Momo's smile deepened, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and mischief as she shifted on the silk sheets, the black lingerie hugging her full breasts and curving hips like a second skin. The room was hushed, the door locked, Blackout's veil ensuring no sound would escape, Momo's private dorm transformed into a sanctuary of indulgence.
Kendo stood there, frozen under their gazes, her navy lingerie set accentuating her athletic yet voluptuous build, the lace bra straining against her large, firm breasts, the high-cut panties riding up her wide hips, her toned thighs and rounded ass on full display. Her orange hair cascaded loosely, framing a face flushed with embarrassment and uncertainty, but her eyes held a spark of defiance.
Takumi stepped forward, his topless form casting a shadow over her, his muscles rippling under the lamp's warm glow. He traced a finger along Kendo's jawline, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes.
"Strip for us, Kendo. Show Momo what Class B's president has to offer."
Kendo's breath hitched, her hands trembling slightly as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. The lace fell away, revealing her heavy breasts, full and perky, nipples hardening in the cool air, a faint flush spreading across her chest. Momo watched from the bed, her own lingerie-clad body leaning back on her elbows, one leg crossed over the other in elegant poise.
"Beautiful," Momo murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. "Come here, Kendo. Let us make you feel welcome."
Takumi guided Kendo to the bed, his hand on the small of her back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Kendo hesitated at the edge, but Momo reached out, pulling her down gently onto the sheets.
"Don't be shy," Momo cooed, her fingers tracing Kendo's arm, sending shivers through her. "I've been where you are, curious, nervous... but it's so much better when you let go."
Takumi climbed onto the bed beside them, his presence dominating as he leaned in to kiss Momo first, a deep, passionate lock of lips that made Kendo's heart race. Momo moaned into the kiss, her hands roaming Takumi's chest, nails scraping lightly.
Breaking away, Takumi turned to Kendo, capturing her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue invading, tasting her surprise as she gasped. Momo didn't idle, she pressed against Kendo's side, her soft breasts brushing Kendo's arm, her lips trailing kisses along Kendo's neck, sucking gently at the pulse point until a red mark bloomed.
Kendo's moans started soft, muffled against Takumi's mouth, but grew louder as Momo's hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband of her panties.
"See? It's okay to want this," Momo whispered, her voice teasing, daring.
Her fingers found Kendo's clit, circling slowly, feeling the wetness already pooling there. Kendo arched, a loud gasp escaping as pleasure sparked through her.
Takumi pulled back from the kiss, his breath hot against Kendo's ear. "Lie back. Let Momo show you how good it can feel."
He guided Kendo down onto the pillows, her body splayed out, breasts heaving, thighs parting instinctively. Momo smiled wickedly, crawling between Kendo's legs, her lingerie riding up to expose the curve of her ass.
"Watch, Takumi," Momo said, her voice playful. "She's already so wet."
Momo peeled off Kendo's panties slowly, the lace dragging down her thighs, revealing her glistening pussy, pink and swollen, lips parted in invitation. Kendo's breath came in heavy pants, her hands fisting the sheets.
Momo leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste, long, slow licks along the folds, savoring the tangy sweetness. Kendo cried out loudly, the sound echoing in the silenced room, her hips bucking as Momo's mouth sealed over her clit, sucking gently while two fingers slipped inside, curling against that sensitive spot.
"Oh, god!" Kendo moaned, her voice raw and unrestrained, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. Takumi watched, his cock hardening in his pants, before joining in, he leaned over, capturing one of Kendo's nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the peak while his hand kneaded the other breast. The dual assault overwhelmed her, Momo's tongue lapping relentlessly, fingers pumping faster, Takumi's mouth and hands on her chest.
Kendo's first orgasm hit like a wave, her body arching off the bed, a loud scream tearing from her throat as she squirted against Momo's mouth, juices coating her chin.
Momo pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied hum. "One down," she teased, her voice daring. Kendo panted, dazed, but Momo didn't give her time to recover, she kissed up Kendo's body, capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting Kendo taste herself.
Takumi undid his pants, freeing his ten-inch cock, thick and veined, throbbing with need. "Your turn to lead, Momo," he said, voice low.
Momo nodded, pulling Kendo up. "On your knees, Kendo. Show Takumi what that mouth can do."
Kendo hesitated, but the haze of pleasure urged her on, she knelt, her hands wrapping around Takumi's shaft, marveling at the size. Momo guided her, one hand on Kendo's head. "Slowly at first, lick the tip." Kendo obeyed, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum, salty and musky, before taking the head into her mouth, sucking gently.
Takumi groaned loudly, the sound filling the room, his hand tangling in her orange hair. "Deeper," he commanded, and Kendo pushed forward, gagging slightly as she took more, her lips stretching wide.
Momo watched, her own hand slipping between her legs, rubbing herself as she encouraged. "Good girl... use your tongue."Kendo's moans vibrated around him as she bobbed, growing bolder, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing with suction. Her second orgasm built from the humiliation and arousal, Momo's fingers joining to finger her from behind. She came again, loud, shuddering, her pussy clenching around Momo's fingers as she screamed around Takumi's cock.
Takumi pulled out, flipping positions, he lay on the bed, pulling Momo atop him in reverse cowgirl, her pussy sinking down on his cock with a wet slide. "Kendo, eat her while I fuck her," he ordered, voice daring.
Kendo crawled between their legs, her face inches from where Takumi's cock disappeared into Momo's slick heat. Hesitant at first, she leaned in, tongue lapping at Momo's clit, tasting the mix of their arousal.
Momo moaned loudly, grinding down on Takumi's thrusts, her hands on her breasts as pleasure built.
"Deeper, Kendo, yes!" Kendo dove in, her tongue probing Momo's folds, sucking on her clit while Takumi pounded upward, the bed creaking under them. Momo came first, screaming, squirting against Kendo's face, then Kendo followed, humping the air in desperation, her third orgasm ripping through her.
They shifted, Momo on her back, Kendo straddling her face in a 69, Takumi behind Kendo, slamming into her doggy style. The room was a cacophony of moans, Momo's tongue buried in Kendo's pussy, Kendo lapping at Momo's, Takumi's thrusts loud and wet, his balls slapping against Kendo's ass.
"Deeper, fuck, yes!" Kendo screamed, falling into it more, her initial worry dissolving into raw need. She came again, her fourth, body shaking as she ground down on Momo's face.
Takumi pulled out, flipping Kendo onto her back beside Momo. "Together," he said, voice commanding. He thrust into Momo first, deep, hard, her legs over his shoulders as she screamed for more, cumming her fourth time around him. Then into Kendo, pounding relentlessly, her fifth orgasm crashing as she begged, "Deeper, please!"
Finally, Takumi neared his peak. He finished in Momo first, thrusting deep, spurting thick ropes into her womb, her walls milking him dry.
Pulling out, he entered Kendo, slamming home, filling her with hot bursts as she clenched, her final climax syncing with his release.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged, bodies slick and spent. The room reeked of sex, the air heavy with their passion.
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Takumi Hayase leaned back on the worn leather couch in his small apartment, the city lights of Musutafu flickering through the half-open blinds like distant stars.
The room was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the building settling. Christmas lights from a neighbor's window cast a soft red and green glow across the walls, but the holiday cheer felt distant, almost mocking.
He swirled the last of a apple juice in a glass, the ice clinking softly, his mind drifting over the whirlwind of the past months.
One more threesome, he thought, a slow grin tugging at his lips. Then I can leave this world. The holographic task had been relentless in its simplicity, and he'd already claimed so many, Momo's elegance, Ochaco's sweetness, Mina's wild energy, Jiro's quiet fire, Kendo's fierce surrender, Setsuna's daring playfulness, even the chaotic night with Camie and Yui. Each encounter had been a rush, a conquest, a piece of this world he'd devoured.
The power of Blackout had made it easy, subtle influences, perfect timing, shadows that whispered secrets and desires. He felt no guilt, only exhilaration. Life here had been a playground, and he'd played without restraint.
His thoughts darted towards Lady Nagant. Maybe her, he mused. If I ever come back. The sniper's sharp beauty, her haunted eyes, the way she'd carry herself with lethal grace, she was the one he might return for.
But access was impossible now, she was locked away, a ghost in the system. He wasn't worried. This world had given him plenty.
Never thought life could get like this, he admitted to himself. But it's so freeing. No rules, no consequences that mattered. Just desire, control, and the thrill of taking what he wanted.
A knock echoed through the apartment, sharp, impatient. Takumi froze, Blackout stirring instinctively, shadows curling at his feet. The buzz of a familiar presence hit him like static, raw, powerful, unmistakable.
He rose, setting the glass down, and crossed to the door.
He opened it, and there she was: Mirko, in her full hero costume, white fur and red accents gleaming under the hallway light, her ears perked and eyes blazing. She didn't wait for an invitation, brushing past him into the apartment, her muscular frame filling the space with electric energy.
"What are you doing here?" Takumi asked, closing the door behind her. "And how did you find where I live?"
Mirko turned, crossing her arms, her grin sharp and predatory. "I'm a hero, kid. I can find anyone I want." She pointed an accusatory finger at him, her voice low and charged. "You haven't seen me since that day at the gym. Months ago. And now I hear you've been busy, fucking Midnight, that old bag?"
Takumi blinked, feigning surprise even though he'd sent the photos and videos to a few carefully chosen people, knowing they'd rise to the bait. "How do you know about that?"
She smirked, stepping closer, her presence overwhelming, muscles flexing, the scent of sweat and adrenaline clinging to her. "I have my ways. Hero ways."
Mirko stopped inches from him, her eyes locked on his, the air crackling with tension. "So... are we gonna do it?"