Makoto ran his hand through Yuna's hair until her breathing evened out and her soft snoring resumed. Once he was sure she was asleep, he gently untangled himself from her grip. "Seems like I'm turning into a scheming harem king too, Mika," he whispered with a chuckle.
Mika's lips curved into a slow, genuine smile, real approval in her eyes. "Heh, a scheming harem king? I knew you had it in you, darling. It suits you way more than being a clueless pervert."
He winked at her, glancing at the clock. It was 5 AM, still early morning. "If you find it hard to sleep, wanna take a warm bath together? That might help?"
Mika rose from the chair gracefully, moving with a silent ease that didn't disturb a single sleeper. "A warm bath," she agreed, dropping her voice. "Smart move, darling. It's good for relaxing and talking without waking up the whole circus."
She took his hand, her fingers lacing with his, and led him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. She closed the door softly behind them, plunging the room into near darkness save for the dim moonlight filtering through the frosted window.
The air was cool and quiet, a welcome change from the warm, crowded bed they had left behind.
While Makoto watched, Mika efficiently turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She found a bottle of expensive lavender-scented bath oil, the one Yuna had insisted on buying, and added a generous amount. The bathroom was filled with the calming scent and the sound of rushing water.
Mika slipped out of her sleepwear without a hint of embarrassment, showing her toned body in the dim light, and stepped into the tub first. She sighed contentedly as she sank into the warm water. "The water's perfect," she murmured, holding a hand out to him. "Come on, join me."
Makoto slid in behind her, the heat of the water enveloping them both. Mika leaned back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. The steam rose around them, creating a private, intimate world.
"See? Much better," she sighed. "No judging or screaming, just us." She took his hand resting on her stomach, lacing her fingers through his over her navel.
"Been a while since we were together alone, hasn't it?" Makoto asked softly.
Mika sighed, a contented sound that vibrated through her back and into his chest. She melted against him, her body going completely pliant in his arms. "It has," she murmured softly. "Too long."
"Do you ever regret choosing me? That you have to share me with others, Mika?" Makoto said, gently massaging her belly before moving his hands to work the knots in her shoulders and neck.
Mika was quiet for a long moment after his question, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of the water and the distant hum of the house. She tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck.
"Regret?" she repeated, her voice thoughtful. "That's a simple word for a complicated feeling, darling." She turned her head slightly, her pink eyes searching for his in the dim light.
"Sometimes," she admitted. "When Yuna screams at you, or when Ayane is being loud... a small part of me wishes it were just us. That everything was so simple, I didn't have to plan just to get a moment like this."
Her hand covered his on her belly, her fingers tracing his knuckles. "But then, I remember a simple victory is meaningless, and an unchallenged win is hollow."
She turned her body in the water, straddling his lap to face him. The water sloshed gently around them, and her expression was intense but deeply loving. "I didn't choose to share you, Makoto. I chose you. And you came with them. You came with a battle, and I love a good battle."
"Winning against no one is boring. Beating Yuna, outmaneuvering Ayane, earning Mafuyu's respect... proving I'm the one who deserves you most? That's the greatest prize there is." She leaned in, her forehead resting against his, and her voice dropped to a possessive murmur. "So no, I don't regret it. Don't make me regret it later, darling."
"That was reassuring," Makoto smiled, pecking at her lips. "I won't ever do that."
He gently lifted her hips and slid inside her, making love slowly while facing her. "You know, I love all the sides of you," he whispered between breaths. "The shy, good-girl Mika with a cute face. The runner, athletic Mika, with her fit body and toned ass."
He thrust deep into her. "And even the scheming Mika who chills my back with her smile."
Mika let out a soft, sharp gasp as he eased into her, the hot water and her own arousal making the entry smooth and effortless. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, slow kiss full of aching tenderness.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her face flushed from the heat. "The good-girl when we first met..." she murmured, a sweet blush gracing her cheeks. It was a breathtaking sight that Makoto didn't see often. "I'm glad you like her. She's shy."
Makoto thrust deep, and a moan escaped Yuna's lips, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing around him. Her thighs tightened around his hips, the toned muscles gripping him firmly. "And the runner appreciates your stamina."
She met his next thrust with a slow roll of her own hips, a dance she knew well in the water. "But of course," she purred, her eyes gleaming with their familiar, calculating fire. "You love the schemer the most, I bet."
"She's the one who makes sure you never get bored. She's the one who wins you dates, gets you a job, protects our family, and makes sure the main wife doesn't get too arrogant." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"And this schemer," she whispered, her voice low and possessive. "Is going to make you forget there's anyone else in the world for the next hour."
"Oh, really? Let's see if you can keep your sanity then, dear." Makoto gripped her hips with his left hand as he increased his speed. His right hand moved up to gently wrap around her throat. Not to hurt, but to claim.
The pressure of his hand on Mika's throat sent a jolt of raw, undeniable arousal straight through her. A soft, choked gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes widened, pupils dilating with pleasure and shock. "You play dirty, darling,"
"Remind me," Makoto growled, "Whose body, mouth, and cunt belong to whom, huh?" His increased pace made the water slosh violently around them, waves lapping against the sides of the tub.
Mika's tight, athletic body moved with his, meeting each powerful thrust. Her brain, the scheming machine, was already starting to short-circuit. She tried to smirk to maintain her upper hand. "My body belongs to me only," she panted, her voice strained as the pleasure built. "My mouth is for negotiating. My cunt is for my own pleasure."
But her words were a lie. Makoto could feel it in the way her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, in the way her hips desperately tried to grind against him for more friction.
He tightened his grip on her throat just a fraction, and her composure shattered completely. A loud and uncontrolled moan ripped from her throat. Her head fell back, exposing her neck in a gesture of complete surrender.
"AH! FUCK!" she cried out, her control dissolving into raw, animalistic need. "Okay! OKAY!" She looked back at him, her pink eyes hazy with lust and tears of overwhelming pleasure. "Yours!" she sobbed, her voice cracking. "My body is yours! My mouth is yours! My cunt belongs to you too, Makoto!"
"It only wants you! Only you can fuck me like this! Only you can break me, Makoto!" Her hips bucked wildly, her body taking over as her mind finally gave up the fight.