Shuichi wakes up with Mukuro and Maki.

When Shuichi woke up to the sound of his alarm clock the next morning, his eyes fluttered open and he looked down to see that Maki and Mukuro were both exactly where he had left them; snuggling up against his sides as they slept peacefully. Shuichi’s comforter, on the other hand, had apparently fallen off the bed during the night, but the comforting warmth of the two women around him meant that he wasn’t even the slightest bit cold. Their breathing was shallow and peaceful as well, and their warm breath felt like butterflies against his skin.

“Wow… so this is what this is like.” Shuichi thought to himself. He smiled and caressed both Maki and Mukuro’s cheeks, enamored with the feel of their soft skin and the way their faces subtly shifted in reaction to his touch. “I wish I could stay here and watch this all day… but, unfortunately, I have work that I have to go to.”

Careful not to disturb his lovers too much, Shuichi reached over to his nightstand to turn off his alarm clock and began shimmying his way out of bed. Once out, he put on some boxers and an undershirt and went to his kitchen to start cooking a breakfast of steamed rice and fried fish.

Maki and Mukuro both came out of his bedroom a few moments later, both yawning as they took their seats at Shuichi’s dining table. Mukuro had apparently found one of Shuichi’s white button-up dress shirts to wear as makeshift pajamas, while Maki chose to wear Shuichi’s black dress shirt he was wearing the night before. In Mukuro’s case, Shuichi’s shirt fit very well, though it did almost nothing to cover up the panties she was wearing underneath, while in Maki’s case her body was so lithe that the hem was able to form a short skirt.

“Ah; good morning, you two,” Shuichi greeted with a soft smile as he looked up from the fish on his skillet. “I hope that you slept well, and that I didn’t accidentally **** you onto any of the wet spots in the night.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I slept like a baby,” Maki assured him. “Though, I guess I’m not exactly a picky sleeper either. Compared to some of the other places I’ve slept on missions, your bed is practically perfect.”

“Let me guess, your bed. It’s too soft, isn’t it?” Mukuro replied. “When I worked overseas, I’d often sleep on the ground and use rocks as a pillow, like a caveman. Now I’m home, lying on my bed, and it’s like…”

“Lying on a marshmallow. Yeah, that’s exactly what that’s like,” Maki answered. “I had to move fast to avoid getting caught on missions, so I couldn’t have a sleeping bag to slow me down. I hate to say it, but I got so used to it that the ground almost started feeling better than normal beds.”

“You should try some of my old company’s shampoo sometime if you ever have to do that again; it’s designed to help get dirt out of your hair,” said Mukuro.

“Don’t worry about that; those days are long behind her.” Shuichi walked to the dining table and gave the girls their food before holding Maki’s hand reassuringly. “She’s safe now.”

Maki smiled and rubbed the back of Shuichi’s hand against her cheek. “Thank you, Shuichi… for everything.”

“It’s no problem at all.” Shuichi replied before getting his and Mukuro’s food and sitting down at the table as well. “I hope you don’t mind if breakfast is a little bit basic. I need to start getting ready to leave so I didn’t have time to cook anything fancy.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Shuichi,” Mukuro said as she took her first bite. “Your food is more than good enough as it is.”

“Thank you.” Shuichi bowed his head and gave a quick prayer in thanks before starting his food as well. “So, what do you girls have planned for today? More work, or will you be taking time for yourselves?”

“Well, as much as I’d love to take the day off, I still have bills to pay,” Maki replied through a mouthful of fish. “I’m thinking that tonight I might try to be more… forward with my approach tonight. Wear something skimpier, and maybe play with a butterfly knife to show how ‘dangerous’ the Ultimate Assassin is.”

“A butterfly knife? Are those legal in the city?” Shuichi asked.

“I honestly don’t know, but as long as no police see then that hardly matters. And trust me when I say that I am very, very good at hiding knives from the cops.” Maki answered. “What about you, Mukuro?”

“Well, I don’t have anything officially on my schedule, but Pandora will undoubtedly need help running the shop tonight,” Mukuro answered as she put down her plate, the first to finish her food. “That won’t be for a while, though. Are you sure that your bosses won’t mind if you show up to work a little bit late, Shuichi?” Mukuro reached over and grabbed Shuichi’s hand. “We could all spend some more time together, if you wanted.”

Shuichi thought about it for a moment and let out a short sigh. “Sorry, Mukuro, but today isn’t special; I have to show up to work on time just like anybody else.” Shuichi pulled himself out of Mukuro’s grip and picked up everyone’s dishes to take to the sink. “Is it alright if I grab the shower first?”

“Sure; Mukuro and I can clean up the dishes while you’re in,” Maki offered.

Shuichi smiled and shut the bathroom door behind him as Maki swiftly got to work cleaning and washing everything in the kitchen.

“Thanks again for giving me a chance last night,” Mukuro said as she walked up behind Maki, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl so they could both wash the dishes together. “I know it must have been a little bit hard to experiment like that.”

“Hey, don’t mention it; I had a lot of fun last night too, you know. I can even still feel some of the things we did.” Maki shifted her legs a little, unable to stop herself from rubbing her sensitive clit against the front of her panties. “I’m still getting used to orgasming this much in a single day… in fact, I’m still kind of getting used to orgasms in general.”

“Really?” Mukuro leaned down and kissed Maki on the side of the neck. “Well, now that we’re more thoroughly acquainted, I could help you out with that if you want.”

“You mean… without Shuichi?” Maki paused her washing for a moment. “I might try that sometime… but don’t think that will mean I’ll go any easier on you when we’re sparring.”

Mukuro smiled and kissed Maki’s neck again. “Of course not… I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, we could use this as a kind of motivation.” Mukuro pressed her hands into Maki’s stomach, right over her womb. “If you manage to defeat me, I’ll let you do whatever you want with my body for an entire day.”

“Anything?” Maki could feel her body heat up a few degrees. “And what exactly would you expect me to do? Tie you up and whip you?”

“If that’s what you wanted.” Mukuro’s hands dipped a little lower. “I wouldn’t mind; I’ve done worse while in Fenrir.”

“Hmm.. alright then, it’s a bet,” Maki replied. “Just hope you’ll be ready to submit soon, because I’ll be beating you tonight.”

“So you say…” Mukuro rolled her eyes and returned to washing dishes. “So you say.”

A few minutes later, Shuichi reemerged from the bathroom, drying his hair and with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Alright, the bathroom is all yours,” Shuichi announced. “Say, after you girls are done, would you like me to drive you girls back to the red-light district? It’s on the way to my office.”

“Actually, I was thinking Maki and I could stay here for a little while,” Mukuro answered. “You still have your bedsheets to clean, laundry to do, and Maki still needs to figure out how to get rid of that gaudy statue. We don’t have to be anywhere until this afternoon at the latest, so why don’t we just stay to take care of it? We could even get some groceries and practice our cooking together a bit more.”

“Yeah, I suppose that makes sense, but you’d still need to lock the door when you leave, and for that you’d need… my spare key.” Shuichi hesitated for a moment before moving to retrieve a small silver key from his bedroom. “Alright… here you go.”

Shuichi placed the key into Maki’s hand, and although he didn’t say it she knew this was a big deal to him. This was probably the first time he ever shared his home key with anyone, let alone someone he was intimate with.

“Thank you, Shuichi… I promise that we’ll take good care of your home while you’re gone,” Maki assured him, holding the key close to her chest.

“That’s good to hear.” Shuichi kissed Maki on the cheek before moving onto Mukuro. “You can find the laundry room on the first floor, okay? Oh, and feel free to stop by whenever you’d like, okay?”

“We’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Mukuro replied as Shuichi went to put on his work clothes. “I hope you have a good day at work.”

“Yeah…” Shuichi blushed as he thought about what his ‘good’ days at work had been like over the last two weeks. “I’ll, uh, do my best.”

With that, Shuichi gathered up his things and left the apartment, leaving Maki and Mukuro alone. True to their word, they quickly got to work cleaning things up, finishing in the kitchen before showering themselves and then gathering up all of Shuichi’s dirty bed sheets and clothes and taking them down to the laundry room on the first floor.

“Wow… they actually have air conditioning in here,” Maki said as they both walked in. “This place is already better than my laundromat.”

“My sister does all of my laundry - she insists that she uses her special washing machine and detergent for everything,” Mukuro replied as they loaded a machine full. “She claims that it makes them look better, but I never notice any difference myself.”

“Well, maybe what she meant is that the way she washes her clothes means that they’ll wear out less quickly,” a new voice suddenly interjected.

Surprised, the two girls looked around the laundry room until they found the source of the voice: a woman with silver-white hair and golden yellow eyes. She was wearing a sports bra, spat shorts, an open layer cardigan, and blue socks with cat paw print patterns on them. The spats in particular accentuated her curves rather well, though perhaps she could stand to wear them a size larger; they clung to her waist tightly. Despite the air-conditioned room, she clearly wasn’t cold, as her slender legs were on full display as well. In fact, her cheeks seemed slightly rosy, as if she’d recently been exercising. She seemed to be eyeing Maki and Mukuro inquisitively as she sat down onto a bench next to an empty laundry basket, putting the two girls a bit on edge.

“Now, I don’t believe I’ve seen you lovely ladies around here before. Did you just recently move here? No, not likely. You must’ve stayed the night with someone. Either that, or you make very interesting fashion choices…” She trailed off for a moment, though she didn’t seem to care about the fact that she wasn’t wearing much more than them. She continued, “and from what I can tell by the clothes you have, you girls stayed at Shuichi’s place.”

“So? What’s it to you?” Maki asked, shooting the new girl one of her deadly glares. “You’re not in the habit of getting into other people’s business, are you? Because who he may or may not have had over is none of your concern.”

“Whoa, easy there, it’s all right!” The mysterious woman took a step back and held up her hands defensively. “I didn’t mean anything by it; Shuichi’s just a friend and neighbor of mine; I’d recognize those shirts anywhere. And don’t worry, I won’t be telling his bosses or friends or anything like that; I’d never do fellow escorts dirty like that.”

“Oh… so you work at the red-light district too?” Maki visibly relaxed at that revelation. “I’m sorry if we’ve met before and I don’t recognize you; that place just has too many faces to remember.”

“Don’t worry; I don’t actually work the street,” the silver-haired girl replied. “My name is Tendou, and I work at a place closer to uptown called the Paramour Maid Café. Basically, it’s my job to make our guests feel like proper lords and ladies while catering to their every whim.”

“Ah, so you specialize in roleplay then? You’re lucky; a lot of women would kill for sex work that safe,” Mukuro said as she started her washing machine. “Is there any chance that Shuichi has visited that café himself?”

“Indeed; he wandered in from the street smelling of **** hoping to get some caffeine to help him sober up. I didn’t have the chance to service him myself, but I made sure he was well taken care of,” Tendou answered. “What about you two? How did you come to be hired by such a gentleman?”

“Actually, we were here because we were on a date with him,” Mukuro answered. “A normal one… well, as normal as you can get with three people.”

“Yeah; Shuichi hired me once, but ever since then we’ve been seeing each other just as…” Maki chose her next words carefully. “As good friends.”

“Ah, so it’s like that then? I suppose that explains why you’re taking the extra step of washing his clothes and sheets.” Tendou giggled. “I’m glad to hear that you’ve been getting along so well. So, are you two responsible for that lipstick-covered shirt that I saw him down here with a few days ago?”

“Uh, actually… that was someone else,” Mukuro replied with a light blush.

“Hmm? So even with two beautiful women sharing a bed with him, he isn’t satisfied? Interesting.” Tendou smirked to herself. “Perhaps he’s the kind of guy who’s more suited to having a mansion full of girls rather than just an apartment full.”

“That’s funny… You say that like it would be a good thing,” said Mukuro.

“What can I say? The idea of having a Master who’s worthy of something like that does have some appeal to me,” Tendou replied. “I know that’s just a fantasy, but a girl can dream.”

“I suppose there’s no harm in that,” Maki mused. “It looks like your laundry is just about done, by the way.”

“Ah, so it is.” Tendou neatly emptied her washing machine into her laundry basket and prepared to take it to the driers in the next room. “It was nice meeting you two; if you come back around here, we’ll have to talk again. Maybe I can show you some of my maid skills while I’m at it.”

“We’ll keep that in mind. And don’t worry, I have a feeling we’ll have plenty of opportunities to meet again,” Maki said as she and Mukuro bid the maid goodbye. “Alright, so when the clothes are done, do you think you could help me figure out a way to get that statue back to my place without anyone seeing it?”

“Sure thing; all we need is a bedsheet and a mover, and we can get to your place in a few minutes flat,” Mukuro replied. “Do you really know someone who you can sell it to, though? If Shuichi wasn’t so generous, I doubt that that thing would have ever been sold in the first place.”

“You’ve obviously never met an otaku then,” Maki countered. “My landlord has stuff that’s ten times worse in his bedroom, and he doesn’t even bother hiding it when people come by. If I play my cards right, I might even get a few months off rent for it.”

“If you say so.” Mukuro cracked her neck as the washing machine’s spin cycle finally came to an end. “Now, come on; let’s hang these back at Shuichi’s apartment, and we can go move the statue while they’re drying.”