The next morning.
Light crept between the curtains as best it could, illuminating the disaster. Sheets soaked, twisted, half dragged onto the floor. Pillows off the bed.
Jin's room reeked of sex.
The three of them slept piled on the mattress.
Jin was the first to wake up.
Slowly opening his heavy eyelids, the first thing he saw was the ceiling, and the second, as he lowered his gaze, was the best part.
Yuna slept pressed against his left side, face down, her ass perked up and her fat cheeks still marked red. Her breathing was deep, and each exhale made her breasts spill out to the sides. To his right, Nina was curled up against him, one leg crossed over his thigh, lips parted, and a thread of drool sliding down the corner of her mouth.
Gazing at them in silence, he smiled.
The temptation to wake them up his way crossed his mind, but his cock, for once, was just as spent as they were.
Moving carefully, he stretched his arm toward the nightstand to reach his phone. His fingers grazed the screen.
"Mmm…"
But his movement made Yuna grumble and bury her face deeper into the pillow, though she didn't wake up.
"..."
Staying still for a second, Jin eyed her tempting ass while she resettled, then unlocked the phone.
Past eight.
'Fuck… I don't wanna move.'
His whole body begged him to stay there, sunk into the mattress, with the warmth of his two sisters pressed against his skin. But remembering the promise to those three girls… 'Tsk.'
Slowly, he began sliding out of the cage of arms and legs that held him prisoner.
But as always, no matter how careful he was, it was never enough.
Nina's lashes trembled. Her eyes opened halfway, sleepy, blurry, and searched for Jin.
"Jin-kun… what time is it?"
"Past eight."
Stopping, Jin looked at her with a tender smile while he stroked her face, brushing a strand of hair aside.
"Want me to call in and say you're sick?"
Nina felt the warmth of his hand and for a second wanted to say yes. Stay there… Sink back in with him.
But shaking her head, she sat up, exposing her body. Hickeys on her neck, on her breasts, on the inside of her thighs. The red marks of Jin's hands printed on her ass like signatures.
"N-No need... I'm fine."
Jin looked her up and down with a grin, "Sure you're fine?"
"Shut up!" Nina pulled the sheet over her chest, red to the tips of her ears.
Laughing, Jin helped her stand, holding her by the waist when her legs wobbled, "Then I'll go wash up first. Take your time, no rush."
He dragged himself into the bathroom, naked. The warm water hit him and washed away the last traces of sleep. He stayed there for a while, head under the stream, letting the heat loosen his muscles.
Meanwhile, from the bedroom, voices reached him.
"Yuna! Get up!"
"..."
"IF YOU DON'T GET UP WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
"..."
Jin laughed under the water.
Outside, Nina had already tried several times. She'd screamed in her face, shaken her shoulder, ripped the sheet off. But Yuna, like Sleeping Beauty, kept on sleeping.
Sighing helplessly, Nina smacked her ass with everything she had.
SMASH!
!!!
Yuna's eyes snapped open. Her dilated pupils went from confusion to panic in half a second. She rolled over and looked at Nina with her face scrunched in pain, rubbing her cheek.
"Nina? Where's Jin—?"
"WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
"... WHAT?!"
Leaping out of bed as if she'd been electrocuted, Yuna stared at the phone Nina was showing her. "We're dead! We haven't washed up, we haven't made breakfast, look at us, we look like a disaster!"
"Forget breakfast, forget everything. We go straight to getting changed and fly out to school. If we do that, we can still make it."
With that, Nina yanked her off the bed in one pull, while Yuna let out a whimper when her legs hit the floor, but there was no time to complain.
From the bathroom, Jin heard all the chaos while rinsing his hair.
"I told them to take their time."
About 5 minutes later.
Coming out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, Jin walked barefoot down the hallway. He threw on some sweatpants and a wrinkled t-shirt he grabbed off the floor, and headed down to the kitchen.
'Let's see what I can do for these two…'
…
Shortly after, hurried footsteps thundered down the stairs: the two came running down like the devil was chasing them, steam still rising from their heads and wet hair dripping down their shoulders. They'd showered at the speed of light, but their uniforms were thrown on in a rush: Yuna had her blouse buttoned wrong and her skirt crooked, Nina had one sock higher than the other and her tie dangling unknotted.
"Here are your breakfasts."
At the top of the stairs, Jin handed them both already-packed bentō boxes.
"Huh?" Yuna grabbed hers and hefted it curiously. It was heavy. Like it was packed full. "That fast…? When did you make these?"
"I have my tricks." Jin smiled mysteriously.
He'd redeemed them directly with system points. Two complete bentōs, ready to serve. Of course it was impossible for him to prepare two decent breakfasts in that time, but he wasn't going to explain that to them.
"Come on, get moving. If you miss the train that's not on me anymore."
"..."
The two looked at each other, and both saw the same thing in the other's eyes: surprise and a tenderness that didn't need to be said out loud.
They made a decision.
In perfect sync, they stepped forward at the same time and planted a kiss on each of Jin's cheeks.
"Jin-kun, arigatō!"
And they shot out the door before he could respond.
"..."
Watching them go, Jin rubbed his cheeks, felt himself starting to get hard again.
"Oh, come on! I just fucked them for over eight hours straight and I'm already getting hard again."
He sighed in resignation, "... I'm definitely sick."
Taking advantage of the time he still had, he cleaned up the aftermath. He threw the soaked sheets in the wash, picked up the couch cushions, aired out the living room that still smelled like what it smelled like, and left everything at least presentable.
Only then did he grab his backpack, hung his headphones around his neck, and headed out to school.
'Let's see what the gyarus want.'
...
Time flew, and before he knew it, it was already dismissal.
The bustle of students filled the high school entrance, everyone scattering in different directions. Among the crowd, three figures caught the attention of anyone who passed by: Ruri, Reina, and Yukina. Three gyarus who looked like they'd stepped off a magazine cover, with short skirts, flawless makeup, and that attitude of owning the world.
Ruri flagged down a taxi and turned to Jin with the door already open.
"You really won't come with us, Jin-kun~?"
Reina poked her head out from the back seat, patting the space next to her, "If we squeeze in a little, four fit perfectly~"
"Yeah, plus the subway's packed to the brim at this hour," Yukina added, leaning against the taxi door with her arms crossed under her breasts, lifting them without an ounce of subtlety.
Even so, Jin refused with a smile: "It's fine, you guys go ahead. I'll be right behind you."
"Sure~?"
"Sure."
Seeing he wasn't going to budge, the three gave up with a synchronized pout that almost made him change his mind.
But before closing the door, Ruri leaned out the window.
"We'll send you the address! When you get there let us know, we'll come out to meet you!"
"Don't get lost, Jin-kun~!"
"If you take too long we're coming to find you ourselves!"
Jin raised his hand in a wave as the taxi pulled away into traffic. He watched it until it disappeared, and then let out the breath he'd been holding.
If he got in that taxi with those three, his dick was going to be rock hard before the second block. And from there to an orgy in the back seat was exactly thirty seconds. He wasn't going to do that to the poor lady taxi driver.
He ran his hands over his face.
"I'm a saint! I can already feel the change!"
Ignoring the stares, he turned around, put on his headphones, and let himself be carried by the tide of students heading toward the train station.
…
Maybe because they'd gotten out pretty early, the train wasn't especially crowded.
Gripping the handrail with one hand, Jin swept the car with his gaze.
A few office workers with dead-eyed expressions, a couple of grandmas, students with headphones staring at their phones.
Nothing.
Quiet day.
He almost felt disappointed. It seemed like for once he'd reach his destination without any show.
But right when he was thinking that, the train stopped at the next station.
The doors opened and a wave of people poured in all at once, packing the car to the brim in a matter of seconds.
And then two figures caught his attention, but one stood out like the sun.
A woman over 25, with brown hair and brown eyes, appeared among the crowd carrying shopping bags in both hands. She made her way through naturally and planted herself near the door, standing, looking for something to hold onto.
Jin stood there gawking at her.
She wore a loose white dress, the kind of garment that supposedly doesn't show anything… Supposedly. Because on that body, the loose fabric was a lie. The dress fell from her shoulders only to crash into a pair of massive tits that stopped it dead, pushing the fabric forward as if they were fighting to break free.
You could tell she wasn't wearing a sturdy bra, because with every jolt of the train, those two monstrosities bounced with a life of their own—a swaying that no pair of eyes in that car knew how to escape.
And from there down, everything got worse. Her waist was narrow, almost unreal for the volume she carried above and below. And her ass… FUCK!
Generous, plush, meaty—the kind of ass that warps any clothing. The dress clung to her cheeks, outlining that outrageous roundness before letting go.
Her delicate hand gripped the armrest, and that's when Jin saw it… On her ring finger, a silver band gleamed under the car's light.
Married.
'What a knockout… too bad she's married…'
Despite his thoughts, Jin discreetly shifted position for a better angle.
He wasn't the only one looking.
And while he marveled at such a work of God, the system's voice finally arrived.
[DING!]
[Protagonist available for contract!]
[Name: Yumiko Kimura]
[Personality: Kind, cheerful, and with a contrasting personality]
[Occupation: Housewife.]
[Introduction: A newlywed Housewife, six months into her marriage, who still hasn't had sex with her husband. Yumiko secretly torments herself over this, wondering if maybe she just isn't attractive.]
'No wonder she looked familiar…'
With the name, he recognized her instantly. He'd seen the manga, the anime too. Not the live action, because live actions always struck him as unrealistic garbage.
And if he remembered correctly, this woman's husband was an otaku obsessed with going to anime conventions—the kind of man who'd rather hug a body pillow with a waifu printed on it than touch the flesh-and-blood woman in his bed.
Six months… Six fucking months married and the guy hadn't touched her. NOT ONCE. A woman like that sleeping next to him every night, that body built to rob anyone of sleep, and the dumbass slept in peace.
'He's definitely not into women!'
And if the story followed its course, that situation ended badly. Very badly. Yumiko's frustration and loneliness turned her into easy prey, and she'd end up getting raped by her neighbor's son, who, coincidentally, was some bleach-blond punk.
But there was a more immediate problem. Because the reason he'd said "two figures" was the second one.
A few people away from Yumiko, pressing into the mass of bodies like a cockroach taking advantage of the dark, a middle-aged man was advancing. Wrinkled suit, loose tie, sweat on his forehead. Eyes darting side to side, making sure no one was watching him. His hands trembled at waist height, rubbing together, and he swallowed nonstop as he inched closer and closer to where Yumiko was standing.
It was so obvious it was disgusting. A textbook train pervert, exploiting the packed car to creep his filthy hands in.
"..."
Jin watched him in silence. He didn't flinch, but his eyes hardened.
'Look at this piece of trash...'
It wasn't like he was some noble guy or a defender of justice. Hell no. He was already turning into a pervert himself and he knew it better than anyone. But there was a massive difference between him and that sweaty rat: women wanted him on top of them. That guy—not even his own shadow wanted him near.
Letting go of the handrail, he started moving through the crowd, approaching calmly.
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