Mafuyu took a deep breath and nodded. The shy, flustered woman from earlier was gone; in her place was a determined competitor.
"Please... be gentle with me, honey," she whispered, her voice soft and deliberately seductive as she crawled toward Makoto, her movements confident. "I'm just a poor, innocent pregnant woman trying to win a date."
"And her turn begins!" Ayane shouted. "Can the dark horse Mafuyu pull off a miracle?! Or will she succumb to the pressure?!"
Mafuyu ignored them. She straddled Makoto's hips without putting her full weight on him, hovering just above his achingly hard cock. She looked down at him, her brown eyes carrying a fire he had never seen before.
"Yuna-chan focused on your pleasure, Makoto-san," Mafuyu said, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "But I think, to make you feel the best, you need to focus on my pleasure."
Before Makoto could process what she meant, Mafuyu slammed her hips down, making him hiss. "Damn, who taught you to ride like that, Mafuyu-nee?" He thought and let out a groan.
Mafuyu let out a breathy moan, a sound completely at odds with her usual shy whimpers. Her eyes, dark and hazy with lust, locked onto his. She rolled her hips in a slow grinding circle that milked Makoto's cock from base to tip, then set a relentless bouncing rhythm. Her soft ass slapped against his thighs, and the room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of her taking his cock to the hilt over and over again.
"THAT'S CHEATING!" Yuna's furious scream echoed from the floor. "He's already hard from my turn. She's fucking him without any foreplay! It's a cheap trick! DISQUALIFY HER!"
"Holy shit, go Mafuyu!" Ayane shrieked, jumping to her feet. "I didn't know you had that in you! Work that mommy-dussy! Make him call you mommy!"
"Her strategy is good," Mika noted calmly, her voice cutting through the chaos. "It's more effective than using her mouth or hand."
Mafuyu threw her head back, a drawn-out moan escaping her lips. Her hands flew to her breasts, pinching her own nipples. She was completely lost in it while riding him for all she was worth with her eyes half-shut and her mouth open.
"Ah... ah... I'm a bad girl, aren't I?" she whimpered, looking down at him, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. "Fucking you like this... while I'm pregnant with your baby... I'm so dirty, Makoto-san..."
She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest, her long hair tickling his skin. Her pace quickened, becoming frantic and desperate. She was chasing her own orgasm, and she was using his cock to get there.
"Watch me, Makoto-kun," she whispered, her voice husky and commanding. Her eyes bored into his. "Watch me cum for you. Don't you dare look away."
As Mafuyu throbbed against Makoto's cock during her climax, her cunt clamped around him in a hot, rhythmic spasm. That was the final, irresistible pull on a trigger he'd been holding for too long.
Makoto let out a choked, guttural groan, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he swelled and then exploded. "MAFUYU!" he roared. Hot, thick semen flooded her, a powerful jet that filled her to the brim. Rope after rope pumped into her, and he was powerless to stop it, even if he wanted to.
Mafuyu cried out, making a keening wail of bliss. She felt every pulse, every hot spurt, her eyes rolling back as the dual sensations of her own orgasm and his overwhelmed her completely.
She collapsed onto his chest, panting and sweaty, but victorious.
"POINT FOR THE DARK HORSE!" Ayane shrieked, jumping up and down. "MAFUYU SCORES! ONE-NIL IN THE FIRST ROUND!"
Yuna let out an incoherent scream of rage from the floor. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the bed, a childish gesture that did nothing to relieve her frustration.
Mika just calmly made a note on her phone. "Point awarded to Mafuyu," she announced. "Time to climax: 2 minutes and 47 seconds." She looked up, her expression composed but her eyes sharp. "Score: Yuna, zero. Mafuyu, one. Mafuyu is currently in the lead."
Mafuyu lifted her head, her face flushed and her hair a mess. A shy but incredibly smug smile played on her lips as she looked at him with shining eyes. "Did... did I do well, Makoto-san?" she whispered. She knew she did.
"You did well, Mafuyu-nee," Makoto said, hugging her back as she collapsed onto him. Mafuyu nuzzled into his chest, her body soft and warm against his, and let out a contented sigh that was both genuine and strategically perfect.
"Just let me catch my breath," she whispered against his skin. "You're so warm..."
"Sly girl, trying to recover her strength while leaving my cock soft," he thought as Mafuyu kept cuddling until her time was up.
Makoto wasn't wrong about her. She was deliberately resting, letting his heart rate slow, letting the post-orgasmic haze settle in. She was making it harder for the next person.
Ayane immediately caught on. "Oh, that's BRILLIANT!" she shouted, pointing at Mafuyu. "The Snuggle and Sabotage tactic! She's draining the main tank and keeping him limp! That's next-level strategy, Mafuyu!"
"THAT'S... THAT'S CHEATING!" Yuna screamed from the floor as she scrambled to her feet. "She's trying to keep him soft on purpose! Get off him, you big-assed cheater!"
Mika calmly held up a hand. "It is a valid strategy, Yuna-chan. The rules did not forbid her from doing it." She looked at her phone's timer. "Mafuyu-nee, your time is up. Please get off him."
Mafuyu gave him one last squeeze with her inner muscles. Then, with a soft smile, she slowly climbed off. Makoto's cock slid out of her, followed by a thick dribble of cum.
Mika looked up from her phone, her gaze sweeping over Makoto and Yuna. "Yuna," she announced. "You are up. The score is currently one-nil."
"Think you can turn things around, Yuna?" Makoto let out a low chuckle, his cock lying soft and flaccid against his thigh, practically mocking her.
Yuna stared at his limp cock with disgust and fierce determination warring on her face. His taunt hit its mark, her eye twitching visibly.
"Turn things around?" she hissed, crawling up the bed until she was kneeling right between his legs. "I'm going to turn you inside out, you useless, drained pervert."
She grabbed his soft cock roughly, squeezing it with zero hesitation. "Look at this sad little worm," she mocked, slapping it against her cheek. "Giving up after one round with a side-character? Truly pathetic."
Then her demeanor shifted. The angry sister vanished, replaced by the lewd, professional masseuse persona she used to hide behind back in the day.
She dived down, engulfing his flaccid length with a wet suction. No gentle teasing this time. Her tongue swirled relentlessly around the sensitive head while her throat relaxed to take him deep, gag reflex be damned.
Gawk... gluk... ghhk...
The sounds were loud and obscene as hell. She bobbed her head with frantic, desperate energy, her gray twin-tails bouncing with every movement. She looked up at Makoto, her violet eyes wide and watering, trying to bully his cock back to life through sheer force of will and suction.
"Oh my god," Ayane whispered, sounding genuinely impressed. Mika checked the timer. "One minute passed. His cock seems to be recovering fast."
Yuna pulled off with a loud POP, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his rapidly hardening shaft. "See?" she panted with a smug grin on her drool-slicked face. "It remembers who the Main Wife is. It knows who it belongs to."
She didn't stop. She spat into her hand, rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock, and immediately started jerking him off with a brutal, fast-paced rhythm while licking the underside of his shaft.
"Come on," she growled against his skin. "Get hard for me, onii-chan. Fill me up as you did her."
As expected, Makoto's resistance crumbled under Yuna's assault. As pleasure began to cloud his mind, his gaze drifted to the door. He caught a glimpse of Mafuyu whispering something to Mika, and then, the two of them quietly slipped out of the room.
Yuna felt Makoto's cock twitch and harden fully in her hand, and a smirk split her face. She didn't notice the door clicking shut behind them. Her entire world had narrowed to the throbbing cock in front of her and her desperate need to win.
"Eyes on me, pig!" she snapped, noticing his gaze drifting. She released his cock only to slap his balls, demanding his attention. "Who cares where the side-chicks went? Maybe they went to cry because they know I'm about to blow you away."
Ayane, however, looked at the closed door, then back at Yuna, then at the timer Mika left behind. "Hey!" she protested, though she was grinning. "Don't be so haughty, Main Wife. Mamafu is gonna come back with my secret weapon!"
Yuna ignored her. She scrambled up Makoto's body, straddling his chest first to shove her breasts in his face, suffocating him with her scent and soft flesh. "You like my tits, don't you?" she growled, rubbing her nipples against his lips.
Then she slid down his body, her wet, open pussy hovering over his raging erection. She didn't tease this time. She slammed herself down onto him with a guttural cry, taking him to the hilt in one violent motion.
"MINE!" she screamed, her back arching. "You're filling ME up! Focus on ME!"
Yuna started to bounce, wild and uncoordinated compared to Mafuyu, but with a desperate passion that made Makoto's head spin. Her fingernails dug into his chest. "Come on! Cum!" she panted, grinding her hips.
Just as Makoto wrapped his arms around Yuna, prepared to let go and give her the score she so desperately craved, the door clicked open. Simultaneously, the timer on Mika's phone chimed its cheerful melody.
The chime cut through the haze like cold water. Yuna froze mid-bounce, her breath hitching. "NO! I was so close!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Just a few more seconds! You stupid phone!"
She collapsed onto Makoto's chest, sobbing with frustration, her hips still twitching with the aftershocks of her frantic ride. "It's rigged! It's all rigged!"
But her tantrum was cut short by what she saw in the doorway.