The feeling of Ayane's mouth on him and the sight of Mika using the vibrator on herself made Makoto's cock throb hard and quickly recover. He slid his hand into Ayane's front and lightly pulled her barbell piercing.
"MMMPH!" A muffled sound was torn from Ayane's throat. Her entire body went rigid as a jolt of white-hot agony shot through her chest. Her mouth, which had been working skillfully on his cock, clamped down on him instinctively as a reflex of pain.
But she didn't pull away. After the initial blinding shock, another guttural groan rumbled in her chest. Her sucking became frantic and desperate, a sloppy mess of pain and pleasure. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she kept going, her head bobbing with violent intensity.
"That looks... hot. Come here, Mika." Makoto groaned and called out.
Mika, on the other side of the bed, let out an ecstatic gasp. "Did you call me, you darling?" The vibrator was still pressed against her clit, her hips bucking in a hypnotic rhythm.
But she obeyed instantly. She made a shameless crawl across the king-sized bed, the vibrator never leaving her cunt, its deep buzzing a constant obscene soundtrack to her advance. Her face flushed, her breathing ragged, her brown-pink eyes locked on his with terrifying devotion.
Finally, she came to a stop beside him, still on her hands and knees, still vibrating, still a perfect angelic angel. "What do you need, you darling? Tell your second wife what to do…"
"Get on all fours then, Mika. I just got an interesting idea." Makoto smirked. "And stop hiding under that cover, or you're going to miss all the fun, Yuna."
Mika didn't hesitate. "Yes, master!" Her body, already on all fours, adjusted, her back arching, her ass lifting in a shameless, submissive presentation. The vibrator, still buzzing, was a black obscene tail between her legs.
And then the lump under the covers moved, and the duvet was reluctantly pulled back. Yuna emerged from it. Her Ganyu wig was askew, her face flushed deep red, and her eyes were wide and dark and shining with shock and excitement.
She sat up with the sheet pooling around her waist, her bare breasts still slick with their shared sweat. She clutched a pillow to her chest as a flimsy, pathetic shield against the degenerate scene unfolding before her.
"You're… you're all disgusting. Completely… completely insane…" But she couldn't look away.
Makoto gently pushed Ayane's head away, and then came behind Mika. His cock's head was poking her rim as he smeared her juices as lubricant. "Well, as I remember, I took your cunt's first time back then, Mika. Now I will take this hole's first time, too." He slowly slid the head in, her puckered hole impossibly tight around his thick cock.
Mika's entire body went rigid as a board. A choked gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes, which had been hazy with pleasure, snapped wide open, the brown-pink irises dilating with searing pain and excitement tangled together.
"Ah…! D-Darling…!" she gasped. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white. The forgotten vibrator fell from her cunt and landed on the bed with a soft thud, its buzzing now distant and irrelevant.
"It hurts! It's too much…!" she whimpered, a single tear tracing down her cheek. But she didn't pull away. She pushed back. Her body, trained for submission, accepted the invasion. The impossible tightness began to give way to an agonizing surrender. "You're tearing me apart, darling…" she sobbed, voice tangled between pain and desperate need.
Ayane, watching from her knees, let out a low appreciative whistle. "Damn, boss. I could have let you try that with me if you asked, you know?"
Yuna was frozen. Her jaw was slack, her eyes were wide, and she was clutching the pillow so tightly her knuckles were white. She was watching her most cunning, most dangerous rival be broken in the most perverted way possible. It made her undeniably wet.
Makoto re-inserted the vibrator into Mika's cunt, then pulled her hair from behind as he kept pounding her ass. "Seems like your plan to get a baby today is going to fail, because I plan to cum inside here. Angry, Mika?"
The vibrator in her cunt, his cock splitting her ass, the pain and the fullness… it was sensory overload that short-circuited her calculating mind. "ANGER, DARLING?!" she choked out, her voice wild. "I'M… I'M IN HEAVEN!" Her body convulsed around him.
The vibrator sent electric shocks of pleasure through her core while his thrusts were a searing, branding pain from the inside. "You planned this…!" she gasped, a wild laugh bubbling up through her sobs. "You knew! You knew that this would break me!"
Mika looked over her shoulder, tears and mascara streaming down her face. Her expression was one of adoration. "Just cum in my ass, you darling. Fill up my filthy, untouched hole. Mark it as yours. Let everyone know that even my most secret place belongs to you, darling!"
Her body seized as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, born from surrender. "I'll get my baby next time…" she slurred, her mind fracturing. "I'll win, I always win…"
Yuna finally let out a strangled "HNNNG!" as her own hand worked frantically between her legs under the sheets, unable to resist the depraved scene any longer.
Ayane, watching from the sidelines, let out a low whistle. "God, you're a monster, Makoto. I want to try it next time."
Makoto grunted and pushed Mika's head down into the floor, his hips thrusting again and again until he ejaculated hard in her tight ass. Mika's body convulsed as he emptied himself deep inside her, making a guttural scream muffled by the carpet.
"Try not to spill any drop, darling," he smirked and slowly pulled his cock out. Mika obeyed instantly, her muscles clenching with desperate force, fighting to keep every last drop inside.
When he finally pulled out, there was a wet and obscene sound, but nothing spilled. She remained there with her forehead pressed to the floor, her ass in the air, trembling uncontrollably, filled and marked. A whisper escaped her: "N-Not a drop… Makoto…"
Yuna finally exploded. She threw the pillow aside. "ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING! HOW CAN YOU… HOW CAN YOU LET HIM DO THAT, MIKA?!" she shrieked, though her thighs were still slick, her own arousal betraying her outrage.
Ayane just smirked and lazily traced a finger over the reddening marks on her nipples. "Look at that, Mika. He really did fill you up. You're going to be thinking about that all week."
Her eyes flicked to Makoto, dark with promise. "Is it my turn yet? I know you're saving the best for last, boss."