Agree.

With clear understanding of each other’s intentions, you two leave Odaiba and head back to Shinjuku. Your objective: find a love hotel on Christmas Eve. A difficult and annoying task even in Tokyo’s red-light district of Kabukicho.

Actually, finding one is not the hard part. They’re everywhere. Problem is they’re all full, and while it’s good to know there are a lot of people having fun tonight, you and Fujiwara-san would still very much like to join their ranks.

And it’s not like you can go back to one your houses. Fujiwara-san is staying in a normal hotel, her room right next to her parents’, and you’re staying with your family. Both options would be extremely awkward, more so considering all you went through to get them to understand you didn’t want to be **** together.

“We’re finding a room even if it’s the last thing I do.” Fujiwara-san proclaims, determined.

“A little eager, are we?” You tease, but she’s having none of it.

“YOU try going three years without sex, okay?” Pretenses, hesitance, shyness, it’s all gone.

You’re taken back and raise your hands defensively, deciding to shut your mouth for now. Women might be hard to understand, but if having five girlfriends has taught you something is that they want sex just as much as any guy. Sometimes more, even.

And that’s perfectly fine with you.

Eventually, you do manage to find a hotel. The issue this time being that the cheapest rooms are booked, and only the second most expensive room is available. Apparently, though, that’s only an issue for you, because Fujiwara-san tells you that if she’s not using her money for something this important, then what’s the point?

Surprisingly, you’re not greeted by any person at a counter, but by a sort of very elaborate vending machine. It shows pictures of the rooms, their availability, their price, the benefits they come with, extra services and everything else you might need to know. Still, you leave everything to Fujiwara-san. Considering there’s only one room available, she only has one question.

“…Do we stay for three hours or do we stay the night?”

Even spending three hours here would mean returning home by like 2:00 am. Not returning today would be even more telling, but you don’t really give much of a damn, to be honest. So the answer is simple.

“I’m fine with either. I don’t feel right telling you how to spend your money.”

Fujiwara-san swallows before tapping the touchscreen, picking the option to stay the night. That means you’ll have to tell your family you’re not getting home tonight.

…

Dammit. You take your phone and send a text message to Jonathan, asking HIM to tell your parents.

Jonathan: Look at us! Both of us getting lucky on Christmas Eve! Fine, I’ll message mom, but you’ll still have to deal with her tomorrow. P.s. Remember to use protection!

Why does he have to make things awkward?

Whatever.

You go up the building, taking the elevator to the fifth floor. Right next to the door to every room is a machine on the wall with which you pay using your preferred method. Fujiwara-san does so, unhesitant, and the door unlocks automatically with a short beep.

She goes in first and you follow, being instantly greeted by the blinding sight of PINK. Pure, absolute pink and white decorate the room. The queen-sized bed has white sheets, the walls are completely pink while the floor has white and pink stripes. There’s two long mirrors on the wall at the right of the bed, a TV on the wall in front of it and a pink loveseat to its left.

No wonder this is the only room available. This very… particular.

Fujiwara-san throws herself face down on the bed and groans.

“I really look ****, don’t I?” She asks, her voice muffled by the bed. “We JUST officially got together and I already dragged you into a love hotel.”

“…I think we earned the right.” You offer, taking your eyes off the room. “We did go on like 5 dates before this. That’s… actually more than any of the others.” You chuckle nervously.

The nurse supports her body on her forearms and looks back at you. “Really?”

You nod, taking a seat next to her on the bed, her shapely behind right next to you. Deciding to start things and testing the waters to see if she really does enjoy what she says she enjoys, you start revealing a few secrets.

“I actually did it with Emma on our first date.” You move your hand and start fondling her ass as you tell her this. You see her shudder, but it’s hard to tell if it’s at your words or at the physical contact.

“Y-You did?” She asks, her eyes darting from your hand on her butt to your eyes.

“Well, right after the first date, really.” You clarify with a chuckle. “I stayed at her place, but nothing happened. Then we watched a movie… and before we knew it I was fucking her on her bed.” You say, going for the aggressive approach. You feel like you have to **** it out a bit, like how you have to **** yourself to be more aggressive with Sophia. Still, you try to get in the right mindset.

She wants to hear this. She wants to know what you’ve done with other women. It excites her, you can see it in her eyes and the way her body is reacting to your touch. She’s shifting in place as you allow yourself to enjoy fondling her ass.

“We spent the whole weekend together. We couldn’t get enough.”

She lets out a soft moan as she closes her eyes, enjoying your touch accompanied by the mental image. You take your hand lower, your fingers softly massaging her crotch through her jeans.

“Ah…!” She moans louder and bites her lips. “Yes.” She sits up and starts unbuttoning her coat, allowing herself an eager smile as she licks her lips. “Tell me more.”

“Are you sure? Is it okay?” You ask for confirmation.

“Yes.” She nods. “I want to know that my boyfriend is a man who has taken five women before me.” She shudders. “I… used to feel pathetic thinking like that, but not with you. I feel… safe with you.”

She throws her coat to the side and scoots closer as she also removes her sweater. You feel your cock getting harder when you see her in a white camisole with thin straps. Her large breasts bounce as she crawls closer, and her attire gives you a great view of her cleavage.

“Still don’t believe in magic powers?” You ask, hugging her by the waist.

“No, but I don’t care.” She shakes her head as she grins. “Not so long as that horrible feeling is gone and I can feel good about myself.”

You kiss her passionately and she’s eager to reciprocate. Your tongues dance in her mouth as you sneak your hands under her top to caress her stomach. She grins and wraps her arms around your neck.

You stop kissing her and whisper in her ear. “I told you, right? Emma loves the same things you do.” Your right hand goes down to undo her jeans. It sneaks inside her pants and gently rubs her pussy through her panties. She’s already moist.

Your heart starts beating faster, your own body burning with desire. It’s been almost a whole month since you last held any of your girls. Having Fujiwara-san in your arms, feeling the heat coming from her pussy right in your hand, it’s reigniting those desires you tried so hard to push back for the sake of efficiency.

Now you can finally let them free.

“When I told her I wanted to fuck Emily and Megan, she encouraged it.” You exaggerate for effect. “So I did. I took them both at the same time.”

You move her panties aside to finally touch her pussy directly. You slide a finger inside her as you whisper into her ear. “They loved it. We held each other and fucked like our lives depended on it.” Her body shudders and her breathing gets heavier.

She holds you tightly, almost grinding her body against yours as you fingers work their magic inside her. Your left hand goes under her top and her bra, fondling her tits. Your fingers play with her sensitive, hard nipples. God, you miss your girls and talking about them makes you miss them even more, wishing they were here, but you can’t deny how great it feels to hold a woman again after so long.

“Yes… Yes… Yes…!” She moans, and her sweet, horny voice right next to your ear makes you even harder. She kisses your exposed neck, encouraging you to keep going. Her hands roam your back until her body goes tense.

She comes, holding tightly onto you and trying to remain still as her body shakes to its core. She moans through her closed lips and her body slowly relaxes under your touch. She looks at you with teary eyes and a blissful smile. She kisses you passionately, pushing her tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is short, however, because Fujiwara-san starts laughing softly.

“That felt so good!” She tells you. “I don’t know if that has EVER felt that good, and… I was right. I am safe with you. I didn’t feel pathetic. Just… excited that maybe I’ll get to watch you all and join everyone.”

“I’m relieved.” You tell her, allowing yourself a smile. “To tell you the truth, I’m still not good at this sort of thing. I don’t really know what to say, or how much is too much.”

“Then let’s not worry about that right now.” She says, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “We have time to figure things out, right? Tonight… let’s just make this about you and me. I might want to see you with other women, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want YOU.”

“I want you too.” You tell her.

“Now… I’m sure you’re very eager to get back into it,” She says, massaging the bulge in your pants. “But I was wondering if you would be up for something.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Fujiwara-san takes the TV remote and browses through the hotel's purchase menus until she finds what she’s looking for: a catalogue of different costumes up for rent. You swallow, seeing all the different options.

“If you want me to wear something, I might be up for it.” She offers sultrily.