Makoto's gaze shifted from Mika's broken form to the two Hashiras watching from the sidelines. "Pairing photos next. Fix her makeup, then help her with the poses, Yuna."
Yuna's eyes narrowed to dangerous, predatory slits. "Me?" she snarled. But there was a flicker of something else in her eyes, a slow and cruel plan to reassert her dominance started forming.
"Fine," she said, her voice a little too sweet. A harsh smile spread across her face in a perfect, terrifying imitation of Shinobu Kocho.
Yuna glided into the frame, her movements graceful but radiating menace. She stood over the kneeling, muzzled Mika. Then she leaned down to wipe Mika's tears and reapply the foundation. "Sucking his cock in front of us feels so good, didn't it, sly fox?" She whispered.
Then Yuna turned back to the camera and announced, her soft voice more chilling than any shout, "First pose, Demon Submission." She placed her foot, clad in a traditional tabi sock and geta sandal, on Mika's back, between her shoulder blades.
It wasn't a hard or brutal gesture, just a light, almost casual touch. "Chin up, Nezuko-chan," Yuna cooed sweetly. "Look at the camera. Let them see what a good, obedient little demon you are."
Mika obeyed. She lifted her head, her pink eyes still shining with unshed tears, staring directly into the lens. The bamboo muzzle was in place, her puffed-out cheeks a grotesque testament to her absolute submission. And on her back, a single point of contact: Yuna's foot.
Makoto's mouth fell open as the scene unfolded, but he kept taking photos. "Are you using this chance to get your revenge on the poor Mika, Yuna?" He smirked.
Yuna's smile widened. "Revenge?" she repeated, her voice soft. "Don't be silly, big bro. This is just... character-building. Shinobu-san has a certain authority over the other characters. I'm just being authentic."
She pressed her foot down just a little more. Mika let out a small, muffled whimper, her body trembling under the light but undeniable pressure. "See?" Yuna cooed. "She likes it."
"Come on, do something cutesy so we can actually sell these." Makoto chuckled, "I don't want this to become an SM photobook. It's our first."
"Right, it's our first photobook together," Yuna murmured. As if a switch had been flipped, her entire demeanor changed. The cold, sadistic aura vanished, replaced by a bright (but downright fake) smile. "Alright, fine," she huffed with a theatrical sigh. "You want cutesy? We'll do cutesy."
Yuna removed her foot from Mika's back and kneeled down beside her. She wrapped an arm around Mika's shoulders, pulling the smaller girl into a tight, almost suffocating hug. She leaned her head against Mika's, her cheek pressed against the synthetic fibers of Mika's wig. She smiled at the camera with a perfect, saccharine smile.
"There, we must look so cute together," Yuna said. "Happy now, big bro?"
It was a picture of sisterly affection. But Makoto could see what the camera couldn't. He could imagine Yuna's fingers, hidden from view, digging into Mika's arm with vicious intensity.
He could see the way Mika's eyes, shaking with a mixture of pain and pleasure, were locked on his. And he could see the almost imperceptible twitch in Yuna's smile. Unable to move his eyes away, he kept pressing the button on his camera.
"Okay, should be enough. Join them, Ayane! Let's do some group photos. I'm too lazy to look for reference poses now, so let's improvise." Makoto commanded.
"My favorite word," Ayane purred, her voice a dangerous hum. She sauntered into the frame, a whirlwind of pink and green and a truly astonishing amount of cleavage. Without needing to ask for permission or wait for his direction, she just took over.
Ayane positioned herself behind the kneeling duo, a towering, dominant figure in her Mitsuri cosplay. And then, with a triumphant groan, she wrapped her arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight, inescapable embrace.
Her hands, with shameless precision, found their targets. One hand cupped Yuna's breast, a firm, possessive squeeze that made the petite girl let out a high-pitched, indignant squawk. The other hand found Mika's shoulder, a gesture both comforting and claiming.
"Hashira Group Hug!" Ayane announced. She rested her chin on top of Yuna's head and grinned at the camera. "Come on, girls," she purred. "Smile for the camera."
"Get your fucking hands off me, you giant, perverted cow!" Yuna snarled, her face a priceless shade of crimson. She struggled like a furious, flailing ball of rage, but she was trapped.
Mika just let out a small, muffled whimper, her body pliant and almost boneless between the two warring Hashiras. Her cheeks still puffed out, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
It was glorious chaos. But it was also the best shot of the day. Makoto's camera clicked, making a soft sound in the middle of the mayhem.
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They managed to wrap up the photoshoot at 2 PM.
"Geez, it took longer than I thought! The raw photos aren't too bad, though," Makoto said, wiping his sweat. He remembered Mika's puffed cheeks and removed her bamboo muzzle. "You can spit it out in your hand now, Mika."
The moment the bamboo muzzle was removed, Mika gagged. A thick and surprisingly large glob of Makoto's semen, now a semi-translucent, sticky mess, spilled from her lips into her cupped hands. She stared at the puddle in her palms with something like awe on her face.
With her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and red, Mika looked more alluring than ever. She didn't seem disgusted, just stared at the cum in her hand like a trophy of her devotion. "Wow, that was... a lot, darling. You came so much for me."
Yuna watched with a jealous, burning look in her eyes. "For god's sake," she snarled. "Are you going to just stare at it all day, or are you going to go wash your fucking hands, filthy slut?"
Ayane leaned against the wall with a slow, predatory grin on her face. "Well," she said lazily. "That's one way to end a photoshoot, boss."
"It would be a waste to wash it, though," Makoto smirked. "Just slowly savor and swallow it, Mika."
Mika's smile widened into something that was no longer angelic at all. Her eyes, shining with delirious fervor, locked onto his. "Of course, darling," she whispered. As if she were taking a communion wafer, she slowly brought her cupped hands to her lips.
She licked with a slow, sensual motion of her tongue, savoring his thick and sticky fluid. Her eyes closed in bliss. She swallowed, making a soft sound in the stunned silence of the room. When she was finished, she licked her palms clean, not a single drop wasted. "Delicious, darling."
Ayane watched with her jaw practically on the floor. A competitive grin spread across her face. "You have anything left for me, harem king?" she purred and pushed herself off the wall, her hips swaying with confident swagger.
She came straight to Makoto and kneeled at his feet, her eyes blazing with hungry, competitive fire. She pulled his pants down, took a good look at his still-soft cock with shameless hunger. "I believe that there's enough for a second serving."
Yuna let out a strangled, incoherent screech. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" she screamed, her voice cracking with the sheer force of her rage. "YOU'RE ALL PERVERTED, DISGUSTING, CUM-GUZZLING SLUTS!"
No one was listening.
"Come on, if you don't join, there won't be any left for you, Yuna," Makoto shrugged, patting Mika's head. "You did well, Mika, good job."
Mika leaned into his touch with a soft, contented purr vibrating in her chest. She nuzzled his hand like a cat, her eyes half-closed in blissful contentment. She gave Yuna a slow, smug look over her shoulder. It was a silent declaration of her superior status.
It was also the final nail in Yuna's coffin. Her face cycled through emotions so rapidly it was almost a blur: disbelief, then rage and jealousy. Makoto's casual, offhand taunt and Mika's smug look had pushed her past the point of no return.
"THAT'S MINE!" she shrieked. She moved with the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal. She didn't ask Ayane to move or try to share. She shoulder-checked the larger girl. Her clumsy, but effective move sent Ayane sprawling to the side with a surprised "Oof!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY, YOU GIANT, PERVERTED COW!" Yuna snarled, scrambling into the vacant spot at Makoto's feet, like a whirlwind of gray hair and righteous fury. She grabbed his now-limp cock with both hands, a gesture that was less sensual and more like a starving person claiming the last piece of bread.
"You think you can just give what's mine to these sluts?!" she spat, glaring up at him, her eyes blazing with desperate intensity. She was practically vibrating with rage. "I'm the main wife! I get firsts, seconds, and thirds! It's in the rules!"
Without another word, she shoved his cock into her mouth in a desperate act. She was staking her claim in the most primal way she knew how.
Ayane, recovering on the floor, just stared at the scene with her jaw hanging open. And then, an amused grin spread across her face. "Well," she muttered to herself, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Game on, Main Wife."