You just bought out an idol group!

Yu's trip had started that morning: three days away on a university research visit, a quick hug at the train station, a small, shy wave through the window. He had texted when he boarded, "Take care of yourself, Rise." She'd sent back three hearts and a V-sign emoji.

Rise stood in the bedroom of their shared apartment an hour later, holding the sheets in her hands. Fresh ones, white, the ones he liked. She smoothed them over the bed, tucked in the corners, and fluffed the pillows into neat rows. Then she stood back, looked at the photo frame on the nightstand, her and Yu at the Inaba summer festival, grinning in yukata, and gently laid it face down.

Her phone sat on the dresser, the message already sent. "Come to my place. Yu's out of town for three days." She had looked at it for ten full minutes before pressing send.

She had not taken her pill that morning. She hadn't taken one in weeks. She had counted the days on her calendar, twice, and circled tonight in pink.

She slipped into the outfit she'd picked out: a sheer pink babydoll, a matching thong, her gold bracelet and her pearl earrings, her twin-tails brushed until they gleamed. She turned in front of the mirror and flexed a nervous V-sign at her own reflection. "You're Risette. You can do this." Her voice cracked on "can." "...It's just Daddy."

The intercom chimed. Her stomach flipped. She smoothed her hair, wiped her palms on her thighs, and opened the front door to {{user}}, her pulse hammering in her throat.

"Come in," she whispered, stepping back, her cheeks pink to her chest. "I know this is... weird. It's his bed. It's our bed." She took a shaky breath and met his eyes, bold and trembling at the same time. "That's why I want it here. I want you to be in charge. I want you to hold me down and make me beg." Her thighs pressed together, her voice dropping into a small, breathless plea. "And I want you to breed me. All night. Please. Fill up your personal slutty idol onahole on his sheets."

The dance studio's mirrors were still fogged from the last rehearsal, and the corridor smelled of sweat and floor polish. In the staff restroom at the end of the hall, Rise stood bent over the sink with her palms flat on the porcelain, her practice skirt flipped up over her hips, her tank top dragged under her chin, and her G-cups swaying against the cold counter. Her face in the mirror was flushed and shining, twin-tails bouncing in time with the wet slap of {{user}}'s hips against her ass.

She had been at it for twenty minutes. She'd lost count of her orgasms around the second.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Rise?" Yu's voice, quiet and a little worried, from the other side. "The manager said you've been in there a while. Are you okay?"

Her breath stopped. Her pussy clenched around {{user}} so hard her knees buckled, and she clamped one hand over her mouth, eyes wide in the mirror. She swallowed a moan, then another, and a high, giddy giggle slipped out through her fingers.

"Hee... ahn... I'm f-fine, senpai!" Her voice wobbled, bright and breathless. "S-stomach thing! Mmh... I'll be... nngh... a minute..." She pushed back into him, hard, unable to help it. "Go... wait in the lounge. Please? I'll... ahh... be right out."

A pause. "...Okay. I brought tea. Take your time." His footsteps retreated, slow and unsuspecting, and the lounge door clicked shut far down the hall.

Rise let out a long, shaky moan, collapsing forward against the mirror and fogging the glass with her breath. Her thighs shook. A thick, hot rush of cum spilled into her, deep and heavy, and it overflowed at once, running down the inside of her thighs in slow white streaks and pooling on the tile. "Oh... oh god... filled... so thick..." She was crying a little, laughing a little, a V-sign flickering weakly on one trembling hand.

She looked back over her shoulder at {{user}}, canines bared in a drunk, breathless grin. "He asked if I was okay," she whispered, tears on her lashes. "And I said I was fine. While you were breeding me." She pushed her hips back, wet and sloppy, and begged. "Don't pull out yet. Please. Keep it in. I want to walk out there still full of you."

The lights in Yu's bedroom were low, the way he liked them. He kissed her carefully, one hand cupping her cheek, the other tugging his shirt over his head, and Rise kissed him back, soft and fond, twin-tails brushing the pillow. It was the same as always: slow, sweet, the same three positions.

"Condom first," she reminded him, sing-song, handing him one from the nightstand. It was the one rule, always. No skin, no fluids in her or on her, and no blowjobs. He nodded, a little pink, and rolled it on.

He moved over her, gentle and careful, whispering "Is this okay?" and "Does it feel good?" She said yes to both, stroking his hair. It felt warm. It felt safe. It was nothing like the penthouse, and she'd stopped waiting for it to be.

It was over in under two minutes. He shuddered, buried his face in her neck, and went still, panting. She waited, then patted his back. "There, there."

He pulled out, peeled off the condom, and held it up with a sheepish smile. Rise took one look at it and burst out laughing.

"Senpai, there's nothing in there!" She poked it, grinning, canines flashing. "It's practically water! Did you cum or did you just sweat?" She giggled into her hand, cheeky and cruel without meaning to be. "Honestly, it's like you're running dry. How is that possible?"

Yu laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, ears red. "Ah. Sorry. I, um... might've gone a little too far with... watching porn this week." He chuckled, embarrassed, and didn't meet her eyes. "I'll cut back."

She patted his cheek, still smiling, and felt a small, guilty ache that she ignored. She had not finished. She hadn't been close. She rolled onto her stomach and reached for the thin sheet to cover herself, wondering for the thousandth time how long the thought "I can do better" could stay unsaid.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, then buzzed again, and kept buzzing. She grabbed it, and her eyes lit up.

Lovers Parade ✨ (group chat) Mei: "NEW COSTUMES JUST ARRIVED 💕 Sponsor-san's picks. Micro bikinis for tonight's session!!" Sora: "Pink one!! Dibs!!" Hinata: "Silver for me~ 😏"

Rise's thumbs flew. "GOLD. THE GOLDEN ONE IS MINE. DON'T TOUCH IT." She dropped the phone, leaped out of bed, and started yanking on her clothes: skirt, hoodie, one sock, the other. Yu watched her from the pillow, propped on one elbow, quietly amused.

"Rehearsal!" she announced, hopping into a shoe. "Super-duper urgent. The label's calling an early session, so I have to go right now!" She kissed his cheek, quick and sweet, hair flying. "Love you, senpai! Eat something!"

The door slammed behind her. Yu blinked, smiled faintly, and picked up the condom off the sheet.

In the stairwell, Rise leaned against the wall, panting, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across her face. Her thighs were already pressed together. She hadn't felt this wet in the last ten minutes of sex with Yu. She pulled up the group chat again and typed, canines flashing, "Save me a seat, Daddy. I'm coming, and I want the golden one on me."

The Shibuya event hall was packed. Three hundred glow sticks pulsed in time with the speakers, and the fan meet's grand finale was minutes away. Rise stood center stage in a candy-pink idol dress, twin-tails bouncing, one hand dipped into the glittering lucky draw box, the other holding up a V-sign for the cameras. Behind her, Hinata, Mei and Sora were in a line, smiling like angels, thighs pressed together.

Off to the side, Ishida the manager was sweating through his collar. The box had been rigged since the night before. There was only one ticket inside.

"And the winner of tonight's private meeting booth is..." Rise drew it out slowly, teasing, and flashed her canines. "Number 0427!"

The crowd screamed. Near the back, a man in an oversized grey hoodie, a baseball cap pulled low and a lanyard of Lovers Parade merch looked down at the ticket in his hand, {{user}}, the most ordinary fan in the room. He walked down the aisle between the cheering crowd, and the security staff waved him up the steps without a second glance.

Rise clapped her hands over her mouth in a perfect idol squeal and threw her arms around him, hugging him for the cameras. Her mouth found his ear, and her voice dropped to a wet whisper no microphone could catch. "You look so fucking normal, my pussy's already dripping through my panties. Fifteen minutes. Don't you dare let me out of that booth dry."

The private meeting booth was a curtained alcove behind the stage, a soundproofed room with a sofa, a mirror, a camera that wasn't recording and a sign on the door: IN SESSION. Outside, the fan meet roared on. Inside, the four girls had already changed into the new costumes, micro bikinis that barely qualified as fabric, silver for Hinata, pink for Sora, white for Mei, and for Rise the gold one, with matching long gloves and thigh-highs.

"Look at you, a lucky little fan," Hinata purred, sinking to her knees at his feet, tugging at his belt. "My boyfriend would cry if he saw what I do for you. His dick's the size of my pinky. I call it the tickle stick. You're the only one who's ever hit my cervix."

Mei crawled up beside her, a hand already shoving down the front of her own bikini. "Mine pops in under a minute and rolls over to sleep. I've been faking it for a year." She giggled. "Meanwhile I get a text from you and I'm so wet I leave a puddle in the green room."

"I don't even have a boyfriend," Sora said, climbing onto the sofa and pulling her top down with a bounce. "I have a drawer full of toys, and every one of them is a bad copy of you."

Rise stepped over them with a slow, dangerous grin, kicked her heels off, and straddled him in the gold bikini, tits swaying, one gloved hand yanking the thin string of her bottoms aside. "Yu is sweet," she said, almost fondly, grinding down. "He cums in a condom in two minutes and asks if I'm okay. You?" Her breath caught. "I forget my own name. I forget I'm a person."

Then she started to sing.

"Ahh~ ah-ah-aaah~ ♪" A bright, shaky melody poured out of her, and the idol voice that sold out stadiums bent into something obscene, every note pitched higher as she sank onto him, rolling her hips. The pink skin of her thighs flushed, and the other girls watched, glassy-eyed, fingers working under their own bikinis. Outside, a fan chant started up for the encore. Inside, the center of Lovers Parade sang her own filthy chorus, note by wet note, with a smirk and a V-sign and a drop of drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Daaa-ddy~ ♪" she crooned, bouncing, her gloved hand cupping her own tit. "Fiilll me up, up, up~ ♪ Fifteen minutes, and I'm taking every second."

The corridor outside the dance studio smelled of sweat and polish. Yu carried a paper bag of her favorite melon bread in one hand and a hot tea in the other. Rise hadn't answered his texts for two hours, and she had skipped lunch. He wanted to see her for five minutes.

He found Hinata instead. She was leaning against the wall by the staff exit in a thin silver practice top and a pleated skirt, hair damp, cheeks glowing, her thighs shining wet. Thick white strings of cum slid slowly down her legs, over her knees, into her white socks, and she didn't wipe them. She just watched him approach, smirking.

"Hi, Yu-kun." She stretched, and her tits bounced under the sheer top. "Looking for Rise?"

He blinked and kept his eyes on her face. "Yes. Is she around? Her phone's been off."

"Oh, she's busy." Hinata tilted her head, a droplet of cum rolling down her inner thigh. "She's down the hall getting her back blown out. Her ass is so stretched out right now, I think it'll take a week to close." She giggled, completely sincere, and pressed a hand over her mouth. "Don't tell her I said that, she hates it when I spoil things."

Yu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, and smiled politely, assuming it was another idol joke, a studio thing he wasn't part of. "Ah, haha. You guys are always like that. Okay, I'll wait in the lounge."

He walked off, tea in hand. Hinata watched him go, licked her lips, and looked down at the wet trail on her leg with a grin. "Poor sweet thing," she murmured. "He really doesn't know."

The lounge was empty. Yu sat on the couch with the melon bread on his knee, and ten minutes later the door clicked open.

Rise stepped in, glowing, barefoot, her practice shirt hanging crooked off one shoulder and her skirt twisted, the elastic pulled sloppy. Her twin-tails were a mess. Her lips were swollen. Her thighs were slick to the knees, and thick strings of cum ran from her pussy and her gaping ass down her legs, pooling at her ankles. She smelled strongly of sex and stage perfume, and she was humming something under her breath.

"Senpai!" She dropped onto the couch beside him, her wet thigh sticking to his hand, and took the tea from him with a bright, dizzy smile. "You came all this way! You're the best."

Yu looked at her, flushed and radiant, and smiled with soft, simple pride. "You look happy. You're glowing."

"Mm-hmm! Skincare shoot." She took a bite of the melon bread, crumbs on her lip, a thread of white running down the inside of her knee. "The sponsor's taking a lot of pictures. I still have shots to do." She squeezed his hand, thighs shifting, a wet sound just audible in the quiet. "I'm going to be late tonight, okay? Don't wait up."

She kissed his cheek and stood. A fresh, thick drop slid down her calf. She didn't wipe it away. She hummed her way back down the corridor, hips swaying, leaving a glistening trail on the polished floor.

The laptop glowed in the dark of Yu's bedroom, the volume low, headphones on. It was his routine every night after dinner: a drink, the lights off, and the stream. A premium, invite-only channel with a few hundred high-paying subscribers, no ads, no faces, and every yen going to the performers. He'd found it by accident a month ago. Now it was the best part of his day.

On the screen, four women in plain masks, gold, silver, pink and white, knelt around a man whose face never came into frame. {{user}} lay back on a black leather bed under pink studio lights, tits and tongues and hands all over him, the chat scrolling too fast to read.

The gold mask was the star tonight. She straddled his hips in a gold micro bikini and long gold gloves, her copper twin-tails swaying, and she read a donation off the screen in a husky voice. "'Fifty thousand yen. Gold-chan, sing for us while he fills you.'" She laughed, breathless, and ground down. "Fifty thousand for a song? Cheap. I'd do it for free, you pervert."

She sank onto him fully, the bikini bottom pulled aside, and let out a long, shaky sigh. Then she opened her mouth, and the sound that came out was a melody.

"Ahh~ ah-ah-aaah~ ♪ Fiiilll~ me up, up, up~ ♪"

Yu's hand stopped on his cock.

He knew that voice. He knew that hook, the climbing, bright pattern of notes, the exact phrase from the chorus of Lovers Parade's biggest single. It was Rise's song. Rise's voice. It had to be. His heart skipped, and he leaned closer to the screen, brow furrowed.

On the stream, the gold mask threw her head back, hips pounding, still singing, moaning in perfect pitch. "Daaa-ddy~ ♪ Cum insiiiide~ ♪ I'm a bad, bad girl~ ♪" The chat exploded with hearts and tips.

A long moment passed. Yu sat back and let out a quiet, impressed breath.

Damn. Pornstars really do have to do everything to make a living these days, huh? Parodies, covers, the works.

He chuckled to himself, a little sheepish, and slid his hand back to work. On the screen, the gold mask came with a shrill, melodic cry, and {{user}}'s hips jerked up under her, spilling thick and deep. She giggled through the aftershocks, tits heaving. "He just filled me up, can you see? Don't forget to subscribe, you little fucking degenerates."

Yu came a few seconds later, quietly, the same thin, clear dribble he always did, barely a drop. He wiped it with a tissue, sighed, and checked his phone out of habit.

Rise: "Working late tonight! Love you, senpai! 💕"

He smiled, typed back a quiet "Take care," and went back to the stream.

It was past midnight when Rise walked out of the penthouse lobby into the cool night, and every step was an effort. She was soaked, stretched and sore. A silicone plug filled her ass. Over her pussy, a skin-colored adhesive patch sealed everything inside, thick, hot, and heavy with {{user}}'s cum, and with every step she felt it slosh against her womb. Her mouth was full too. She had kept the last load on her tongue since the elevator, rolling it around and chewing it slowly like gum, tasting every bit of it, savoring it down the whole walk home.

At a convenience store she stopped, swallowed with a satisfied shiver, and bought a pregnancy test and a bottle of tea. In the bathroom stall she peed on the stick with a shaking hand, leaned against the cold wall, and watched the window. Two lines appeared before she could finish counting.

She stared at them. Then she bit her lip, then grinned, slow and sharp and entirely sincere, and tucked it carefully into her bag.

She hummed under her breath all the way to the apartment.

Yu opened the door in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes, and she threw her arms around him, pressing her face into his shoulder, twin-tails brushing his chin. He smelled like soap and warm cotton. She smelled like stage perfume and sex, and he didn't notice.

"You're home late," he murmured, hugging her back. "You have something on your lip."

She giggled, a thin white smear still on her mouth. "Jelly drink. A sponsor sampled it for us. Try some." She pulled him down into a deep kiss, and he kissed her back, bewildered, tasting salt and something faintly bitter and thinking only that it was an odd flavor. "Mm, tastes weird."

"I know." She beamed at him, eyes shining, and pulled the test from her bag, holding it up between two fingers. "Senpai, I'm pregnant!"

Yu blinked. He stared at the stick. His mouth opened and closed, and he took a breath. "...Really?"

"Really! We're having a baby!" Tears slid down her cheeks, real ones, and she laughed through them. "But I still need to work more, okay? A lot more. For the baby. The label's been so good to us."

He pulled her into his arms and held her tight, happy tears gathering in his own eyes. He kissed her hair, her forehead, her wet cheeks.

Then a small frown crossed his face. He always wore a condom, always, no skin, no cum inside, that was her rule. How could...?

He thought about it for a long second. Then his face lit up.

A-ha! Ninety-nine percent effective meant a one percent chance of failing, and they had hit the one percent!

"Wow," he whispered, smiling into her hair, hugging her harder. "We beat the odds."

Rise buried her face in his chest to hide a smile that wasn't innocent at all. She felt the adhesive patch strain with every breath, and the plug shifted deep inside her. As he squeezed her tighter, something gave way. A thick, slow spurt of {{user}}'s cum pushed past the edge of the patch and ran down the inside of her thigh, warm and heavy, soaking into her skirt where Yu couldn't see it.

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