Who needs pants?

The three girls rushed John into an alley where they could plan on how to get him back to the kingdom. Idena, in her hysterical state, argued that they should just carry John all the way home. Mikuru was quick to point out that there was no way the three of them could carry John the distance without attracting unwanted attention, including the police. Idena huffed and puffed but eventually relented when she realized the wisest of them was correct. The twins, however, had more plausible ideas.

“What if we make a suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper long barrier from here to his house? That should allow us to go from here to there without any police or stuff!” said a smiling Miho, proud of her idea, Idena agreeing with her favorite of John’s subjects.

“That is almost as bad, if not worse than Idena’s,” the older sister informed her younger sibling. Miho and Idena’s faces dropped at the discouraging news.
“But…why?!” Miho demanded to know.

“Because if we make a barrier that large, it is certain to draw attention from the Cabal, the Order, Wentworth, or the Academy, none of which we want to deal with at this particular time.

“Ashcroft Academy? How’d they know? You already send Wentworth,” a confused Miho informed her sister, who let out a sigh before responding.

“Do you not research where we are going? There is also Firesmith Academy here. It’s on the opposite side of town from Ashcroft, so the mages from both areas don’t interact that often. Either way, most of those groups would not be happy to see us, so that idea is also out,” said Mikuru, who gave her sister a hug to comfort Miho as she was saddened by her failed idea. Idena hugged her from behind, her generous boobs pushed into Miho’s back while Idena nuzzled her neck, which brought a smile to Miho’s face. Mikuru finished up by planting a loving kiss on her sister’s lips, which she gladly accepted.

“Thanks, I love you both,” Miho said in the most sincere voice she had, right before she gave them each a peck on the cheek.

“But that does give me an idea,” Mikuru started, “We need some pants for John. Miho, do you think you can go acquire some real quick?” Mikuru asked her younger sister. The girl got a mischievous smile on her face before she nodded and happily skipped off to complete her task. Mikuru, meanwhile, made her way to John, who had been resting along the side of a building in the alley. “John, can you hear me?” she asked, concerned about her king’s health.

“Mi-Mikuru? Yeah, I can hear you,” he weakly replied, his body still in pain from the thorough beating he had taken.

“John, can you equip your fighting gear? It’s the only way we can get you to your house safely,” Mikuru told the young mage. He weakly nodded as he brought up his inventory screen and equipped his fighting gear. It took John what seemed like 10 minutes to put on all his gear, as he slowly dragged it from the inventory screen to his character screen. The girls were happy to see his armor slowly cover his body, Mikuru’s plan one step closer to actual working. No sooner had John finished dressing himself did Miho come back, with a wide grin on her face and a pair of pants that were a few sizes too big in her right hand.

“I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!” she announced as she got closer and saw John had his armor on. “Ooooooh, that’s your plan? Drunk cosplayer? I like it!”

“I’m glad you do, now let’s hurry and get his pants on,” Mikuru said as the three girls worked to put the pants on John. As they finished they heard footsteps that indicated someone was nearby. Mikuru looked at Miho, who had a worried look on her face. “Miho?” a stern Mikuru asked.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeees?” she asked, as she cocked her head to the side and batted her eyelashes in an attempt to be cute.

“Miho?” repeated her sister, more forceful this time.

“Ugh, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I may have told a random dude I’d fuck him, flashed him my ass, and when he took his pants all the way off I grabbed his pants and ran! Are you happy now?!”

“No, but at least you only told me after two times. That’s a new record for you,” Mikuru said as she approached the entrance of the alley just in time to see an overweight man in white underwear come around the corner.

“You bitch! Where are my pants?!” he demanded to know. Mikuru replied with a punch that connected with his jaw. The man crumpled like a piece of paper, splayed out across the alleyway. Mikuru made her way back to John and the girls where, after reaching into the back pocket of the pants, found a wallet belonging to the now **** man. She took out enough money to cover the cost of the bus fare and dropped the wallet onto the man as the four made their way to the bus stop.

They got quite a few weird looks from the bus driver and the passengers, but as far as the driver was concerned, as long as they paid to get on the bus, passengers were allowed to do whatever freaky kink stuff they liked in their spare time. They made their way to the back of the bus in a hurry, much to the annoyance of people whose feet were in the aisle. Although, John and the twins did agree that they deserved it for being rude enough to even put their feet in the aisle to begin with.

“I hope I broke someone’s toe, god damn assholes putting their feet in the aisle!” complained Miho as she sat with John’s head on her lap, gently stroking his head. “I mean, really, who does that?”

“Enough, Miho. We need to figure out what happened. That woman had incredibly powerful magic. She was not only able to trap all three of us into cards but was somehow able to do this much damage to John, who has powers nobody has seen ever. He’s going to be mad when he wakes up and will want ****. We should get him back to his house and in bed, then begin a search for who that lady was and what she wanted. Hopefully John can give us some more information when he wakes up,” Mikuru informed the girls, who all nodded in agreement. The mysterious lady was a threat to them and John, and they had to neutralize her before she decided to neutralize them first. The three sat in silence the rest of the bus ride home, each reflecting on what had happened. All three mad at themselves for how easily they were neutralized, for allowing John to be so easily and badly beaten. **** burned in all their hearts, and they would get their ****, no matter what.