He goes home to a surprise

“Jeeze… I can’t believe I’m still sore…” Tanukichi mumbled to himself a few hours later as he walked down the street to his apartment complex with an unusual jerk in his gait. After finishing his shower with Ayame, he returned to his classes and went about the rest of his day normally – or, at least as normal as he could when he was kissing every woman who greeted him, openly cheating on his quizzes, and writing down the numbers of all the women who wanted to have sex with him. By the time he left for the train to take him back home, he’d gathered up a list of fifty separate women who he was now obligated to try and impregnate sometime in the future. “Most of it is from Anna, but Ayame wasn’t much better. I know she wanted to clean me, but did she have to be so… thorough?”

Tanukichi winced and gripped his sore ass as he thought back to his deep cleaning. “Well, hopefully, I’ll at least be able to relax at home… assuming Anna doesn’t break into sleep with me again, that is.”

He made it to his apartment door a few minutes later, where he opened it to find his new wives, Yua and Yuria, waiting there for him. His older wife, Yuria, was at his kitchen counter chopping meat and vegetables for a soup while Yua sat at his dinner table in front of her wrist-monitor interface, grading schoolwork from that day’s classes.

“Ah! There you are, Tanukichi! It’s so good to see you again!” Yuria put down her knife and walked over to Tanukichi to greet him with a warm hug and a loving kiss. “How was your day at college, dear?”

“It was… a little bit stressful,” Tanukichi admitted to Yuria as she held him in her arms. “But… I reintroduced Japan to the concept of sex, so… I guess that’s something at least.”

“Oh, yes! Your new wife was just telling me about that,” the black-haired woman said as she returned to preparing dinner. “To think, that’s where babies came from this whole time! If only I knew that before, I wouldn’t have needed to try those adoption agencies.”

“Heh, yeah… I guess hindsight really is 20-20.” Tanukichi rubbed the back of his head nervously as he tried his best not to feel guilty about stealing these two women from their husbands. “So, uh, what’s for dinner tonight?”

“Tonight, we’re going to have some delicious chicken soup!” Yuria replied. “I would have had it done earlier, but I didn’t expect to be feeding any extra mouths tonight.”

“Yeah, sorry about showing up unannounced like that, but I didn’t expect to marry Tanukichi today either!” Yua giggled from behind her projected computer screen. “Thanks for not calling the police on me, though.”

“Oh, it was nothing!” Yuria replied. “The next time you get a new wife, though, please call or text me to let me know, dear.”

“Right, of course!” Tanukichi replied while he silently wondered how many wives he’d end up taking on complete accident. “I’m going to go relax on my bed a little bit if you need me, okay?”

“Of course, dear – but don’t forget to do your homework,” Yua replied.

Tanukichi groaned and nodded and reached for his bedroom door. He expected it to be empty so he could rest on his bed and gather his thoughts, but instead, he opened the door to find a woman who was roughly his age midway through removing her shirt. She was wearing a Tokioka school uniform with a now-exposed blue bra underneath her shirt that clung tightly to her modest bust, and she had long black hair tied back in a ponytail, fair skin, and brown eyes that looked at Tanukichi with a shimmering curiosity.

“Oh, there you are. Tanukichi Okuma, wasn’t it?” The strange girl asked as she walked up to Tanukichi and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “It’s nice to finally meet you, dad.”

“Ah… ah… ah…” Tanukichi’s mouth hung open in shock as he kept staring at the woman. “W-who are you? What are you doing here? A-and why did you call me ‘dad’?!”

“What are you talking about, dad? It’s me; Tamaki Suzuki. Though, I guess it’s Tamaki Okuma now,” she explained as she took off her skirt and folded it on Tanukichi’s bed, shamelessly showing her naked rear to him in the process. “You married my mom, and that means that you’re my dad now, right?”

“Y-yeah, I guess that kind of makes sense,” Tanukichi admitted, his mind reeling over the fact that he was now officially a parent only a few days into his college experience. “B-but that’s no way to kiss your father! That was entirely inappropriate!”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Tamaki’s spine suddenly straightened in fright. “I didn’t just do something… immoral did I? Augh… and after I acted so good to get into Tokioka. I should probably turn myself into the morality police now.”

“Eh? N-no, you have me all wrong!” Tanukichi interrupted, desperately course-correcting. “What I meant was… uh, family members don’t normally greet each other like that, but when they do, uh… it needs to be more special!”

“Special?” Tamaki cocked her head to the side curiously. “Special how? Could you show me?”

“O-oh, yeah, totally!” Tanukichi replied, trying to sound as confident as he could. “You see, you just have to… let your parent hold you like so…” Not knowing what else to do, Tanukichi reached around Tamaki’s body, placed his hands onto her naked rear, and squeezed. “Th-this way, it’s more like a hug! Then, when our lips touch, you just open your mouth a little and…”

Tanukichi kissed his step-daughter again slipped his tongue into her mouth. He knew that he shouldn’t make this situation even more obscene, but he simply couldn’t stop himself. Once their tongues met, he began swirling his around her mouth, making her gasp and moan as her mind filled with sensations that she had never even considered before. When he finally let her go, she panting with an almost dazed look in her eyes, and her soft skin felt a few degrees warmer.

“Wow… thank you for teaching me that, dad,” Tamaki said with an involuntary blush. “I’ll be sure to greet you like that in the future.”

“R-right… it was no problem at all,” Tanukichi replied. “So, uh… was there a reason that you were getting naked in here?”

“Yeah; I always change into my casual clothes when I get home,” Tamaki replied as she put her uniform into a suitcase and put on a grey t-shirt and red shorts. “It’s more relaxing this way, and it means I won’t risk staining my uniform when I eat.”

“Oh, of course! That actually makes a lot of sense,” Tanukichi said just before a knock at the bedroom door made him jump.

“Tanukichi! Tamaki! Dinner’s ready!” Yuria announced. “Take a seat when you’re ready so we can get started.”

“Right, of course!” Tanukichi walked out of the bedroom and sat down next to each other at his dinner table, where Yuria was happily pouring four bowls of freshly made soup with bread and butter on the side. “Well, at least with two wives I don’t have to worry about cooking for myself again.”

“Itadakimasu!” The group clapped their hands together and moved to start eating, but they only got a few sips of their soup in before they were interrupted by a knock at the door.