"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" Yuna snarled as she was pulled off Makoto's face, leaving him gasping for air with his chin slick with her juices.
"Revolution, main wife," Ayane grinned, eyes gleaming with manic excitement. "It's time for a coup d'état."
"Yuna-chan," Mika said, her voice calm and menacing. "Mafuyu-san told us you agreed to a match with her[1]. On who can make Makoto cum the most in one night."
All eyes turned to Mafuyu, who was sitting on her knees with her hands clasped in her lap. She was blushing furiously, but her eyes, for the first time, were fixed on Makoto with a shy but resolute fire.
"I..." she began, her voice trembling but clear. "I was just thinking, it has been a while since we were all together, and I didn't have the guts to ask Mika and Ayane before, so maybe we can do it tonight."
"Huh, you two decide it without me, huh??" Makoto retorted lightly, wiping his face. "Bet it was Yuna who came up with the idea, right?"
"ME?! Why would I come up with such a stupid, desperate competition, pig bro?!" Yuna shrieked, her face flushing bright red. She pointed an accusatory finger at Mafuyu. "It was her! She cornered me in the kitchen. I just made up a contest to shut her up. I didn't expect her to agree to it."
Mika released Yuna's shoulder, leaving the main wife sputtering with rage, and knelt on the bed. She looked at Makoto like a general presenting a battle plan.
"The scoring is simple," she continued, ignoring Yuna's growls entirely. "Each of them will take turns having five minutes with you. Every time you climax, we give a point to the one responsible for inducing it. The one with the most points when you tire out will be the winner."
"That's so boring!" Ayane whined, finally letting go of Yuna, who just pouted on the bed with her arms crossed. "We need bonus points! Like, an extra point for making Makoto pass out! Or two points for a creampie that dribbles out in a really pretty way!"
"I... I don't need bonus points, Ayane," Mafuyu whispered, her voice soft but clear. She shimmied out of her torn beige yoga pants, revealing her soft, completely naked lower half. "I just want to make you feel good all night long, Makoto-kun. That's how I'll win."
She looked at him, her shy demeanor replaced by something steadier and determined. She wanted this, not for the glory, but for the validation.
"Fine," Yuna snapped, crossing her arms. "But I get to go first, and if I make the pig pass out, or his cock is unable to get hard again, I automatically win. Those are my rules!"
"Hey, my cock is not for using like that," Makoto groaned, covering his erection. It was shaking in anticipation despite his words, and all four of them could see it. "So... how about this? The winner gets an extra date with me on the onsen trip. How does that sound?"
"An extra date, boss?" Ayane echoed, her eyes widening. "Like a solo date while everyone else stays in the room and pouts?"
"Right, a private date." Mika purred. "A walk in the bamboo forest, or a personal massage session."
"Just the two of us?" Mafuyu breathed, her eyes shining with hope. "Like a real couple?"
"Hmph. As if I need to compete for that," Yuna sniffed, though if she had a tail, it would have been wagging furiously. "But fine, since you're offering, it'll be nice to have some time away from these losers."
The stakes had just skyrocketed. The atmosphere shifted from chaotic lust to deadly seriousness.
"Okay," Ayane said, clapping her hands together. "Since Yuna called dibs on going first, let's get this show started. Judges, take your positions."
She and Mika retreated to the edge of the bed, sitting cross-legged like two beautiful sentinels. Mika even pulled out her phone and opened a new note file.
"Ready when you are, contestants," Mika announced.
Yuna and Mafuyu were left facing Makoto: Main Wife versus Dark Horse. Tsundere versus Yamato Nadeshiko.
Yuna smirked with a confident, arrogant tilt to her lips and crawled toward Makoto. "Prepare to lose, Mafuyu-nee," she whispered. "He's weak to my tongue."
Mafuyu didn't say anything. She just watched Yuna with a calm, patient expression. She knew something Yuna didn't, about how to unravel Makoto.
"Start!" Ayane shouted, sounding way too much like a wrestling announcer.
Makoto lay down on the bed, biting his lip, trying not to cum or pass out too fast. "Just be careful, and gentle," he stammered. "I mean, not for me, but for the babies." His words landed with surprising weight, shifting the tone from frantic to something quieter and more careful.
Mafuyu let out a soft, happy sigh, her whole body relaxing as she nodded with a grateful, beautiful smile. "Of course, Makoto-san. The babies are the most important thing."
Yuna, who was about to pounce, stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at him with an unreadable expression. The fury in her eyes gave way to something softer and more conflicted.
"Don't be an idiot," she huffed, but her voice lacked its usual bite. "Of course I'm not gonna crush our baby. What do you take me for?"
Yuna crawled onto the bed, her movements slower and more deliberate than before. She didn't mount his face. Instead, she lay down beside him, propping herself up on one elbow.
Her five minutes began when the clock on Mika's phone started counting down. Instead of her usual aggressive assault, Yuna leaned in and captured Makoto's lips in a deep, slow, and surprisingly tender kiss. It was possessive, but gentle claiming.
"You're such a worrywart, pig bro," she whispered against his mouth, her hand stroking his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his nipples. "But... it's kinda hot when you go all papa-bear, big bro."
Her other hand drifted down, but instead of grabbing his cock, she gently cupped his balls. Her touch was impossibly soft and light. She was still trying to make him explode in five minutes, but the urgency was gone.
"Feel... nice, Yuna," Makoto let out a small groan, staring at Yuna's face teasingly.
"Sh-shut up!" Yuna stammered, a furious blush spreading across her cheeks. She tried to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the fluttering of her eyelashes. "Don't stare at my face like that, you creep! It's distracting!"
The insult was a flimsy shield. But her hand remained steady and gentle at the same time. She shifted her weight, her thumb pressing a little more firmly into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, right next to his balls. She knew exactly where to press and how hard.
"Ooh, it's a strategic shift, folks!" Ayane shouted from her judge's seat. "Yuna has switched from tsun to dere mode! Is it enough to secure her point in the final three minutes?!"
Yuna ignored her. Her focus was entirely on Makoto. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
"You're trying so hard not to cum, aren't you, you fat pig?" she whispered, her tone low and teasing. "You think you can hold out? I know all your weaknesses. I've been studying them for years."
Her gentle, rhythmic stroking was building a slow, deep heat in his groin. It was a different kind of pleasure than their usual frantic fucking. It was patient but relentless, the kind of slow pressure that sneaks up on you and hits all at once.
From the corner of his eye, Makoto saw Mafuyu watching intently, her own hand unconsciously tracing patterns on her thigh. She was learning and waiting.
"Two minutes remaining," Mika announced calmly.
Makoto bit his lips, trying not to erupt so fast, until the clock on Mika's phone chimed. "Phew, your turn is up, I guess. Almost there, Yuna," he said, pinching her cheeks teasingly.
Yuna's face contorted in a flash of rage as she smacked his hand away. "ALMOST THERE?! FUCK YOU!" she shrieked, her voice hitting a pitch that could shatter glass. "I was just getting started! This whole setup is rigged!"
She stomped away from the bed, grabbed her discarded shirt, and yanked it on with violent, jerky motions before plopping down onto the floor.
"And a big fat zero points for the main wife!" Ayane crowed, clapping her hands.
"Her technique was flawed," Mika noted, not even looking up from her phone. "Her control was lacking, and she lost the chance to take the first score."
Makoto turned his attention to the bed, where Mafuyu had been watching everything with intense focus. She was still kneeling, her pale body a stark contrast to the tattered, colorful yoga pants strewn around the mattress.
"Mafuyu-nee," Mika said, her voice soft. "It's your turn."
[1] See chapter 170