SIDE STORY: The Sex of the Future, Today! (Miu Iruma)

Teenage Miu Iruma sighed as she walked to class that day, the sun hotter than hell as it poured in through the windows. Of course, it was always hot in this desert city, but today seemed especially hot. Perhaps it was the fact that the side of her head had recently been shaved for surgery, revealing sensitive stitches to the open air. Perhaps it was the mocking glares that seemingly all her classmates were giving her the whole way; she could even feel their glares through the books and the phones they were all looking at. Or maybe it was just particularly hot that day because of a high-pressure front. There were admittedly dozens of possible explanations as to why Miu felt so hot that it felt like the sweat was steaming off her body, but there was one that Miu was convinced was the truth, rational evidence be damned.

Her brain was simply overheating from being in overdrive for so long.

Despite what many, including Miu herself, said, the young blonde woman was always very bright. Math had been easy for her, science was second nature, and she had a knack for taking things apart and putting them back together. But ever since the accident, it was like the proverbial brakes had been taken off, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about anything and everything all at once. How shoes were made, how circuits worked, what people might be thinking of her, what people who are dead might be thinking if they were alive, the list went on. Stimulants only made this mind-racing worse, and depressants only served to knock her out completely. And so she had **** but to go to class and pretend like nothing had happened.

Part of her still naively hoped that it would be that simple, but when she reached her classroom door, she found her head so distracted by thoughts of solving kakuros that she couldn’t even figure out how to turn the knob that would let her inside.

“Pfft! Oh my god!” a catty female voice suddenly said behind Miu. “I had heard that you had your brains scrambled, but this really is quite impressive!”

“Suck my dick, bitch,” Miu replied curtly, surprising the girl behind her. Miu’s social skills had never been great, but she was usually much more quiet. Indeed, the old Miu never would have said anything like that, but at this point she had lost so much control that she simply couldn’t help herself. She was getting better at it and was no long saying ‘fuck’ as often as she breathed, but she couldn’t be bothered in the slightest when speaking with a forgettable bimbo like Akina.

“My my! So feisty too! How nice~” Akina said sarcastically as they both finally entered the classroom. “It’d be best if you kept your mouth shut though; in your condition, I wouldn’t be surprised if you wound up biting off your own tongue.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be worried about me getting bit you little- gaah!” Miu grunted and nearly dropped her bag as she clutched her skull with her free hand. “Paper… need paper…”

“Uh… what?” Akina asked, dumbfounded, as Miu sat down and ripped open her bag. “What are you going on about now? You’re not going to start writing out one of your gross character sheets, are you?”

“Quiet, you oversized cum-gargler!” Miu snapped as she grabbed a handful of paper and began furiously writing on them. “I’m gettin’ the answer to interplanetary space travel beamed live into my brain, and I’d appreciate it if you kept your gob shut long enough for me to write it down!”

“Ah - so she’s completely snapped! I see.” Akina shrugged, and everyone else in the classroom laughed. “It’s a real shame that you aren’t a real bitch, because now would be prime time to put you down~”

“Gggn! I said be quiet!” Miu clutched her pencil so hard that it shattered into splinters. “Look, I don’t give two shits that your sorry ass doesn’t like me, but could you please find some other chew toy for you to… to…”

Miu trailed off as their class teacher - a handsome man in a professional white shirt and gray slacks named Kajinosuke - walked in. Miu had a crush on him since she was 13, so the sight of him was able to make her go quiet even in her new state of mind.

“Oh, uh… hey there, professor! It’s, uh, good to see you!” Miu’s old demure, submissive side came roaring back in full **** as she nervously blushed, played with her fingers, and refused to meet her teacher’s gaze. “H-h-h-how are you doing, dad-, er, I mean, sir! How are you doing, sir?”

“Not well, I’m afraid - I just heard that you were causing a commotion in my class,” he said disapprovingly, making Miu feel a mixture of shame, arousal, and shame at the aforementioned arousal. “I hope you aren’t deliberately disrupting my classroom.”

“N-n-not at all sir! We were just… having fun, is all!” Miu sweatily gathered up all the scattered papers on the ground and her desk and stuffed them into her bag. “I promise, i-it won’t happen again.”

“Hmmph… it better not,” he replied, towering over her with his arms crossed. “You’re lucky that I’m in such a good mood today though. After all, I have a very special announcement to make to the class.”

“Eh!? Announcement!?” Miu gasped. “You’re not transferring to another school, are you!?”

“Not at all; in fact, I’m going to become closer to this school than ever before,” he replied. “For you see, I am here before you today to announce that I… have a new girlfriend. Akina; if you would?”

Akina smirked and stuck her tongue out at Miu as she walked up to their teacher and put an arm around his shoulders.

“W-what!? You’re dating her, of all people!?” Miu gasped. “No! This can’t be happening!”

“Oh, and since we’re making announcements, I might as well mention that the principal just told me that you’ve been expelled, Miu,” their teacher continued.

“Seriously? From school!?” Miu asked, tears starting to stream down her face.

“No, not just school; from the country. They’re shipping you off to Borneo tonight,” he answered. “But in the meantime, we’re going to make sure that everyone here remembers you for what you were - a complete and total loser!”

He then pointed his finger at Miu and began to laugh uproariously, with the students joining in. It was at that point that Miu realized that she had suddenly put on 100 pounds and was dressed in a clown costume, and the floor was catching fire, and her parents were just about to sign the papers to legally disown her and-

“Gah!”

Miu, AKA Curie, let out a loud grunt of pain as she fell out of her bed and onto the floor of her underground laboratory. Some dangerous electric devices jostled on a nearby table as a result, but thankfully, they did not fall over and explode like they very well could have.

“Augh… another fucking humiliation dream!” Miu groaned and stood up in her tight black lingerie, stretching out her shoulders as she went. “Those are always the fuckin’ worst! And I didn’t even get to cum at the end like I usually do! Talk about a gyp!”

Scratching her ass, Miu exited out of her secretive basement lab with a few blueprints under her arm. A few flights of stairs later and she was at her official apartment, unlocking the door and not even bothering to check if anyone was inside.

“Hey, K-whore! If you’re here, make a noise or something, or just stay quiet!” Miu shouted as she walked in. “Just don’t fucking sneak up on me because I’m in a mood, and I will absolutely cut a bitch.”

There was no response, which Miu knew meant Kaede probably hadn’t gotten home from working the previous night yet. If she was alone, she always answered with some sort of noise; if she was with someone else, they’d usually be stumbling around in surprise. And as much as she liked Kaede, peace and quiet really did help her invent things; and she wasn’t the confused, frustrated teenager that she was back then. She could focus her energies a lot more now, and she could use them to invent incredible things.

That is, when the invention itself actually interested her anyway.

“Alright, let’s see if I can’t make any progress on these designs today,” Miu said to herself as she sat down at her dining table, not caring that she was getting toast crumbs and butter on the papers. If she ever actually sold these designs, she figured she could always clean it up later. She never did, though. “Those bigwigs at Boeing wanted me to design a new hydrogen-based electric engine that’s safe enough for public use. Now I just need to figure out how to get the electrons to transfer the way I need them to and not create an explosion risk and… and…

Miu trailed off, one of her hands drifting toward her panties to start rubbing at her clit. It wasn’t that she was actually aroused by what she was doing, but doing all the equations in her head made her frustrated, and pleasure was always Miu’s go-to way to relieve stress. But, of course, the longer she touched herself, the harder it became to actually focus on her work. Eventually, she wasn’t even staring at the papers anymore and instead was drooling face-first on the table as a big dark spot appeared in the center of her panties.

“Augh, fuck it! Inventing this shit for cars and planes is boring! There’s gotta be a better application for this!” Removing her slick fingers from her sex, Miu sat back up and slammed her fists on her dining table. “Hmm, what about… I use this to make some sort of… perpetual fucking machine! Yeah, that’s it!”

Miu took out some more papers and began to hastily scribble a new design, starting with the dildos.

“Yeah! Because this thing runs on hydrogen, it should be able to last a really long time; you could literally spend all day and night getting fucked if you wanted to! Though, wait, it’d still be pretty unstable…” Miu trailed off and tapped her pen against her chin. “Ah, fuck it! I can figure out the battery shit later! Right now, this fucking-machine just needs to get invented!”

For the next hour or so, Miu spent her time working out the specifics of her new ‘masterpiece’, having completely forgotten her original goal. She calculated the needed voltage, designed the apparatus to not be too cumbersome or make too much noise, and created a revolutionary design to make the dildos self-lubricating that probably could have gotten her a Nobel prize for engineering if she actually had the mind to submit it. And then, when it was done, she finally stood up from the table and licked her fingers clean of what remained of her breakfast as she looked on in pride.

“Perfect! Even now, I continue to impress myself! Now I just have to go out and get the parts and-” Miu turned around and spotted herself in Kaede’s full-length mirror. Miu cringed as she looked herself up and down; Kaede kept everything she owned meticulously clean, so there was nothing to obscure her features.

Miu reached down to her waist and squeezed, imagining a whole layer of fat that wasn’t there. She could also swear that she could see wrinkles on her face, blemishes on her skin, and gray hairs in her blonde locks.

“Uh… actually, maybe I shouldn’t go out today… I can probably just take apart the garbage disposal to get the parts I need.” Miu turned away for a few moments and then slapped herself in the face. “Augh, what are you doing, Miu?! Remember what Kaede told you; gorgeous, remember!? And if anyone ever tells you otherwise, they’re just braindead bimbos who can’t tell a spigot from a sprocket!”

She looked back at the mirror, this time maintaining a look of pride on her face… until she finally caught a whiff of the smell coming from her armpits.

“Augh… well, I guess I should probably shower at least a little bit before I go out,” she said as she headed to the bathroom. “But after that, you better look out, world! Because I’m coming to get ya!”

Half an hour later and Miu was wearing her favorite leopard-print bikini top with a small white jacket, tight blue jean shorts, a pink thong with visible straps, and black high heels. To many in this city they would assume that this was her ‘nightwalker’ uniform but, to Miu, this was actually just her ‘casual’ clothes.

The first thing she did was stop by the hardware store nearby to pick up the needed mechanical parts for her invention. She used to get hit on quite a lot there by men who wanted to “help her tighten some loose bolts”, but after the Ultimate Inventor accidentally blew a few of their eyebrows off they started leaving her alone.

Once that was done, all that was left to do was get the centerpieces of her new invention; the dildos. And there was only one place in town to go for that, much to her chagrin.

“Good morning, my dear Curie!” Angel greeted as Miu entered the RLD’s premier sex shop, Heaven. “Has the good fortune of Atua been shining on you this lovely day?”

“Oh, shut it, you overzealous island lemming!” Miu snapped instantly. “I told you before, and I’ll tell you again; God doesn’t exist, Atua or otherwise! So keep your blessings to your goddamn self!”

“Oh? But if Atua wasn’t real, then how would I know that you’re here to buy some of my toys for an invention of yours?” Angel asked teasingly as she pointed a paintbrush at Miu.

“Because that’s what I’m always here for, dumbass!” Miu snapped. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out, and I should know; I am one.”

“That’s not true; there was also that one time where you came in so drunk that you wanted to marry one of my two-foot long novelty dildos!” Angel countered. “And because Atua told me you were coming, I already had the ceremony set up for you!”

“W-well, I was so blackout drunk that I don’t remember that, so you still don’t have any evidence as far as I’m concerned,” Miu stammered, blushing. “Anyways, I need four of your best fake cocks - one small, one medium, and two large, A.S.A.-now! Got it?”

“Of course, of course! I have some hand-made ones about to come out of their molds right now!” Angel replied. “Please allow me a moment to go and get them - I’ll be right back!”

“Hurry up - if time is money, then my time is made of pure platinum!” Miu replied. Her tone of voice was nasty, but Angel could still tell that she was quite grateful.

But then, just as Angie had placed the toys Miu had wanted on the cashier’s counter, someone else entered the store behind Miu. At first, Miu didn’t pay the person any mind, but then as the person approached the front counter, Miu saw her red hair and instantly recognized who it was.

It was Hanazono, the Ultimate Pornographer. She didn’t look like much; she didn’t have a curvy body, and she was dressed in a plain green women’s suit with a plaid tie - but anyone who even wanted to work in the porn business in this city could recognize her instantly.

“Hey there, Angel; how’s it going?” Hanazono greeted, clutching the side of her head like she had a migraine. “You’ve got those drums of water-based lube that I ordered last week?”

“Indeed I do!” Angel replied chipperly. “Though, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait your turn; I was just about to ring up another customer!”

“Another customer?” The redhead turned to her right and finally noticed Miu standing there, sweating and panting profusely. “Oh no… you again.”

“M-M-Ms. Hanazono! It’s such an honor to meet you again!” Miu stammered before giving her deepest bow. “Listen, I know that the last time we met, things didn’t exactly go… great, but I still think you should give me another shot! I mean, look at this body! It was practically made for guys to jerk off to, right?”

“Curie… the last time I tried to film a porno with you, everyone had to go home because you were in the bathroom for the entire three hours we had the location rented for,” Hanazono pointed out.

“Th-that wasn’t my fault! I was constipated!” Miu dropped down to her knees. “But I’ll promise I’ll chug an entire gallon of laxatives if you give me a second chance!”

“Yeah, that was your second chance, remember?” Hanazono asked. “You lost your first chance because you insisted on your first film being a threesome with a ‘flat as fuck’ girl, and she refused to put up with your big-breast superiority bullshit.”

“Then I can do a one-on-one this time!” Miu placed her face and hands onto the ground to beg as hard as she could. “Oh, please, please, please let me star in one of your films! It doesn’t even need to be a public one either! Just something I can take home to prove I was worthy of your camera!”

“Augh… pull yourself together, Curie. This is just embarrassing,” Hanazono sighed. “Look, I’ll tell you what; if you start getting some actual self-respect, then I might - might! - consider casting you in a film. How does that sound?”

“Eeeeeh!” Miu jumped up from the ground, squealing with glee. “Don’t worry, Ms. Hanazono! I promise, the next time you see me, I’ll have so much self-respect that I’ll be like a whole new woman!”

“You better, or else you can kiss your chances of being in my films goodbye,” Hanazono scolded. “Now, can you please just buy your dildos already so I can get out of here?”

“Huh? Oh, right, the cocks!” Miu handed Angel her credit card and finished the transaction.

“Finally…” Hanazono paid for her gallon-drums of lube and began wheeling them out to her car on a dolly. “See you next time, Angel!”

“Goodbye, my dear!” Angel called out after the redhead. “And remember to let me know if you ever reconsider doing a collaboration between Focus and Atua!”

“Great… now all I have to do is master this ‘self-respect’ shit and I’ll finally make it to the pervy big-time! Then I’ll finally have hard proof that I’m as sexy as any bitch here!” Miu said as she triumphantly pumped her fists. “Oh, and speaking of sexy; have you installed that ‘little gift’ that I’ve got you before yet?”

“Ah, yes; the Curie’s Adjustable Glory Hole! Indeed we have!” Angel replied, nodding. “That wall was getting old anyway, so we appreciate the replacement. Although, I’ve noticed that girls have so far been too scared to use it. Which, I have to admit, is pretty understandable; there’s little reason not to use a one-size-fits-most version, is there?”

“Heh, that’s because sluts lack imagination!” Miu replied. “Let me show you what you can do if you can rub more than two brain cells together!”

With that, Miu walked into the women’s bathroom and entered the stall at the far end. Inside, on the wall connecting the women’s bathroom to the men’s, there was a strange metallic plate on the wall that sort of resembled a camera shutter. Next to the plate there was a panel with two buttons: an up and down arrow. Pressing the up arrow, Miu was able to make the metal shutter move and, just like a camera, made the opening to the men’s room smaller. Miu smiled at this, happy that her invention was working as intended, but she needed a much bigger opening for what she wanted to do.

Miu then held the down arrow button, opening the shutter as far as it would go, creating an aperture about the size of a suitcase. Miu then took her bikini-clad breasts and put them through the hole, turning her chest into a wall-mounted bust. A minute or so later, Miu heard someone enter the bathroom on the other side and then pick her stall.

“Woah!? Holy shit!” she heard a man gasp. “I don’t remember that being here the last time I stopped by. Did Angel sculpt these?”

“Nope!” Miu cut in, a wide smile on her face. “These might look like marble, but they’re 100% organic and squishy! And today’s your lucky day, bub, because I’m going to let you handle them for free! Go fucking nuts!”

“Seriously? Wow…” There was the sound of pants unzipping. “Never thought I’d ever get a titfuck like this, but I can’t say that I’m complaining!”

A moment later, Miu felt a man’s long, hard cock press between her breasts, apply some lube, and start thrusting.

“Yes! It’s working just as intended!” Miu thought to herself with a smile as she sat on the stall’s toilet lid. “Now I can just sit back, relax, and let this schlub worship my tits while I focus on other things.”

Miu let out a soft moan as she felt the man grip her breasts and thrust harder as she took out a pen and a small notepad to start brainstorming inventions.

“N-now, once my Perpetual Fucking Machine is done, what should I invent next?” Miu mused, crossing her legs as she felt her nipples harden. “Teleportation hasn’t been perfected yet… maybe I could give it a shot with a teleporting cock ring? Or what about an app that will let you know if a guy is really too big for you or not? Decisions, decisions…”

“Ah! So fucking good!” The guy on the other side grunted as he thrust his hips as hard as possible, making Miu’s jugs bounce up and down in the bathroom stall. “Such a perfect rack! I can’t remember the last time I’ve touched a pair so soft!”

“Guuuh!” Miu squirmed as she felt her panties get wet. “H-hey, I appreciate the compliments, but could you k-keep it down a little! I’m trying to c-concentrate!”

“I’m trying, but it’s hard with breasts this amazing! They’re so good that I swear, I’d marry them if I could!” the man grunted, his precum by now joining the lube in soaking Miu’s breasts.

“G-aaaah!” Miu moaned again, her nipples now so hard that they were visible through her bikini top. “F-fine, you can keep talking but… d-don’t expect me to talk about how turned on your cock is making me feel!”

“Wait, you mean I really feel… that good?” the man grunted.

“Uh, er… just keep thrusting, dumbass! Take your own advice, and don’t look a good pair of tits in the mouth!” Miu scolded.

“Y-yes ma’am!” The man replied, enjoying the rest of his time with Miu with only the occasional compliment. Then as he felt himself getting close, he gave a few last powerful thrusts and exploded between her squeezing breasts, spraying down her whole chest with his thick white spunk.

“Aaaaah… glad I could satisfy you, bub~” Miu said contently as she felt a slight tingle between her thighs. The stranger’s manhandling was nice, but the fact that he actually thought Miu was sexy enough to cum on excited her more than anything else. “You’ll need a few more dates before I’ll let you marry my rack though! Ahahah!”

With that, Miu pulled herself back out of the glory hole and closed the shutter. She considered walking out with the semen still on her chest just so she could rub in the face (figuratively, and perhaps literally) of any poor girl who happened to pass by. But the last time she did something like that she almost got arrested, so she ultimately cleaned herself up with some toilet paper and went back outside.

“Yep; works like a charm, just like I knew it would!” Miu said proudly as she picked her new dildos up off Angel’s counter. “Catch you later, super slut! Keep sucking dicks for charity, or whatever!”

“Goodbye, my dear! May Atua continue to watch over you and your wonderful experiments!” Angel said, continuing to speak even after Miu had already left. “You may not realize it, but we are not that different, you and I~”

An indeterminate amount of time, sweat, grease, and even a few tears later, Miu was finally ready to pull her latest invention out of her workshop. It didn’t turn out quite as sexy as she had hoped it would look, but she figured she could always fix that later. Right now, she wanted to test to see if this thing actually worked, and she needed a test subject for that.

“Hey, Kaidiot! Where are you!?” Miu shouted as she kicked open the front door to her apartment. “I need to put your fat ass to good use for once, so get out here before I release the skank-seeking nanobots again!”

Miu waited for a few moments, the oversized, silver machine still in her arms, before she realized that she wasn’t going to get a response.

“O-oh… she’s, uh… not here.” Miu’s stance audibly drooped. “Th-that’s just fine… it’s not like I actually care about her that much. I mean, yeah, she’s my only friend, and the main reason I’m not homeless or dead right now but… I-I can make new best friends! Yeah! I’ll just go out to a bar or something and socialize, or-”

“Hey, Miu! I’m home!” Kaede said as she walked in behind Miu.

“Oh thank fucking Christ!” Miu dropped her invention and began to kiss Kaede’s sneakers. “Please don’t leave me like that again! I missed you so much!”

“Chill out, Miu! I was just gone for the night!” Kaede said with a laugh. “I was here earlier for a bit as well, but since all I found of you was a note saying ‘out for cocks’ I decided to go hang out with another friend instead.”

“Wait… other friend?” Miu looked up from Kaede’s shoes and saw Komaru in a blue dress standing behind Kaede. “Oh… it’s you. Augh…”

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you!” the younger girl greeted. “I mean, I guess we sorta met before, but it was always when you were asleep or it was just over the phone. So, I guess I mean… it’s nice to officially meet you in person! You’re just as pretty as Kaede said you were!”

“Ah! Really!?” Miu stood up and blushed. “W-wait, this isn’t some sort of reverse-psychology bullshit, right? She actually called me gorgeous and not pig-ugly, r-right?”

“Miu, do you even need to ask at this point? Of course, I did!” Kaede said with a playful eye-roll as she shut the door behind her. “Anyways, what’s that thing lying on the ground over there? Is it some sort of… coat rack for dildos?”

“Huh? Oh, you mean this thing!” Miu picked up her new invention and showcased it proudly to her friends. “This is the latest and greatest brainchild of mine, the Perpetual Fucking Machine! It, uh, can’t actually go forever just yet, but I still believe I’ve managed to revolutionize the world of female self-pleasure! Normally when we flick our beans, we do it with little cute toys that just provide the bare-minimum stimulation. Sure, bigger dildos exist too, but those take so much work to use, and it just can’t compare to getting properly fucked by some big, strong stud! But this… this will finally allow us to get properly railed whenever we want!”

Miu took the girls into Kaede’s bedroom and laid down the PFM onto Kaede’s bed. She then plugged it in and turned it on, causing the attached dildos to start piston back and forth.

“As you can see, this baby not only has intense thrusting action with self-lubricating dildos that you can adjust with a remote, but it also has a bunch of other great features!” Miu bragged. “For instance, there’s the option to attach a heated seat onto the bottom of the dildo, so it’ll feel like a guy is actually clapping your cheeks! And there’s an option to make it feed you too, a special option to control your TV with your cunt if you can squeeze hard enough, and even has a hand to hold for those extra intimate fantasies! With this baby, I can guarantee that you’ll never want to get out of bed again!”

“Wow, Miu! That’s super impressive!” Komaru gasped as she examined the many intricate parts of the machine. “But, uh, also really sad? I mean, even if this is more convenient, won’t the fact that it’s so close to the real thing, make girls long for it even more? And the hand thing is sorta creepy if you think about it…”

“Sad!?” Miu instantly felt like she had shrunk 3 sizes. “W-well, I tried my best and, uh, it’s… just a prototype! Er, yes, that’s it! A prototype that you haven’t even tried yet, so… your opinion is double invalid!”

“Oh! You mean you’ll actually let me test this thing!?” Komaru’s eyes lit up with silver sparkles. “That would be amazing! I always wanted to be part of a science experiment ever since I saw Frankenstien as a kid!”

“Er, actually, I was sorta hoping for Kaede to be the one to test it,” Miu pointed out sheepishly.

“Then we can both do it! That way, you’ll have a bigger sample size for your ‘experiment’,” Kaede said with a wink as she began to strip off her clothes. “Plus, it’ll help with a little something I have planned.”

Kaede, now naked except for her panties, stepped closer to Miu.

“You know my friend Shuichi, right?” she whispered. “I think he’d very much like to see this bad boy of yours in action, don’t you?”

“S-Shuichi?!” Miu’s knees quivered as she thought back to the handsome man and the way he treated her body. “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to share a clip with him…”

“Great! Then let’s get ready!” Kaede kicked off her panties and got on her hands and knees in front of PFM and spread her ass cheeks wide. “Come on, Komaru! Let’s see what this thing can do!”

“Alright!” Komaru replied as she got on the bed beside Kaede. “But, uh, in case this somehow kills us, please tell my parents that I was killed by a serial killer, or an alligator, or something cool like that, okay?”

“Don’t worry; I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I’m not about to start today!” Miu promised as she picked up Kaede’s phone from her abandoned clothes. “Now get ready, sluts, because we’re about to get started!”

Miu watched with silent glee as two of the three dildos - the large for Kaede and the medium for Komaru - slipped inside her friends. Then, as the machine built up its pace, she brought up Shuichi’s starred contact and sent him a text message.

“Hey Shuichi, have you got a moment?” her text read.

“Yes, of course,” Shuichi wrote back without hesitation. “Did you need something?”

“Sorta,” Miu replied, smirking to herself. “I’m going to video call you in a sec. Make sure your volume is turned down and no one else is around, ok?”

“Ummm… ok?” Shuichi did as he was told, and when the other side connected, he was surprised to see it wasn’t Kaede, but Miu on the other end. The inventor panned out to show both Kaede and Komaru on their knees, both being fucked by sex machines but neither of them were restrained in any way.

“H-hey Shuichi! The t-two of us… w-we’re testing Curie’s latest i-i-invention! T-thought you might… a-appreciate it!” Kae explained.

“You’ll never walk again girls! Not when I shift into…. Maximum Overdrive!!” Miu cackled, flipping a switch from ‘Low’ to ‘Mild’ to ‘High’ to ‘Ruin all future sex’ to ‘MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE’. The effect was immediate. Komaru and Kaede all started to moan whorishly and their eyes took on a glazed look and started rolling back. Behind them, the machine pumping dildos in and out of their pussies whirred to their top speeds, their gears spinning so fast they let out smoke. The dildos themselves were almost a blur, moving as fast as they physically could without hurting either of the women. Kaede was handling the situation shockingly well, moaning softly into the ground in front of her as if she was receiving a gentle massage. Komaru, on the other hand, looked like her mind was legitimately broken, with her eyes glazed over as she drooled all over the floor from what felt like an endless stream of orgasms.

“Gahaha! Now this is what I’m talking about!’ Miu laughed as she watched her friends’ brains get fucked out. “How do you like that, Shuichi? Quite the show, huh? Why, I bet with just a few tweaks I could get this baby to be more addictive than crack! What do you think?”

Miu looked back at Kaede’s phone and was disappointed to see that Shuichi had paused the stream.

“What!? He stopped watching!?” Miu asked, struggling not to to tear up a little. “How could he!? He’s the first guy to ever see the beautiful bounty of my brain, and he doesn’t even watch the whole video!?”

“C-calm down, Curie… he’s probably at work, so he probably–ah! Couldn’t watch for very long,” Kaede pointed out between her moans.

“That’s no excuse!” Miu crossed her arms in frustration. “Ungrateful little… I should invent a tiny dildo made of asbestos and name it after him!”

“H-hey, th-that’s mean, Miu!” moaned Komaru. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to make ma-... make ma… make you ma- ah, aaaaaaaahh!” Komaru cut herself off as another powerful orgasm suddenly rocked her body and she squirted uncontrollably onto Kaede’s bedspread. “O-okay, that’s enough! Uncle, uncle!”

“Hmph? You’ve got an uncle kink? Interesting,” Miu said as she scratched her chin. “I always preferred ‘daddy’ myself, but if that’s what gets you off…”

“No, Miu! I think she’s saying she wants to stop!” Keade cut in.

“Oh! Right! Uh, my bad!” Miu pressed a button on her remote and Komaru’s dildo slowly pulled out of her sore, overstimulated pussy. She flopped forward onto Kaede’s bed a moment later, sweat soaking every inch of her body as a mixture of lube and arousal slowly leaked out of her cunt onto the bed sheets underneath her.

“Aaah… so… good! That was amazing, Miu!” Komaru gasped as she finally got some of her strength back. “I know I’m an escort and all, but I wouldn’t be above paying to use that thing!”

“Really? Hmm, maybe I actually could make some good cash by renting this thing out to people… it would certainly be more economical than selling it!” Miu mused as Kaede continued to be fucked. “Hell, maybe I could use my brains to make a whole bunch of inventions like this and then open some sort of… sexy theme park!’

“I, ah! Don’t think that would be very sanitary!” Kaede pointed out. “But, I admire your ambition!”

“Tch! Another pleb who can’t understand my genius… that’s fine! You’ll all see how brilliant I am one day! Especially Akina and my dad!” the Ultimate Inventor exclaimed.

“Uh… what are you talking about?” Komaru asked as she finally regained enough strength to stand back up again.

“Er, uh, I mean…” Miu glanced nervously at Kaede’s phone and turned it off just before Shuichi was about to check on her. “I don’t think Shuichi’s coming back, so, uh… if you’re not going to appreciate my machine, then I might as well use it instead! Move to the side, lardass!”

“L-lard ass!?” Komaru blushed as Miu took off her thong and shorts and placed one of the heated cushions behind one of the unused dildos.

“Don’t worry, she means it affectionately!” Kaede was quick to cut in. “Right, Miu?”

“Yeah, yeah, just let me get fucked already!” Miu said as she inserted her dildo into her already-moist cunt. “I don’t want to stop until I lose at least one or two IQ points! I’ve got more than enough to spare, so it wouldn’t hurt!”

“Heh, if you say so, Miu!” Kaede said as she turned Miu’s part of the machine on. “Do you think you’ll last as long as Komaru did?”

“O-of course I will! I’m not a quick shot!” Miu snapped, though she was already moaning quite loudly. “In fact, you can bet on it!”

“Ooh! I’ll take that bet!” Komaru said eagerly. “How about… 1000 yen?”

“Y-you’re on!” Miu answered as she clutched the machine’s fake human hand. “Time us, tiny tits!”

“Seriously? You know you never win these bets, right?” said Kaede.

“Are you just going to give your opinion, Kaeidiot, or are you going to help me show normie here what a real woman can do with her body?” Miu snapped, her hand massaging her breasts through her bikini top.

“Fine, you asked for it.” Kaede rolled her eyes and activated the timer on her phone. “On your mark… get set… go!”

Needless to say, Miu was a thousand yen poorer just a few minutes later but, just like always, pleasure helped make the stress of losing melt right away.