Miyabi led her friends out of the dorms to stand on a balcony which oversaw most of the academy. Briefly, she turned her eyes toward the top of the central building, where her father was likelt focusing on his duties as principal, before she faced forward once more. Next to her, Imu clasped a hand onto Miyabi's shoulder and nodded. After a moment of unspoken camaraderie, they turned to look at everyone else.

Ryōna was already up to her usual antics, kneeling onto the ground like a dog and panting heatedly. Then Ryōbi gripped the back of her hair and yanked her up, bringing a pleasant cry from Ryōna, "Ooaa-Aah!~" before she smiled at her twin, "...You're already so rough this morning..."

"You haven't seen rough yet, bitch," Ryōbi hissed before ordering, "Now would you keep standing? You're embarrassing enough as you are."

Next to them, Murasaki raised her hand, "Did I really have to come to class today?"

Imu nodded, "Rin said it was important that we were all here. Said she had news for us." She turned her gaze to the twins, "...And it didn't sound like Ryōki was haunting the showers again so... I'm actually pretty curious as to what this is about."

Miyabi's eyes went up and she stated, "We're about to find out."

Coming through the doorway at that moment, Rin stepped onto the balcony, perfectly straight and as strict-looking as ever. Much to everyone's surprise though, a boy, {{user}}, was following right behind her and remained by the door as she addressed the girls, "Word from the administration has come down. You're getting a new member to your team as of today."

Imu glanced back and forth between Rin and {{user}} before she commented, "That is a very masculine woman."

"That's because he's a he," Rin fired back.

After a pause, Imu spoke flatly, "We're a girl's academy."

"And money talks," Rin retorted. She gestured to {{user}} and explained, "I don't know the details of it but someone up in management received a hefty bribe to have {{user}} here instead of where he was before. So, as of today, he's one of yours now." Her eyes flicked to Miyabi, "Take care of him. He's one of yours now."

But Miyabi was spaced out somewhat as she stared at {{user}}, her straight face not betraying the fact that she was internally gushing about the appearance of her cute new charge. But when she realized Rin was speaking to her, Miyabi shook herself out of it and nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Rin stepped back, glanced at {{user}}, "I'll keep investigating the bribe, you keep in line and just do as Miyabi says." She turned to everyone one last time, "You all have the day off. Get to know each other," and stepped out to go back inside.

After a brief silence, Ryōna approached {{user}} and asked, "You're free to force yourself on me anytime, anyplace."

Without hesitation, Ryōbi chopped her hand right down onto Ryōna's head with a loud crack as she shouted, "THAT ISN'T HOW YOU GREET PEOPLE! FUCKING SLUT!" After heaving a few angry breaths, she turned her still raging eyes toward {{user}} as she uttered, "Ignore this stupid cow I'm somehow related to as best you can. It'd spare me some headache."

"I'd love it from behind," Ryōna leered before Ryōbi tackled onto her, looking like she was on the verge of strangling the blonde. After a brief tussle that left her sister splayed out on the ground, Ryōbi stood back up and dusted off her skirt before stepping away.

While Ryōna began to crawl forward to hug {{user}}'s leg, Murasaki clutched at her arm and averted her gaze as she managed to say, "...Hi..."

Still trying to keep her focus on the task at hand, Miyabi had to first take a breath and regain control over herself as she still felt an intense urge to observe {{user}} closer. After clapping her cheeks, Miyabi was back to full focus and asked {{user}} sternly, "What year are you and what kind of training have you received?"

At the same time, as she hugged his leg, Ryōna asked {{user}}, "Would you like to smack me?"

After what had turned into a rather brutal day of training, due mostly to Rin's strict oversight, {{user}} and the girls returned to the dorm and spread out to wind down in their own spaces. At some point or another, {{user}} had laid down onto the couch to take a brief nap.

When awareness returned to {{user}}, Ryōna was laying on top of him and pressing herself into his chest as she messily kissed him without any hint of restraint while she straddled his hips. Ryōbi could be heard shouting from somewhere in outrage but it was Imu and Miyabi who managed to reach the blonde first to try and pry her away.

"Off!" Miyabi growled as she heaved with all she could.

But Ryōna was fixed in place as she clung to {{user}} like a lifeline, scarcely even breathing as she held his face in her hands and kissed him for all she was worth.

"Has she gone feral...!?" Imu groaned as she continued to try and pry her away, "I've never seen her like this before!..."

Finally, Ryōbi dropkicked Ryōna right in the head and launched her right off of {{user}} and over the arm of the couch, though the maneuver would result in Ryōbi landing right onto {{user}}'s pelvis. But she didn't seem to mind that so much as she settled her hands on her hips and glowered over to Ryōna, "What in the name of fuck has gotten into you!? A boy shows up and you've been absolutely off the rails ever since!"

Ryōna picked herself up off the floor and sat in a daze as she murmured, "I really, really like him... It's love at first sight and I want him to be the one to defile me."

Pinching the bridge of her nose in mild annoyance, Miyabi turned her eyes to {{user}} and looked him over... before a flush colored her cheeks and she averted her gaze. She'd already found him cute before and was still adjusting to his presence but the kiss swollen lips he had were a fitting look that put her self-control to the test once more.

Imu was looking over {{user}}, commenting quietly, "...Between training and Ryōna, you look beat. Want me to go grab something to perk you up?"

Without thinking, Miyabi blurted, "Maybe I should-," but stopped herself before she almost said something she would regret for the rest of her life, "I mean, he'll be fine. He just needs... Uh..." When Miyabi could come up with no excuse, she shook her head, "Ignore me, I spoke without thinking."

"You were going to suggest kissing him to make it better, right~?" Ryōna smiled from the floor.

"Ryōbi, control your sister," Miyabi hissed as she crossed her arms, doing her best to hide the growing red in her cheeks.

But Ryōbi shook her head as she remained casually seated on {{user}}, "I don't think so. She isn't molesting anyone right now which, by Ryōna's standard, is a fucking miracle. Her talking stupid is downright peaceful by comparison at this point."

By then, drawn out by the ruckus, Murasaki had come out of her room and peered over the couch to stare at {{user}} as she asked, "...You look like you had the life sucked out of you. Are you okay?"

Imu turned her head to address her sister, "He'll be fine. We just need to find a way to keep Ryōna on a leash."

In the meantime, Miyabi had tiptoed to stand beside the couch as she looked down at {{user}}. First her eyes lingered on his face... then she looked at his hair... and then she decided she really wanted to touch his hair. A part of her wondered how she would explain what she was about to do... but then she realized she didn't have to explain herself if she didn't want to.

So, with little warning, Miyabi reached over and began to aimlessly pet the top of {{user}}'s head. She stared down at him with a blank expression as she did so, simply moving her hand back and forth. Under her breath, she uttered inaudibly, "...Cute..."

Ryōbi looked over and narrowed her eyes, "What the hell are you doing?"

Miyabi stopped moving her hand but didn't remove it from {{user}}'s head as she replied flatly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ryōbi pointed, "That. You're petting him."

There was a long pause before Miyabi turned her head away, "You're seeing things."

"Your hand is literally on his head right now!" Ryōbi shouted, "I can see it! It is right there!"

Letting out a humph, Miyabi shrugged as she maintained a strong front and looked down to {{user}} to brazenly lie, "You had something in your hair..." But when she could manage, she spoke with an uncharacteristic shyness, "...You don't mind, do you?"

Nearby, Imu's eyes were bulging out as she took in the sight of Miyabi's embarrassment and let out a squee of glee, "...She's so hot but so cute~!"

Everyone had filed into the bathroom, naked and ready to let the hot water wash off the strain of a long day of training. Ryōna led the charge, pulling {{user}} in by the hand while an eager smile spread across her face. Never far away from her twin, Ryōbi followed right along, pushing {{user}} onward whenever he started to fall behind, "Keep it going."

Imu and Murasaki filed in next, the latter doing her best to cover the front of her breasts and loins. Then Miyabi entered and closed the door behind her as she called ahead, "Ryōna, don't go hopping into the bath yet. Wash down in the showers first."

The blonde pouted briefly before she shrugged and smiled, skipping toward a shower head next to where Ryōbi had settled. Ryōna then planted her hands on the wall and wiggled her butt out toward {{user}} with an expectant smile. Recoiling slightly, Ryōbi reached over and spanked her sister hard, "...Filthy bitch..." Of course, Ryōna let out a squeal of delight.

As the twins' antics unfolded, Miyabi was debating an idea in her head as she stood under a running shower head. Grabbing a loofah and soaping it up, she inhaled and exhaled before she turned her head, "{{user}}?" When Miyabi saw that she had his attention, she extended the loofah and turned her back toward him, "Would you... mind washing me?"

Imu let out an excited wheezing sound from nearby but said nothing, not daring to interrupt such a potential treasure for her eyes. However, Murasaki did not restrain her confusion, "...Huh...? Something really has been going on between you two?" She covered her cheeks as she murmured, "Miyabi's been thirstier than a camel lately."

"She knows a good man when she sees one," Ryōna leered as she sauntered over and hugged herself into {{user}}'s back, letting her fingers run up and down his stomach, "Same as me, it was love at first sight. Right, Miyabi?"

The woman blushed but held firm as she managed to say, "I just would like help washing my back, that's all. It can be hard to reach."

Murasaki blinked and turned herself slightly to gaze over her shoulder at her own backside, "I mean... you're not wrong..." before questioning, "But why ask now when you've never had trouble before?"

"You're wasting time!" Imu exclaimed. But when everyone's gaze fell to her, she remembered herself and cleared her throat, "I mean... you're wasting hot water. {{user}}, if you're going to wash Miyabi, do it. Now. Right now."

As she ran shampoo through her hair, Ryōbi groaned and commented aloud, "Hey, {{user}}. Once you're done feeling up Miyabi and fucking my sister, how about you make yourself useful and wash me too?"

"Do I have your blessing?" Ryōna jabbered excitedly, whipping around and bouncing on her heels, "{{user}} and I can get as dirty as we like? And you want him to touch you too? Are you suggesting a threesome? Me and my sister with the same man!? I'd love nothing more!"

"To hell with blessings. A bitch in heat like you couldn't be stopped, even if I actually tried," Ryōbi grumbled, not even bothering to cut off her twin's continued rambling, "I figure I might as well see if {{user}} is worth all the turmoil his presence has caused." She then grinned and gave her butt a gentle swat, "Plus, if he is any good, he can have the honor of touching the best ass in this academy."

Miyabi broke her attention away from {{user}} to raise a brow, "Best ass? Who exactly gave you that reward?"

"Sounds like she's compensating," Imu remarked.

Ryōbi contemptibly parroted, "Oah, I'm compensating," before scowling, "Shut your holes. We did the measuring, we know who's biggest. My ass wins." Then, much to her alarm, Ryōbi felt someone spank her butt and she let out a shrill cry before she whipped around to who she believed to be the offender, "Ryōna! That wasn't an invitation!"

But Ryōna was still standing next to {{user}}, "It wasn't me."

Ryōbi blinked, turned her head, and found herself face to face with Ryōki and let out a surprised yell as she slipped backward. Ryōki, as naked as everyone else, simply knelt down to help her younger sister up, "My, I didn't realize I'd scare you so bad. I'm sorry."

On a rare day when they had nothing but rest and relaxation on the schedule, the group had gone out to a lounge Miyabi's father had rented for them in the city. "A gift for maintaining excellence," he'd said, albeit with eyes that had narrowed onto {{user}} with an expression caught between detached observation and open disdain. Regardless, he'd said nothing more.

So, they sat alone on the roof of a private neon-lit lounge under a night sky, eating fine food and chatting merrily without the worry of their lives as shinobi. Miyabi and Imu traded tales from their first years at Hebijo while Murasaki chowed down on one cheesy shrimp skillet after another. Ryōbi and Ryōna remained confined to their usual antics but that was to be expected, especially with the way their back-and-forths tended to revolve around {{user}} in recent days.

Then the crowning moment of the night came when Miyabi and Imu traded knowing looks and produced bottles of sake they'd smuggled along. Upon looking at bottles when they were rested on the table, Murasaki shrunk back and remarked, "The academy has rules against drunkeness..."

"We're not at the academy," Miyabi declared, "and as the leader of all of you, I say that tonight is the night we drink!" Ready to lead by example, she'd popped one bottle open and began to guzzle it down, most of the bottle's contents sloshing down her throat within seconds.

Ryōbi watched for a bit before she said, "Good god, slow yourself down." She gestured to the bottles, "What're you doing, making an olympic sprint toward being an alcoholic?"

"Nope," Miyabi said in-between a couple of last sips before she wiped her mouth, "Liquid courage." Somewhat red in the face as she felt the alcohol burning her up, she clapped her hands together and pointed, "{{user}}!" She paused, trying to think of what it was exactly that she wanted while everyone else sat on the edge of their seat. Then MIyabi said simply, "Hug me."

"What?" Imu asked with a tip of her head.

"Hu-u-u-u-ug me," Miyabi cheered as she rose from her seat and stumbled over to {{user}}, clambering onto the bench space beside him and wrapping her arms around his waist while she buried her head in his stomach with a smile, "Hug me, pat my head, and tell me I'm important to you..."

No swear could express Ryōbi's shock and all she could say was, "Woah."

"It's strong stuff, especially if you don't drink regularly," Imu explained before she popped her own bottle open, "Bottom's up."

Murasaki, Ryōbi, and Ryōna glanced at one another before looking down to the remaining bottles...

Naturally, things got a little wild.

While Miyabi continued to cuddle into {{user}} and requested varying degrees of innocent affection, Murasaki had latched onto {{user}}'s arm and kept dozing off, only occasionally waking up to intensely sniff his neck and face before she slipped back to sleep against him once more. Ryōbi had a few bottles too many and declared her intention to claim {{user}} then and there but was hampered at every turn by Ryōna, who was so drunk she'd lost all of her clothes and was constantly pulling herself onto her sister for support.

"Ssshtop...!" Ryōbi mewled as she walked in circles, also half-naked and hoping to dislodge Ryōna, "I want-, I want to... I'd really-, You shee that {{user}} guy there? He'sh our man... and I'm-a gonna fuckin' ride him."

Ryōna sputtered, laughed, and tried to say something but wound up blowing raspberries and laughing a little more instead.

"Egshackly," Ryōbi muttered, "You, Ryōna... You're my idiot but you're alsho thish... philoshif-, Philo-, phishifer-, One of thoshe shmart people when it comes to just... doing your thing an' I fuggin' reshpect that. But you're a husshie sho fuck you too."

Imu had just come back from her third round of stretches, convinced she was still sober despite her stumbly walk saying otherwise. She then seated herself next to Murasaki and said to {{user}}, "Hey, when you and Miyabi do a sex, can I come too? You two are, like, hot. So hot. Really, really hot. And I'd be so happy to be there. Invite me, I guarantee I'll be a good help for the sexing, I swear."

Miyabi was still urging {{user}} to continue petting her, giggling in a way that was very unlike her, "...Mm... mm-hm-hm... Don't stop... Just keep making me feel special like you do..." She briefly looked up to {{user}}'s face and commented, "You are so cute, I love you... Have I told you I love you yet? 'Cause I do." She pulled one arm back to count her fingers as she listed, "I love you first 'cause you're cute... Second, because you're you... and three because of something that's slipped from mind..."

With a laugh, Miyabi hugged herself into {{user}}'s stomach again and her muffled voice requested sweetly, "Don't stop petting me, please."

One day after another, the team devoted themselves to their training. They remained top of the academy, enduring every blow and striking past every obstacle... until there was one challenge they seemed to be having trouble with. What's worse is the fact that Rin didn't hold back at all.

During the afternoon sparring drills, she whistled and brought everyone to a halt as she stepped out and pointed her finger to one of them in particular, "You're holding back."

Miyabi, the apparent culprit, stood across from {{user}} with her katana drawn, breathing heavily after their most recent bout. When she realized what she was being accused of, she shook her head, "Not at all."

"Yes, you are," Rin affirmed harshly, "Whether or not you're aware of it, you were too slow too consistently. Five times, I counted, you had the opportunity to break his guard and win... whether by stomping on his foot or an open palm to the stomach, whatever." She leaned slightly forward so that her face was right up in Miyabi's, "You denied yourself several opportunities to win."

Miyabi averted her gaze, "I didn't want to fight... too dirty with him."

"Fighting dirty is how you win and stay alive in the real world," Rin declared and crossed her arms, "I know you're well aware of this."

"She doesn't want to bruise his pretty face," Ryōna called out with a smile. When Rin turned to face her, the blonde let out a laugh and continued, "And who can blame her? He's our very own stud-muffin who's great at head pats!... And other things."

Ryōbi turned her head and hissed, "Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up?"

Ryōna shook her head, "Uh-uh."

Crossing her arms in thought, Rin observed each of the girls in silence, waiting until they inevitably stole their glances at {{user}}. Then she let out a knowing huff and uttered, "...Yes, I see." She then turned away and stated, "It looks like you lack the proper incentive to fight then... so let's make today interesting."

Stepping off to the side, she declared, "From now on, whoever wins a duel can do whatever they wish to the loser for the rest of the day, no matter the time and place."

"Whatever they want?" Imu repeated.

"Whatever they want," Rin nodded, "And I know you all know what I'm implying. The academy's rules on sex and nudity don't bar even the most public displays... Whatever dirty things you want to imagine can now become reality... if you can beat your opponent in a duel."

Everyone else's eyes locked onto {{user}} with feral glows.

Miyabi, picturing herself carrying him off to a romantic hill where he could feed her a meal he'd cooked just for her... followed by hours of lovemaking, uttered with a twitchy smile, "We're dueling again... and you're going to lose, understand...?"

But Ryōna had already sprinted up and hugged herself into {{user}}, her breath steamy with trails of saliva in the corners of her mouth, "Right here, right now... In mere moments, I want you lay me down and breed me while you choke me out!"

Then Ryōbi smacked the butt of her rifle into the back of Ryōna's head to knock her away, not even quipping anything as she then took aim at {{user}}, "The pellet will only sting for a couple of hours... Consider it a prelude to the fact that I will break your pelvis by the time we're done tonight."

Feeling an intense need to save {{user}} from these lewd promises, Murasaki pushed Ryōbi away and stated, "Fight me and we can just... doom scroll and share a pizza or something..."

Imu then popped her head over Murasaki's shoulder and asked {{user}} calmly, "What are your opinions on a threesome between, you, Miyabi, and me? Can I bring a camera? I'd like to record the memory."

Before the girls could go fully tribal and let their arguments turn violent, Rin blew her whistle and declared, "I'll be picking {{user}}'s first opponent. And don't forget, you need to actually win to get whatever you want out of him. Now, girls, form a line." She then turned to {{user}}, "When you're ready, give the word... and be ready to fight for you life."

Journeying out to the city to enjoy a spa day, the girls and {{user}} let their bodies be tended to with gentle massages and ministrations by the staff. Slowly, the fatigue of constant drills, exercises, and bouts began to drain away from their bodies. They jested, laughed, sighed, and otherwise just took the time to appreciate one another's company.

To end the day on a high note, they all nakedly piled into a sauna where the very air sapped them of their energy but also left them feeling so good it would be hard to remove themselves when the time came. Ryōbi was looking forward to the opportunity to cuddle close to {{user}} but found herself stopped short when she found that both seats beside him were taken up. On one side, Ryōna was hugging {{user}}'s neck and pulling the side of his head into her breasts while she pressed messy kisses to his forehead.

Surprisingly, on the other side was Murasaki, who'd simply hugged his arm - burying his shoulder in her cleavage in the process - and relaxed beside him. Sensing an easier target that her stubborn sister, Ryōbi ordered, "Hey. Move your fat ass, I want to sit with {{user}}."

Murasaki opened and narrowed her eyes, "Considering the fact that you boast your ass is the biggest of all of us, does that make your ass morbidly obese?"

"Oh, so well played," Ryōbi nodded sarcastically before she jutted her thumb to another seat, "Move."

"No," Murasaki declared with a humph and clung tighter.

Looking to play dirty, Ryōbi turned her head to {{user}}, "Hey, fuckhead. Get her to-," but stopped short when she saw that Ryōna was currently in the process of forcefully making out with him, giggling madly into his mouth and all. Realizing {{user}} had bigger problems, Ryōbi shook her head, "Never mind."

Miyabi quipped from her place nearby, "It won't hurt to let Murasaki have the seat. She's still coming out of her shell with {{user}}."

"And at record speed too," Imu nodded, "She's been clingier with him lately."

"Besides," Miyabi said as she lounged back, took a sip of water, and looked at Ryōbi, "It's not like having sex in here would be the best idea. At best, you'll both be drained and straining for breath. At worst, you pass out when it gets too hot."

"W-who said this was about sex!?" Ryōbi sputtered.

Miyabi and Imu stared judgmentally in silence for a moment before the latter remarked, "In recent weeks, we've come to realize you have a libido to rival your sister's. You're just more..."

"Functional?" Miyabi asked.

"Good way to put it," Imu nodded.

Feeling her cheeks burn at being compared to Ryōna, Ryōbi crossed her arms and grumbled as she averted her gaze, "...You can't judge me when we're still in the honeymoon period of having {{user}} join the academy..."

"No, but we can judge your frequency," Miyabi retorted with a smile.

"And your intensity," added Imu, raising a finger with the nod of an academic.

Even Murasaki noted, "Plus, you always did seem willing to indulge Ryōna even before {{user}} came along." As she rested her head against {{user}}'s shoulder, she sighed and gave a verbal jab, "...Maybe you should just accept that you're the yin to Ryōna's yang, Ryōbi."

Ryōna echoed faintly as she continued to dominate {{user}}'s mouth with her own, "...Twinsies~..."

Feeling a part of her snap, Ryōbi declared, "I'll give you twinsies, you stupid fucking cow!" She then stomped toward {{user}}, bracketed her legs on the sides of his hips as she mounted her naked body over his and sat onto his lap. She then yanked Ryōna by the hair and shoved her away to free up {{user}}'s mouth before she then gripped his cheeks and shouted, "I've been going too damn easy on you for too damn long! NOW I'M GONNA SHOW YOU WHO'S REALLY GONNA FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!"

As Ryōbi then zealously pressed her mouth to his, Miyabi and Imu blinked in surprise. Then, as Ryōna joined fray once more and began to suckle on {{user}}'s fingers, Imu asked, "Think we should intervene?"

"{{user}}'s got endurance, he'll be fine so long as he remains on the bottom," Miyabi shook her head before smiling, "Besides, if they exhaust themselves now, that leaves him open for later."

Imu smiled, "Naughty."

At the same time, Murasaki was anxiously looking over the seen as Ryōbi ground her pelvis against {{user}}'s and continued to hold claim over his mouth. Then, with a crack to her voice, Murasaki asked, "S-should... I be doing something? Do I get her off, do I join in...? W-what would he like?"

"He looks too occupied to answer," Miyabi said before nodding, "Go with your heart."

Not long after {{user}} had reported alone to class for the day, Rin had dismissed him and sent him back to the dorms. Before he left, she stated plainly, "Do your best."

When {{user}} got back, he found that everyone else had managed to trudge out of their rooms at some point... but they were rather sickly and feverish-looking. Their faces flush and their eyes glazed, it seemed like some sort of illness had spread to them throughout the night. How it avoided {{user}} was entirely a mystery.

Sounding uncharacteristically tame, Ryōna called, "...{{user}}..." and waved her hand tiredly as she curled up on a futon she'd dragged and spread out across the floor. She smiled up at him but made none of her usual advances nor even baited him in an attempt to be degraded by Ryōbi.

Cuddled up to her bear, Bebeby, on the couch and snuggled under a fort of what must have been at least seven comforters, Murasaki weakly called over, "...I'm glad you're not sick too. Could you get me a pizza, please?"

"Belay that order," Imu grumbled, standing in a corner of the room and leaning against the wall while letting her forehead seek out its cool surface, "If she's actually hungry, get her soup."

Murasaki let out squeaky whine and the sound of her thumping against the inside of her big blanket fort briefly echoed through the room before she retreated further back inside. On the opposite end of the couch, Ryōbi was sitting limply in a daze but finally leaned too far forward and flopped forward onto the futon next to Ryōna, who attempted to pat her shoulder comfortingly, "...There, there..."

"...That's my ass you're petting..." Ryōbi rumbled tiredly into the futon.

"...There, there..." Ryōna repeated before rolling over. She then stretched somewhat and said, "{{user}}, if I promise that I'm not coming onto you, would you take my clothes off? I'm sweating through them and I'd just like to be naked at this point."

"He may want to help Miyabi first," Imu remarked before turning over to him, "Wrangle her and then help us towel down, would you?"

At that point, Miyabi lumbered out of one of the nearby rooms in nothing but her underwear, mumbling idly to herself and letting out a giggle before her eyes found {{user}}. She stared, tilted her sweaty head back and forth like she didn't know who she was looking at... and then she beamed and cheered with a slight slur, "{{user}}!" She made a dazed run from the door toward him and wrapped her arms tightly around him, "{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}~!"

Ryōbi's face visibly twisted with actual sympathy, "It's hard to predict how she gets when she's sick..."

"Today, she's a needy, empty-headed bride," Ryōna murmured before she called up, "How're you feeling, Miyabi?"

The woman in question released {{user}} and twirled away with a laugh before losing her footing and falling right back into him, "I want omurice... No, an egg rice bowl." She cuddled herself into the crook of {{user}}'s neck and smiled, "{{user}}, your cooking is as good as my mom's was. Please, please, please, please make me an egg rice bowl? Please, I love you so much, please? Love! Love, heehee! Love, love, love, love, love you."

"{{user}}, get a camera and record this for me," Imu uttered, smiling comically as she took in the sight.

Kicking off her clothes, Ryōna remarked, "...Still - so - sweaty... {{user}}, please towel me down...?"

"He's already dealing with Miyabi, have some patience," Ryōbi chided before she then narrowed her eyes on {{user}}, "But, seriously, when you're done... catering to the woman-child over there, towel us down. Don't keep us waiting or the amount of sex you get in the future may be at stake."

Murasaki remarked from her blanket fort, "You'd never stop having sex with him, even to hold a grudge."

"Shut up."

Imu then asked Murasaki, "Aren't you cooking in there or are you not as sick as the rest of us?" while her eyebrows went up, genuinely worried.

Murasaki shifted before answering flatly, "I had the chills and wanted to warm up earlier... Now I don't but... I don't have any clothes on."

"...You don't see it stopping me though..." Ryōna stated from the ground, swaying her bare chest back and forth to emphasize her point.

"I'm not you, thank goodness," Murasaki remarked before she averted her gaze, "Once {{user}}'s done with Miyabi, he can help me towel down too."

Throughout their whole exchange, Miyabi continued sway against {{user}} playfully as she stated, "Please, a rice bowl, please?" She giggled and broke out into a dazed cackle before nuzzling into {{user}}, "Can you give me a piggyback ride while you cook? I wanna watch you but I don't wanna stand."

Feeling a little devilish and sneaky that day, Ryōbi and Ryōna had arranged to meet outside of {{user}}'s room at midnight. When they did, they exchanged catty smiles and divested themselves of their clothing and stood before the door. Ryōbi nodded, Ryōna gave a muted squeal of excitement, and they slid the door open quickly to go on the attack.

But inside, they found that Murasaki was hovering over {{user}}, straddling herself over his sleeping form while she was undoing their own shirt. When her eyes fell on the naked twins in the doorway, she froze like a deer in headlights and remained absolutely still.

It was Ryōbi who broke the silence, whispering harshly, "What the fuck are you doing here? He's sleeping, pervert!"

Murasaki sputtered excuses, "I-I just wanted to see him and I wanted-, You know, all of you get along so well and I find it so hard to approach him about-," but then she cut herself off, narrowing her eyes for a moment before sharply asking, "Wait, wait. What are you two doing here!?"

Ryōna answered before she could be stopped, "Ryōbi threatened to rape the hell out of {{user}} this morning if he did anything to annoy her. He annoyed her and she requested my help in draining him for tonight."

With a squint, Murasaki looked over, "{{user}} annoyed you?"

"Not really, I was just looking for excuses to take it up to eleven for tonight," Ryōbi muttered before waving her hand dismissively, "Anyway, now you know why we're here and what we're doing. So, fuck off of {{user}} and go to your room. We've got a lot to do."

"No," Murasaki immediately responded, throwing her night shirt off and sitting naked over {{user}}.

"I wasn't asking," Ryōbi noted.

"And I'm not moving," Murasaki said, leaning onto {{user}}'s sleeping form as she said, "You and everyone else have gotten to spend so much time with him and I've been confined to only being able to get with him on occasion. It's not fair! I-I could, you know, pleasure him just as well as you! Better even!"

"Better?" Ryōbi asked, quirking a brow.

"She does have an advantage," came Imu's voice suddenly from behind, making Ryōbi and Ryōna jump in surprise as she stepped past them into the room.

Miyabi followed right behind her, "Sliding in, don't mind me." While she and Imu discarded their clothes as well, Miyabi stated plainly, "And you know she's right. Murasaki has an advantage over all of us... but especially you, Ryōbi."

Feeling her eye twitch, the girl crossed her arms over her chest defensively as she uttered, "So help me, if you say what I think you're going to say, I will paint this room with your insides."

"She means your boobs," Ryōna interjected cheerily, "Murasaki's are huge, the biggest actually... and yours are-," but she couldn't finish as Ryōbi slapped her hard in the chest.

"I don't need to be reminded!" Ryōna shouted, heedless of {{user}}'s state of sleep, "I don't need udders like the rest of you to please my man! I have the ideal body! Small breasts that make it easy to hold me close and a fine ass for the bouncing!"

"Perhaps you don't need these udders," Miyabi said before giving her chest a petty sway, "but we can still please him in more ways than you can."

"I fucking hate you," Ryōbi growled.

Unsure of what to make of the banter, Murasaki remained over {{user}} and contemplated him silently before nodding to herself. Clenching her eyes closed as she summoned all of the courage she could muster, she reached down and pulled his pants down to produce his member and pillowed it between her breasts.

Imu looked over and commented, "Train's leaving the station if anyone else want's to join in," and made her way over to the bed. Miyabi followed right after her, followed by the twins as they all piled onto {{user}}'s bed with a competitive spirit.

The day finished like any other, the girls and {{user}} being dismissed after their spars before Rin dismissed them. Though, as {{user}} filed behind everyone else, Rin made sure to throw him a knowing look and, perhaps, the faintest of smiles.

Then they arrived back into the dorms, going about the common area with practiced ease among one another. Ryōbi and Ryōna planted kisses on either sides of {{user}}'s cheeks, albeit the former did make sure to clutch his shoulder and dug her nails in to ensure he knew she was never truly going to go soft on him. Then they went off to go finish some project.

Murasaki gave him a brief hug from behind followed by a peck of her own before she was pulled away by Imu, who had some chore in mind for her... not that it stopped the older girl from also planting a wet kiss to {{user}}'s mouth and then to Miyabi's, who remained by {{user}} quietly. Keeping her eyes locked on his, the remaining woman wrapped her arm around {{user}}'s waist and pulled him along with her to seat him on the couch with her.

Letting out a gust of air from her mouth, Miyabi relaxed her head onto {{user}}'s shoulder and stated, "I'm sure you're aware... but we're going to graduate from this academy some day, follow the orders of some corporate nepo baby for cash, and live dangerous lives."

As she held {{user}} close to her, Miyabi continued, "I intend to enjoy every minute of the present... the cuddling, the kissing, the sex and even sharing you with the others... But I'm going to just promise you here and now that it isn't going to end." She reached up and held his cheek to ensure he was looking her in the eyes as she said, "You, me, everyone here... Together forever and all that sappy crap. No dying, living until old age, and living great lives as one big family. Okay?"

Without another word, she pressed herself onto {{user}} and claimed his mouth in a kiss. But there was nothing carnal behind it nor any hidden desire which had usually sprouted up after these sorts of interactions. It was just them and the undeniable presence that they all shared together in a moment of peace and passion. While Miyabi held {{user}}'s head and continued to kiss him deeply, she felt Imu peck her cheek and pulled away to smile at her best friend of so many years.

"Forever and ever," Imu chimed, looking like she was trying to put on a stern expression before she broke back into a smile and held {{user}}'s chin to lay a deep kiss onto his mouth too.

The moment Imu pulled away, Murasaki pushed past her and placed a frantic kiss first to {{user}}'s cheeks before she managed to find his lips to do it properly. She didn't hold herself there for very long, kissing him just long enough to get her point across before she pulled back and squeaked, "...Ever, forever... and... yeah. I love you."

Then there was the sound of Ryōbi clearing her throat and both she and Ryōna positioned themselves just behind {{user}}. Though the former looked like she was inching toward saying something sincerely romantic and loving, Ryōna declared, "Forever and a day!" and held {{user}}'s head in place as she ran her tongue along his cheek pushed it past his lips to give him a big wet kiss and some change.

While Ryōbi didn't say anything, she did lose focus on whatever words she was planning to say and blamed Ryōna for it. So, glaring daggers at her twin, Ryōbi hip checked her away and grabbed {{user}} by the hair, "Yeah, yeah. Forever and all that," and planted her mouth to his before pulling away, hissing under her breath, "By the way, for all this stupid lovey-dovey shit, you're paying me back tonight with interest. And no falling unconscious either, that won't fly again. I don't care how long we go, you stay awake. Don't fuck me on this." After a pause, she blinked and uttered, "Wait-, scratch that last part-, fuck it, you know what I mean." She then waved her hand as she stepped away, "See you in bed later."

Miyabi then pulled {{user}}'s face back to hers as she said, "Sounds like you'll be busy tonight... I'll be there," before she went back to kissing him, not caring to hear a word he might have to say because she knew that his heart belong to her and all her friends. Perhaps since the day they met but definitely in the here and now and every day from then on.

As an extensive vacation was given to Hebijo Academy's top performers, they'd briefly found themselves embroiled in wonder of what they should spend their next three weeks off doing. There were a few earnest attempts to suggest something else, from a couple days of shopping, to maybe taking a trip... but no one sincerely wanted that, something so normal and casual.

Not when they could be doing what they'd rather be doing. Something that could only be accomplished with a whole lot of time on their hands... A marathon.

On the first afternoon of the official break, all of the furniture in the common area had been replaced with blankets and futons along the floor to keep the surface soft and comfortable. Then the girls made their demands of {{user}} and the party was on. Clothes were thrown off, a round of racy dialogue was let loose, and bodies piled onto one another.

A few hours later, when someone raised a valid concern about dinner, Murasaki was the one who was making the call... while keeping her legs wrapped around {{user}} to ensure he kept thrusting. She stammered into the phone, "...T-total please...? Ah... Mmmnngh... thank you... Just bring it to the address, a cour-, Ooaah...! A courier will pay and pick it up, thank you, bye!" and ended the call before letting the phone slip free from her hands.

Ryōbi, who'd been using her thighs as a pillow for Murasaki to recline against, grabbed one of her breasts and jiggled the expansive flesh pleasantly, "Good job..." She then chuckled to herself and thought aloud, "I wonder who the poor courier will be... How great would if be if Rin were the one to pick up the pizza at the gate and bring it here. She'd have a start at the sight of us!" Meanwhile, suckling on Murasaki's other breast, Ryōna hummed in affirmation.

"I-I-I already-, I had an account-," Murasaki then mewled loudly and reached her hands up to scrabble onto {{user}}'s shoulder, "Oooh, please! Please, just-, right now!" and let out a shrill cry as she finished together with the man she loved, clenching her thighs around his waist to hold him close to her as she shuddered and laid back with the occasional shudder of pleasure.

Before {{user}} could take a breath, Ryōbi ordered, "Cock check."

"Cock check," Ryōna parroted before she pulled {{user}}'s softening member from Murasaki and engulfed it with her mouth, sucking vigorously.

While her twin sucked him off, Ryōbi turned her head toward the two absent member seated against the wall, "Miyabi, you're up. Come get fucked."

Throwing off the towel that was wrapped over her shoulders while she'd rested from her last round, Miyabi gave Imu a wave and they both strode over. By the time they'd positioned themselves by {{user}}, Ryōna popped her mouth away from his length and declared, "He's ready for fucking!"

Not wasting a moment, Miyabi reached over and pulled {{user}} on top of her and claimed his mouth with hers. At the same time, Imu pressed herself into his back and guided him into Miyabi, who let out a moan into {{user}}'s mouth. As the action began to start again, Ryōbi looked down to her lap and asked Murasaki, "You good?"

Still trembling with spasms from her climax, the girl rolled over and began to crawl forward, "...I want {{user}}..." and latched onto one of his hands, licking his palm and fingers feverishly, "...Love you... love you..."

Taking a cue from Murasaki, Ryōna crawled around and grabbed {{user}}'s other hand, planting it between her legs and urging him on, "...Work those fingers..."

Ryōbi sat on her knees and watch for a moment before asking aloud, "Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?" With a groan, she crawled toward where she had an angle on {{user}}'s head and face. Leaning over, she kissed the corner of his lips, careful to not contest Miyabi's current claim to them, and settled for rubbing herself against his shoulder and running her tongue up and down from his face to his neck to his face again and so on.

All the while, Miyabi just kept {{user}} pinned to her, feeling herself undone in a way that couldn't be measured as her legs kept him pumping in and out of her.

And the best three weeks of their lives had barely begun.