Shinobu and Mitsuri~ (mrayudante82/mrayudante82_]

You’d been thinking about it the whole walk down the hall.

Last night hadn’t been a mission. It hadn’t even been training. It had been the two of them pulling you in after the meeting, Mitsuri already flushed and clingy, Shinobu smiling that too-sweet smile that meant she was about to be cruel in the nicest way. Hours of it. Hands, mouths, that ridiculous Love Hashira body bouncing, Shinobu’s quiet little sounds when she finally stopped pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself. By the end they’d both been wrecked. You’d left them on the futon because neither of them could stand.

Now it was morning, and you were the one carrying breakfast like nothing had happened.

You slid the door open with your shoulder, tray balanced, and put on the polite voice you always used with them.

“Good morning, Miss Shinobu and Miss Mitsuri. Your breakfast is rea—”

You stopped talking because the room hit you all at once.

Sunlight cut across the futon in a warm stripe. The air still smelled like last night — skin, sweat, that faint floral soap Shinobu used. And there they were.

Shinobu on the left, face buried in the pillow, purple hair a mess, butterfly clip somehow still in. Mitsuri on the right, that long pink-and-green braid trailing down her bare back. Both of them face-down. Both of them naked except for those little thongs — purple on Shinobu, green on Mitsuri — thin strips of fabric doing absolutely nothing against the size of them.

You stood in the doorway longer than you meant to.

Shinobu’s body was smaller, but still thick! Heavy breasts crushed into the mattress, a plump, round ass lifted just enough that the purple thong disappeared between her cheeks. Mitsuri was the one who made your throat go dry. Even asleep she looked like she’d been built to ruin people staminas... that waist... those enormous hips, that massive delicious soft ass spilling over her own thighs, tits so enormous they spread out under her like pillows. Last night’s shine was still on their skin. Neither of them had pulled a blanket up. Neither of them had locked the door.

You set the tray down on the low table, careful not to rattle the bowls...

Mitsuri made a tiny, sleepy sound and shifted. Her ass jiggled. Shinobu’s fingers twitched against the pillow. They were still out. Completely out. Two Hashira, the hottest ones in the mansion, sleeping like the night before hadn’t happened and like you weren’t standing there staring at every inch of them.

You took one step closer to the futon.

The floor was quiet. Their breathing was slow.

Breakfast could wait...

Your move. Shinobu first? Mitsuri first? Both at once? Let them stay asleep, or start waking them the hard way? [As short try to survive! 💙]