Walk off your hangover and get something to eat

You got absolutely trashed last night. You were all chuckles while you were drunk, but now... let’s just say you’re paying the price. Getting out of bed is a struggle, but somehow you manage to get a quick shower and head out to find the nearest place to eat.

Your stomach growls. You needed to find food, and fast. You spy an udon shop just down the block and your eyes light up. Yes! Some noodles will perk you up, or at least fill your belly so you can get on with the rest of your day without an empty stomach.

Sitting down at the center of the long counter, you make a polite gesture to get the chef’s attention and place your order. The pleasant old man snaps around to face you and happily smiles when he sees you. You aren’t sure if he was always this attentive, but for you, he seems quite eager. Other customers are already seated at the other ends of the counter, enjoying their meals while glancing towards you occasionally.

They must not get a lot of foreigners in this part of town. That, or you just stick out like a sore thumb in your casual wear when compared to the typical salarymen that eat here. Once the chef goes back to prepare your meal, you hear a trio of women collectively gasp from a distance behind you. Unable to resist hearing what they’re gossiping about, you slowly turn around in your seat and listen.

“Ehh? Him? Really?”
“Definitely. He’s impossible to mistake.”
“And he lives around here? Wow! Lucky!”

You briefly wonder if there’s a celebrity in town or something. They’re not mentioning any names. You’re caught unaware when the sound of a bowl being set behind you captures your attention.

“Here you go, John! Enjoy!”

You break apart a pair of chopsticks all while wondering how the chef knew your name. You don’t recall introducing yourself when you sat down. You shrug and begin scarfing down your meal, deciding that the mysteries of the world could wait until you’ve gotten some food in you.

A brief reprieve from slurping down so much noodles to take a sip of your water gives you enough time to turn and look back at the trio of women. You find they’re all attractive Asian women in their 20’s and you _also _notice they’re walking directly towards you.

They’re just sitting down to eat, right? You think to yourself in silence, turning away from them and back towards your meal so as not to make direct eye contact for an awkward amount of time. The women decide, clearly intentionally, to surround you on all sides. Two of them occupy the seats to your left and right as nonchalantly as they can, while the tallest and most likely oldest one looms behind you. The curiosity is clear on your face as they take a few moments to check their make-up and hair. Okay, this is definitely the strangest lunch you’ve ever had.

Now, it seems, the entire counter has gone quiet. The other patrons seem to have gotten up to leave or possibly just to give the new arrivals some space. You aren’t quite sure what they have in mind as the silence grows uncomfortable. Your eyes flit between the three of them nervously, but they refuse to address you just as you seem unable to do the same. Instead, they settle for whispering between themselves like nervous school girls, even though they’re much older than that.

“Futaba should go first, she recognized him from afar.”
“No way! Let Asuka-nee do it! She knows how to talk to guys!”

There’s no uncertainty left. They’re definitely talking about you. But why are you all of a sudden drawing their attention? No one’s thought you were interesting enough to crowd around you before today.

Before you can think of how to break this weird tension you’ve found yourself suddenly trapped in, you feel a dainty hand brush over your ear. You freeze in place as one of the women whispers to you in a seductive tone.

“Hey. It’s John, right? I’m Asuka. We were wondering if you were interested in fucking us today.”

You spit your drink in shock. What the fuck kind of question was that!? The most direct come-on you’ve ever heard, most likely. Interested in fucking them? That’s putting it mildly.

Turning around to see this “Asuka,” you gaze upon a very pleased-looking brunette with her hands on her hips in a pose that radiates sex appeal. You begin to wonder if you’re on some kind of hidden camera prank show as you fumble over your words like a lovestruck teenager.

“You... Uhh, you’re really pretty.”

Holy shit, John, get it together. This is a dream, right? You’re still asleep in bed, so it doesn’t matter what you do... right?

Asuka giggles at your response, clearly enjoying the compliment. Continuing with her intense forwardness, she rests both hands on your shoulders and massages them with an obvious sexual hunger in her voice.

“Come ooooon, you’re not busy. You don’t even have to stop enjoying your meal. Futaba, come closer.”

The taller Asian woman tilts her head to the one on your left, and you naturally shift your gaze towards her. The one known as Futaba is a bit on the shorter side, with glasses and a nervous expression clear on her face. With her scooting closer to you all of a sudden, you can’t deny that she is quite cute. You gulp nervously when you hear Asuka pipe up from behind you once again, her tone of utmost sincerity as she nudges you in the right direction.

“Tell her what you want her to do, John.”

Okay, this is a dream. It has to be. So, following dream logic, you can ask for whatever you want with no consequences, right? You decide to steel yourself and, after a few seconds of contemplation, confidently make your first command.

“F- Futaba-san, kiss me deeply... right now.”

The shy woman shares in your brief moment of hesitation, but once that’s over, she leans in and presses her lips to yours. The instant she does, however, you can see her whole body tense up in front of you. It’s as if this one kiss is sending a shock to her entire nervous system and causing her to orgasm on the spot. Is she really that sensitive?

Then, Futaba clasps her hands on your cheeks and dances her tongue around yours, feeling more and more brave as the seconds pass. The surrounding women seem both impressed and immensely turned on by the show they’re getting.

“Wow, you’re really going for it! Nice~”
“I told you he would. Kaori-chan. How is it, Futaba? Is he as good as they say?”

As good as who says? You pull away from the intense make-out session to catch your breath, but Futaba is the one who seems truly dazed by the lip-locking. She’s actually left huffing and puffing, gazing up at you with a look of sheer reverence just from that.

“John... haaah... Th- Thank... you... You’re... haaaahhh... amazing...”

You can’t help but feel your ego inflate a little at these easily-impressed women crowding around you. Not only that, but the sight of this adorably disheveled Asian woman in glasses was getting you ready to do more than just kiss. Of course, all three women immediately notice the tent in your pants, and the one on your right, whom you gathered was named “Kaori,” is the first to point it out.

“There it is! You’ll let us see it, right, John? Ohh, I’m so excited!”

You want to respond in affirmation, but all you can do is grunt in surprise when 3 separate hands all grab at your crotch and begin rubbing through your clothes in need.

“Nngh. Girls, hold on. There’s only one of me and three of you.”

They hear you and immediately stop, hovering over your groin but not making any move to continue groping you. Okay, well that’s definitely “holding on.” They look towards you with bated breath, waiting for you to decide what you want them to do, even though it’s quite obvious what they want.

This is too weird, even for a dream. Maybe you should take a second to figure things out. Then again, you have three very needy girls huddled around your dick. Maybe you don’t need to think about all that hard.