Ren's Lasting Impacts Vol. 2

All eyes surrounded the strange maid version of our friend, who sat kneeling politely while keeping her eyes locked on me.

“Crap, she followed us through… do we put her back?” Asked Ryuji.

“She could just follow again. Besides, she seems quite focused on Ren.” said Morgana.

“We met in Shadow Sae’s office. She’s a twisted version of Makoto that is just there to help Sae and nothing more.” I sighed, remembering that in my drunken haze I had changed reality on the girl, “Her loyalty switched to me, for some reason. Maybe it was Sae closing herself off that **** Cognitive Makoto to jump ship, or just a reflection of what Sae believes is happening to real Makoto. Either way, I don’t know what to do with her.”

“I wish to stay with you, Master.”

Futaba was quick to rapidly shake her head, “No way! Sojiro would blow a fuse if you kept her at Leblanc!”

“Um, as she is a ‘maid’, she could stay with me,” Haru pointed out, “As long as I keep her away from people who may recognise her, she’d fit in with the other maids.”

“You know, sometimes I forget just how rich you are…” said Ann.

Sumire was looking at the cognition with a troubled face, “I’m a little lost by all this. Were there other versions of everyone in the casino?”

“No, only Makoto because she’s Sae’s sister. The closeness formed another version in her mind,” Morgana explained, “We’ve encountered a few of them around, but they’ve gone when the Palace disappears.”

With a nonchalant hum, Yusuke added, “Ryuji has shared a belief that they may still be out there.”

“Wah-? Dude! I said in, like, a secret way!”

“Why do you want the cognitions to still be around, Ryuji?” asked Ann, her voice dripping with venom at the implications of his beliefs.

“Don’t get full of yourself. I wasn’t clamoring to see some lame catgirl version of you.” He scoffed back, easily brushing off Ann’s anger, “I wanted to know if Robo-Haru was still out there! Can you imagine having a cool robot on the team would be!?”

Haru gave a small blush, “U-um, th-thank you?”

“Hey! We have a cool robot on the team now, apologise to Sophia!” Futaba was quick to rub my phone in Ryuji’s face.

“I am happy to be considered part of the team!”

It was Akechi’s turn to get us on track, “The rogue AI aside, Skull raises an interesting point. If cognitions can follow us away from Palaces, who knows if they jumped ship to somewhere like Mementos before they perished.”

“You really think the other cognitions may still be out there?” I asked, forgetting to catch myself before asking the question.

Morgana answered, “Certainly possible. We’ll have to thoroughly check next time we’re down there, and be careful next time we leave.”

Futaba was using her powers in the real world too to scan our sleepy student, “I have more bad news. Between the strain of nearly changing and the Palace, Makoto probably isn’t waking up anytime soon.”

“We need to get her back into her house! Sae will get too suspicious if she either doesn’t come home, or comes home ****!”

Akechi used that tone when he thought he knew more than anyone, “Well then, it seems our newest problem has just become our solution.”

We all looked at the perfectly matching version of Makoto sitting their silently. This was such a bad idea, but it was probably our only option right now…

I had to get her keys from her pocket, then bent down to her ‘twin’s’ eye level.

“Alright, Cognitive Makoto, you want to do as I say, correct?” I asked, knowing reality was barely changing after I’d already made her mine, but the nod did still reassure. “I want you to pretend to be real Makoto until you see me again. You’ll have to act like her and fool her sister, then meet up with us outside the school.”

“Of course, Master.”

With a sigh I stood up, “You don’t need… whatever. I’ll take real Makoto home with me. She’s still my girlfriend, so Sojiro won’t mind, and I’m sure no one will bother us while we travel, right?”

With a nod, Yusuke pointed out, “Someone still needs to get the cognition back to Sae’s.”

Ann gave a thumbs up, “I don’t live that far from her. I’ll get her to the apartment.”

“Then we’ll call it there for now. After this the plan revolves around getting Joker into Sae’s underwear, so we’ll need to meet up tomorrow to talk strategies with Makoto.” Morgana surmised. And with that, we all left the alleyway to head home after such a day.

Meanwhile, in the Big Bang Burger changing room.

“Phwaaaa! Nothing like taking out a work dildo after a long ass shift!” exclaimed Shelly, slamming down the long pink item on the bench as her liquids dripped down onto the wood. She’d probably ripped it out of her cunt a bit too quick, nearly reaching an orgasm that she didn’t have time for but luckily just missing that climax.

Shelly’s female coworkers were in similar states of undress around her. Each putting their own dildos in their lockers or putting their home bras on or just relaxing after such a long shift. Most of the men had gone home already, not that there were that many guys working in such a girl led industry of waitressing.

Looking over, Shelly noticed something about the item escaping the nearby gyaru girl’s crotch, “Wait, Yumi, why you got such a little dildo? Do you have a… small hole?”

“Mind your own business, Shelly.” hissed the stern and busty Akiko nearby. It looked like she was struggling to take her own work stimulator out.

Yumi just shrugged, “Nah, it’s like fine~ I like em’ little plastics, that’s all~”

“Why? You got a fetish?”

Akiko looked more annoyed than anyone, “Shelly, drop it. Dildos are regulation to stimulate us and keep us focused. How Yumi achieves that is up to her.”

“Opposite, girl~” Yumi grinned wickedly, both ignoring and reaching over to help Akiko with her dildo excavation, “Pussies got a memory for what’s been in them. You give em something small, they’ll chew down, and then when I get a real piece of meat in there… it’s like I’m a virgin, stretching me out all over again~”

“NAAHH!” Akiko gasped out as the assistance–after hours of edging–was too much for her. Her huge tits jumping around from the violent pleasure shocks. She always seemed to stay at least five extra minutes at work to ride her climax, squirting more juices for the janitor’s to clean.

“That’s so clever!” said Shelly. Though there was a noticeable blush on her face, “I… I haven’t actually had anything ‘real’ in there…”

“You’ll find someone~ dw girl~” Yumi hummed, licking her hand of Akiko’s juices, “You’re the company escort this month, right?”

With a frustrated grunt, Shelly threw her dildo into her locker and slammed it shut, “Yeah, but only losers ever come in to rent me! The cute guys just don’t call…” She sighed, remembering that one curly haired boy and feeling disappointed he never followed up. “Oh, right, you just reminded me I have to go on a date with a dude tonight. Says he’s the manager to the Phantom Thieves, at least his lies may be a laugh.”

“HaaaA! Fuuuucckk!!!” Akiko continued to groan.

Yumi adjusted her casual top so her modest nipples poked through the holes, then threw her bag over her shoulder to start walking out with Shelly, “Later Kiko~ Maybe he can set you up with a hottie from the Thieves~?”

“Don’t get my hopes-”

“Shelly! Yumi! Before you go! You have to try this new cum flavour!”

Ruka looked even more disheveled than usual. Her short black hair looked sweaty and matted against her head, like she’d spent the time they were changing just going for a run. It was true that a new product had come in. A guy had come in to input the genetic code for ‘RenSperm’, another flavour for the artificial sperm machine they had for girls to enjoy. No one had ordered it yet, but Ruka was curious since apparently this had come from Ms. Okumura herself.

Two little shot glasses of cum were offered to the girls.

“Sure~” shrugged Yumi, taking the left cup.

Shelly however shook her head, trying to get past the girl. “I gotta go on a d-”

“Oh, right, yeah, I understand.” Ruka nodded, reaching past her to fill up the cup just a little more from the dispenser until it was brimming (making sure to not look at the cup herself).

With a begrudged sigh, she swiped the cup. Knowing that physiology made that overflowing semen sauce look too tempting to deny, “You bitch.”

Down the hatch, quick and simple. She was still on the clock until she finished her evening date with…

…

“Holy fuck, that’s good jizz.”

“RIGHT?!” exclaimed Ruka, already pouring herself out another one. “I’ve had like nine shots of it already. It’s so fucking thick, sweet, and warm~ probably didn’t help I was ‘gasming after number four…”

Yumi had savoured hers more, her gyaru tongue flicking the bottom of the glass to really enjoy every drop, “Mm~ This Ren guy must have a nice set a balls~”

“Where do you think she found him? Do you think she’s dating him?” asked Ruka, looking a little invested in finding out

Shelly rolled her eyes, “Ugh, probably. Rich bitches get all the fun.”

“Oh, hey, welcome Ms. Okumura~” waved Yumi towards the door, making Shelly freak out and spin immediately to see an empty glass window.

“Screw you.” She huffed angrily, stomping towards the entrance to finally leave work, “And stop drinking that, Ruka. Save some of the sauce for customers.”

“But it’s so good!”

With Shelly gone, Yumi once more shrugged towards the sulking Ruka. “Let’s just say the machine is broken tomorrow and enjoy ourselves tonight~”

“Hi, I’m YourWeeklyGeek, and we’re here at Anirevo Toronto! A wonderful booming event, full of all kinds of vendors, cosplayers, and big name talent to chat to! No matter where you look, you can find smiling faces of happy nerds!”

“But today, we’re not going to interview any run-of-the-mill Ryan Reynolds or Tara Strong. We’re going behind the scenes, to a new feature of Anirevo… a controversial one, but something that embraces the true culture of Japan: The Onahole Street.”

“As you can see, the ladies are all prepped and ready to go. Only their rears are viewable to the public to make sure their anonymity is kept secret. Two rows of five peaches, a baker’s dozen of butts! With a sixth slot available to any guy or gal wanting their chance to learn the amazing world of Japanese Onaholing.”

“Don’t worry fellow geeks! They’re all still in cosplay!”

“Onahole jobs are not just limited to companies looking to relieve their staff’s woes. Some Onaholes are hired by event companies to serve as a way to keep sexual misconduct to a minimum.”

“Behind the stage, we’ve managed to snag an interview with one cosplay star that doesn’t mind being on camera! Can you tell me who you’re dressed as today, ma’am.”

“Yeah sure! I thought I’d go with classic Mai Shiranui from Fatal Fury.”

“A lovely pick, I must say. Now, do you mind telling me why you’ve decided to get into the Onahole industry?”

“So, like, there were a bunch of decisions to get me here. I didn’t just jump in cause I wanted some cheap slutty fun. Like, I know there’s a lot of stigma around this stuff, since it’s not that far away from being an escort, but it’s more than that. We’re getting involved in Japanese courtesan culture that has become a part of their way of life. And we’re treated super good. See how many pillows, blankets, and tissues I got? Not only that, we get to do whatever we want with our hands! All the sex really helps with concentration. The Zelda nearby is typing out her dissertation, and the Aqua is knitting another cosplay for tomorrow, all while we get paid hella good money. I don’t want to oversell it, but we get paid per nut. Not hourly, literally per condom.”

“That must really add up.”

“Oh it does. The company knows a big portion of attendees are just here for us. But like, you know how sexual **** cases are way down in conventions that implement Onaholes? We’re providing a service to protect girls, since guys are way less likely to get handsy when they know there’s a place they’re allowed to do it.”

“Makes sense to me. Any closing statements before the floodgates open?”

“Yeah, make Onaholes worldwide already! Don’t judge us before you give us a chance! All ladies love sex, so why not let us get ahead while bringing unity to the workplace? And-OHMPH! ”

“Ohp, sounds like your first customer is already in. I’ll let you go, ‘Mai’.”

“Ahn! Ahn! B-bye! Oohh~”

“There we have it. I hope this interview helps those out there with any doubts. I’m raising my voice only because it’s difficult to talk over the sounds of hard working slaps and plaps of the Onaholes! So I’ll leave it there, and go ahead to get in the line for Satsuki Kiryuin before it becomes too long! This is YourWeeklyGeek signing out!”

Chihaya’s heartbeat was racing.

They were definitely following her.

It had felt like eyes were on her all day. She’d ignored it, but now she regretted not taking a safer route home.

She tried not to look behind herself too much. Five of them, maybe.

How many side routes had she taken trying to shake them?

This part of town didn’t even look familiar anymore, but her feet were moving too fast to care.

It was too late in the night to even hope for bystanders to be around and save her.

Disgruntled customers? Maybe.

She’d stopped selling the salt crystals, but those she’d scammed were still out there.

“Boo.”

“HEL-!”

Chihaya’s back was against the wall before she could blink. Hand around her mouth, horrible overweight body pressing against her own, completely pinning her next to the dumpster. Even if she struggled against this one, the other four that quickly surrounded her would easily get her again.

“Sshhh.” He hissed, using his free hand to move the tussled hair from her face, “We just wanna help you concentrate, cutie.”

“Blondie’s hot!”

“You really walk around at night in only panties?”

“Clearly wants us to get on with it already!”

“Police are already on their way.”

As Chihaya was begging to whichever god would listen–hoping that these cancers on society could be prayed away as easily as real cancer–a voice cut through the men’s horrible ****.

They all turned to the dark street where a lone figure stood.

Not the tallest, not the buffest, clearly fairly young to be taking on five grown men, but still standing defiantly all the same. Confidently gripping a metal pipe like a samurai sword.

It wasn’t a silhouette she recognised, but Chihaya would take anything she could get.

“What you say, punk?”

“Let the lady go. I’ll play with you shits until the cops get here.” He growled, getting more into a batters stance.

The men weren’t biting, just brushing “He’s just some dumb kid playing superhero.”

“Buzz off before you get hurt.” said the one goon casually striding towards him.

Chihaya knew it was selfish, but really hoped that wouldn’t be enough to scare him off. She didn’t want this good samaritan hurt, but hope for her was fading fast… luckily he didn’t back down. “Clearly your dumbass mamas didn’t raise you good enough, but I’ll school you effin plenty.”

“The fuck you say about-

“MRAOOWWW!!”

The goon hadn’t expected his leg to be suddenly and violently attacked by four sets of claws and teeth at once. “EY! WHAT THE FUCK?! AGH! GET-!”

He didn’t even have the chance to kick the cat on his leg, as his stomach was violently slammed by a metal pipe.

As he toppled, the other goons reacted with shock. The head yelled something about getting him, but was cut off by Chihaya using the confusion to grab the pepper spray in her purse and spray him with the full barrel of mace.

“AAGGH! YOU FFFU-!”

The goons had run off, leaving a perfect line for her saviour to run up, throw her attacker against the opposite wall, then punch him in the face. He crumpled, not **** but clearly nursing his aching eyes and jaw.

A hand suddenly jutted out towards Chihaya.

“Let’s go!” The blonde man insisted.

“B-but the poli-”

“I made that up! We run before they come back!”

The bizarrely familiar looking black cat had jumped onto the man’s shoulder. If that wasn’t a sign to go with him, she didn’t know what else would be. Without any qualms being rescued, the pair rushed down the street away from the wounded assaulters.

“My mom’s place is this way!”

“Meow.”

“Shut up, ya damn cat!”

Not even the way he yelled at his cat didn’t deter her swell of feelings.

To put himself in harm’s way for a stranger. To place her protection above all sense. His strength, his will, and the way his firm hand kept hers tightly in her own the entire time.

Chihaya’s heartbeat was racing.

Deep in the pacific northwest of the American highlands, the night was beginning to pack up shop. Closing down it’s embrace on the sky as sunbeams hit ridge, foliage, and worm eating birds.

Yet Carlie stayed asleep, feeling none of the warmth from the great ball of fire, as her face stayed in darkness.

She’d come looking for a single photo. The proof she had wanted for years. But she remained in the dark figuratively and literally as a huge mound of fur almost sassily squatted right in the way of the sun.

The big hairy beast tilted his head left.

Then right.

Soft grunting escaped his lips as he stared at the woman’s sleeping form. Her body leaning all the way back in her camping chair, her camera lazily pointing at a nearby tent, but none of that truly interested the giant hairball.

He reached down and poked at her sleeping nipple. Then flicked it. Then one last poke.

He nodded and she groaned a little in her sleep from the sudden early morning stimulation.

Satisfied, he left the sleeping traveller.

Carlie was hit by the full burst of the sun, hissing in pain from the eye strain, only getting the cognition to hear the thundering footsteps as they were barely out of earshot.

She’d try to chase him down, but to no avail. Only a half press of her camera when she had awoken had managed to capture anything.

A blurry photo of Bigfoot as he walked back into the mountains.

“I just worry… about both of them, really.”

Tae Takemi nodded sympathetically, though her patience was running a little thin. “You know, I’m not really this type of doctor.”

“On one hand, I'm worried about Futaba getting into a relationship so soon after starting to overcome her shut-in trauma. On the other hand, I couldn't ask for a more trustworthy partner for her than Ren… even if I instinctively feel weird about it.”

She smiled at the older gentleman’s genuine concern, “You’ve raised them both well. Ren is a good man. And Futaba has stayed healthy in your care, somehow in spite of my constant wishes for her to receive more sunlight.”

“I swear I don’t know how she keeps getting these vitamin D supplements shipped to us…” He mumbled under his breath through a long sigh, “Thank you, doctor. I know this is late for you to see me.”

“That’s alright, Mr Sakura. I actually hoped you’d come in today. My recent encounters with Mr. Amamiya have brought some things to light that I’d like to discuss with you.” Her body turned, grabbing her clipboard of notes she’d taken and making the pit in Sojiro’s stomach grow. Catching the tension, she quickly alleviated it. “Nothing serious, don’t worry. His semen charts are staying constant now. Between your daughter, his other girlfriends, myself, and the teachers I’ve informed, I’d say he’s safe unless he dips below the four a day quota. Together we’ll keep him safe.”

“Good to hear.”

“I just wanted to make sure he’s had ‘the talk’.”

Sojiro paused. Long and hard, really trying to parse the true meaning of what she was talking about.

“With all due respect. At this point, I think that talk is a little meaningless, doc. Fairly certain at least one of the girls he’s brought home has let fate shift…”

Tae had an excellent poker face, noting that someone in Ren’s circle other than her was most likely pregnant now. She nodded gracefully, “Of course. I did not mean anything simple as pregnancy. My question pertains to how he treats the women he’s with. If he’s aware of the differences between a man and a woman when they climax, for example.”

“Oh. I see. Giving the little upstart some ‘sex tips’,” He chuckled, taking the chance to clean his glasses while shaking his head, “I suppose I should make sure he isn’t trying to do anything with those young girls going through their funky five minutes. Or making sure he knows how girls ‘get lucky’ when they want a baby. Courtesy for ladies doesn’t always come naturally.”

“Precisely. Though, I will say that recent studies have shown that the ‘fate’ women talk about is actually a form of self ovulation that can happen during sex. A woman’s desire for children can lower the womb, increasing their pleasure and preparing an egg for fertilization in such a miraculous way that some claim it to be the work of Gods.” The doctor in her felt the need to correct him, then shook her head, “But that’s beside the point, I just want to make sure everyone who helps him is safe in his hands.”

Admittedly she had no qualms with Ren so far, but no reason not to see if he can climb even higher while being smart about it.

“Well, I’m no stranger to getting down with more than one girl, I suppose I can make sure he’s treating them well.” Sojiro softly boasted, “Maybe it’s even time for me to start looking around again. The amount of hentai we pile up in the shop has brought in some… interesting young women.”

“I’m sure Ren will listen to you. And I wish you luck in finding a new partner. Hopefully she doesn’t mind being a grandmother to Futaba and Ren’s-”

Sojiro had stood up to leave, but snapped quick when he heard Tae’s words, “Don’t go there yet. I told that girl, no babies until they both have jobs.”

“Of course. Thank you for coming, Mr. Sakura.”

Tae did fail to tell Sojiro that Futaba had walked in the other day to ‘recruit’ her to Ren’s harem… and she’d said yes.

“You threatened a blonde woman tonight, didn’t you?!”

“I ain’t saying shit, Coppah!”

“Oh you’ll talk… even if I have use my most brutal method to interrogate it out of you!”

“Wait, don’t do it, partner!” The ‘good’ cop insisted, “This guy wants to talk, right?”

“Fuck off!”

With a sigh, ‘good’ cop gave up. Nodding to ‘bad’ cop who stomped his heavy boots over to the nearby couch and sat on it.

The third silent policeman grabbed the assailant and pushed him towards the man. Forcing him to sit next to him before making the crook lie down with his head on bad cops lap.

“Now talk!”

“N-never!”

“We have eyewitness testimony, and your goons are taking plea deals!”

“Give his hair a stroke, partner!”

Through gritted teeth, the crook felt every caring stroke of the seasoned interrogator’s hand. He tried to resist, but after the third tussle of his matted locks he broke. “Alright, I’ll talk! I did it! I was the mastermind! I just got too damn horny today!”

Tormenting him with one last hair stroke, the ‘bad’ cop hissed down at him. “You’re going away for a long time, creep. Take him away.”

She’d definitely come home. Sae had heard the door open, a few quiet footsteps, and then Makoto’s bedroom door close.

Should Sae confront her on the lateness home? Makoto did warn of such an event. Spending her nights with her friends. With… him. Yet doubt plagued her heart. She had failed to be the responsible sister that always kept tabs on Makoto for a year now. Her job had enveloped her. Consumed her mind’s eye. How could Sae really **** a curfew when she didn’t **** it upon herself? Staying late, working cases. Makoto is an adult now after all…

Ultimately, Sae’s guilt was winning. Guilt at slipping and making Makoto suffer through her condition with her in a moment of mistimed judgement.

Her mind’s eye wasn’t focused on work anymore. Ren Amamiya had completely stolen that attention now.

It was exhausting. She used to be able to keep her pussy stimulated for hours for focus, staying professional even when forcing a perp to spill his guts on her lap. But that happened only because her orgasms could become background noise. Detached thrills to keep her mind grinding away at the climb through life.

Yet now? Every time she came she could see him. The flash of his face close to hers, the dream of his body close to her own.

It made orgasming so much more… potent. She would self stimulate in the court, only tweaking her nipples during the defence’s statements, try to keep everything in her mind relevant to prosecuting, only to require a five minute recess when that pussy pulse became too much.

And then she really fucked up. During the closing statements today, she’d been reaching her peak yet again… and reached out for help. For a sister to share the load.

Makoto had been nowhere near her, yet she’d made both of their cunts climax.

Had she been with Ren? Had she been walking home? Was she still safe? It was so irresponsible… yet Sae had been able to save herself in the moment. Racing home, hoping to find Makoto there, only to have to wait another hour before she’d come home.

Now with the relief of her safety, Sae felt too guilty to do anything but remain in her room.

They needed to talk, to clear the air… Makoto could be rightfully furious with her. Sae wasn’t scared of her, but to face your faults when you’re supposed to be more responsible… these thoughts just kept swirling around her head over and over again.

Maybe she’d be willing to talk in the morning.

“Sir, I think you should see this.”

“What is it?”

“This jism that Ms. Okumura brought us. I’ve been running tests…”

“Oh yes, ‘RenSperm’ wasn’t it? That new flavour has increased our sales ten fold!”

“Yes… but I think I’ve finally found the reason for the taste… and the results will shock you.”

“Out with it man! It isn’t poisonous, is it?”

“Far from it. This semen is actually healthier than any other I’ve seen, there’s a significant increase of Vitamin A, C, and E in the seminal fluid. It is so fruity, a cup could be considered one of your five a day.”

“Okay? Apart from being a great marketing tag, so what? Did he eat some pineapple before she collected the sample?”

“Close, but no. The fruit is unlike any other on Earth. It took a lot of searching, I had to go down to the molecular level… but what I found was this.”

“An… apple?”

“Again, no. Stashed away in this man’s semen is something I’ve seen before… because this fruit has the exact same design as the Wumpa Fruit from Crash Bandicoot for PlayStation.”

“...a fake fruit from a video game?”

“The evidence is right there! You have to believe me!”

“No I don’t. I need to confiscate your microscope and **** you to take a holiday for a week. You’ve clearly been working too damn hard you’re going crazy.”

“...fine. Maybe I will. But please tell this ‘Ren’ about the Wumpas!”

“No.”

“And this is the company Onahole. Use her to relieve yourself if it gets too much for you.”

Kevin couldn’t hide his gasp. He tried to cover it with a cough, and while the portly man beside him seemed to buy it, the woman he’d gasped at definitely heard.

Adjusting his waistband, the portly man started waltzing away, “And with that, your tour is complete. I’ll guide you to your desk so you can start-”

“W-wait!” Kevin exclaimed, rushing over to his new boss to start whispering in harsh tones, “She can’t actually… really?!”

“Ah yes, I forgot you’re a foreign buck.” Tutted the moustached gentleman to the scrappy young man, “Here in Japan, an Onahole is just a part of the company. She can provide many services for you, as you can see from the stack of Hentai she is currently reading.”

“Yes-no-I know how it works. I’m just… she’s really…” He glanced back over at the smiling woman in her chair. She gave him a wave and he couldn’t stop his blush deepening. “I always assumed Onaholes were just the last dregs of society kind of people.”

More tutting as the older man shook his head, “No, no, no. Rumours from other countries that do not understand our culture. We do all we can to provide the cleanest and well respected Onaholes. With all the benefits they get, they’re perhaps the healthiest member we have on staff!”

As the man continued to list off her achievements, Kevin’s ears lost the blood needed to function. He couldn’t stop staring at her now. She was, for all intents and purposes, a MILF. The tallest woman he’d ever seen, with huge breasts that hung braless in her soft yellow cardigan. The areola that poked through were wide, yet so hot at the same time. Pitch black hair that lightly covered her eyes and rolled down her shoulder in impressively cute curls. That mix of librarian, mother, and your favourite teacher. She wouldn’t stop smiling warmly at Kevin, and he wanted nothing more than to be interrogated for hours on her lap.

“The only rule with Onaholes is that you cannot fall in love. They are experts at their craft, and their private lives are their own. No exceptions, young one!”

Kevin gulped.

Too late.

“If you really can’t wait, then you are permitted a twenty minute Onahole break per day. But I expect to see you at your desk post haste afterwards!” He ordered while walking away again, “Otherwise you won’t make it through your first day!”

After watching the portly fellow walk away, Kevin felt like he was at a crossroads.

He really hadn’t expected to be having sex today at all. But now his crotch felt too hard to bear sitting down and typing away numbers when the offer had been dealt. But he couldn’t really just go over there and fuck her, could he? But he’d been given permission, and it felt rude now to ignore. But only twenty minutes. But-

Butt.

“I’m ready~” She called out, bent over her chair with completely bare ass ready to be spanked, fucked, licked, loved, and E: all of the above. “You have little time, right? Come over honey, I want to welcome you properly!”

…yeah, he caved instantly.

In only a few minutes, Kevin was rubbing his face into her back with pure happiness in his heart. His hips going crazy in this beautifully tall woman’s vast peach that seemed to hug him as tightly as he rammed up her cunt. All while groping those impossibly big melons, hearing such delicious moans, and smelling her sweet sweat waft through his senses.

Many of his new coworkers passed by the man’s first time, yet he had long stopped caring. No amount of feminine titters or male thumbs up would deter him from enjoying this sultry Onahole for all he could. If he was unemployed again, if his work visa kicked him out the country, this moment would be totally worth it.

“Mm, so big~ Ahn! Such wonderful vigor, I’m sure you’ll do amazing here! I hope you consider using me again!”

…well, now he had to stay.

All bets were off as he raced to nut in this lovely girl. His cum couldn’t come quick enough, he had to get back to his desk and get to work!

How else would the forbidden romance bloom lest he work every day to cultivate it?

I kept Makoto on a piggy back ride the whole way home. It was a little tough, but leaning on the train did help. Plus I already changed reality to make sure I’d be unbothered.

Though this caused a different issue… now that I have some time to think and digest information… it was really difficult not to notice the new nipple trend on my way home.

Every.

Single.

Woman.

All of them had their nipples out to some degree. The train car was full of them, the walk to Leblanc

Oh the areolas I’ve seen on this one journey home! From budding a-cups to the jiggliest of gs. And, like, you start to notice tits more in times like this… you get me? Not that anyone other than me is experiencing this, hell even the men around the women seemed rather banally uninterested in the nipple-palooza I was experiencing. I guess when you’ve been around them all your life they lose their luster a smidge?

But yeah, I was noticing boobs more as I made my way home. Crazy, I know. You see a slightly pudgy blonde girl with some packed in chest puppies… normal day, you just take a quick glance at her chest and think ‘nice’. But when you can see the nips, when she’s cut out love heart holes in her jumper and bra to show exactly how her chest bounces with her breathing, nipples pointed so hard outwards… you tend to notice the boobs. I’m telling ya. My mind just visualised their fullness, their heft, the shape, the way they could feel around my dick, all from just giving me that little heart shaped opening on her top.

She was far from the only one. A taller woman, looks like she’s from India or something, so business focused in her attire yet holes in her pure white shirt to let those wind chilled bumps free. The gyaru around my age who was so stylishly minded she had decorated her bosoms a little bit extra with some glittery nips. Even the goth girl had cut out specific teardrop shapes for her piercings to shine through.

There were even some girls with their whole bazooms out. Some just… topless! I guess when you’re at the point where nipples are considered less taboo then why worry that much about hiding tits at all? Or they just hate cloth on their nipples so much they’d rather risk looking bizarre.

You ever just sit and look up at clouds? It felt a little like that. So many different areolas… some chests just had the cutest little bumps poking through, but then there’s those ones that are so thick they look like an extra part of the boob that you could latch your whole mouth onto. I wonder how sensitive they are now? One smart business lady sitting next to me on the train was doing a Wordle, struggled to think, then started pulling on her nip to help. Moaning out little cute sounds before she got the answer she was looking for.

My staring got so bad that I think people started to notice me and think I was a creep, so after a while I just looked out the window and kept quiet.

When I got home, after giving a brief explanation to Sojiro and putting Makoto in my bed, I had to check the internet.

Too many questions were surging through me not to do a little bit of investigation before bed.

Like, how do bras work now? As you’d expect, mostly the same but with a hole in the cloth for the nipple. Some designs went for a circular pattern, others went for a general split from top of the cup to bottom, and there were even services offering ‘custom nipple hole placements’.

The wildest part was an extra adhesive you can add to stick around the areola. Sports bras, for example, now had the stick recommended since the women whose tits would jump around as they run had the higher risk of nipple touching cloth as they bounded about. With the adhesive their boobs stayed supported with no problems of accidental rubbing.

After my bra deep dive, I also wanted to see how far reaching this change was. Obviously it was everyone, but only when you look online can you really see the damage done by one idiot’s words. All one had to do was type in ‘pictures of women’ to see.

Shutterstock images of women looking generically happy, politicians making speeches, olympic athletes, fuck… I now know what the Mona Lisa’s nipples look like.

Feather Pink? Yep. The rangers all had their full breasts pressed tightly into their latex suits with different cut out nipple designs for the actresses as they jumped around fighting evil. Idols as well, Risette’s never looked happier dancing on stage with her aching areola exposed to the world.

I couldn’t stop Googling other random fictional women to stare at their tits. Nami’s huge gazongas (I had to read the new chapter anyway), VTubers with their thickly designed models, Tifa Lockhart’s rising uppercut while staring at those rosy pink points, a full parade of Disney Princesses and their royal chests on display, She-Hulk’s thick green sunken nips as she walked around with no top on at all, Jessie from Team Rocket had incorporated hers into the R logo, Erza Scarlet, Marge Simpson, Tsunade, Samus Aran, Darkness, Rouge the Bat, Wonder Woman… yeah, I went a bit crazy with image searches.

The only exceptions were anyone under 18 and the occasional health hazard that required some level of protection over the nipple. Like chefs or anyone in a wintery location. There were little black suction cup things you could wear over the areola that wouldn’t touch but would protect. I guess women don’t wanna wear them as regular clothing items. Kinda like wearing a face mask; you do it because you need to rather than really want to.

It was a lot. And I knew I had to make some changes just to balance out this karmic bullshit I’d enacted.

“Okay… girls are using bras less… so isn’t it right that no matter how heavy tits get that they don’t get back pain from them? In fact, let’s just ask the real questions, aren’t human backs really resilient to pain, wear, and tear? Like they’re the least likely thing to be in pain unless something is really wrong?” There. Let’s give everyone a win for once. Back pain sucks.

“...mm… yes…” Mumbled Makoto, and I realised she was the only one around to even use my power on. Sophia and Futaba are sharing their first ever sleepover, so I don’t have anyone to bounce off of. I also already lost my last chance smut robot, but I’ve had plenty of sex today to not need a discharge.

In fact, I just realised, I get to just… sleep with one of my girlfriends.

Is it weird to be really excited to just hold Makoto in my arms while I sleep?

So much of the steps of having girlfriends have been skipped. The small moments of intimacy, yet right now it’s silent in the attic and my heart is pounding. I spedran putting my pajamas on in a flash, and brushed my teeth as clean as clean could be in case Makoto woke up. Then, making sure to not disturb her, curled up beside her sleeping form and gave her a hug.

Her delicate, perfect face. So pristine and calm, so close to my own.

Then she nuzzled into my chest.

I quickly rotated my hips to avoid letting her touch my erect pole. Yes I got a boner, moments like this are exciting too dammit! It’s going to make sleeping tricky as fuck, but right now I just got to enjoy the quiet of her breathing, the warmth of her body, and the smell of her hair.

It’d be probably an hour before I actually fell asleep, yet I enjoyed every moment of it.