Royal Treatment (Part 2)

One minute, the Shinjuku streets were bustling. The next, the sky opened up and dumped what felt like the entire Pacific Ocean onto the pavement. They’d all rushed into the nearest building they could, but it had taken at least a minute of drenching before finding the place.

“That was insane!” Ryuji gasped, squeezing out his shirt to almost no avail, “Can’t believe it changed so damn quick!”

“Oh god, we're soaked…” said Chihaya, her thin fortune-teller's top clinging to her skin. She was shivering, and Ryuji’s protective instincts kicked into overdrive. He quickly took off his school blazer and placed it over her shoulders. He was just about to undo his pants but was suddenly stopped by a voice.

“We usually insist you purchase a room before doing that stuff here, sir.”

The two of them quickly spun around to see what kind of establishment they’d entered. Inside, the lobby was a bizarre mix of dingy and romance themed. The gauche over the top love hearts scattered around were somewhat offput by the bored-looking clerk sat behind a counter, frowning at them before blowing a large pink bubble. Both of them knew exactly what kind of building this was, but Ryuji still felt he had to ask.

“Uh… th-this wouldn’t happen to be a, uh, a-”

“A love hotel, yes, sir.” The girl behind the desk confirmed, “Will you and your party be needing a room? Or do you plan on letting your cat soil my carpets the rest of the evening?”

Ryuji glanced over at the absolute state of Morgana. He looked more water than cat right now, seemingly wildly upset by the whole affair and wondering if he could walk back to Leblanc.

“We’ll take a room!” Chihaya exclaimed perhaps too quickly, “J-just to… dry off!”

Ryuji blinked before pumping his fist, “Fine with me! This is just-! Uh…”

“Just like one of those hentai mangas, I was thinking the same thing!” Chihaya exclaimed, much to Ryuji’s relief that he didn’t have to feel as embarrassed around her for picking up on the cliché.

“Yeah, well, we only have one room left, so the three of you will have to share.” explained the clerk.

Chihaya blinked, not expecting Morgana to be included in the price, “Three?”

“I do appreciate this.”

Chihaya’s stomach dropped at that voice. A twinge in her eyes as she turned to gaze upon their tag along, also dripping wet, and looking mightily apologetic to Chihaya for the inconvenience.

“That’s okay, Miss Togo,” said Chihaya through slightly gritted teeth, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Admittedly, the love hotel had plenty of rooms. The clerk was just a big fan of drama and polyamorous relationships and sensed a vibe.

---

I was definitely picking up a vibe from Sumire. Hopefully this idea to add myself to her act isn’t a completely stupid one.

The catching Sumire plan was mostly a way to make sure I was doing at least some things that were only her. This was her date, and besides, I think if I can get used to catching her we may even be able to do something similar in the Metaverse. You know, whenever that magical moment happens when we’re in sync and it feels like showtime.

I took my position at the end of the mat, bent knees and ready arms, while Sumire took her starting position at the other end of the gymnasium.

Kasumi gave us a skeptical look from the sidelines. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Senpai? That landing requires precise timing and balance. If you misjudge it…”

“Nonsense!” Coach Hiraguchi boomed, landing a hearty shoulder grab on Kasumi. “This is exactly the kind of dynamic training Sumire needs! It’s rare you two get an anchor to practice with. Ren, remember what I told you!"

The crash course on catching was pretty helpful, but a part of me was worried still. These were the rare scenarios that it was nice that I had reality bending powers, since otherwise I’d be worried I’d drop her and wreck her knee or something horrible. ‘Are you okay?’ is a pretty easy out.

“Ready, Senpai?!” Sumire called out, practically beaming with excitement.

“Ready!” I yelled back.

And she was off. And it was honestly beautiful. Legs stretching wide with each leap, hands whipping around as she spun her ribbon around her body. Each move practiced a thousand times yet looking so effortlessly graceful. She tumbled and leaped towards me, that sexy body moving with an athletic splendor that was breathtaking to behold. I was so mesmerized by her performance that I almost forgot my job.

Sumire launched her ribbon to the side, readying herself for the final move: a mighty leap that was supposed to end with one of my hands under her armpit and the other under her thigh, her body bending backwards above my head like a graceful hunter firing an arrow.

Our eyes locked, and I tensed myself for the catch.

She flew.

And I completely fucked it up.

My hands totally fumbled their placements. My right did manage to get under her armpit, but the left one skewed way too far from her thigh… managing to wedge itself right betwixt the gymnast’s butt cheeks. She was still above me, pulling off the pose with her weight thankfully resting on my shoulder, but my fingers were directly against the thin fabric of her leotard, right over her pussy.

I was willing to just drop her right then if she wanted me to… but then something strange happened.

Sumire suddenly found her center. Her body, which had been wobbling, locked into place. Her legs, which had been drifting, straightened out with perfect form. She passionately held the final pose, her expression one of intense fierce concentration and not one of ‘omg this guy is fingering me’. My hand was still pressing against her, still feeling her folds quiver at my touch, but she wasn't falling. Far from it, she was perfect.

“Incredible…” Coach Hiraguchi gasped, her voice filled with genuine shock and admiration like she’d just witnessed a dinosaur resurrected. “Sumire! That was flawless! You’ve been struggling with that pose for weeks! I knew you just needed the right motivation!”

Kasumi rushed over as I gently placed her sister down, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Sumi-chan, that was amazing! You were so focused! What did you do-?” She stopped when she saw the slight glisten on my fingers. I tried to hide it but a knowing smirk spread across her mouth, “Ohh, you were more focused.”

“Um, m-maybe…” stammered Sumire, blushing while looking over at me.

“Heh, think you can fingerblast her during the Olympics too, stud?” Coach Hiraguchi joked while landing her hand on my shoulder.

“Gyuhhh…” I groaned, how the hell do you respond to that?!

Luckily I didn’t need to, as Sumire had taken my damp hand and started bringing it towards her face, “Senpai… may I get that for you?” she asked, and I confusedly nodded.

Then Sumire started sucking my fingers.

I could feel her tongue swirling around, the warmth of her mouth was so intense, I instantly rockened up from the intimacy. Her bright eyes locked with mine as she kept her lips tightly locked, refusing to let me go before my fingers were properly ‘cleaned’ of her juices.

She smiled once completed, “Thank you, Senpai.”

“Y-you’re welcome…” I replied with a shockingly dry mouth, “Uh, n-need any help focusing with any other poses?”

“She’s been struggling to keep her standing splits going,” said her coach, throwing a wink to her student with a smirk.

“Um, y-yes,” Sumire nodded, reaching her leg up to show just how bendy she was. I’d never seen anyone do standing splits so effortlessly before, with her private parts clearly visible through the thin fabric.

I wasted no time in helping her focus, lost to the lustful madness as I was.

Her eyes bulged as my fingers began to rub her through the leotard. Her squishy lips reacted immediately to my touch, that slickness budding against the fabric as I rubbed deep against the silky cloth. Our eyes were locked together. Watching her bite her lip and moan softly while ‘focusing’, I could tell where her mind truly lay. I alternated pace from slow strokes to quick pokes, seeing the way she shuddered each time I bumped her aching clitoris, yet always holding that sexy pose of her foot above her head.

“Hmm, impressive. Your focus truly is improving, Sumire,” said Coach Hiraguchi, “Lucky lady to have a man with hands that skilled.”

Eventually it became too much for her, and her leg leaned gently against my shoulder. Neither of us stopped, and I don’t think the coach wanted to get between our moment together as I increased my pace. Though someone else clearly wanted in, as a second leg landed upon my other shoulder.

“This is unfair!” Kasumi whined, “I also need help focusing my standing splits! Pleeeaaassseee!”

Sumire seemed nonplussed when my hand found Kasumi’s slit. As long as I didn’t stop fingering both twins neither were going to complain, only stay focused directly on me.

I was aching down there as these two Olympians moaned and groaned at my touch, stretching so wide and presenting their pussy so fully to me. Soft gasps had broken down into full mouthed guttural noises of pleasure from both girls as I kept my fingers working as fast as I could.

“S-Senpai!” Sumire stammered, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes illuminated such vivid heart symbols at me. “I’m-! I’m-! AAHHH-SENNPAAIIII!!!!!”

Kasumi wasn’t one to be outdone by her sister, screeching just as loud almost seconds later and spraying her juices on my other hand. “YEESSSS!! SSENPAIII!!!”

Their focus shot, the two twins violently climaxed together in their special uniforms. Stomachs rippling and breasts jiggling about even with their tight fabric, I had to gently lower both of them down off of their poses while their five minute orgasms continued on. I made sure to lean their heads against my shoulders as we knelt together as a group.

“And you do good aftercare? Heh, if only you’d come into my gym before meeting these two…” I heard Coach Hiraguchi sigh. My eyes were sort of getting unfocused from all the horny juices in me, but I’m fairly certain I saw her lightly stroking herself to us.

Once the five minutes were up, the girls still looked at me with their pulsing heart eyes.

Words were beginning to fade from our minds, leaving only urges to be satisfied. Without needing to ask, I leant forwards and kissed Sumire passionately, her tongue quickly wrapping around mine as if she never wanted to let it go. But the soft whimpers of her sister made us both stop, as I let Sumire’s lips go to kiss Kasumi next.

Both tasted and acted similar conceptually, but certainly unique in execution. Sumire was a little sweeter, while Kasumi was a little more flowery. Kasumi wanted to taste every part of my mouth, but Sumire wanted to get me to taste her.

I bounced back and forth for a few minutes before finally asking, “Wanna fuck?”

“Yes!”

Said all three now wet women.

---

“Wow,” said the drenched Shinjuku three as they entered the room.

The only available room in the hotel was the ‘Cosmic Paradise Suite.’ The walls were painted with a swirling galaxy of neon planets and stars, the bed was a round, velvet-covered monstrosity in the center of the room, and the lighting was a dim, purple glow.

Morgana was the only one brave enough to enter the room once the door had opened, taking the chance to find a towel in the bathroom and start rubbing up against it. The other three continued to drip while staring inside.

Ryuji’s mind was racing. One room. With two girls. This was crazy. Was he gaining Ren’s luck with women? Did Chihaya actually mean it about the porn story? Hifumi seemed nice, but like, what if, ya know? Was it even appropriate for him to do anything…?

“Uh, okay, look,” he said, turning to the girls. “You two should take the room. Get warm. Dry my cat. I'll just… hang out in the lobby. Or find a bench or somethin'.”

“Absolutely not, Ryuji,” Chihaya said, her voice firm. Taking his arm in hers before he got a chance to run away. “No way I’m letting you catch a cold. You're my bodyguard, remember? You're not leaving my side."

Hifumi nodded in agreement. “She's right, Ryuji-san. It wouldn't be proper. We should all share the room. It's the most sensible solution.”

“A-alright…” Ryuji said with a gulp, letting them walk him into the room, “Well, uh… who wants to use the shower first, I guess?”

They all shared a glance. Chihaya and Hifumi both wanting the other to self nominate, and Ryuji hoping he could go first so he could then leave if needed.

“Meow!”

Chihaya chuckled then nudged Ryuji, “You go. I think your cat wants you to dry him off.”

“Uh, r-right…” he half heartedly agreed, knowing full well Mona just yelled ‘Anyone but Skull!’

Morgana huffed with a grumpy: “Mow.”

“Yeah, well, your fault, dumb cat,” he hissed while shutting the door.

As the sound of the shower kicked in the girls began settling in to the main room. Stripping out of their soaking clothes while facing opposite directions. Chihaya annoyed that this girl was here and she couldn’t make the most of the scenario to go surprise Ryuji in the shower with her naked body, and Hifumi confused as to exactly the meaning of Chihaya’s earlier reading.

“This is… quite an interesting room,” Hifumi said, trying to make conversation while looking at the glowing ceiling.

“It's a love hotel,” Chihaya replied, her voice flat. “They're all interesting.”

“I’ve never been in one…” said Hifumi, unbottoning her top while trying to find the courage to ask, “Do you and Ryuji often…?”

“...we have never, no,” said Chihaya curtly.

“Then… are you not a couple?” asked Hifumi, trying to put the pieces together, “Wait… are you actually his-”

“I am not afraid to slap you round the head if you ask me if I’m his mother, ya hear?” Chihaya hissed. Dropping back to her country accent only brief moment.

Hifumi was taken aback, “I-I was going to ask if you were his ‘chaperone’! F-from the reading!”

“Yeah, well…” Chihaya grumbled, “That reading wasn’t official because you didn’t buy a Holy Stone for 100,000 y-”

“Shower’s free!”

Both girls looked up at the man exiting the bathroom, and their eyes widened in unison.

Ryuji finished his shower and had wrapped the towel around his waist. A cloud of steam and a much dryer cat exiting with him, though they were focused on neither of those. The toned muscles of a runner turned superhero. He’d made sure to constantly be going to the gym ever since becoming a Phantom Thief, as he was never sure how much his strength would matter at a critical moment. Some light scars from street scraps and shadow slashes peppered his body, but it only seem to add to the rugged machismo the girls were unable to tear their eyes from. Had they not just been in a downpour they’d certainly now become soaked.

Ryuji quickly turned around and stammered something apologetic towards the half naked women, feeling like an idiot for not checking they were ready for him yet. Neither cared, simply watching his strong back tense.

Hifumi’s face turned a bright shade of crimson, while Chihaya’s smile spread across her face.

“You can… you can go next,” Hifumi stammered to Chihaya, her face burning up. Getting to see her dream man in nothing but a towel was a bit much for the poor Shogi player.

“...give me a second,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I'm enjoying the view.”

“Ugh,” said Morgana with a grimace, “I think I’ll go find a dry corner in the lobby.”

None really focused on the cat leaving the room, as the others were all too busy focused on each other. The shorter haired of the blondes trying to hide how his towel was moving upwards due to the pretty girls who were only in their underwear on the bed.

“Ryuji-san… are you… struggling there?” asked Hifumi, standing up to awkwardly approach.

“Uh, well, y-yeah, but, like…” he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder and fighting his eyes to look respectfully. “I-I should go get us fresh clothes!”

He tried to run out of the room as quick as he could, but was body blocked by Chihaya, “Hold on! You can’t go out like THAT!”

His eyes bulged at the sight of the woman spread out in her underwear, using all his energy to tear his eyes away, “But-! But what do I do?!”

“Ryuji-kun! D-do you find me attractive?!”

Both blondes turned to Hifumi in confusion, “H-huh?! Well, I mean, yeah, but-!”

“I-I find you attractive too!” she declared, gulping as her face burned with embarrassment at what she’d done. “S-so-! So… so I-I can… help. A-as a friend!”

It suddenly dawned on them what Hifumi was referring to. Ryuji and Hifumi had just acknowledged their mutual attraction, which of course meant a free pass for a friendship blowjob to occur. Chihaya was pissed that she didn’t think of it, but Ryuji was obviously gobsmacked, “F-for real?! You’d do that for me?! The great Shogi player?!”

Hifumi gulped, edging closer to the bathroom, “Would you like to join me in the shower, Ryuji-kun?”

“Hold on!” Chihaya barked when Ryuji’s dick brain made him step towards the girl. “I find you really hot too, Ryuji! You’re my bodyguard, you saved me from awful men, if anyone needs to give you a friendship blowjob it’s me!”

“You saved her?” Hifumi asked, genuinely stunned.

Ryuji scratched the back of his head, “Uh, yeah, there were some big guys and I had a pipe… I was pretty scared, I’ll be honest.” he admitted, trying to downplay his own accomplishments.

“That makes you even more attractive to me,” said Chihaya. Stepping closer to him while grabbing his hand, bringing it close to her until the side of his hand entered between her cleavage, “Do you-?”

“Yes, I find you really really hot!” he quickly interrupted. If he was watching himself he’d say the dude had no chill for stuff like this.

Hifumi grabbed his other hand, following the same motion as Chihaya to place it in her chest, “I asked him before you! The first turn advantage should be mine!”

“I knew him first!” Chihaya retorted back. “And don't throw Shogi shit at me, girl. I looked at the cards, and I'm destined to be this Chariot's Lovers!”

“Three of Cups! And h-he’s exactly my type!”

“I want to help him graduate!”

“I want him to help me graduate!”

“I’d-!”

“Hggck!”

Their back and forth half grope had led the poor boy’s eyes to roll back in his skull. Clenching his teeth tight as he struggled to breathe through how hard he was right now.

It was then that the two girls looked down to see just how big the running stud really was. The pulsing underneath the towel looked positively monstrous.

“Share?” asked Chihaya.

“Share.”

And the two dropped to their knees.

Ryuji could only stare in shock, wondering how we would ever be able to handle two women at once?

---

I think I’m getting pretty used to handling more than one woman at once.

Was the gym the best place to start an orgy in terms of comfort? No.

Was I too horny to care? Yes.

Sumire and Kasumi had removed my shorts in record time, gasping out in symphonic moans from just the sight of my leotard covered cock. Coach Hiraguchi took a different approach by wrapping around my back, pressing my head into her chest that she’d unleashed from her sports bra, and keeping me secure as the twins began sharing my meat stick.

With the leotard pushed to one side, I became fully exposed to the twins’ tongues. They were not slow in their exploration, tasting as much of my dick as they could. To my left, Sumire. Clumsier than her sister, but with an innate hunger that drove her to sloppy kisses and laps. Kasumi was on the other side, making more deliberate licks from the base to tip, and taking the time to swirl around the head for my leaking precum.

It was hard not to lose my breath from all the pleasure they were showering me with. The twins were so naturally in sync it was driving me mad. They weren’t even looking at each other, but when Sumire went low, Kasumi would go high, and vice versa. I don’t even think they cared when their wet tongues met in the middle, so focused on just pleasuring my dick.

My head was trapped between the Coach's suffocating tit-tacular embrace the entire time. She kept gently squeezing me from behind, like the best chair I’d ever sat in, pressing me deeper into her cleavage as all the girls watched me for my groaning reactions. Between Hiraguchi and the twins' dual ministrations, my mind went blank. I could only feel. The pressure of ample breasts against my face, the firm grip of her arms around my chest, and the contrasting sensations of Sumire’s eager licking and Kasumi's deliberate teasing.

“Enjoying the attention, kid?” the coach purred, her voice muffled by her own flesh.

“Yuh-huh…” I replied, twitching violently from all the electric pleasure shooting up my spine. “Fuck! S-so good!”

“Yeah, they’re good girls. You better treat them right,” Coach Hiraguchi chuckled, the action rubbing her soft chest against me. “Sumire, boys like it when you massage their balls too. Kasumi, remember to get your lips on his tip too.”

Even though the twins were lost in lust, they still followed their instructions to the letter, much to my gasping joy. “Y-you’re coaching them on this too?!”

“Of course! Why not be the best in all aspects of life?” she grinned down at me, “Come on, girls! Kasumi, nut suck pattern alpha! Sumire, I wanna see your throat stretch!”

I barely had the time to register that I’d changed reality before they moved around again. One of my very overfull testicles ending up in the mouth of Kasumi, while the scarlet hair of Sumire began bobbing up and down, pushing my cockhead into her mouth proper.

I was lost in a complete haze of sensation, Sumire’s frantic and desperate suction made her cheeks concave as she brought me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her eyes still locked with mine. Mouth so incredibly hot as she brought my dick deeper and deeper into her throat.

“Swap places!”

The cold air of the gym made me flinch when Sumire’s mouth left my dick. It was only for a moment though, as soon I had an entirely different throat stretching around it. Kasumi’s heat was almost identical to her sister’s, but she was definitely using her tongue more to taste me than Sumire’s suckling. Speaking of, she had begun sucking the nut that Kasumi hadn’t.

It was all incredibly intense, and I’d given up holding back my moans. Now just echoing out my lust for the empty gym to revel in.

I could tell the way that Coach Hiraguchi was squeezing me that she enjoying it too, “Swap again! Show him your skill, Sumire. Handstand!”

All of a sudden, her hands were on either side of my waist. Pushing off the ground, the gymnast’s sexy body stretched up above me. I think she realised that she probably should have got me in her mouth first, as my dick initially twitched away from her tongue. Sumire caught it on the third attempt, keeping her lips firmly around my head before lowering her whole body downwards. It was an absolutely incredible display. And it felt like she had complete unrestricted access to push my rod down her gullet from this angle.

“Ren, feel her throat,” the coach advised, and like the twins I did as she requested. Reaching forwards and feeling the sensation of my cock stretching out her perfect throat.

“Ohh fuck…” I hissed, feeling my nuts tighten, “Gonna cum!”

“Sumire, off! Faces together, tongue out, girls!”

The most well coordinated blowjob I’d ever received came to an explosive finale. The coach had my cock in her firm grasp, pumping me faster and faster towards the twins’ open maws before I erupted in orgasm.

Boiling cum shot out violently against their faces, coating their cheeks, tongues, noses, anywhere and everywhere. They moaned out so sweetly as I marked their faces with my seed. Olympic athletes. One day these two would be watched by billions around the world doing their gymnastics, and I had a memory of their faces absolutely caked in my cum.

A shudder ran through me as the last of it splurted onto the gymnasium floor. Sumire and Kasumi immediately cleaning each other up, I guess when you have no qualms satisfying each other’s urges that licking your sister’s face for cum wasn’t that crazy.

Sumire groaned after a big swallow, “Oh my god, Senpai! Your cum is so tasty!”

“So good! It’s like that new flavour at Big Bang Burger!” Kasumi agreed.

Coach Hiraguchi had a heaping of her own to enjoy on her fingers from where she’d been stroking, taking the time to suck her digits clean. “Hmhm, that’s some hella tasty nut juice you got there, kid. And such a huge load too. Bet you could instantly get a girl pregnant with this stuff.”

I was panting like crazy, still between her tits and seeing stars, so forgive me for asking a question. “Is fertility really that sexy for women…?”

That seemed to sway things.

“Oh god, yes, Senpai!” Kasumi moaned, reaching over and groping my balls lightly. “I heard about your condition, but it’s still so impressive to see. Your sperm count must be massive to have testicles this big.”

“Didn’t you say you may have gotten Haru-senpai pregnant?” asked Sumire, sucking my cum from her fingers with a longing look on her face, “I bet you managed to do it on your first attempt, Senpai~”

“Of course fertility is crazy important for us gals, kid,” said Coach Hiraguchi, also taking the chance to feel up my balls. “The more likely a guy is to get us pregnant, the more likely a girl never has to have a period again! Why wouldn’t we care?!”

I blinked, when the fuck did I change periods? “H-huh?”

“Didn’t they teach you this in health class? We’ve been looking for a proper man to help impregnate these two for ages,” she continued, keeping the teacher vibe as she spoke. “It would be killing two birds with one stone. They need help getting their v-cards signed, but they don’t want kids until after their Olympic dreams are realised. As soon as they’re pregnant then they can hold the fertilised egg inside them indefinitely, meaning no more periods until the baby grows wayyyy into the future!”

“It would be so nice to not have to deal with tampons anymore,” admitted Kasumi.

“And to know that I’d be carrying Senpai’s child…” mumbled Sumire.

The coach squeezed me one last time from behind. “Hehe, sounds like they want it to be you, Ren. Hope you got enough left in the tank to actually fuck us like you promised.”

With a gulp I stood up, knowing exactly how hard I was feeling from all the pregnancy talk. “Anyone wearing clothes they don’t want torn off should lose them in the next two minutes.”

That got their attention.