Hana's composure finally snaps. She slides forward on her knees until she is flanking Mia. Her heavy breasts press against my hip.
"Master..." Hana murmurs, her gaze shimmering with devotion. She leans in, her lips grazing the side of my shaft. She looks up at me through her lashes. "Mia is learning... but let your Head Nurse show you how we can both serve you."
I reach down, my fingers threading deep into Hana's pigtails and Mia's bob. I tighten my grip, yanking their heads back.
"Intensify," I command. "Hands, tongues... deeper. Work until I climax and seal you both as mine."
[POV: Hana Joy]
The sting in my scalp is like a lightning bolt. Mine. He said the word. My professional life, the Joy name, the Center—it all vanishes behind that one syllable. I have to be the one who brings him to the edge. If Mia takes more of him, I'll die of shame.
[POV: Mia]
He's claiming me. He's actually claiming me. I'm not just a lobby assistant anymore. I'm his. I'll take every inch, I'll let him choke me if he wants, I just can't let him stop. Hana is so much better at this, but I'll be the one who works the hardest. I'll be his best attendant.
The rhythm shifts to a desperate, high-stakes race. Mia plunges her head forward, her throat opening with a wet hitch. Hana matches her pace, her tongue sweeping with feverish precision.
I can feel the heat rising in my gut. Hana senses it too; she pulls back a fraction, her lips glistening. "Yes, Master... give it to us," she rasps. "Seal your nurse... mark your attendant... let us take everything you have."
The pressure in my core fractures. I drive forward, anchoring them both to the coming flood.
[POV: Mia]
It's so hot—it's everywhere. I can't breathe, my lungs are burning, but I have to take it. Every pulse feels like he's writing his name on the inside of my throat. I'm his. I'm finally, truly his. I'll never go back to the lobby. I'm the attendant of a god.
I pull back slightly, the release continuing in thick arcs that splash across Hana's waiting face and chest.
[POV: Hana Joy]
He's marking me. It's on my face, my chest, in my hair—I can smell him, thick and heavy. I'm the lead herald now. This is my seal. Mia might have taken the weight of him, but I'm the one who carries his mark for the world to see. I feel... completed. There is only his nurse.
Hana reaches up, tracing a line of seed across her own cheek. "Sealed," she whispers. "We are yours, Master Takumi. Every Joy sister will know... every trainer will hear. Tell us... how we are to serve you now that we carry your mark."
[POV: Hana Joy]
The seed is cooling on my skin, a brand I never want to wash off. He wants intel? He shall have the most precise, clinical report a Joy can provide. I will show him that I am the most vital instrument of his will.
I sink my fingers back into Mia's hair. "Report," I command. "Lobby challengers. Route 3. Give me everything while I finish with the assistant."
I grip Mia's hips, flipping her over.
[POV: Mia]
He's not done. Thank god, he's not done. My throat is still tight, my stomach full of him, but if he wants to use me again while I speak, I will be the perfect attendant. I'll give him the names. I'll give him the routes. I'll give him my body until I break.
Hana kneels on the edge of the bed. "Of course, Master. The lobby is currently held by three significant threats. Sarah Hasegawa remains the most volatile; her Pidgeotto's speed is exceptional, but her spirit is brittle. I've ensured the night shift views her delay as a symptom of your 'overwhelming vitality.'"
I drive myself forward into Mia's secondary entrance.
"Route 3," I prompt.
[POV: Hana Joy]
Seeing him take her like that makes my own core ache with a fresh wave of heat. I have to stay focused. The intel is my gift to him. I will prove my value as his lead asset.
"Route 3 is... complicated," Hana continues. "The Halloway siblings have a coordinated pincer strategy. But more importantly, our scouts report a territorial Mankey pack near the first ridge. They're aggressive, Master."
Mia's voice cuts in, a high, strained whimper. "The... the Narrows..." she gasps. "Two sisters. Leah and Airi. They use... Spearow diversions. They trap trainers in the switchbacks."
Hana leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "The Narrows are a choke point, Master. But with the mark we carry... they won't stand a chance. Pewter is yours. Route 3 is waiting."