Royal Treatment (Part 1)

Nothing else really happened until that last bell rang. Class was class, a fairly dull affair about historical 90s politics, broken up slightly when the teacher explained a few of the hentai mangas based on the events of the time. Honestly, some of the themes for the Ghost in the Shell ones sound kinda interesting. It’s just harder to concentrate on class when my mind is swimming in regrets and lewd images of what I’ve lived through the last few days.

After everyone started packing up, Ann gave me a peck on the cheek and bid me adieu. She said she had a date with Shiho, and was excited to go see her friend again. I tried not to think about what she’d asked me before when waving her off, and luckily I was able to change mental topics when I saw my other class friend still sitting at his desk.

I already knew what was on his mind, and I walked over to give him a pat on the shoulder, “Hey, good luck with Chihaya today, Ryuji.”

“Ah!” he slightly jumped, being so lost in his thoughts I doubt he even realised class was over. After a second to think and look around he stood up while grabbing his bag, “Thanks, dude! I’ve never been a bodyguard before, shit probably won’t go down two days in a row, right?”

“Unless those guys you beat up yesterday come find you again,” said Morgana from Ryuji’s bag.

Ryuji gave a panicked look, “F’real?! That could happen?!”

“I’m sure they’d never approach you again, and are probably pissing in their pants right now at even the thought of messing with the great Ryuji or his woman, right?” I asked. It’s a weird thought knowing I just made several men urinate… but also, fuck them for threatening Ryuji and Chihaya.

“Shit, doubt it but I hope so,” Ryuji chuckled, scratching his hair with that loveable smile of his. “Still, I’m also nervous cause of like… Chihaya, ya know? Like, she already offered to help me graduate when I saved her… do you think she’s still going to be, you know, ‘into’ me if I just stand around all night?”

“You’re overthinking this,” me and Morgana said simultaneously.

He grimaced at both of us, “Great. Thanks for the advice, jerks. Not all of us can snag a bunch of hotties, okay?!”

Oh how wrong he shall become. I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled, “You got this, dude. She wanted you to be her bodyguard for a reason. You’re strong, kind, and reliable. Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.”

While sucking in his lips, he gave me a look that said ‘I really appreciate that but don’t know how to take compliments very well’. “Uhh, yeah. Sure. Thanks dude…?”

“That’s our leader. Always knowing just how to bolster his troops,” Morgana praised, not exactly taking the chance to dogpile Ryuji with compliments. “What about me? Do you think I’ll get a girlfriend soon?”

Ryuji chuckled, “I told you, my neighbour’s cat-”

“I’m not a cat!” Morgana hissed, “Joker! You still have to find me someone as perfect as Lady Ann!”

“Did you say ‘purrfect’?” I teased.

“Gah! So what if I did?!” he snarled, which caused both me and Ryuji to laugh. “Whatever. Let’s go, Skull. Our bodyguard job awaits.”

“Mm. Later dude!” said Ryuji, picking up his bag and waving as he left the room. I was just deciding what to do with my evening when I felt a buzz from my phone.

Half expecting it to be Benzaiten throwing another challenge at me or something, I opened up the message from the unknown number expecting the worst.

Hoo boy, was it far from the worst.

The first message was simple, just a link to a secure file transfer. Below it the text read:

Hello Amamiya,
I secured your number from the school records. Please watch and respond to my message as soon as you read this.
From,
Mitsuru Kirijo>

My heart hammered against my ribs as I tapped the link. The file downloaded quickly, a high-resolution video titled simply 'Dance.MOV'.

I hurried out of the room to find a secure location to watch, it was tough with everyone leaving school right now, so I ultimately landed on the men’s bathroom stall. Clutching phone in hand while the video began to play.

The video opened with where I left her, the interior of the principal’s office, seemingly Haru-less. The camera, likely set up on her desk, was perfectly framed capturing the space in front of her doorway and between the imposing bookshelves. Mitsuru stood in the center of the frame, her back to the camera. She was jacketless but wearing the same bodysuit from our encounter, the dark material clinging to every curve like a second skin. For a moment, she was perfectly still, a statue of crimson and white against the dark wood of her office.

Then, the music began. It wasn't a pop song or anything modern. It was a classical piece, a sweeping, melancholic violin concerto that spoke of elegance and restraint.

As the first notes filled the silence, she began to move.

It wasn't the kind of dancing you'd see in a club. It was a performance, a routine of disciplined, fluid grace. Her arms unfolded from her sides, rising in a slow, deliberate arc. Every movement was precise, from the elegant extension of her fingers to the precise point of her toes in her high heels. She spun, a slow, controlled pirouette that made the skirt of her bodysuit flare out just enough to tease the eye.

I was transfixed.

This isn’t the sort of thing my guilty ass should be enjoying, but it was hard not to. This was the Mitsuru Kirijo the world saw: the untouchable heiress and principal. But now, I was the only audience. Every plié, every arabesque, every other ballerina dance move I should know the name of… that shit was for me. I can only assume she learned these moves in some private school from her use, they were clearly practiced but a slight rustiness brought a depth to the performance. The knowledge of this, the sheer intimacy of the act, was somehow sexier than if she’d just simply twerked on camera. She was performing a private ballet in her own office, all to satisfy a compulsion she’d given herself.

It also helped that I could still see her nipples, and how she was clearly braless under the skin tight leather, making her two elegant orbs jiggle around crazily.

As the music swelled and Mitsuru was swept up into the passion. A series of twirls on a single foot, spinning her around and around until suddenly she leaped into the air. Her body suspended as if stopped in time itself for a breathtaking moment before landing with the silent grace of a cat, right when the song drew to a close. A final pose of elegance with one hand upwards, back arched, quiet panting from her breathless work of art.

Hey, it was a hell of a dance to have to watch every day.

Closing the video, the next step was to respond. I could have just given a thumbs up emoji and left it there, and to be fair I will probably do that after today since I need to let her know I watched it every day, but for the first one I should probably give a proper response…

>amazing dance

I gave it a couple extra seconds, trying to swallow a lewd thought down but it got the better of me.

>good girl.

thank you, master>

Her response was really fucking quick. It gave me shudders just thinking about it, geezus.

This new horny debuff is already working its annoying ass magic. I’m fairly certain I’ve reached my daily quota of five nuts a day, but now I have to deal with a perpetually increased libido between them. So if I get them all over in the first hour of the day, I’ll still be really horny by the end. Or Mitsuru’s dance was just too hot, I don’t know man, I’m juggling a lot of ball related rules here.

I ended up just walking. Walking out the bathroom and wondering the halls, lost in thought. Not really focused on where I was going, but instead just needing to walk somewhere.

All that was on my mind was that sexy ass dance, and how I’d made that elegant ballerina lady kneel before me.

So it was no wonder that I ended up waltzing right into the gymnasium out of sheer bewildered confusion.

“Senpai!”

Sumire gasped out, throwing me out of my daze as I found myself staring at her, her sister, and a gymnastics coach all looking at me. Clearly training in the gym I’d just randomly wandered into. While Kasumi and the coach were just confused by my presence, Sumire looked mortified. “Oh no! I-it’s not our date tonight, is it?!”

I looked around, still somewhat lost as to where I even was, “...uh, is it?”

All of a sudden, Sumire looked like I’d just told her the rapture was occurring. Falling to her knees and screaming, “No no no NOO!! It is! It was todaahayyy!!”

Oh fuck. Sumire’s crying. Way to go, Ren.

The pair of twins were clearly training for some big event right now. Kasumi and Sumire were wearing light blue and light pink leotards respectively that clung to their bodies tightly, adjourned with a collar around their neck and long flowing sleeves. Their coach wore a more casual sports bra and yoga pants combo, but

“I… I got the days wrong…?” she had turned away from me, getting coddled by her sister as she continued to weep, “No… I can’t…” The guilt was wrenching my stomach something fierce. She’d been so excited to go on a date with me, and now she thinks it was all her fault…

Kasumi rubbed her back, “Hey, it’s okay, there’s still time-”

“But I’m all s-sweaty! I can’t go on a d-date like this!” Sumire snapped back, struggling to find the courage to turn back around to me. It sucks that she’s feeling embarrassed for my fuck up, I have to fix this.

“Hey, it’s okay! I don’t mind sweat!”

Sumire didn’t turn, but I got a really unimpressed look from her coach. Definitely thinking ‘this is the guy?’ in her head.

“Uh, wait, scratch that, I’ll just get sweaty too!”

Now it was Kasumi’s turn to throw me a look. More confused than grossed out, but I at least got her to ask me, “Huh? What do you mean, Senpai?”

“You know, dates are always defined by those on the date, right?” I continued, fighting through my own awkwardness, “All I’m saying is I’m totally fine with a sweaty date. You’re already dressed up, so let’s just do a gym date!”

There was a beat, then I finally got the teary girl to turn very slightly, “A-a gym date?”

“Yeah! I’ve been thinking I need to be more limber for… all the stuff I do…” I admitted, speaking both as a flippy dippy Phantom Thief and a complete man whore. “And who better to show me how to stretch than an olympic athlete!”

She still didn’t fully brighten up, but I could see her chewing the idea over. “Y-you really want to… exercise with me?”

“Getting to see your gymnastics up close sounds truly amazing, Sumire,” I admitted while crouching down to her level. It did sound great. It was sort of like our time fighting in Mementos together, spending time with her was always fun, and bonus: it was a definite way for me to get Mitsuru out of my mind. “Come on~ You’ll get to see me in a leotard~”

“Okay!” she said, suddenly jumping up to her feet, “I’ll go get you one your size!”

As she hurried to the locker rooms, I stood back up. All three of us smiling at her brightened tone before I scratched my head towards the coach. “Uh, sorry if I’ve ruined training plans for today…”

She waved it off, “We’re good, kid. She wasn’t focusing as it is, and I think bringing some fun back to her training will do wonders for her confidence.” The woman smiled, keeping her arms crossed under her bust, “You want me to stick around to actually train you, or just have it be a two person thing?”

“O-or three!” Kasumi chimed in.

“You two can stay. It seems rude to kick you out, and I think I do actually wanna learn,” I said. I probably don’t do enough Phantom Thief training, only playing gun games with Oda counts. “Neither of you mind if there’s some heavy flirting going down, right?”

Both of their demeanours changed quite quickly, in a way that I hadn’t expected. Kasumi’s eyelids lowered, giving much more of a seductive look as she smiled at me, “I was about to ask you the same thing~”

The coach was also pushing her sports bra up a little further, with her nipples beginning to visibly harden as well, “Can’t say that I’d mind personally. Plenty of less attractive men try and shoot their shot with me at the gym already.” She said, “But doesn’t mean I can’t attract hotties. I ever tell you I got-”

Kasumi sighed, “Yes, Coach Hiraguchi. You always tell us that that weekend rockstar hit on you.”

“It was ‘The Weeknd’,” she corrected slightly bitterly.

Ah crap. I think I just made them both hungry for flirts with me when I only meant to ask them if it was okay if I flirt with Sumire… ugh, damn my man-whore mouth.

Oh well, it ain’t like Sumire isn’t at least aware of my relationship with women. I’ll just have to try and keep it in my pants.

---

How the hell am I supposed to keep anything inside this leotard?!

I got changed in the changing room, but I don’t know if I can go out there. Just shifting my hips to stand up has made both my balls fall out the fabric. Making it looks more like a g-string than a leotard, goddamn.

Not to mention how insanely obvious the size of my cock is in this. There’s nowhere else to put it. The big meat slab is just leaning up towards my belly, perfectly outlined by the stretchy fabric. Not helped by how light the cotton is, feels like I’m wearing nothing at all. I kinda thought it would just be like my Joker outfit, but this is much more revealing than I think is appropriate for a first date.

“Hey kid, the girls are worried so I-wow. I can see why Sumire likes you, kid.”

I looked over towards the door to see Coach Hiraguchi’s eyes grow wide at the sight of my junk. I tried to cover myself, but it was clear my hands weren’t enough to cover all the bases needed, and she kept her gaze tightly locked.

Even if she was looking mighty impressed with a slightly hungrier smile, I still felt like weird about her not saying anything.

“Can I wear shorts with this?”

---

The air in Shinjuku was thick with the scent of street food and the thrum of a thousand conversations. Ryuji, however, was focused on absolutely none of it. His world had shrunk to the five-meter radius around a small, ornate table where Chihaya was setting up her tarot cards.

He felt like a damn idiot. Why was his heart thumping so hard? She even said that he could stand behind her table, but after seeing her ass in only a thong poking out from behind the chair he quickly decided to stay moving.

“Patrolling,” he'd called it. “Just gonna walk around and, you know, look imposing so no one messes with you, y-yeah?”

He was trying, he really was. He had his arms crossed, his shoulders back, and what he hoped was a tough-guy scowl on his face. Morgana, the king of rat bastards, had already made fun of him several times from his resting spot on Chihaya’s table (she welcomed Ryuji’s ‘cute black cat’ with many pets).

It was just so hard to feel imposing when he kept sneaking glances at her. She was just… sitting there, smiling at him, like he was some kind of knight in shining armor.

Last night had been a goddamn mess. He’d just been grabbing some ramen when he heard the struggle. Those creeps cornering a woman in a dark alley… instinct took over. Trying to live up to the name of the Phantom Thieves by helping someone in need, even if they were way bigger than him and he’d needed his cat to get a slash at their legs before stomach slamming him with a pipe. It had all been chaos, all he knew was that he was holding her hand all the way to his place, where he finally got to even see how incredible the woman he’d saved really looked.

Chihaya was beautiful, sure, but also… nearly naked. The top half was her fortune teller garb, but the bottom half was just a pair of fancy silk panties. She was one of those women. One in eight that always preferred to be in only panties if they could. Haru was apparently the same, and Ryuji had already walked in on her gardening on the roof once to prove that truth. Still, seeing Chihaya like that had nearly given him a heart attack right then and there. He’d offered her his trousers, which she’d declined before they went into his home. His mom was probably the most angry she’d been before Chihaya had explained, and then looked at him so proudly. Moreso when Chihaya had offered to help him graduate as thanks and he’d declined. She seemed so vulnerable and scared that it just seemed wrong to him… like kicking a puppy.

He was young enough to still be thinking about that offer. Her opening his sheet she was sleeping in for him to join, only to retreat and lay on the couch with a huge rager all night…

But what was really crazy to Ryuji was that the infatuation hadn’t ceased once the adrenaline had worn off. Chihaya had been pretty happy to praise his efforts in the morning. Cooking him and his mother some breakfast as thanks, then getting Ryuji to hold her hand as they walked to the police station to file an incident report. Even Morgana making fun of him hadn’t thrown him the whole day. It still felt a little wrong… like he didn’t deserve such a pretty girl just for being in the right place at the right time. He was just a delinquent, right? Not some bodyguard. Besides, there was still the worry that those assholes from last night would come back for round two…

He was so lost in thought that he bumped into someone while pacing around his patrol. A woman with long, dark hair tied back in a practical yet elegant style, dressed in a school uniform that differed from Ryuji’s. She had been trying to keep a low profile, face down, hoping no one would recognise her.

Neither expected the bump to be so intense that they literally fell into each other’s arms.

“Uh… hi.”

“G-greetings.”

Ryuji had his hand on her back, stopping her from falling over. Her hand was on his shoulder. If anyone was looking, like for example a blonde fortune teller, it would look like he had just swept her off her feet.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks, staring up at the boy who was so clearly her exact type come to life in front of her. Was this the boy that Ren had spoken of? Her heart started accelerating the longer she was held in his arms.

“Ah, sorry!” he exclaimed suddenly, sheepishly helping her back up to her feet. “You, uh, you looked familiar and I got lost in thoughts for a second there…”

“That’s alright,” said Hifumi, brushing off her dress nervously, “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I am a celebrity of sorts. My name is Hifumi Togo."

The name clicked. The shogi player. He’d seen her face on flyers near the station. “Whoa, you're that shogi lady, right? The big shot? I hear you kick ass at shogi!”

Hifumi let out a laugh, she’d never had anyone describe her elegant sport in such a crude way. “I suppose ‘kick ass’ is one way to put it,” she said, a genuine smile spreading across her face that made her eyes sparkle. “It’s a pleasure to meet a… passionate fan.”

“Hehe, I just think it’s cool you’re so good at somethin’,” Ryuji said, rubbing the back of his neck, his nervous energy making him shift from foot to foot. “I’m Ryuji. Ryuji Sakamoto.”

“Ryuji,” Hifumi repeated, the name feeling surprisingly natural on her tongue. She gave him a slight bow, “It’s an honor to meet you, Ryuji-san. And thank you for catching me.”

As he chuckled and apologised for bumping into her, she found herself unable to break eye contact, her heart still fluttering wildly from the brief but intense contact. He was… nothing like the refined, stoic men she was usually surrounded by in the shogi world. He was all raw energy, unpolished and honest. And his grip on her back had been so firm, so… secure. It was exactly the kind of presence she found herself inexplicably drawn to lately.

“So, what brings a big shot like you to Shinjuku? Shouldn’t you be, like, in a tournament or somethin’?” he asked, his curiosity genuine and unfiltered.

Hifumi’s smile faltered slightly. “I’m… taking a break. From my mother’s… let’s say, guidance. I just needed some time to be myself, away from the board and the expectations.” She looked down, a little embarrassed to be admitting this to a stranger. But something about his open, disarming face made it easy to talk.

“Hey, I get that,” Ryuji said, his tone softening. “Sometimes you just gotta get away from all the noise. Be your own person, y’know?”

“Yes! Exactly!” Hifumi’s head snapped back up, her eyes shining with relief. “You understand perfectly.” She took a small step closer, drawn to his easy camaraderie. “It’s refreshing to meet someone who does.”

From her table, Chihaya’s knuckles were white. She watched as the famous Hifumi Togo, a woman of class and fame, laughed and flirted with her bodyguard. Her knight. The man who had held her hand and made her feel safe for the first time in years. A cold, bitter feeling she’d never experienced before began to bubble in her stomach. Morgana, sensing the shift in her mood, stopped purring and flattened his ears against his head. Hoping the rough pets would stop soon.

“You know,” Hifumi continued, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone, “I only came here as a recommendation from a friend. He didn’t tell me why I should come here, but I thought I would go get a tea to think about it. Would you… perhaps, care to join me? My treat. As a thank you for… catching me.”

For as oblivious as Ren claimed to be, he didn’t hold a candle to Ryuji Sakamoto.

“Nah, I don’t drink tea. Thanks.” He said with a smile. “Hey, if you were told to come to this spot, maybe your friend wanted you to do a fortune teller reading?”

“A fortune teller?” asked Hifumi, tilting her head towards the purple dressed woman seemingly glaring at her, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt…”

“Yeah, you totally should! Chihaya-chan is great at her job, I’ve seen a bunch a people look super happy with her readings. I gotta keep patrolling, but I’m sure you’ll be in great hands!" His beaming smile made her heart skip a beat again. Ryuji could probably have asked her to do anything at that point, so with a quick nod the nervous girl hurried over to the table.

Chihaya watched her approach, her expression a carefully constructed mask of professional calm. “Welcome.” she said, her voice smooth as silk. "What can the cards reveal for you today?"

“Um… I was hoping for a love reading,” Hifumi said, her eyes sparkling with hope as she took a seat. Throwing a glance over to the blonde casually walking around in the circle, “There's someone… new. I'd like to know what the future holds for us.”

Chihaya's smile became a little sharper. Oh, we'll see about that. “Of course. Please, shuffle the deck and focus on your question.” She pushed the ornate tarot cards across the table. “Concentrate on this… new person.”

Hifumi took the cards, not being subtle as she shuffled to glance over at their shared attraction target. She handed the deck back to Chihaya who practically snatched it from her palm.

Chihaya took a deep breath. If there was one thing she could trust, it was that the cards were never wrong. She had already done many readings for herself and Ryuji today, there was no way that this girl could stop their tryst by simply bumping into him. She was ready to deliver a reading of epic doom. She laid out the first card. It was The Lovers, reversed.

“Ooh, how unfortunate.”

“I-it is?!”

“Well,” Chihaya began, her tone dripping with false sympathy. “This first card, The Lovers in reverse, suggests a… disharmony. A misalignment of desires. Perhaps this person isn't as available as you think.”

Hifumi's face fell slightly. “Oh… I suppose that makes sense…”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Chihaya said, a little too quickly. She drew the second card. Her practiced smile almost faltered. It was The Empress. “Ah. The Empress. This represents… a rival. A powerful, feminine presence who is already connected to this person. A motherly, perhaps even possessive figure.”

Perfect, Chihaya thought. I'll make myself sound like his overbearing sister.

“A rival?” Hifumi asked, her brow furrowed. “Or is it… maybe my m-mother wouldn’t approve…”

The way her voice was shaking almost made Chihaya pause. The glee she was feeling at this graceful girl’s fall was beginning to falter. She had no control over the cards as it was, but the way the cat on her table was frowning at her did make her feel weirdly guilty.

Such was fate, really. Why a celebrity with access to infinite men was trying to steal this country bumpkin’s crush was enough to let Chihaya push forward. More than likely The Tower would be her final card, and Hifumi could return to her many riches undeterred in life.

“Let's see the final card,” Chihaya said, drawing from the deck with a flourish. She flipped it over.

It was The Three of Cups.

Chihaya stared at it. The card depicted three women, toasting their cups in celebration. It was a card of friendship, community, and joyful collaboration. In the context of a love reading, it was… baffling. And thanks to the twisted reality Ren had created, infuriatingly accurate.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. She tried to force a negative interpretation, but the words wouldn't come. It was like the card itself was fighting her.

“And this final card,” Chihaya said, her voice confused. “It is… The Three of Cups." She cleared her throat. "It signifies… a celebration. A… well, a union of… three.”

Hifumi leaned forward, her eyes wide. “Three? What does that mean? A union of three?”

Chihaya's eye twitched.

What the fuck was fate playing at? Why was her budding relationship with her bodyguard being encroached upon? It was pretty fucking obvious that the reading meant, but Chihaya couldn’t find it within herself to say it. No matter how hard the cat was frowning at her.

“It… it could mean many things,” she stammered, her mind racing. “Perhaps… you shall meet your man at a celebration with a third party? Or… or it is a union that requires the… blessing of a third party?” she finished, latching onto the desperate explanation.

“So… The Lovers reversed means he's hard to get, The Empress is his… chaperone?” Hifumi clarified, her expression thoughtful.

“Exactly!” Chihaya said, relief washing over her. “And The Three of Cups means that if you can win over both him and his chaperone there will be a celebration! A joyous… group event!”

Hifumi's face broke into a radiant smile. “Oh, I see! It's a test! I have to prove my worth to both of them! Thank you so much!”

“That’s alright… the cards never lie, after all.” Chihaya said with a nod to match Hifumi’s own.

Now she just had to never be won over by Hifumi so she could have Ryuji all to herself.

As if on que, Ryuji suddenly appeared at the side of the table. “Hey! Sorry to interrupt, but I think it’s about to start raining heavy!”

Right as he said that the heavens turned their tap on full blast.

---

Once I got some shorts on I felt like I could finally start exercising properly. My dick was all tucked in and at least a bit more hidden, even if it felt kinda loose in the shorts. I saw all three girls sneaking peaks at it between the dancing.

Anyway, besides the outfit, the date has ended up being much more fun than you’d expect.

Even with my quick thinking to try and salvage the evening to not upset Sumire, I still lowkey thought it was gonna be a disaster. I mean, it’s me for one. A single wrong question would have sent us spiraling into something generically lewd, and Yoshizawa deserved the proper date she’s been waiting for. So colour me surprised with the amount of smiles and laughter that has ended up happening.

I was sweating my ass off and feeling muscles I didn’t even know I had. Coach Hiraguchi, after watching me fail to touch my toes, decided to treat this like a ‘Gymnastics for Dummies’ class. We’re doing basic stretches, straddles, lunges, that kinda simple stuff. I am sucking at it.

But you know what? That’s the fun part.

Sumire is having the time of her life. I’d asked if she wanted to be my ‘personal coach,’ for the training and if she would be willing to put her hands on me to make sure I got it right. As you’d expect, she loved the idea. Every time I mess up a stretch, she’s right there, her voice a bubbly mix of encouragement and playful scolding.

“No, no, Senpai! Your back needs to be straighter!” she’ll say, pressing her palm flat against my spine and sending a jolt right through me. “Like this, see?”

“Oh yeah, I get it, like thiiiisss~”

Sumire had to put both her hands on my back to catch me leaning backwards, clearly going against exactly what she was teaching me. “Ah! S-Senpai! Wait!”

Then we’d fall backwards into a pile and laugh about it. It’s just so dang easy to tease her. A little comment about how she’s just trying to get her hands on me, and she blushes this incredible shade of red, stammers a denial, and then doubles down on helping me even more. Either touching my arms to help me spread them or kneeling by me to adjust my feet. She loves it, the attention, the playful banter, the physical closeness, and when she looks at me with those big eyes I gotta admit I love it too. She’s just a cutie, practically vibrating with happiness as we did the gymnastics routines.

And yeah, it isn’t just her vying for my attention here either.

Kasumi’s here too, and she’s… competitive. It’s subtle, but it’s there. A few times after Sumire corrects my form, Kasumi will chime in with, “Actually, Sumi, if he angles his hips like this, it’ll be more effective.” Then she’ll be the one touching me, making it rather apparent that she’s looking to feel me up. Sometimes she’ll even go so far as to press her own body into mine when adjusting me. There’s a flicker of jealousy in her eyes whenever Sumire gets a little too touchy-feely, and honestly? It’s kind of hot.

It’s hard to know what to feel about the pair. I’m still shocked there are two of them, and not just because Benzaiten admitted to resurrecting Kasumi. All my personal memories only ever remember the cute girl with red hair and a mysterious past. Plus now sisters can share concepts like ‘crushes’... reality shifting is hard to keep track of man. I know Sumire loves me; it’s written all over her face. And I gotta admit, I’m falling for her too. She’s just so easy to be around, so genuine in her affection. And with Kasumi joining in, it’s like a dream I didn’t know I was allowed to have.

Still, it was fun to get both girls treating me like their modelling toy. As overstretched as I felt, the Olympic athletes weren’t making me go all out or anything. Just showing me the poses they have to do while having a good time moving me about.

Then there’s Coach Hiraguchi. She’s just… watching. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She’s not really teaching as much anymore, just observing the chaos. Every now and then, she’ll throw out a comment that makes my ears burn. “Nice form, kid. You’re a natural,” she’ll say, while I’m struggling to hold a basic plank. Or, “You’ve got the right build for this, you know. Strong core, flexible hips. Careful not to grab too low there, Sumire. You’ll awaken the python.”

Yeah, a lot of her comments were about the size of my dick.

The sexual tension is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife. It’s a feedback loop of touchy-feely flirting, mixed with athletic adrenaline-filled hormones flying about. I had my hands above my head with Sumire’s hands around my waist, Kasumi adjusting my leg’s stance, and the Coach’s eyes on me the whole time.

“H-how long do I have to hold this pose for…?” I asked, feeling the burn while only standing on one leg.

Coach Hiraguchi tilted, looking behind me to the girl still snuggling up to my back, “Hmm, let her have a few more minutes.”

“Hey! No fair!” Kasumi huffed, jumping up to wrap herself around my front, “I wanna hug Senpai too!” she insisted, putting me in a Yoshizawa sandwich without my input. “Wow, Senpai! You really do take good care of yourself.” Kasumi purred, face rubbing into my chest.

“Mmm…” Sumire hummed in agreement into my back.

I swallowed, trying not to think about their rock hard nipples and soft breasts pressing into me, “Uhh… I guess I k-keep active…”

Oh man, even their heartbeats are getting me going. Kasumi is clearly excited, but Sumire’s chest feels like a jackrabbit in a washing machine. She’s so damn happy to be holding me.

Though the whole moment was shorter lived than I think we all would have wanted, as Kasumi said something that totally threw my balance off. “And then there’s this big muscle down here…”

“W-woah!”

We toppled forwards, and in my attempt to stop my fall and not hurt Kasumi I stumbled forwards an extra few feet. I tried to at least catch her head, but my leg was doing something, and Sumire was holding onto me, and the whole thing… look, her face ended up in my crotch, okay? I don’t like the cliche anymore than you, but shit happens sometimes. And sometimes you find yourself on your hands and knees, one twin on your back, the other on the ground with her face pressed up against your penis.

“Sorry!” I

“Don’t be~”

“Kasumi!” Sumire sharply scolded, “It’s supposed to be my date!”

Her twin shrugged, “Oh come on, we’re all having fun, Sumi~ Senpai said I could stay!”

“I-I just didn’t want to kick her from her own training…” I stammered.

“Why can’t this just be mine!” Sumire huffed.

“We both know why! You shared your crush! How else am I supposed to feel about this except jealous?!” Kasumi retorted right back.

“Th-that was an accident! And I’m not stopping you from doing your own date with Senpai, I just wanted this one to be mine!”

“So you’d fine with me taking him somewhere after the gym? Hm?”

“I…”

CRACKACOOM!

Shaking us all, thunder rippled through the hall. As if the heavens themselves were yelling at us to stop fighting. Rain began slamming against the window and leaking in through unkempt cracks.

“I don’t think any of us are going anywhere for a while,” I said, trying to still keep the mood up. “I think I've probably stretched my noodle body enough. But I've always wanted to try and be the guy that catches the performer at the end of a big stunt. Can you show me any moves like that?”