here, right?!”

With a slight cringe I struggled to get the truth out, “I mean... sort of?”

Makoto was up in a bolt, tearing up my room to find her clothes. “Where’s my phone!? I need to find it! I’m going to be in so much trouble!”

“Makoto! Hold on!” I burst, grabbing her wrist before she ran out of Leblanc half naked, “There’s something else you need to know… about your cognitive self.”

After she calmed down we got dressed, it took a little while to properly break down the events of last night.

My failure to find her in the crowd of big titty shadows, accidentally bringing back her cognition to reality, and getting that faker to pretend to be Makoto for Sae’s sake. I could tell it was giving her mad anxiety but our Queen was holding strong as she sat perfectly still on the bed next to me. It took a lot of sighs but she was finally beginning to speak to me again.

“This is a lot to take in…”

I reached out to touch her hand which she clamped onto straight away. “We’ll go meet up with the cognition of you straight away. Maybe there’s even some way to reason with it to stay in Sae’s Palace. Though Morgana says even the entrance may be locked right now…”

She sighed once more, “And you all believe someone needs to make my sister fall in love to make it open.”

God, saying it out loud really is cringe. I rubbed her hand a few more times, “If you’re not comfortable with the plan we will definitely figure out something else to do.”

“We both know cognitive psience and the Meta-Verse are not so easily circumvented, Ren,” she replied, idly tracking an errant dust particle floating by her vision as she was lost in thought. “Let me guess, the idea is you’ll be the one to seduce her?”

Gulp, “That’s the plan, but plans can change. Seriously, if you aren't comfortable-”

“My sister is the last of my family, Ren.” she said, not looking me in the eyes as she considered the future of that tryst.

Okay, there goes that idea. Cognitive psience be damned, if Makoto doesn't want me to seduce Sae then no Sae shall I seduce. “Right, we’ll figure-”

“She’s been alone a long time. So many nights with no one to come home to.”

I blinked, confused by her point, “...uh, yeah, and we can-”

“The woman who helped raise me after dad died… all while she was still going through law school… always having to push personal relationships away so she could come back home to make sure I was safe doing homework…” Makoto continued, still looking far away while squeezing my hand, “I think I was initially against you and her because I thought we could handle your condition without needing to bother her. That she had so much on her plate that making her a cheap fling, another body for controlling your cum, it felt cruel. But… if this is about making her happy, then I think… well, I would like to see her smile like she used to…”

“Makoto, I…” wait, what the hell is happening?! I was so ready for her to not be okay with this! “Uh…”

Her head rolled gently onto my shoulder, nuzzling lightly into me with another soft exhale, “I have been responsible for my sister’s pleasure for a long time, it makes sense I’d bring my boyfriend in to help with that, doesn’t it?”

“But… Makoto, this is like a proper relationship thing we’re talking about. I know you four are happy with each other, but, like…” I really was trying to skirt around the question ‘are you okay with this?’ so I didn’t change reality.

She gave me a soft smile, “Ren, you do realise us girls wish you to have a large harem, right?”

“I do know it, but it still doesn’t feel real,” I admitted. “How are you okay with it?”

“It is odd, I know. But I just can’t ignore how I feel when thinking about you owning a harem,” she said, a heat in her tone that was slowly growing. Her imagination taking over as she got lost in her own thoughts, “My boyfriend. His thick penis is still hard as all the numerous women around him are covered in his delicious semen. He’s so handsome, and he smiles at me, beckoning me for my turn to ride him. He loves me just as much as all the others, but his penis is just so virile he needs all of their help. I want to help him, I want to pleasure him, and he wants to pleasure me too.”

Holy shit. I’m gonna need more helping in a second after this speech.

“There was a time that it was just four, but now I keep thinking of new women being there and it just keeps getting hotter… your teacher, your doctor, your friends… and as I descend upon you, there’s a new face behind me helping. Her belly is as big as mine, because you were so fertile you got both sisters at once…” after a few moments of ragged breathing Makoto seemed to tear herself away from her fantasy with a few shakes of her head, “I’m… I’m sorry, Ren. I know it’s wrong of me to… you know…”

Don't stop now! I was enjoying the story! “H-huh?”

“...to fetishize your condition in any way,” she admitted, looking rather guilty for reasons I didn’t understand. “Your hyperspermia is a debilitating illness that requires daily assistance. Yet here I am, masturbating daily to the idea of your huge swinging testicles impregnating me over and over again. Your balls' skin growing, expanding, due to the thick, fertile, seed…” her eyes were glowing with pure lust. Our faces so close, her hand starting to cup my already straining jeans, “You’re just so fertile, aren’t you, Ren?”

“Fuck yeah I-”

“HEY KID! YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!”

Makoto and I ripped away from each other and quickly straightened out on the bed at the yell of authority. Sojiro hadn’t come up to see us, just yelling from the bottom of the stairs, but it had been enough to freak both of us out in the moment. He was totally right, time was running short, but we both needed a minute to calm down still.

Makoto gulped, “...w-we’ll find a free use car on the train before we get to school.”

“...deal.”

“Wait, what?”

We didn’t get to fast forward to school for once. I was already stunlocked by another familiar face sitting at the Leblanc bar.

“Well well well, heya there, Ren~”

“Miss Ohya?” asked Makoto, having met her previously during the Kaneshiro stuff, “I didn’t know you liked coffee.”

“I’m thinking of switching it up from booze,” said Ohya with a smirk towards Sojiro, “Besides, now that I know that Ren’s living right upstairs? This place is dripping with good coffee AND juicy stories!” she grinned, lowering an eyebrow at me, "You should probably look into soundproofing up there."

“Careful. That kid’s a lady killer. He had two completely different lovely ladies come visit him yesterday morning,” said Sojiro, lowering an eyebrow at me with a knowing smile.

Ohya turned back to him rather quickly, purring at the owner quite seductively, “Hmm, well he has to have learned from the best.”

“I’m known to give good advice from time to time,” said Sojiro, happily accepting the compliment.

Ohya reached over and touched his arm, “Oh? Sounds like a perfect clickbait listicle. 'Top Ten Tips for dating from the sexiest coffee maker in town!' Tokyo would love to hear about the moves of a legendary stud like you.”

Okay, what the fuck is happening?

I didn’t even think these two knew each other, but now she’s making goo-goo eyes at Sojiro? And not hiding it either, I've seen more subtlety from someone throwing a toddler at a drum set. Did she come here looking for me? Was there something she needed to tell the leader of the Phantom Thieves?

And was I able to live with myself knowing the exact size and shape of her nipples?

I can’t believe I made that change, man. She’s literally sitting here with two circles cut out of her regular ‘low life’ t-shirt, perfectly letting her areola out for everyone to look at. Pink beige circles, cutely small-sized with hard nubs poking out for either arousal or chilliness. I could see her breasts under her baggy shirt, I could see a birth mark I was never supposed to see, and, of course, I’m the only one who remembers what life was like before. To her, I’ve seen her nipples a bunch of times, she even looked down to where I was staring to check she hadn’t spilled anything on them.

"See something you like, kid?" she asked me, snapping my eyes away from her chest towards her smirking face. "He really is a greedy one, isn't he?"

"Oh yeah. I haven't even told you about his teacher," chuckled Sojiro.

"W-wait, that's-"

“Ren, we need to be going. School will be starting soon,” said the ever studious Makoto.

I snapped my head around at the other woman who also had her nips cut out. The studious woman had her uniform perfectly straight to allow for no risk of cloth to ever cover her nipples, with two circles cut out of both her white school shirt and the black waistcoat thing she wore over it. I’d already licked and suckled on those puppies, but to see them in such a casual way was still super arousing.

I shook myself out of my own staring. She’s right, we need to go. And I’ll have time to talk to Ohya later. It didn’t really bother me if she had a thing for slightly older guys, I wasn’t exactly **** to pursue her anyway. The fewer people that get wrapped up in the reality changing madness my life has become, the better.

Sighing, I rubbed the back of my neck, "Sorry. Yes, we do need to go. Um... it was nice seeing you again, Miss. Ohya."

"Don't go adding 'Miss', Ren. Makes me feel like I've aged ten years," she grumbled with a long face, "Before you go asking about that other life of yours, I really wasn't here to see you. Was just in the neighbourhood when I saw..." her eyes drifted back towards Sojiro. He and Makoto had begun their own chat, meaning Ohya could hushly ask, "Okay, need some intel, stat. What's his deal? Married? Kids? Only into blondes? Help a girl out!"

I exhaled at her mild desperation, "Widower. One daughter. Never had time for anything long term, but since his daughter is an adult now he's probably more open to it."

"Perfect. That's why I never deleted your number, 'Phantom Thief'!" She grinned. What did that mean? "You'll definitely be seeing me around here more often. Now go, get to school already."

"Yes ma'am."

She grimaced, "Watch it."

Meanwhile, Sojiro had turned his attention to Makoto, “Apologies for yelling earlier, Ms. Niijima. Had I known you were upstairs I’d have used more tact, and probably brought you up some of Tokyo's favourite morning juice.” he said, shaking an empty coffee mug at her.

Makoto raised a hand, “It’s totally fine, I appreciate the wake up call as we really do need to leave for school soon. I’d like to not break my perfect attendance record.”

“So is that a no on some coffee to go?” He asked, already pouring out a cup into a cardboard cup. Using the beans that always made Makoto moan softly under her breath, and was currently tempting her to ruin her record.

“...it does smell divine.”

After we took some coffee to go we were mostly on our way. I say mostly, because I still had to run over to Futaba’s house to grab my phone from her. I’d been a little worried that she could hack into my list of reality changes and figure things out, but if she did she was too busy gushing about the amazingness that was Sophia to ask me about a list of true things.

Futaba clearly wanted to go on a little trip with us to school, but after hearing that I’d need to be visiting the sex car she decided to stay home. The world had become more sexual, but she was too shy to fuck in public still.

After saying goodbye (and a promise to come back and have fun with her after school) we hurried off to the station.

I won’t go into all the details of all the sex I have every day, we’d be here forever. Just know that the free use car was mostly empty outside of about three other couples.

It was funny, they were all clearly there for different reasons.

One woman with stringy uncombed hair had her legs spread wide as she studied the papers she’d laid out on the bench. She was inviting anyone to pleasure her as she used the focus gained from pussy stimulation to analyse the paper even harder. I think she was a defence lawyer, but she could be a businesswoman.

There were a couple of female students who were seemingly using the sex car for a similar reason to us: relief before school. Perhaps sisters or just really good friends? Either way, as they sat next to each other the studious looking girl was hammering the dildo into her partner with one hand while scrolling on her phone with the other.

Lastly an onahole woman was on board to stroke off and suckle any other man getting on the sex car. I guess there’s probably a lot more men entering than women to find strangers to fuck? It would make sense then that they’d have a designated onahole to satisfy them. The fact that it was all becoming normal in my head was really bothering me.

Makoto and I didn’t have a ton of time before we got to school, so we went at it hard and fast. I pinned her against a car door and just went to town. Her legs curled around my waist, arms around my neck, eyes glowing with hearts as we kissed and fucked intensely among our peers.

I was partly going so hard so we wouldn’t miss our stop, but it also felt like I needed to protect her. We drew a lot of attention from others, and I guess the sex car was meant to be sort of a free-for-all, so a couple girls and guys kept coming over to claim they were ‘next’ on either of us. I couldn’t just let Makoto do it with strangers because of my condition, so I just fucked her harder. Holding off my nut until just before we arrived at our stop and rushing out the door in my post nut clarity.

We still didn’t get much of an afterglow to enjoy as we walked in with our fellow students towards the gate.

However, when we turned into the nearby alleyway upon arrival I was practically tackled as soon as we turned the corner.

“Ah wait!” called out Ann, unable to stop the quicktime event.

“Master. You have arrived.” Cognitive Makoto had rushed up to me with a robotic fervour I was not expecting. Latching herself to my body like a well groomed lamprey. Her hand groping at my nuts before I could peel her off of me, “Master, you have shot two of your required four daily loads. Would you like me to assist with the final two?”

“Uhh…” I winced, peeling her off of my crotch. The girl had been clearly waiting with Ann and Haru in the alleyway for us, who both looked quite concerned at the two of us. I couldn’t even really form a sentence, my mind was too curious to look back at the non-cognitive version of this girl looking non-cognizant from shock. “Makoto?”

“...she… she really did come to the real world…” Makoto mumbled, though her clone was not even sparing her a casual glance.

“Mako-chan?” asked Haru, “Are you okay?” (glad she asked and not me.)

“...sorry, this is just a bit of a shock…” Makoto admitted, scrunching her eyes in tight as she thought about it all as we all looked on concerned. “Can we send her back?”

Ann sighed, “We asked her, but…”

“I only obey my Master’s orders.”

“Ren…”

We tried this last night, but it’s easier to just show Makoto, “I order you to return to the palace from whence you came!”

“I shall obey at the earliest convenience," said Cognitive Makoto. Not moving from her current spot.

“...and that means?”

“The Palace is currently closed for maintenance. I shall remain by your side until I can follow your orders. That way I can continue to receive new orders, such as pleasuring you sexually for your health. Would you like me to assist you now?”

“You can’t follow Ren everywhere,” Makoto quickly stepped in, “Suddenly showing up with a twin sister would raise enough questions that the police would almost certainly be called. You may not be able to go back to Sae’s Palace, but you can still sit in Mementos for all I care.”

Ann exhaled, “We tried Mementos last night too…”

“I must remain in the same world as my Master in case he requires my services.”

“That’s why we’re going to hide her in Haru’s maid collection. The limo is on its way, right?” I asked.

“Yes, but i-it’s not a maid ‘collection’...” Haru defended.

“We can’t just keep her!” Makoto growled, “If Sae finds out–or the government–then we’re doomed! They'll have to investigate her biology, whatever THAT looks like as a cognition, and it'll obviously be tied straight to me! The girl she shares a face with! She doesn’t have any form of ID, no social security number, we’re not even sure if she can age! She’s just a-a-”

“You appear to wish for me to disappear,” said Cognitive Makoto, the first time she’d acknowledged her real counterpart, “I believe you are not thinking pragmatically.”

“Wha-?! What is pragmatism going to-?!”

“Your hormone levels are increased, pheromones in the air indicate you wish to let fate decide if Master will breed you or not.” that shut Makoto up, blushing up a storm as her own face leered closer, “I may not be from this world, but I know enough of our shared history to know you have dreams and a course of life decided that pregnancy would alter. We share identical DNA, I could be a broodmare breeding stock for Master to provide you both with a child.”

“I… I…” she began, unable to come up with a response on the spot as we all stared at her. Not helped by Haru’s limo driving up to the end of the alleyway. Eventually she relented with a big sigh and a massive blush, “Just get in the limo…”

“I only-”

“Do as she says.”

With a bow, Cognitive Makoto followed my order, “Very well. I await to return to your side, Master.” and with that her and Haru walked away. Letting me and Ann comfort the disgruntled Makoto.

“Sorry, Makoto. That can’t have been easy,” I told her, rubbing her back sympathetically.

“Seriously. I cut my clone in half, so well done holding back.” agreed Ann.

Makoto took a second but seemed to calm when the limo drove away, “Thanks, you two. Knowing her origin as the way Sae sees me obviously gets under my skin, but I know that we just need to get through the Palace and she’ll probably disappear.”

Haru rejoined us as we all began hurried walking to the school gates together, “It is funny how similar you two look when she acts so differently to you, Mako-chan.”

“Yeah, they’re like Kasumi and Sumire,” I agreed.

Makoto glared at me hard enough to make me wince, “We’re not twins, Joker…”

“Yeah they have differences! I saw under her maid outfit when I was changing her into casual clothes, I think you’ve got a bigger butt than her, Makoto.” Ann grinned. I didn’t think that was helping, but Makoto’s glare did lessen at that news. “Huh. Thinking about it, do you think that’s because, like, that’s how Sae sees you? With a small butt?”

“Hmm, that would make sense. The way Sae-san's cognition views Makoto as more childish made her usually full bottom look smaller in her eyes? Maybe your cognition still has her virginity too?” added Haru as we reached the point of the walk where we needed to split up. Me and Ann going one way to our year 2 class and the other two going to the year 3 one.

“I’d believe it, I doubt Sae’s thought of me with a man like that…” said Makoto. Blushing a little before reaching over and squeezing my hand, “You know, Ren, it's not really been said properly but I’m very happy you… you know… helped me ‘graduate’ from that life.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the student council president’s nerdy vocabulary, “Oh? I helped you ‘graduate’ did I?”

“Yes, you did,” she nodded, looking touched by my touch before evolving it into a hug, “I genuinely don’t know what I would have done without you. My sister and the school were pressuring me… time really was running out for both Haru and I before you came along.”

“It really was,” nodded Haru, rushing over and giving me a hug as well. “I’m so happy you helped me graduate too, Ren. And sorry for forgetting to bring it in the last few days, I must get you to sign my V-Card soon.”

“Oh, yeah! Same...” said Ann, bonking her head lightly before joining the group, "your girlfriend can be a bit forgetful with the big stuff, Ren. I promise I'll bring my card in tomorrow."

“Yeah…” I nodded with a hum into my girlfriend’s hugs.

Chewing, chewing.

Nope. Even after crunching it mentally, that info makes no sense.

What the hell were they talking about? It… wait… I-I didn’t…

“...hey Makoto, w-we have time and y-you’d really like to explain what you meant just now, right?”

She smiled, like I’d touched her heart for being able to read her mind, “Of course! I was just thanking you for signing my V or ‘Virginity’ Card, since obviously students require losing their virginity and becoming 'adults' before graduating.”

“Oh…” I nodded again, wielding a smile hiding a million layers of guilt, “Of course. That.”

I seriously need my tongue removed, and soon.