"ugh..."
The sensation of pleasure hit me before consciousness did. Then came the voices.
"Sayu, stop shaking him like that."
"Well, he won't cum otherwise!"
I cracked an eye open, only to be met with two very different faces licking my dick.
Sayuri, my responsible twin sister, hair perfectly tied and expression perfectly embarassed. And Ayame, our older sister, grinning like this was the best part of her morning routine. Both in only underwear.
"Good morning, sleeping prince," Ayame said, starting to suck with vigor. "We come bearing tribute."
I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "Tribute?"
Sayuri got up and approached me, started to kiss me as she spoke. "Breakfast..." taking a break she said. "It seems like mom's room is yours too now. Mother said to let you rest, but Ayame didn't resist."
I blinked. Sure enough, I was still in Mom's old futon, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the sheets with a touch of scent from the night before. Ever since I fucked my mother, I had ended up crashing here more often than I should admit. It was… comfortable. And apparently now it is officially "Our bedroom."
"Wow," I said, sitting up, hair sticking out in every direction. "Blowjob to wake me up and breakfast? What did I do to deserve this?" then started to rub the breast of Sayuri.
"You did it to us... aahh... Don't think we forgot about putting your semen in the milkshake, making us addicted." Sayuri said sharply. "And someone," she jabbed a thumb at Ayame, "wanted a dose before the day start."
A thread of saliva connected Ayame's face to his cock, when she spoke "Hey, I wasn't the only one! You said, 'I want to be pounded by him.'"
I grinned while pressing the face of Ayame against my cock. "Sayuri?"
Sayuri was embarrassed but took the hand that was massaging her tits and slipped it inside her panties, the wet sensation was her response, I started moving my fingers bringing her pleasure.
I applied more force on Ayame, as I was close to cumming. "Swallow it all... I'm cumming."
My seed was released all directly into Ayame's throat, and by now she was used to it and managed not to let even a drop fall. "Hey... aahh... what about me? I don't... ah... think it's fair that only she gets a shot." Sayuri pouted.
"Don't worry, it's your turn now. Do you want it in your mouth or do you want to skip to the main di-" I didn't even finish that Sayuri was alredy rubbing my cock against her entrance.
Ayame than set the tray on her lap — rice, omelet, miso soup, and toast. She even added a little fruit bowl on the side with a strawberry on top, shaped like a heart. "Let me spoil you."
"ugh... This is paradise..." Sayuri was alredy at work, while Ayame was feeding me. I was between a heavenly feeling and the sensation of Ayame's tits rubbing me with every bite she gave me.
Sayumi was so focused, it was as if she had her favorite lollipop in her hands. I have to say, if it weren't for Mom, she would definitely win the award for best blowjob.
At a certain point, my cock started to throb, this was the signal Sayuri was waiting for. She brought my cock into her throat and... I came. But before swallowing it all, she looked at me, opened her mouth, made me look, and only then did I swallow.
Afterwards, she got up and without even waiting, she positioned herself with my cock in front of the entrance of her vagina and... I was already inside her. "Sayuri, you selfish girl, I was there first." Ayame complained.
"Please," Sayuri said. "as if he didn't want to fuck you senseless."
"She has a point, Ayame. Can you get on top of me? so I can eat you out." I asked
"I'm just letting it go because my darling asked me to." she did what I asked and begins to tremble, with every movement of the tongue.
"aaahhh.... Master.... AAH... Yes..." Sayuri was already in another world, completely unaware of what was happening, focused only on moving in such a way as to cause as much pleasure as possible.
"Yeah... Like... that... Dear...T-This is... Goo-aah" Ayame, too, you can tell they're sisters. And as a good brother, I can't help but fulfill their every request.
Between the two, I was in heaven.
Exploiting every weak point, I had slowly brought both of them to the brink of pleasure.
"Please... Aaah.... Together... I'm... C-Close... AAAAAh" at the same time all three of us came.
You could see two hearts in Sayuri's eyes before she let herself fall onto the bed. My seed was leaking out of her pussy.
"It's your turn now, Ayame" and with a quick move, I placed Ayame on her stomach on the bed, while I prepared for the siege from behind.
"AAaaHh... Gentle... I-I'm still sensitive." Ayame said in a sensual tone, only it didn't last long...
"aaaahh... More.... Harder... Yes... Ooo-mph..." As she moaned, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and we began to kiss passionately, without stopping the movement of the piston.
Slowly, the breath was something that was missing but we were both lost in a world of pleasure. "W-wait... Aaaah... Uhh... AAAH-"
Before she could come, I stopped. "you can't come without my permission." "B-but I was so clo-AAH" In the middle of the sentence I gave a blow and stopped again.
"M-meanie" she spoke, but "I alredy told you how you should ask." I replied in a serious tone and I restarted thrusting but slowly.
"Ohhh... I-I don't care... any...more... D-daddy... please... let me... come..." she gave in.
"now we're talking. Togheter." I intensified my thrusts, until I was pushing with all my strength as deep as I could. and there he began to fill the whole thing with my seed.
Ayame fell onto the bed, muttering, "Daddy... no more... I will be a good girl..."
But obviously I wasn't finished, so when Sayuri recovered I started stuffing them again.
A few hours later, while we were talking after a shower filled with love.
"…Wait. Tōtsuki? As in that Tōtsuki?" I froze
Sayuri smirked. "Yep. The elite culinary academy. Mother enlisted you, remember?"
"Right, but I thought it was a normal school not this!" They thought I was shocked by the prestige of the school, when in reality the thing that bothered me was something else... 'Food wars...'
Ayame grinned. "You've got spirit. And apparently, good grades in science. They said they're testing a new fusion course — culinary innovation and chemistry. You fit right in."
"Oh great," I muttered. "I'm going to be surrounded by cooking prodigies who can flambé with their eyes closed."
Sayuri placed her hands on her hips. "Then work hard. Don't embarrass me."
"You're not even attending!"
"I still have a reputation to maintain."
I couldn't help but laugh. Same Sayuri.
As I ate, my eyes flickered briefly toward the faint blue shimmer in the air — the System interface, invisible to them but always floating at the edge of my sight.
[Main mission available
Quest: Cook a meal using original ingredients and your 'milk'.
Reward: basic cooking skills (depending on the liking, this reward can improve)]
I almost choked. "Of course you'd pop up now."
Sayuri tilted her head. "What?"
"Uh—nothing! Just… mentally preparing for my future in culinary humiliation."
Ayame laughed, patting my head. "You'll be fine. Besides, if you blow something up, it'll be great entertainment."
Sayuri sighed. "No explosions. Please."
When I finished eating, Sayuri took the tray like the efficient commander she was, while Ayame stretched lazily. "We'll clean up. You go get dressed. Big day, Milkshake Man."
"What?"
"Your speciality," she said dramatically. "It's like a boss from an RPG."
"Perfect," I said dryly. "Can't wait to unlock the 'burnt toast' skill."
They left the room, chatting and laughing. I lay back for a moment, watching the sunlight stream through the curtains, golden and calm.
The System window flickered softly.
[Note: Cooking may enhance stats related to creativity and control.]
I smirked. "So… it's watching even this, huh?"
I sighed, standing up, stretching my still-sore muscles.
"Okay," I muttered to myself. "If this world wants me to cook, I'll cook."
Then, with a grin, "But I'm not cleaning the dishes."