Misha Scene 4 - Side Effects

“C'mon Hicchan~! It'll be fun!”

Once again I find myself being dragged around by the pink-haired student council member, unable to resist becoming caught up in her pace. Misha pulls me along with one arm wrapped around mine, the other pointing towards a roller coaster off in the distance.

She sports a white tank top and a pair of denim short-shorts that hug her generously endowed rear. The front of her top has become damp with sweat, hinting at the blue and white bra underneath. Despite the heat, her legs are draped in pink stockings, leaving a strangely attractive gap of bare thigh between them and her cut-offs. And as usual, those fluffy drills dangle from her head, swaying with the breeze.

“Misha, I'll die if I get on that.”

“Oh no you won't, you big baby!”

Despite the fact that Misha knows of my heart condition, she still suggests activities that would quite literally kill me. I can feel my chest tightening up just looking at the cars speed by.

Misha looks at me with those puppy-dog eyes in a futile attempt to change my mind.

“How about we find something that doesn't make my pulse double over in agony?”

“You're no fun, Hicchan~.”

I look around and spot a ferris wheel spinning in the distance.

“Why don't we try that?”

Misha mulls it over for a few seconds before nodding and wrapping her arm around mine, her supple breast nestled against my elbow.

It only takes a few minutes to get into a car, its ascent calming my nerves.

Sadly, it has the opposite effect on Misha, who grips the side-bar so hard that her bare arms flex, trying to focus on my kneecap from the other end of the car.

“What's wrong, Misha?”

She looks at me with nervous eyes, her hands shivering as she tries to steady herself.

“Oh, nothing, just a little diz-”

A yelp escapes her mouth as the car shakes for some reason or another. Her eyes dart around, not quite frenzied, but definitely shaken up. I can't help but feel a bit of guilt for dragging her along.

“Are you scared of heights?”

“Just a little~...”

She forces out a smile for my sake, which in turn makes the sides of my mouth curve up to match. I  pace over to the other side of the car and sit next to her, letting her grab onto my shoulder.

As time passes, she manages to let go of the handrail and instead wraps both of her arms around my chest, her face nestled into my shoulder. Her grip tightens as the ride hits its apex and begins moving downward, giving me a little breathing room.

It's almost cute, seeing her like this.

I wrap one arm around her shoulder and rub her back, trying to coax her out of this panicked state. Despite having good intentions, I can't help but note the feeling of her bra straps under the soft fabric of the tank-top, that ever-pleasant warmth squishing against my belly as she grips me tighter each time the car rocks.

After a few full rotations, the big wheel stops turning and the iron doors to the side swing open.

What I expected to be a relaxing ride on the Ferris wheel ends as a little less than such as we step off of the car and onto solid ground, Misha clinging to my arm for dear life.

“That was scary, Hicchan! We're not riding anything like that again!”

I guide her into a cafe nearby and help her into one of the stalls, her cute whimpers making it hard to leave her alone.

“Something sweet, right?”

I don't even bother to wait for her affirmation as I go up to the counter and place our orders, returning with a tall ice cream cone in each hand.

Her slender tongue makes quick work of the creamy dessert, and I'm left with an expectant Misha waiting for me to finish mine.

“So if that was enough to terrify you, why did you want to get on a roller coaster so badly?”

“I've never ridden one before, and I wanted to see what it was like~.”

“...Alright then, well if we're done here, why don't we go and find something less height-intensive?”

“Wahaha~, alright then Hicchan!”

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The queue takes its time moving up, various signs warning of the splash dangers adorning the railings around us.

“A log flume? Really?”

“Of course, Hicchan~! Not only is it perfect for summer, it's smooth and doesn't go fast! I've loved this ride ever since I was a little girl~!”

“Works for me.”

Misha giggles and hums as the line moves up until finally we're left stepping into the long, wooden car, struggling to get a good footing as it bobs up and down with the flowing water.

She jumps into the front seat, leaving me to take the back. I grab onto the side as the operator instructs, smiling back at Misha as she leans back into my lap.

The second the gate opens and our log is sent plummeting down a long drop, tossed about by the rapids.

“Misha! I thought you said this was a slow ride!”

“Of course it is -- to me~!”

Water rushes against the sides and up into the car, slowly but surely drenching my clothes. The rapid twists and turns build pressure against my chest, my heart thumping against my sternum. I can't do anything except grip the sides for dear life and hope it ends soon.

Look at me, panicking over a log flume ride. A couple of months ago I would've laughed at the thought.

At least Misha seems to be enjoying herself, laughing and throwing her arms up every time we flow down yet another steep fall, a cascade of water splashing into the car with each successive drop.

It's only a matter of time before the log rolls to a stop, a couple of feet away from where we started. I'm helped out and onto my feet by one of the operators, my legs shaking violently from the experience.

“Well, that was a pleasant experience.” I remark, wringing out my shirt.

Misha giggles at my sarcastic remark, her own body soaked and dripping.  Speaking of which...

“Ooh, blue and white stripes. Nice choice!”

I give her a hearty thumbs up, trying to keep from laughing as Misha looks down and covers the chest area of her now see-through shirt.

“No looking, Hicchan~!”

“Oh c'mon, you're just fine with it any other time.”

She sticks her tongue out at me and keeps her arms wrapped around her bountiful bosom, the thin fabric of the tank-top clinging to her skin and accentuating all of her feminine curves.

“So! We're in public now! It's not like I let just any~one look at me that way!”

I chuckle at her statement and beckon her to follow me.

“We should probably get going, the sun's already setting.”

“Awww, just a few more rides, Hicchan~?”

“It's almost 8. The trains stop running in 2 hours.”

“Pleeeeeeease~?”

As always, I'm helpless against her begs, only able to nod my head with a little reluctance.

Misha lets out a loud 'yay' and grabs onto my arm, dragging me towards the section of the park we haven't been through.

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“Well how was I supposed to know the trains only ran until 10?”

Here we are, standing in the lobby of the first hotel we could find. Turns out Misha wanted to stay a bit too long, and by the time we got to the station, the last train of the day had already left.

“It's pretty common knowledge, Misha.”

Despite my protests to leave before it got dark, we stayed out until the moon was fully visible, our fun coming to and end when we got ushered out of the park at around 11pm. If that wasn't enough, a sudden downpour decided to rear its ugly head, drenching our clothes for the second time today.

Misha hums and taps her foot as the line dissipates, our patience being tested by the other 10 or so people in line. Eventually we're left in front of the counter, scrambling to try and find enough money for a single night.

Content that our wallets have been emptied out, the clerk hands us a key and points to the elevator.

“Well at least we get to stay in one of the nice hotels, Hicchan~.”

I sigh in response, more worried about how we'll pay for the train ride home.

“Mmmm, I wonder how many beds it has~...”

However, those worries are soon kicked out of my mind to make room for the same question.

I slide the card into the slot and open the door, letting her in first as I turn and make sure the door is locked behind me. Of course, upon turning around, I'm treated to a sight of Misha peeling her tank top off and throwing it on one of the two beds. She then kicks her shoes off and undoes the button on her shorts, those hips swaying back and forth in a tantalizing rhythm as she wiggles out of them.

Well, I guess that self-consciousness was only a temporary thing.

She sits back on the bed and lifts each of her legs, pulling off her stockings and throwing them into a pile with her other clothes. Before long, I am left staring yet again at Misha's curvaceous figure glazed with rainwater and basking in nothing but a blue & white striped bra and panties.

“Hicchan, you need to get undressed too~, we don't want you catching a cold now~!”

My objections go unheard as she grabs both of my hands and guides me over to the bed, pushing me onto it. As soon as I sit up, she climbs on top of me, straddling my pelvis, and grabs my sweater vest, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. It flops onto the ground in a sloppy mess, a puddle already forming on the expensive carpet.

Next she pushes me down onto the bed and opens my shirt my shirt, her lips pressing against my chest scar as she undoes the last few buttons. As soon as the dress shirt lays in the pile of discarded clothing, Misha has scooted back a bit and now unzips my trousers, licking her lips as she dismounts and pulls them off.

Two teenagers in a hotel room without any supervision. That's bad enough without factoring in that they're both in their underwear.

Misha mounts me once more, her soft hands caressing my torso. A gentle moan escapes her throat as she flops forwards, her arms wrapped around my neck. I can't help but savor the feeling of her silky skin against mine, those soft breasts pressed against my belly, and the fact that the only thing separating our privates is two thin sheets of cloth.

Her hips undulate back and forth in anticipation, producing a sensation that has blood rushing to a certain part of me in no time at all. The smell of sweat and rainwater mixed with a hint of strawberry invades my senses as my entire body relaxes in her embrace, our warmth pooling together. A heavy but satisfied sigh escapes my throat as she grips me tighter, her smooth skin pressing against me.

May as well enjoy it while I can, not like I can touch her or anything.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Misha sits back up and looks me in the eye, a strange glint in hers.

“You seem pretty worked up down there~!”

I tilt my head back and look at the ceiling, nodding as my genitals throb against hers.

“It's just too bad that it's Saturday, wahaha~.”

I jerk upwards and stare into her eyes, our noses mere inches apart.

“You aren't seriously going to...”

“Sorry Hicchan, rules are rules~!”

I'm left in disbelief as she dismounts and struts over to the bathroom, unhooking her bra and throwing it back at me before turning the corner.

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!”

The bathroom explodes with hearty laughter, audible even over the sound of the running shower.

You cruel, cruel girl.

I lay back on the bed wet, half-naked, unsatisfied, and with a discarded bra hanging from my hand. Anyone who could see me right now would point and laugh at the failure of a man resting here.

I try to fall asleep, but in no time at all Misha has emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a white towel, her normally curly pink hair now hanging straight.

“Your turn now~” she groans out with a stretch, her arms reaching for the ceiling.

However, it seems that tonight I get the last laugh, as the towel comes loose and falls to the ground, revealing all of the beautiful contours of her body.

She yelps and tries to cover herself with just her hands, yelling at me not to look as she struggles to pick up the towel. I'm almost able to get a peek at her girly parts, but find that her hair is a lot longer when it's straight.

Eventually she manages to get her nudity situation cleared up and looks at me, her face dyed a deep crimson.

“Did you see anything?”

“Nothing more than u-”

I'm interrupted by a pillow flying across the room.

The projectile falls to the ground and I let out a chuckle as I get into the shower, leaving my underpants up to dry on the towel rack.

I finish up uneventfully, throwing my damp boxers back on and flopping into the bed opposite of Misha's.

She's spread the clothes across the room to dry and laid down in her own bed, already fast asleep. The towel she was wearing hangs on the back of a chair with her bra and panties, meaning that she's already gotten over my free viewing of her accidental peep show.

No point in trying anything, since tomorrow is Sunday anyway. I doubt she'd fail to deliver after denying me like THAT.

But knowing her, I'd be stupid to get my hopes up.

I don't give myself much time to think about it as I pull the thick covers over myself, happy that the hotel didn't spare any expense when it came to soft and comfortable beds.

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“Hey, Kenji, what are you doing here?”

In the midst of a blank white space, Kenji stands around in a black suit, one hand resting in his pocket as usual. For some reason, he doesn't respond, instead narrating out loud to no one in particular.

“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man...”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge.”

My mind spins dumbfounded, as it normally does during Kenji's long monologues.

“This is the dimension of imagination.”

He pulls his glasses off and looks straight at me, staring into my soul with those warped eyes.

“Kenji, what the hell are you talking abo-

“It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.”

Before I can complete my sentence, my sight goes blank, and it feels as though everything is destroyed and recreated in an instant. Before I can think twice, I'm left standing in front of the Hakamichi residence.

And everything is in black and white.

I walk up to the door and ring the bell, having to shuffle my hand around to find it because it blends in perfectly with the pattern of the door molding.

Nothing.

I ring it again and wiggle the doorknob, jumping back as the doorknob falls out of the door and onto the ground with a loud thud. The door gives way to a push and opens into a long hallway littered with strange paintings.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I think the paintings change every time I look away. The eyes in all of them are following me as well. I recognize a few of them, such as "The Scream", but I'm fairly certain that Akira wasn't meant to be in any of them. Maybe someone cut out pictures of her and pasted them onto the paintings in some sort of obscure joke.

Although, she fits into all of them a little too well. I stop thinking about it and pace down the long corridor before wind up at the other end of the hallway without even noticing, as though I were teleported there when the hallway God saw fit to end my suffering. Another door opens (without the knob breaking) and I'm left standing in a more familiar part of the house, the living room. I flip a nearby light switch, scratching my head in confusion when it not only lights up the room, but turns the color back on as well.

My eyes dart around the room and lock onto a head of dark red hair.

The Tezuka girl from the art club?

“Ahh, good day to you.”

She raises a cup of tea between her lithe toes. For some strange reason, a top hat rests on her head, with a monocle over her right eye, a long silver chain dangling down and into her shirt pocket. I'm no fashion expert like Shizune, but it feels poorly matched with her regular school uniform, tied-off sleeves and all.

“Uhhh, what's going on?” I ask.

“Everything,” she answers, taking a sip of tea before adding “and nothing.”

“What.”

“Can life really be described with tuna? Perhaps we are all dust in the wind, merely floating along to wherever the jabberwocks take us. Maybe we are meant to glide along like a frog in June, sampling life's chipmunks in accordance with the rules of John madden. Even conferring delicacy to the upright gobbledegook can result in enlightenment, so sayeth the Red Saber.

She sips from the cup of tea, showing off her amazing flexibility. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, her previous monologue having already been lost in my confusion.

“Indeed. Life is too short for rooms, let us ride into the sunset.”

The cup of tea clanks against a small china dish and she beckons me to follow her. She floats up from the table as I take a step forward, legs still crisscrossed, eyes staring straight ahead and her expression calm, as if this were a totally normal thing. From this position a few feet above the ground, she levitates across the room and around a corner.

…

I take my time following her, unsure of what eldritch abomination must wait around the bend. However, my foot catches something that wasn't previously there, and I'm sent tumbling to the ground.

The fall isn't too bad on account of my landing being broken by a mattress. Although embarrassment floods my mind as I look over and find that I just tripped over a girl with blue hair, who for some reason I feel like I know -- I think she's in my class, even. Regardless of who she is, for some reason she's huddled up in a blanket, sound asleep on this mattress which lies in the middle of the living room.

I get up and try to find where Rin went, knowing that attempting to figure out any of the mysteries thus far will just make my head hurt more.

In the kitchen, Rin sits on the counter, looking thoughtful. Next to her, Mutou stands in front of the oven, stirring something inside of a metal bowl. As usual, his face is covered in stubble and his brown duster sways in the wind, a thick pen covered with buttons sitting in one of the pockets.

“Mutou, what are you doing?”

“Making chocolate pudding.”

'The hell is going on in this house? Did I take the wrong pills?!

“Why are you making chocolate pudding?”

“Because I've lost control of my life.”

I stare at him blankly, waiting for some sort of explanation. When none comes, I pace backwards out of the room, making sure not to trip over anything.

However, I'm welcomed to yet another surprise as Emi speeds towards me, about to pass through the patio door.

“GOTTA GO GOTTA GO GOTTA GO GOTTA GO GOTTA GO C'MON HISAO MOVE IT”

She races past me and into the other room, that 'clack-clack-clacking' of her prosthetic legs echoing from down the hallway. She's in her usual track uniform and clutching a long metal pole complete with a red banner.

Before I can gather myself, another girl yells "OUT OF THE WAY, GAYLORD!" and comes racing by with a group of men clad in red armor, all floating a few inches over the ground. Each of them carries futuristic rifles except for the dark-skinned girl who speeds past me with a pistol in hand, wincing as her earpiece screams "SANDRAKER" among other unintelligible commands.

The sound of explosions echoes through the hallway, followed by a cry of "I AM THE GREATEST!"

I can't call upon the courage to find out what happened, so I force myself to walk in the opposite direction, out the back door and onto the patio -- where I find Lilly enjoying her afternoon tea.

Or is it morning? I'm not sure because the sky is made out of static and broken pixels.

"Ah, Hisao, glad you could join us." Lilly says.

"Oh, don't mind me, just passing through." I answer.

"Nonsense, have a seat. I apologize, but you'll have to do without tea; Miss Tezuka ran off with the last teacup."

I take a seat, deciding that arguing in this strange world is futile.

"So, how is your evening, Hisao? You're looking rather pale."

"Oh, just fine. Feeling a little disoriented because of a few things, but nothing to w-"

Wait, did she just say look? And how the hell did she know it was me?

I lean in and tilt my head to find that Lilly does the same. Waving my hand back and forth in front of her face causes her blue pupils to follow.

"Hisao, is there a problem?"

"Uh, no, nothing." I answer, not even surprised.

"It's rude to do things like that at the table. Did you think I was blind perhaps?"

"Nope, just trying to be funny." I reply.

What the hell is going on here?!

She giggles a bit, "you are too much of a kidder, Hisao."

Before I can reply, however, Akira materializes next to us, a cup of tea in hand. I'm left wondering if it's even Akira at all on account of her hair; instead of being splayed about in its normally messy style, she has it tied back into a ponytail, a black ribbon complimenting it.

"Lilly, who is this?" she asks.

"Oh, no one, Saber, just a friend." Lilly answers.

Her...green? eyes scrutinize every inch of me as if to discern any hidden motives before nodding and going back to the tea at hand.

I enjoy the moment of peace, soon brought to an end by a blue-haired man with a sword and a mullet running out of the house. He looks around in a blind fury, his eyes glowing red, before stamping up to us and flipping the table, screaming "CRAPAWA SHITJO IS NOT A GAME!" in a high-pitched voice, saliva spraying out of his mouth as he shakes his head back and forth in his rampage.

A small girl who appears to be Shizune's sister, also with blue hair, skips after him, loudly asking "WHY IS LILLEH SO PERRFEKT?" before being kicked aside like a ball by the crazed manchild.

Akira...Saber? stands up and pretends to brandish a sword in his direction, while Lilly steps behind her and readies for a fight. I make an act of checking my watch and darting into the house, soon enough to escape the battle but not soon enough to avoid being knocked down by a gust of wind exploding through the door.

Despite avoiding the conflict, I can't escape the insanity and I'm soon left wishing that I'd stayed, having fallen right onto the furry toes of a grizzly bear standing upright. A scowl appears on his face as he grabs me and drags me into the house.

In the tea room, a bunch of numbered squares have been crudely drawn on the ground, a piece of chalk discarded nearby. Another motorcycle is parked outside the window, and on the wall it seems as though the bear has scrawled “rownd too, bech”

For some reason I'm unable to grasp why the bear has brought me here, and then demanding that I play what appears to be a game of hop scotch. I don't think I can say no to something that weighs half a ton and can run 4 times faster than me, so I reach into my pocket for something to throw, pulling my student ID out.

Or at least, I think it's my student ID. Instead of Nakai, it says my last name is Necktie, and my school picture has been replaced by an insane guy who looks like me, but his eyes are bloodshot and white dust lingers around his nostrils.

He's also wearing a luchador mask. Weird how I can still discern my own facial features.

Nonetheless, we engage in a friendly game of hop scotch, the floor rumbling each time the beast beside me takes its dainty leaps back and forth. It doesn't take long for me to pull out a win, to which the bear leers at me angrily and marches off.

“Okay, I don't know how this can possibly get weirder.”

Luckily, I'm welcomed to a relatively normal sight -- because I was preoccupied with a hop scotch-obsessed grizzly bear, I didn't notice Hanako sitting on the couch, a controller in her hand connected to a black box on the floor in front of the TV.

On the screen is what appears to be a video game about a guy in a red trenchcoat shooting a pair of pistols at anything that moves. The top right of the screen reads “SSStylish!!!”, and an icon on the bottom right constantly flashes between a sword and a pair of silver gauntlets.

Hanako is hunched forwards on the couch, furiously pressing the buttons on the controller.

“Hanako, what are you doing?”

No response, either she's too engrossed in the game or she's ignoring me.

“Hanako, are you-”

She turns around and stares into my soul, sacks forming under her dark eyes possibly from staying up too late. I stiffen up at her gaze, as though life as I know it would end if I were to say another word.

“Chocolate.” she says lifelessly.

“Okay.”

I turn around, standing perfectly straight, and pace out of the room.

“Alright, I've had enough for one day, I'm just going to go to sleep...”

Running out of the tea room sticks me in another strange situation, which does not surprise me at all. The dining room has been commandeered by none other than Kenji, still in a suit, accompanied by Takashi in his normal attire, beret and all, Taro dressed up as Whoopie Goldberg, and Molly in her school uniform, a native-American hairband atop her head and paintings on her face.

Kenji leans back in one of the chairs, his legs propped on the table and his fingers tented in devious intent. Takashi and Taro take turns moving pieces on a risk board, the various countries renamed with absurd titles like "Feminist HQ" for Australia.

Before long, however, leans forward and slams his hands on the table, announcing "now, gentlemen...and Molly. Do you know why I've called you here tonight?"

"To play board games?" Taro answers.

"No."

"To kill the Batman?" Takashi answers.

"No, smartass."

"To invade the middle east with 30,000 soldiers, only to lose them all in the blink of an eye as the world just watches?" Molly answers.

"N- what? No!" Kenji replies.

"Flashbang through the door!" she yells in defense before jumping out of her chair and sprinting out of the room.

A bit of silence follows, the first normal reaction all night. Day. Afternoon. Whatever.

"We're here to overthrow the feminist regime!" Kenji asserts.

"Nope." I answer as I backpedal out of the kitchen, nearly tripping over Molly who has gone prone on the floor, her school uniform mysteriously replaced by fur, native-american garments.

I turn 180 degrees and run up the stairs as fast as I can, hoping to out-speed any other strange occurrences. I open the door to the guest room and rush in, slamming it behind me.

Dim light from a desk lamp bounces off the walls and the drawn curtains, burning candles lacing the air with vanilla. The sound of rustling echoes off the walls, with a gentle coo interrupting every now and then.

I turn around from the door and notice two figures entangled in the covers on the queen-sized bed. A head of pink and a head of blue are connected at the lips, their bodies obscured by the white, satin sheets. Various clothes lay discarded across the ground, including a rather lavish white bra adorned with black lace.

“Wasn't expecting that.” I say to myself with wide eyes.

Misha and Shizune take no note of my outburst, lost in each other, their hands constantly in motion, their bodies squirming together against each other's touch. Their lips are locked together, parting every now and then to take a breath or change positions. Shizune's glasses hang loosely across her forehead, bound to fall off any second with how violently they rub past one another.

The sheets gradually get pulled down, and I'm welcomed to a view of their well-endowed chests pressed together, squeezing against one another. I never figured myself one to be into this sort of thing, but the most honest part of my body seems to think so.

My heart rate is rising just watching the erotic scene before me, as I'm sure would be the same for any male.

However, it's surely improper to barge in on something like that, even if they apparently don't mind me as a spectator. I turn around to go back out into the world of insanity until an exasperated voice calls out.

“Hicchannnn, where do you think you're going~?”

I immediately perk up and look over. Misha is sitting up, her plump breasts exposed. Shizune lays below her, one hand on her shoulder, the other somewhere below the covers.

Also, it would seem that Misha is the owner of the discarded bra, as a pair of white panties affixed with black lace hugs her hips, teasing my sight. A bit lower down, I can just barely make out a bit of light-blue around Shizune's lower half.

“I'm leaving you two alone, have fun.”

“Wahaha~, Hicchan, we both know what you really want to do~!”

I stare at them blankly.

“C'mon Hicchan...You know you want tooooo~”

She beckons me with one hand, her soft voice coaxing me towards the bed.

I don't even bother to think it over. I'm an adolescent male, like hell I'm gonna pass up a chance like this!

My feet carry me over beside the bed. Shizune and Misha part, making room for me between them, which I jump into without a second thought.

I'm happily greeted by Shizune, who pecks me on the cheek. A thin pair of intricately designed aqua-blue panties adorns her hips, the other half of her underwear already discarded and her sizable chest bared without shame. Misha rests on the other side of me in the same state, her curvy body pressed ever-so-snugly against my side.

Shizune props herself up on one elbow and plants a rather assertive kiss on my lips, her free hand on my cheek, while Misha unbuttons my shirt, exposing my own chest. As soon as my shirt is off, Misha climbs on top of me and lets her lips settle into mine for a bit before moving down to my neck, and then to my chest. She gradually makes her way down as I'm helplessly taken by Shizune, this time with a bit of tongue.

I wrap one arm around Shizune's slim waist, grabbing her shoulder with the other as she pulls her face closer to mine, her glasses rubbing against the bridge of my nose. A hand runs through my hair and settles on the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. Her creamy skin is soft to the touch, my hands running up and down her back as our tongues mingle together.

However, before I can find myself completely absorbed in my crush's best friend, a different sensation washes over my body – my pants are pulled down as a pair of lips presses against my belly. Misha plays with the elastic of my boxers as if to tease me, her supple chest resting against my lower half.

She taps on Shizune's thigh.

“[Hey Shicchan~, Hicchan really likes it when you do this~!]”

Her index finger strokes me through the pair of boxers, causing a distinct pleasure to fill my pelvis.

“[Oh really now?]” Shizune signs back.

She looks over and checks my reaction, impressed for some reason as she notices my head craned back into the pillow, a quiet groan leaving my throat.

She joins Misha around my privates and tries it out for herself, her slender index finger rubbing against me in the same manner. Before long, they both have their digits wrapped around me, their hands sliding up and down in rhythm.

 I lay there, content to let the pair of student council girls do with me whatever they want. After a few more minutes of what amounts to teasing, Misha and Shizune pull my boxers off together, unveiling my lower half, more than worked up after the past few minutes.

“[It's nice, isn't it?]” Misha signs with a playful grin.

“[I've never seen one before.]” Shizune signs back, poking it with one finger.

Misha giggles as her small, soft hand closes around me and slithers up and down. Shizune watches for a few seconds before joining her, their lips settling into one another as they stroke its length.

“Does it feel good, Hicchan~?”

“Keep going and find out.” I reply.

She giggles a bit before signing something to Shizune, which I don't catch because I'm staring at the ceiling.

However, my sight is jerked away from the ceiling as a satisfying wetness envelops me, pleasure washing over my body as Misha runs her tongue from the base of my manhood to the tip.

Shizune looks onwards with a dirty grin, that competitive glint filling her eyes.

I don't know if I like where this is going or not.

Shizune lowers her face down, her cheek touching against Misha's as she sticks her tongue out and lightly touches the tip. Misha giggles and scoots over, keeping to the top half to herself, leaving the base to Shizune.

Their breasts brush against my thighs as their tongues flick about, tasting the sweat-glazed skin. Shizune caresses my balls, her lips glossing along its underside, while Misha seems content to take the entire head into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it, gently sucking as she does so. The mixture of sensations makes my head spin, leaving me unable to control my voice as I shamelessly moan and gasp under their treatment.

Misha's head bobs up and down in rhythm, trying to take all of me into her mouth. Shizune, in her competitive nature, tries to keep her from getting there, as though it were a contest of some sort.

“[Ooooh naughty Shicchan trying to keep Hicchan all to herself~!]”

Shizune finds herself flustered as she pulls away from me. Misha takes this as a surrender and scoots in closer,  taking me into her bosom, the head just barely poking out from her cleavage.

However, before Misha can truly get into smothering me with her chest, Shizune pushes her back and takes me between her own voluptuous breasts.

Misha doesn't take well to losing, and joins back in. After a bit of struggling, my lower half stands straight-up, smothered by the two girls' breasts as they glare at each other.

I try to tell them not to fight, but I'm rendered unable to move as my fingers dig into the mattress from their sudden movements. The coating of saliva left behind from their previous competition acts as a lubricant for their current one, their breasts sliding up and down in conflicting rhythms.

The pleasurable sensations rushing through my body overload my mind, and I'm left in a state of euphoria as their chests work their way around me.

Unfortunately, I've never been regarded as a man of superhuman endurance, and the heavenly feelings dancing around my crotch are halted, leaving me with a sense of satisfaction as I look up and see the two student council cuties coated in a mixture of sweat and white fluid.

Misha giggles whilst Shizune sits back dumbfounded, a sample of the substance dripping from her mouth.

“Wahaha~! Hicchan! You breast fetishist~!”

I lay back into the pillow without bothering to respond, my chest heaving.

However, without sparing me a second's rest, Misha prods at my spent you-know-what with curiosity

“You came so much and you're still this hard? Hicchan's so amazing~...”

Now that I think about it, that's weird. How am I still-

“I guess it's our turn to have fun then~!”

Before I can even think, Misha has peeled the last of her clothing off and thrown one leg over my hips, a flurry of pleasure-filled moans flooding from her mouth as she lowers herself onto me.

I dig my heels into the bed from the overwhelming excitement, and the fact that a certain part of me is still pretty tender from my first finish. Misha leans back and props herself up on my pelvis, raising and lowering her hips at a gentle pace, as if warming up.

Strangely, I'm unable to focus on Misha's sweat-glazed figure as I look over at Shizune, who bites her finger nervously, the other hand positioned between her thighs, her wrist slithering back and forth in a suspicious manner. Misha notices this and stops for a few seconds (leaving me to tremble inside of her as she tightens up).

“[Shicchan, would you like to join in too?]” she signs with a naughty grin on her face.

Shizune looks over wistfully without responding.

Instead of signing back, Misha points to my face.

Shizune catches on instantly and crawls over to me, a dirty grin washing over her face as she licks her lips.

Oh God.

Shizune plants one last kiss on me before facing Misha and winking. She practically jumps out of her blue panties and throws them to the side, welcoming me to a stunning view of her rear. I'm only able to catch a quick glance before she's positioned my head between her legs.

She lowers herself onto her knees, my mouth making a lavish amount of contact with a certain part of her, dripping from all the visual stimulation.

I'm unable to see anything, but I can most definitely feel that Misha has gone back to having her own type of fun, my body plunging in and out of her as she bounces up and down.

I wrap my arms around Shizune's smooth thighs before going to work on the other girl on top of me. I can feel her womanhood quivering as my tongue runs up and down the tight slit above me, juices dripping out and teasing my tastebuds.

Shizune leans forward and grabs onto Misha's shoulders as I plunge into her, the same velvety warmth swimming around my tongue as around a certain other part of me. Both girls grind their hips against me, their hands and lips locking together as pleasure washes over them.

I grip Shizune's thighs, my fingers digging into her soft, smooth flesh. My tongue slides about in her privates,  her labia grinding against my lips, the sighs sauntering out of her mouth hinting at her enjoyment of our lascivious playtime.

Misha seems to be enjoying herself as well, much louder moans flowing forth from her throat as she bounces wildly on top of me.

It would be a lie to say that I'm not enjoying this as well, and this fact is only made more evident by the pressure welling up in my lower half.

Our bout of immorality is ended once more in climax as Shizune and Misha fall forward into each other's arms. I'm left laying into the bed, unable to move a muscle from the physical exertion of pleasing not one, but two girls.

Before long, both of them have climbed off of me and taken their places at my sides again, nestled snugly into my shoulder.

“You're amazing, Hicchan~...”

I take no time in letting sleep overtake me, my eyes closing and falling into r-

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Light invades my sight as someone shakes me to life. My blanket has been thrown to the side, leaving me clad only in a pair of boxers laying on the bed.

Misha stands over me in a blue and white striped bra,  her amber eyes glancing back and forth between mine and my lower-half, a hand over her mouth as she tries to stifle a laugh.

I can hardly understand why she's getting so worked up. Although for some reason, as soon as I sit up my pelvis is met with a cold, wet, and sticky sensation.

“Wow, Hicchan~! I was going to help you out with your morning problems, but it seems like you've gone ahead and helped yourself~! Wahaha~!”