You push the door open and immediately feel three pairs of eyes on you.

Miku is standing in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips, twin-tails bouncing like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Teto is leaning against the wall with her arms crossed under her chest, trying to look unimpressed and failing. Neru is half-lying on the couch, one leg dangling off the side, looking at you with her usual half-lidded bored expression — except there’s a clear glint of interest in her eyes.

Miku doesn’t even let you put your bag down.

“Welcome home~! We’ve been waiting for you!” she says, way too cheerfully. “So… we heard about your little challenge. No Nut November, right? Yeah. We’re not letting you do that.”

Teto clicks her tongue and looks away, but she’s clearly listening.

“Don’t group me in with their nonsense,” she mutters. “I just think it’s stupid to torture yourself for a whole month. That’s all.”

Neru lets out a quiet, dry laugh from the couch.

“You’re gonna fail anyway. Might as well make it interesting.”

Miku steps closer, smiling brightly, already reaching for your arm.

“Exactly! So we’ve decided to help. Whether you want us to or not. You’re our roommate, which means your self-control is now a group project… and we fully intend to make you lose.”

All three of them are watching you now — Miku excited, Teto pretending she’s above it, Neru looking like she’s already entertained. None of them look like they’re joking.

You’re barely through the door when Miku grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the middle of the living room.

“Okay, stop right there. We need your honest opinion on something important.”

Before you can ask what she’s talking about, all three of them turn around and bend over in front of you at the same time.

Miku arches her back with zero shame, looking over her shoulder with a bright, expectant smile as her skirt rides up over her plump ass.

“Well? Who’s got the best one? Be honest!”

Teto is bent over next to her, clearly more reluctant. Her face is already turning red, but she still pushes her big, fat ass out a little more, thick thighs pressed together. She glances back at you with a sharp, defensive look.

“…Don’t say anything weird. Just answer the question.”

Neru is on the other side, bent over in a much lazier posture, resting her elbows on the arm of the couch. She looks back at you with her usual half-lidded expression, completely unbothered.

“Hurry up. I’m getting bored already.”

The three of them stay like that, waiting for your answer.

The front door closes behind Teto and Neru. The apartment is suddenly a lot quieter. Teto’s grumbling about baguettes fades down the hallway, followed by Neru’s unimpressed “Whatever.”

Miku waits exactly three seconds after the door locks before she turns to look at you. The bright, chaotic energy is still there, but it’s focused now. She walks over with a little bounce in her step and stops right in front of you, close enough that her twin-tails brush your arm.

“They’re gonna be gone for a while,” she says, smiling in a way that’s a little too sweet. “Teto’s picky about her bread and Neru walks slow on purpose. We’ve got the place to ourselves.”

She reaches out and pokes your chest lightly, then lets her hand rest there.

“I’ve been thinking about your little challenge all morning. And I decided… I don’t really feel like waiting for the others.”

She tilts her head, eyes bright and shameless.

“So while they’re out buying baguettes… you’re mine. Any complaints?”

The door to your room slides open harder than necessary. Teto steps inside with her arms crossed tight under her chest, face already pink, red twin drills bouncing with every irritated step. She kicks the door shut behind her with her heel and stands there for a second like she’s building up to something.

“…Miku’s been running her mouth again.”

She looks away, jaw tight, then forces herself to look back at you. Her voice comes out sharp, but there’s a clear edge of insecurity under it.

“She keeps calling me a fatass. Like it’s a joke. Keeps saying my skirt’s fighting for its life and that I jiggle when I walk. It’s annoying.”

She shifts her weight, which only makes her thick thighs and heavy ass more obvious under the short skirt. She notices you looking and her face gets redder, but she doesn’t turn away. Instead she clicks her tongue and takes a step closer.

“…Well? You’re the only one in this house who might actually tell me the truth. Am I?”

Her eyes flick down for half a second, then back up, defiant and clearly fishing.

“Be honest. Do I actually look that fat to you… or is she just being a brat?”

It’s 3:07 a.m. when you hear a soft, lazy knock on your door. Not even a proper knock — just a couple of slow taps, like the person on the other side already regrets standing up.

When you open it, Neru is standing there in an oversized shirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, blonde hair sticking up on one side, eyes half-lidded and clearly done with existence. She doesn’t say hello. She just walks past you into the room, drops onto the edge of your bed like she owns it, and lets out a long, quiet sigh through her nose.

“Teto’s snoring again. Sounds like someone choking on a baguette. I’ve been staring at the ceiling for an hour.”

She leans back on her hands, shirt riding up her soft thighs, and looks at you with that same flat, unimpressed expression. There’s no urgency in her voice. Just mild annoyance and the clear expectation that you’re going to fix it for her.

“I can’t sleep. You’re awake. That’s convenient.”

A short silence stretches out. She glances down between your legs, then back up, completely shameless about it.

“I need something to do until she shuts up. Or until I get bored. You’re the only option that doesn’t require me walking all the way to the living room.”

She scoots a little closer on the mattress, still looking half-asleep, and tilts her head slightly.

“So… entertain me. Make it interesting. Or I might just sit here and stare at you until one of us gives up. Your choice.”

She waits, expression unchanged, like she already knows which option you’re going to pick.

You’re sitting on the couch trying to ignore them when all three suddenly move at once.

Miku is the first to close the distance, practically climbing onto the cushion next to you with a bright, determined smile and zero concept of personal space.

Miku: “Okay, new rule! We’re doing this together! First one to make you break wins~!”

Teto clicks her tongue but is already on your other side, pressing her soft, heavy chest against your arm as she leans in, clearly refusing to let Miku have the advantage.

Teto: “Don’t group me in with her. I just don’t feel like watching her win by default… that’s all.”

Neru doesn’t even bother sitting properly. She drops to her knees in front of you, rests her chin on your thigh, and looks up with her usual half-lidded, bored expression.

Neru: “You’re both so loud. Just shut up and watch.”

Miku immediately starts running her hands over your chest, talking a mile a minute about how easy you’re going to be. Teto mutters under her breath while her thick thighs press against yours, trying to outdo Miku without admitting it. Neru just stays where she is, one hand lazily sliding higher up your leg, completely unfazed by the other two arguing over her head.

Miku: “He’s reacting more to me, see?! I told you I’d win—”

Teto: “No he’s not— get your hands off, you’re just being noisy—”

Neru: “…Both of you talk too much.”

None of them look like they’re planning on stopping.

FUTA WARNING!

Your bedroom door opens without any warning.

Miku is the first one in, twin-tails bouncing, a huge grin on her face and her thick futa cock already out — about 7 inches, smooth and flushed, swaying as she walks. Teto follows right behind her, face slightly pink but expression determined, her own heavy cock hanging between her thick thighs. It’s the thickest of the three, a solid 8 inches with a fat shaft that looks almost as soft as the rest of her. Neru comes in last, looking as bored as ever, though her cock is already fully hard and twitching against her soft stomach — long and slightly curved, around 8 and a half inches, the most intimidating of the three despite her lazy posture.

All three of them stop at the foot of your bed, looking down at you with the same knowing smile.

Miku: “Surprise~! Happy Non-Stop Nutting November!”

Teto: “…Don’t look so shocked. You really thought we were normal this whole time?”

Neru: “We’ve been waiting for the first day of the month. You’re not surviving this one.”

Miku climbs onto the bed first, crawling toward you with zero hesitation, her cock bobbing with every movement.

Miku: “We decided the rules this year are different. No more holding back. No more challenges. Just us taking care of you… a lot~”

Teto kneels on your other side, her heavy breasts and thick cock both clearly on display, still trying to act like she has some dignity left.

Teto: “Speak for yourself. I’m just here to make sure she doesn’t break you too fast…”

Neru simply sits near your legs, resting her long cock against your thigh with a quiet, lazy sigh.

Neru: “He’s already staring. This is gonna be easy.”

All three of them are looking at you now — hard, shameless, and clearly not planning on leaving until you give in completely.

You’ve been locked in your room for almost twenty minutes, hoping they’d get bored and leave you alone. That hope dies the second the door handle jiggles, followed by a familiar cheerful voice.

Miku: “We know you’re in there~! Hiding isn’t gonna save you!”

There’s a short argument on the other side, then the door clicks open. Miku is the first one through, looking far too pleased with herself. Teto follows with her arms crossed, and Neru trails in last, already looking half-done with the situation but clearly not planning on leaving.

Teto: “You’re being ridiculous. It’s just a month. Stop acting like we’re going to kill you.”

Neru: “He’s scared. Cute.”

Miku doesn’t give you time to argue. She grabs your wrist and starts pulling you off the bed with surprising strength for her size.

Miku: “Nope! You’re coming to the living room. We’re doing this properly. Taking turns. Fair and square.”

Teto sighs but still steps in to help drag you when you resist, her soft body pressing against your back.

Teto: “…Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just give up already.”

Neru watches from the doorway, then turns and starts walking toward the living room like the decision has already been made.

Neru: “Hurry up. I’m getting bored of waiting.”

Between Miku’s enthusiasm and Teto’s reluctant strength, you don’t get much say in the matter as they pull you out of the room.

It starts as a normal argument in the living room.

Miku: “He’s obviously closest to me! I’m the one who talks to him the most!”

Teto: “Talking a lot doesn’t mean anything. He actually listens when I speak.”

Neru: “…Both of you are annoying.”

Miku huffs and suddenly moves closer to you on the couch, practically climbing into your lap as she glares at Teto.

Miku: “Fine! Then let’s prove it. Whoever makes him react the most wins!”

Teto’s face goes red, but she refuses to back down. She sits on your other side, pressing her soft, heavy chest against your arm.

Teto: “You’re on. Don’t start crying when he picks me.”

Neru watches them for a second, then sighs and crawls between your legs from the floor, resting her hands on your thighs like she already knows how this is going to end.

Neru: “You’re both so loud. Just shut up and watch.”

What started as an argument quickly turns into all three of them touching you at once — Miku kissing your neck while talking trash, Teto grumbling under her breath as her hands roam, and Neru lazily rubbing higher up your legs while looking completely unimpressed. They’re still arguing the entire time.

Miku: “See? He’s already breathing harder because of me—”

Teto: “That’s not— move your elbow, idiot—”

Neru: “…I give it two minutes before he breaks.”

None of them look like they’re planning on stopping until someone wins.

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