The Power of Two

What a strange mix of emotions I feel.

Two women sleeping soundly in each arm, yet my stomach was in the pits of twisting turmoil.

To make such a concoction we need a few ingredients. First take a healthy base scoop of utter elation, a heaping dollop of studly pride, a kilogram of euphoria, and a zesty pinch of hope that something will happen this morning.

Then we start mixing in thoughts of how you may have just taken advantage of twisting dimensions, grab a handful of guilt, pour in nine litres of anxiety, fold in two dead arms with pins and needles, destroy the mix with layers and layers of fear about how this will affect friendships and the hyperspermia and sudden pregnancies and… yeah. Let me stay in this double-titty oven until I’m royally cooked.

It was probably a mistake. But they enjoyed it. But I should have taken care of it myself. But they wanted to help. But we really shouldn’t have gone all the way to sex. But they were begging for it. But what if they’re affected by the same thing that Ann and the others have? But-

“Morning, Guinea Pig.”

My eyes shot around to the goth in my left arm. The way the warm morning sunlight caught her features was magnificent, catching my breath in my chest as all the bad ingredients seemed to fall to the wayside.

“M-morning…”

She just smiled at me and my awkwardness. Still laying on her side, heavy chest rhythmically raising with her morning breaths, having no energy to raise her head… or being too comfortable in my arm to want to move. “How is the patient today?”

“A lot better, th-thank you.” I responded honestly. Even with this weird condition, it felt like I’d been mostly drained of the tension from yesterday. My hardening dick only a testament to how hot the two ladies I was lying with were. “And are you feeling good?”

“That I am. I had my theories, but I must admit you are an excellent lover, Guinea Pig.” Her sexy voice travelled a shorter and shorter distance as she reached up and pecked my cheek. Probably leaving one last black smudge on my person. “It’s been a while since I’ve woken up so fulfilled.”

I was enamoured, still not believing I’d done the sex thing at all, let alone that I was good at it!

“Do you have to go soon…?” I asked, hoping that the answer would be no.

With one last sad smile, she started to move off of my arm, “Real life beckons, I’m afraid. My regular patients are coming in soon, and I shouldn’t keep them waiting. Hopefully the guy from last night doesn’t come in… Also, before I go, I should tell your father downstairs about your condition before I go.”

“He’s, uh…” I trailed off. How do I describe Sojiro without it being weird? He’s not even my guardian now, since I’m 18… would she have to tell my actual parents? Honestly, I don’t even know if they’d care. They probably wouldn’t even phone if I died on national television… “...let’s say step-dad. And does he have to know?”

Suddenly the naked body of Sadayo sat up, yawning and stretching next to me, “Mnnn!! Ahh… It’s still a medical condition, you know. It’s awkward, but it’ll be way more embarrassing for you if he doesn’t know… Almost as embarrassed as I am, lusting over one of my students…” She mumbled that last part, but it didn’t sting any less.

With my arms free I was finally able to sit up with them, “Sorry…”

After a beat and a raised eyebrow, the naked woman just flicked me in the nose. “Quit apologising. Firstly, you should feel elated that it happened. Secondly, I’m not blaming you. I just wasn’t expecting myself to get that horny after your second shot.”

“I felt a similar surge of endorphins,” Tae said, being the first to leave the bed, “Perhaps you reduced our stress so much that all that was left was lust? Or we both just realised our attraction to you at a similar time.”

Both hot as fuck theories… but not where my mind had gone.

Had I been a carrier for the hypothetical Meta-Verse virus? Was being around me the catalyst for what caused these two to go from friends to fuck buddies in just under an hour? Could this be a growing epidemic of horny women?!

If any of the answers to these questions were ‘yes’, then the world was in big trouble.

And if not, then I only had potentially impregnating my teacher to worry about.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised how much you glance at my bare breasts, considering how much you stare at them in class,” yawned Kawakami, not giving me a chance to resist as she stretched her arms above her head to let her baps bounce in place.

“Funny. He always had eyes for my thighs.” Tae added on.

“I-I thought you two liked it?”

It was a weak ass defence, but they both seemed to smile at the idea. “Maybe I do. I did use the girls to squeeze your dick pretty hard last night.” Kawakami gave her right boob a hefty squeeze to really make my eyes bulge.

“Piercing eyes of the leader of the Phantom Thieves does have an appeal~” To punctuate her point, Tae slapped her only pantie clad ass to let her whole lower half jiggle in place. “And speaking of things we like, there’s something we forgot to do last night.”

I had no idea what she was talking about until she walked over, grabbed the sheets, and whipped them off of me. My full nakedness and towering cock now embarrassingly in view of both of them again.

“Jesus, I know I shouldn’t judge, but after what we went through, it’s astounding to me that you’re so hard again.” Kawakami awed while lightly stroking my erection. “Youth isn’t wasted on you.”

I was more concerned about what Tae wanted, though before I could ask, my phone was passed to me. “H-huh?”

“We never got photos of us with your penis,” She hummed nonchalantly, Kawakami making an astounded noise and a face that looked shocked she’d forgotten as well, “Making you cum definitely took precedence, but we should still do your friendship fellatio properly~”

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Kawakami and Takemi were gone now. One wanting to chat with my guardian before she left, the other avoiding eye contact with him on her way out. Leaving with me a most fantastical gift, being multiple photos of them smiling with my cock in or around their mouths.

The trading card game these photos would sell a zillion copies. I had so many rare cards here. Double tip kissing, nipple shaft rubbing, ball licking, Tae comparing my size to her forearm, Kawakami pushing my tip into the inside of her cheek, and finally the super rare card of a one-man bukkake on both of their faces.

They’d really gotten into it, especially when I accidentally said the quiet part out loud and asked if they were attracted to each other. Can’t blame me with how much they kept sharing my cum back and forth. Tae ended up running a little late as they sensually cleaned up my jism from each other, then shared her number with Kawakami for ‘pills to help with stress’. Quite an electric energy for them, which was pretty hot for me. The event was magical though, leaving me happy, drained, and enthused…

…hang on…

I had a message from last night that I missed.

Ann: fun night out with the girls!

Ann: gonna join next time Ren-Ren?

Ann Sent A Picture:

Oh fucking Jesus Christ on a cocaine cracker.

A rare, SSS, shiny, foil card has just been unlocked.

Though I had assumed they’d still be at each other’s necks, instead three of my female teammates were together at a board game café. Plenty of games and drinks appeared to have been shared from the state of the table, though my eyes were definitely more drawn to the fact that all four women were posing for the camera… with their panties in hand. Holding the strings in their fingers to drape it in front of their chests. Only Ann didn’t appear in the picture, instead taking the photo while holding her panties on the right side of the frame.The real kicker was… they had ‘FOR REN’ written across the fabric, implying such incredible things that my dick could only fathom in growth. Their reactions were priceless too. Beet red Haru trying to keep her shaky smile, Makoto refusing to look at the camera, and Futaba grinning having drawn an extra doodle of a Featherman on hers.

This was insanity, yet also insanely hot. They weren't fighting over me in the picture. D-does that mean they came to some sort of... arrangement? Was I going to be cut apart and shared, or was it my time to be divied up? I'll be Ann's boyfriend Monday and Tuesday, Makoto's- WAIT! No! Stop listening to your dick! This... this still can't be right! I can't, this, but... what if...

“Have you told the team about your condition yet?”

I practically jumped when I heard Mona’s voice through the open window. The black cat lazily laying out on my windowsill, tail flicking errant flies as he lazed in the sun. With a frown from my pumping heart, I responded, “No. Not yet.”

“You really should, what happens if you need to cum while in the Meta-Verse?”

He had a point, but it was still awkward to actually go ahead and spread the word on the group chat, “Yeah, well, it’s still too weird telling Akechi about the amount of semen in my balls…”

“But the other guys you’re fine with?”

“...I think they’d understand. Ryuji would make a joke about how ballsy I am, though Yusuke would probably want to make an art piece about it.”

Morgana chuckled, “As long as he doesn’t ask to feel them for inspiration, I think you’re good.” He stretched out his feline form, clawing my mattress just a little, “Anyway, make sure to tell them in person, and be sure to bring some hentai into the Palace with us next time.” How was he being a mom about such a weird issue? “At least you were able to rely on your non-Phantom Thief allies for last night’s snafu.”

“R-right…” I nodded, looking back at the photo while hiding it from Morgana. Maybe if I’d gone with Futaba then something else magical could have happened… not that I was complaining about the adults at all. “...it should all be fine. You're making mountains out of molehills, I may not even need to tell anyone! What, do you think I’ll need other people’s help to make me cum?”

“Your doctor downstairs seemed to think so when she was talking with Sojiro, so I’ll go with yes.” Wait, what? She really said that? “She said masturbation won’t be effective anymore, and you’ll need plenty of companionship and evening guests to help with your condition.”

I put my sweaty hands up in a panic, “Wait, wait, wait. T-time out. That can’t be rihh… and three times a dahhh… fuck me. Are you being for real?”

“Of course I am! I wouldn’t lie about this, Joker!” He staunchly defended, “Honestly. Takemi left her private number card for you downstairs, just in case we can’t find you a girlfriend, or at least a medical professional that specialises in bla bla bla bla bla.”

Ignore cat. This is bad, isn’t it?

For the rest of my life, three times a day, I’d need to find a girl to help me cum? How the hell am I supposed to get a girlfriend or have a normal life like that?! No office is going to let me have a handy dandy cum dumpster hang out with me all day just in case my balls are feeling bloated.

Reality was changing too fast at a crazy level. I know I mostly ruled out the Meta-Verse yesterday… but…

But there was one last trick I didn’t want to pull.

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Futaba: big news updates from last night's cameras in ren's bedroom

Makoto: Please remove those cameras.

Ann: Yeah, that's messed up... but if you have gossip then you have to dish!

Futaba: ;P

Futaba: not allowed to bean spill

Futaba: ren wants to tell us himself

Futaba: and sojiro swore me to secrecy about his medical condition :X

Haru: Medical condition?!

Makoto: it isn't life threatening, is it?!

Futaba: nah, kind of, but nah

Futaba: especially with the four of us on the case ;)

Ann: damn it, now I really wanna know!

Haru: perhaps we need to arrange a meet up with Ren soon?

Makoto: I think that would be best. Today would be preferable. I don't know how long I can wait.

Futaba: queen want her king soon :eggplant emoji:

Ann: Oh! I have an idea~!

---

Okay. This was it.

The final test I thought I wouldn’t have to run. A Hail Mary that puts another’s life at risk, but will give conclusive proof that I, in fact, am not crazy.

I just needed someone who can go into the other world, but probably hasn’t visited in the last few days.

That leaves only one individual.

We had agreed to meet in a nearby back alley of Shibuya, near one of the local street artist’s Guernica’s latest pieces of art. I had to go pick up an order from Iwai later anyway, so this seemed like the perfect place to get a few things ticked off my list. Morgana was with Futaba, both of which had told me I had to attend a costume party at Ann’s later tonight. With another party at Sae and Makoto’s tomorrow. I definitely felt compelled to attend, which is why I had to get this done before then.

Now it was just playing the waiting game until they get here.

Though they might take a bit considering how annoying it was for me to find it…

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Flashback

I sighed into my phone, feeling like I’d probably rung the wrong guide for finding this art, “Okay Yusuke, you have the map on screen, yeah?”

“Correct, Joker. From what I can tell, you are close to your destination.”

Finally, “Great, I just passed Big Bang Burger. Is it down this alley to my left?”

“Right.”

“I turn right?”

“Yes, go right.”

“...but you said left?”

“I did, yes.”

“So I should turn left?”

“Yes, turn left down the alleyway.”

“What about right?”

“What about it?”

“You just said to turn right!”

“No, I said left.”

“Didn’t you say right?”

“Yes, I said right. Turn right.”

“Wha-?! I thought the art was down the left alleyway?!”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why are you telling me to go right?!”

“I didn’t.”

“Dude.”

“I don’t know why you’re so exasperated, Joker. I am giving clear instructions here.”

“Grr… fine. Let me ask one more time. Do I turn left?”

“Right.”

“...so I’m turning right?”

“Yes.”

“Not left?”

“Yes, not left.”

“So if I were to ask: ‘Do I turn left?’ You would say?”

“Yes, turn left.”

---

I just hung up on him and looked down both alleyways. It was the left one, and I’m never letting him help navigate ever again. Let’s hope my guest doesn’t phone Yusuke too-

CRASH!

“Ow!”

I turned my head to the sound, hearing a very recognizable yelp from around the corner of the alley. “Hm, you in the alley, Kasumi? Are you alright?”

“Y-yes, Senpai! I just tripped on a bin!” I heard her call out as I walked around the corner to make sure.

“Kasumi, let me help you up…”

“Thanks!”

I was not expecting to see double as soon as I turned the corner.

“O-oh! Hello!” I said to them both, looking back and forth between them, “Th-there’s two of you!”

Twin Kasumis? This wasn’t a bizarre reality effect, was it?

Kasumi Yoshizawa was a talented and upcoming gymnast. On track to be almost Olympic level, yet somehow she had wound up in my orbit of friends. I’d bumped into her on the train, then several more times after that, always with the same bubbly personality and hopeful look on the world. Hope that meant she never truly wanted to join the Phantom Thieves, even when achieving her own Persona in the other world. She was a good ally though, and a good friend.

Yet a sister had never come up in conversation.

It was strange, as one helped the other up from the floor I couldn’t help but notice pretty obvious differences between the dual Kasumis. The one that had fallen had the smile, hairstyle in a bow, and lack of glasses that I knew of Kasumi. Yet the other had a more sour look, hair down, and similar style spectacles to me. Yet… she was the one with red hair. Like they’d split apart from the same Kasumi and took some of the style of her each.

“You’d think a gymnast would be better on her feet!” Brown haired Kasumi giggled at her own foibles.

“It was probably my fault…” The dour looking one sighed, brushing off her sister briefly before hanging her head down.

“Uhm, okay…” I nodded awkwardly, feeling both weirded out by her manner, but also by my inability to read the situation properly. Mostly because I didn’t know if these ‘twins’ were a normal thing or an out there crazy thing that I wasn’t understanding. “So, I’m just going to come out and say it. You’re Kasumi, so you must be…?”

They both looked briefly at each other, then to me. “Sumire. Sumire Yoshizawa.”

“We’re twins!” Beamed her sister, placing her face next to Sumire’s to show the similarities. “Did you not know, Senpai?”

“Ohh, okay. That sounds real.” I said with a nod, making them both confused, “Have I, uh, have I met you both before?”

“Of course you have!” Okayyy, fuuuck, that isn’t gooood. I know I mostly just call her ‘Yoshizawa’ but I couldn’t possibly have done the inexcusable, right?

I cringed at myself, looking directly at Sumire with guilt locked and loaded in my heart, “...did I mistake you for Kasumi?”

Her already sadder expression got a little sadder, “Yeah, you did.”

“I’m very sorry!” I immediately apologised, bowing low, almost tempted to go to the floor, “I’m an idiot for not noticing the differences! Can you ever forgive me?!”

Sumire sounded flustered from my sudden head thrust, “U-um, y-you can raise your head, I forgive you!” She insisted, and though I wanted to keep my head down there forever, I decided not to disregard her wishes, “Our father gets us mixed up too from time to time. These things happen…”

“Thank you.” I said earnestly, earning a little bit of a smile from her, “Sorry your dad does that. I can only judge a little since I am guilty of it too… but seeing you both together… you two are a lot alike but there’s a lot different too.”

Her sad frown deepened, “Don’t I know it…”

“Don’t be like that, Sumire! Hasn’t Maruki been helping with your depression?”

“...thanks for blurting that out, sis.”

Huh, I thought it would be harder to tell them apart, but… her eyes are the ones I recognise. They’re redder than Kasumi’s, and filled with more of a deep down melancholy that I remember her having whenever we talked before.

I interupted their sister squabble to whisper to Sumire, “Um. Are you… Violet?” A bit of light seemed to appear in those eyes again as she quietly nodded back to me. “Cool. Thought so. And, uh, d-does your sister know about my… double life?”

“She does.” Kasumi smirked, clearly hearing my whisper (I mean we’re in an alleyway alone, how was I supposed to be subtle?) “Apologies Mr. Phantom Thief, but we tell each other everything. What kind of things has the man that toppled the dastardly Kamoshida been up to with my sister?” Her flair seemed to be quite intense, probably trying to match the idea of the Phantom Thieves that gets spread around online a lot.

Sumire looked nervous, “Sorry, Senpai. I wanted to come alone, but she insisted on meeting you together.”

“You were rumoured to have killed that Mr. Okumura. And planning on meeting my sister in an alleyway.” She rightfully pointed out, “Ohh! Look at that art! So pretty~”

As our guest rushed over to look at the Guernica spray painting, I was able to have a quieter hushed conversation with the cute redhead. “I’m glad you came, even with your sister. It’s good to see you, Yoshi-uh, Sumire.”

“U-um, you too, Senpai.” She nodded with a little smile.

My attention went back to Kasumi, “I’m guessing she doesn’t have a Persona then?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t.”

Having apparently amazing hearing even while her back was turned, Kasumi replied, “Sumire is the special one there. I went to the other world with her, yet no magical creature came out of me. Maybe she’s just more rebellious than me? Oh, but Cendrillon is so cool! And Sumire is super cool too. I’m honestly a little jealous.”

“Stop it…” Sumire hissed, “Y-you’re just saying that…”

I couldn’t help but empathise with dark thoughts about yourself, but seeing it on Sumire’s upset face didn’t sit right with me. She was too good of a person to be torturing herself like that. “Hey, I think you’re cool too. Does that count for something?”

Her upset frown softened considerably, and a small blush took its place. “M-maybe… thank you, Senpai.” Those big scarlet eyes sparkled up at me, and I couldn’t help but feel happy I’d helped, yet also remember how I would need a woman to help me cum in the next few hours. “So why was it you wanted to meet me?”

“Oh, right. Right! Yes, well. It’s a little bit of research I need to do in the Meta-Verse…” I scratched my chin, looking over at Kasumi. “Actualy, this makes things kind of easier. Kasumi, you know Sumire better than anyone, right?”

“Of course!”

“So if we were to go to the Meta-Verse without you, and Sumire had anything different about her, you’d be able to figure it out, right?”

They both took pause at that, looking at each other with worry, “Yes, but hang on, what are you talking about?”

“The Meta-Verse will ch-change me?”

No way to really say it without sounding sketchy as hell. “I don’t think so. But… but I have to be sure. You haven’t visited the Meta-Verse in the last week, right?”

She looked concerned still, “Y-yes, I haven’t.”

“Perfect.” I nodded, still not allieviating their worries, with a deep breath I put on my best serious voice for them, “Look, these last few days have been really, really strange for me. I have no idea why, but I’m worried things aren’t as they should be. My only guess is there could be some sort of… Meta-Verse mental virus. Again, I’m not sure. This is something that could be affecting everyone in the world, or no one at all. Either way, if I don’t figure it out then we could all be screwed, regardless if you help me out, or nothing will be wrong at all and I’m just being paranoid.” I was selling it as best I could, but doubt still plagued their identical faces, “I really need your help here, Sumire. Do you trust me?”

Her eyes looked more sure, giving me an affirmative nod, “Yes Senpai. If you think this is important, then I’ll follow you.”

“Sumire…”

The redhead spun herself round, placing her hand on her chest, “Let me do this, Kasumi. If Senpai’s right then this mental virus might already start affecting us before long. Then we’d really regret not helping when we had the chance! Don’t you trust me?”

Several beats later, the brown haired girl sighed long and hard, “Okay. I can see you won’t give this up. And I don’t want you running off on your own. I suppose all I can do is sit here and remember how amazing a sister I have.”

As they gave each other a sisterly hug I began prepping my phone, “Thank you, both of you. We’ll take about an hour to walk around Mementos, do a few training battles in there, then we’ll come back and test you on the changes. Sound good?”

Sumire raised her hands to her moderate chest in a cute clenched fists way, “It does! I’ll do my best, Senpai! Don’t worry, sis!”

As we faded from reality I could hear one tiny mumble from Sumire’s sister, “Too late…”