Hello guys, though only oral, this is the first fully R-18 chapter of this fic. (I wrote a little too much, this chapter is 4.7k Words)
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The guest room door was sealed.
The floating bed never touched the floor.
Forty-three minutes on the clock, and every second belonged to them.
Rito sat blindfolded on the edge of the mattress, silk scarf tight across his eyes, heart hammering so hard he was sure the girls could hear it. The first small hand was already wrapped around his throbbing cock, Lala's fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles that made his hips jerk involuntarily.
Lala's voice floated right beside his ear, warm breath tickling his skin. "Let's begin the experiment~♡. No more delays! We still have forty-three minutes left!"
Peke's cheerful chirp confirmed the room was locked tight. "Privacy level: royal harem. Little Mistress downstairs folding laundry and preparing snacks. Estimated interruption: forty-two minutes."
Rito swallowed hard.
'They're so excited… I'll just guess wrong on purpose. Just a little longer. I also don't want this to end in just a single time.'
Lala went first.
She floated closer until her knees brushed his thighs, the faint scent of vanilla and ozone clinging to her skin. Both tiny hands wrapped around his shaft like she was holding the most delicate invention in the universe. Her palms were warm, impossibly soft, the vibration gloves humming at level 5, sending gentle pulses straight through the thick central vein.
She started slow. One hand at the base, squeezing just enough to make the deep-rose head flare wider. The other hand gliding upward in a lazy spiral, fingers barely touching, tracing every ridge and vein like she was mapping a constellation. Her thumb brushed the sensitive underside of the crown on every upstroke, spreading the fresh pearl of pre-cum in glistening circles.
Throb-Throb.
Throb-Throb.
Rito's first moan slipped out, low and shaky. "Nnngh… L-Lala… haaah…"
Her tail joined in without warning. The heart-shaped tip curled around the head, brushing the slit in feather-light circles, collecting the leaking pre-cum and painting it back down the shaft in warm, slick trails. Every time the tail grazed the frenulum, Rito's hips jerked involuntarily, a strangled groan slipping past his lips.
"A-Ahh…!"
Lala's eyes sparkled with pure, scientific wonder. "It's getting hotter every second~♡!"
She leaned in, breath ghosting over the glistening tip. "The tip pearls taste even sweeter today~♡"
She changed rhythm. Both hands now moving in opposite directions, one twisting up, the other twisting down, creating a corkscrew motion that made his vision blur behind the blindfold. The gloves buzzed harder, level 6 now, sending electric tingles straight to his balls. Her tail tightened, squeezing the base like a living cock-ring, trapping the blood and making the head swell even larger, flushed an impossible shade of rose.
"Haaah… haaaah… L-Lala… I'm—!"
Rito's thighs trembled. His abs clenched. He was right there, right on the edge, every muscle locked, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then Sachie's impatient whine cut through the haze.
"Sachie-chan doesn't want to wait any longer~?"
Lala blinked, tail unwinding instantly. Both hands slipped away like they'd never been there. "Okay~ Sachie-chan can go next!"
Rito's cock twitched violently in the sudden emptiness, a thick drop of pre-cum dripping onto the floating bedsheet.
'So close…!'
A desperate, wordless sound escaped him, half moan, and half whimper:
"N-No…!"
Lala tilted her head, completely oblivious to the agony she'd just inflicted. She licked the pre-cum off her thumb with a happy little hum. "Data acquired~♡. So much more to learn tomorrow~!"
Meanwhile, Sachie took over with zero hesitation.
Sachie didn't wait for permission.
She pounced.
One second Rito was still twitching in the void Lala left behind, cock angry-red, leaking, denied. The next, Sachie's small, warm body was straddling his lap, knees pinning his thighs to the floating mattress with surprising strength.
Her scent hit first: sweet strawberry shampoo mixed with the raw, electric tang of open desire. She leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of his ear, breath hot, voice a low, hungry purr.
"Onii-san's eggs are mine now~♡"
Her hands replaced Lala's without mercy.
Right hand clamped the base like a vice, fingers digging into the thick root so hard the vibration gloves jumped to level 9 on contact. Left hand lifted his heavy sack, cupping both balls like she was weighing pure gold. She rolled them in her palm, slow, deliberate, feeling every pulse.
Then she buried her face, and took a long, shameless inhale: nose pressed flush against the warm, musky skin, drinking in the scent like it was oxygen. "Onii-san's eggs are heavier than yesterday~"
"They smell like vanilla… and danger~♡"
Her tongue came out: flat, wet, ravenous.
Slurp-pop!
Left ball sucked fully into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling in tight, filthy circles. Humming, low, guttural, the vibration shooting straight up his spine like lightning.
"Mmmmmm~♡"
Slurp-pop!
The right ball got the same treatment, deeper, messier, saliva dripping down his inner thighs in warm rivulets.
She released them with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his skin. Then she attacked the shaft.
Both hands now: one twisting up, one twisting down, corkscrew motion so brutal the gloves screamed at level 10. Her mouth latched onto the underside ridge, sucking hard enough to leave marks, tongue flicking the frenulum in rapid-fire flicks.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
Throb-Throb-THROB-THROB!
Slurp-Slurp-Slurp!
Rito's entire body seized. Abs locked into steel cables. Hips bucking wildly into her grip.
"UGH!… ahh…!"
A raw, broken growl tore from his throat, pure and primal desperation.
Sachie pulled back at the exact last millisecond.
Cold air slapped his cock again. Another thick rope of pre-cum arced through the air, splattering across her cheek. She licked it off with a satisfied moan.
"Not yet~" She blew a cool stream of air across the dripping head, making it twitch violently. "Punishment comes later~♡"
Rito's cock stood angry, veins bulging, leaking like a broken faucet. His entire body shook with denied release, muscles spasming, breath coming in ragged sobs.
Now came Mami's turn.
Mami didn't speak. She didn't need to.
The air changed the second Sachie pulled away. The playful, mischievous energy vanished, replaced by something shy, and… hungry.
Mami's trembling fingers replaced Sachie's iron grip.
At first, they were feather-light, barely there, shaking so hard the vibration gloves stuttered between level 7 and 8. Her breath came in tiny, panicked gasps against his inner thigh. She was breaking, breaking out of her shell, and then, something inside her snapped.
Her hands clamped down like steel traps. Both palms wrapped the shaft in a death-grip, fingers digging into every vein, every ridge, like she was trying to memorise him with touch alone.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
No warm-up. No mercy.
She went full speed from the first stroke.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and salty, dripping onto his cock and mixing with the pre-cum in glistening streaks. Her voice cracked, raw, unfiltered.
"I-I can feel every vein… every pulse… every throb…"
"It's so hot… so thick… I want it to remember my hands forever… please…"
She twisted her wrists in opposite directions on every upstroke, gloves screaming at level 10, vibration so violent his balls bounced with each pump. Her thumbs ground into the frenulum in brutal circles, nails scraping just hard enough to make his hips slam upward.
THROB-THROB-THROB-THROB-THROB!
Mami dropped to her knees between his legs, face buried in his crotch. She inhaled like a drowning girl breaking the surface: long, shaking, obscene. Then her mouth attacked his balls: slurp-slurp-slurp! Both balls sucked in at once, cheeks hollow, tongue swirling in frantic figure-eights. She moaned into the sack, the vibration shooting straight to his spine like a lightning bolt.
Her hands never stopped. Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on slick skin filled the sealed room, echoing off the floating mirrors like a filthy heartbeat.
Rito's breathing fractured into ragged, animal gasps.
"Nnngh… I-I am… ahh…!"
His voice cracked on every syllable, climbing higher as her thumbs ground mercilessly into the frenulum.
Toes curled so hard they cramped with a sharp, audible crack of joints. A guttural, inhuman growl tore from his throat, low and broken, rising into a desperate, shaking whine:
"Haah… haaaah… Cumming—!"
Mami also felt it coming.
She ripped her mouth away with a wet pop, spit stringing from her lips to his balls. Both hands flew to the shaft in a blur, twisting, pumping, milking.
"Give it to me… all of it… please… now…"
Rito exploded.
The first load fired with a thick, wet SPLURT! so hard it splattered across her uniform collar with an audible splat.
The second shot went for her cheek.
SPLURT-SPLURT! — twin streaks across her cheek, dripping down in slow, syrupy trails.
The third, SPLUUUURT! — straight into her open, waiting mouth, the impact making a soft glurk as it hit the back of her throat.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth: SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT! — endless, heavy arcs painting her face, hair, neck in hot, glistening white, each one accompanied by a wet slap against skin and a tiny, satisfied mmph! from Mami as it landed.
Throb-Throb-Throb! — his cock kept pulsing even after the last rope, milking out final weak drip-drip-drip sounds onto her trembling fingers.
Mami cried harder, tears mixing with cum in salty rivulets that ran down her chin and dripped onto her soaked collar with soft plip-plip-plip noises. But she never stopped stroking: shlick… shlick… shlick… Squeezing out every last drop until his cock twitched weakly in her grip, utterly spent, making tiny twitch-twitch sounds with each aftershock.
She leaned forward, pressing a trembling, worshipful kiss to the still-throbbing head. chu… Voice barely a whisper, broken and reverent, wet with tears and cum:
"I'll never forget this feeling… Every day… please… let me do this every single day…"
Lala clapped once, tail swishing excitedly. "Well, that was exciting!"
"But now that everyone's done. It's Guess Time~!"
…
The air in the sealed guest room was thick with the scent of vanilla, sweat, and something far more primal. Rito's chest heaved, every breath a ragged gasp behind the silk blindfold. His cock still throbbed in the open air, angry-red, slick with Mami's saliva and the glistening aftermath of his first release.
Lala's voice rang out once more, sweet and merciless.
"Guess time~♡"
Rito's mind raced. He knew the order. Lala's curious, tail-assisted strokes. Sachie's bold, ball-sucking assault. Mami's shy-to-feral meltdown.
But he wanted more.
His voice came out hoarse, shaking, deliberately wrong.
"U-um… first was Mami… second Lala… third Sachie…?"
Silence.
Then three voices in perfect, delighted unison:
"Wrong answer~♡"
"All wrong~♡"
"Punishment time~♡"
The bed creaked as three bodies moved at once.
Lala floated forward first, tail already curling.
"Round one is me again~♡"
She didn't waste a heartbeat. The gloves snapped to level 10 the instant her palms touched him, the hum rising from a purr to a roar that vibrated through his bones. Both hands locked on like she was assembling a galaxy-class weapon. Left hand clamped the base in a vice of silk and steel, squeezing in slow, deliberate pulses that made the thick root bulge and the deep-rose head swell to bursting. Right hand attacked from the crown down, fingers splayed wide, nails scraping just enough to spark lightning along every nerve.
Fwick-Fwick-FWICK-FWICK-FWICK!
The sound was wet, obscene, like tearing silk soaked in honey. Her tail whipped into place, heart-shaped tip cinching the head like a noose, squeezing the slit until it gaped open and wept a constant stream of pre-cum that poured over her knuckles in thick, syrupy ropes. She used it like lube, painting every inch of his shaft until it gleamed like polished obsidian under the violet starlight.
Rito's hips jerked hard enough to lift them both an inch off the bed. "Nnngh… L-Lala… haaaaah…!"
His voice cracked, climbing into a desperate, shaking whine that echoed off the sealed walls.
Lala leaned in, lips brushing the leaking slit. Hot breath. One deliberate, cruel lick—flat tongue dragging from base to tip, collecting the river of pre-cum like it was nectar.
"It's scalding~♡"
"The milk is even thicker today~!"
She doubled the pace. Both hands flying now, twisting in opposite directions, creating a corkscrew that made his vision explode behind the blindfold. The gloves screamed at level 10, vibration so violent his balls bounced with each pump. Her tail tightened like a noose, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat, milking him from the inside out.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
Throb-Throb-THROB-THROB-THROB.
Her alien tail not slowing down either: squish-squish-squish!
Pre-cum flowed in a constant stream now, dripping over her knuckles, sliding down the shaft in warm rivulets that cooled against his balls before her fingers chased them back up. The room filled with raw, wet chaos:
The wet slap of her palms against his slick skin. The low growl of the gloves. The soft squelch of her tail squeezing.
Rito's own ragged, animal breathing also followed: "Haaah… haaaah… L-Lala… I'm—!"
She changed rhythm again. One hand stayed at the base, squeezing in brutal waves. The other hand focused only on the head, fingers forming a tight ring just below the crown, pumping in short, vicious strokes while her thumb ground into the frenulum in merciless circles.
Rito's entire body locked.
Abs carved into diamond-hard 4-pack ridges. Thighs shaking uncontrollably. Toes curled so hard they cramped with a sharp crack. A guttural, inhuman growl tore from his throat, rising into a desperate, shaking scream: "LALA—!"
She felt it coming.
Both hands flew to the shaft in a final, frenzied blur. Tail squeezed one last time. Gloves maxed.
Shlick-Shlick-SHLICK-SHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
A massive load erupted.
SHLOOOP-SHLOOOP-SHLOOOP-SHLOOOP!
Thick, overflowing semen soaked her entire face and neck, dripping in heavy, endless streams that pooled in her collar and ran down her chest in slow, sticky rivers.
Lala licked her lips clean with deliberate, lewd slurps, tongue swirling like she was savouring the finest dessert in the galaxy.
Her eyes sparkling, explaining her officially getting addicted to it. "More data~! Tomorrow we can try even more~♡"
Rito collapsed back, chest heaving, cock still twitching, utterly ruined.
Sachie pounced next, but she didn't drop to her knees.
She stayed standing, straddling his lap like a queen claiming a throne. Her small body hovered just above his, heat radiating from her core. The scent of strawberry shampoo was gone—replaced by something wilder, like burnt sugar and raw hunger.
She didn't use her hands. Not at first.
She leaned in.
Her tongue came out first—flat, wide, filthy. She dragged it up the underside of his cock in one long, slow lick, starting from the balls and ending at the head with a teasing swirl around the slit. Shluuuuuurp!
The sound was wet, obscene, like licking syrup off a spoon.
Rito's hips jerked. "Nnngh… S-Sachie… haaaah…!"
She didn't stop. She attacked the head with her lips, sucking the tip like a lollipop, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking the frenulum in rapid-fire flicks.
Slurp-Slurp-SLURP-SLURP!
Then she deepthroated him in one smooth motion, nose buried in his pubes, throat contracting around the shaft.
Glurk-Glurk-GLURK-GLURK!
Her hum vibrated through his entire length, low and guttural, like a purr from hell.
Rito's body spasmed. Hips bucking wildly into her throat. A raw, broken growl tore from his throat: "SACHIE—!"
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit stretching and snapping. Then she attacked with both hands.
One hand clamped the base, squeezing in brutal waves. The other hand twisted upward in a vicious corkscrew, fingers digging into every vein.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
throb-throb-THROB-THROB!
She leaned in again, mouth open, tongue out, waiting.
Rito shattered.
A gushing surge of hot, creamy white burst from the tip like a dam breaking. The first pulse whipped across her forehead with a sticky thwack, leaving a thick stripe that immediately began to slide down her nose.
Second and third came in rapid pffft-pffft, twin ribbons that crossed her closed eyes and clung to her lashes in pearly webs.
The fourth as a heavy glob that plopped straight onto her waiting tongue, making her cheeks puff with a muffled mmglrk.
Fifth and sixth: long, lazy ropes that curled over her chin, hanging in glistening threads before snapping and splashing onto her collar with soft plip-plop-plip sounds.
Pulse-pulse-pulse. — his cock kept spasming, squeezing out final oozing drops that trickled down the shaft and pooled in the hollow of her palm.
Sachie swallowed with a slow, deliberate gulp, tongue chasing the last stray drop across her lower lip. She giggled, voice husky. "Onii-san's taste is better than pudding~♡ I'm keeping it in my mouth all day~"
Mami's turn came last. She didn't wait for it to be called.
She slipped behind Rito like a shadow, her small body pressing flush against his back. Her breath was hot on his neck, shaky, and starving. The scent of her, warm pudding, tears, and something dark that had been hiding for years, flooded his senses, thick and sweet like melted caramel mixed with raw need.
Then she dropped.
Knees hitting the floating mattress with a soft thump. She crawled between his legs from behind, hands sliding up his thighs like she was praying. Her palms were slick with sweat, trembling so hard the vibration gloves stuttered between level 7 and 8. Her breath ghosted over his balls, warm, trembling, wet.
She buried her face.
Nose pressed flush against the warm, musky skin of his cock and balls. She inhaled—long, deep, obscene—like she was trying to memorize the scent forever. Her eyes fluttered shut, infatuated, lost.
She didn't care anymore.
The shy girl was gone.
The pervert was free.
"O-Onii-san…" Her voice cracked, raw, broken.
"I've wanted this… for so long…"
She went behind him.
Her small hands wrapped around his shaft from the rear, jerking him off in slow, deliberate strokes.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK.
Her fingers were tight, wet, desperate, nails scraping just enough to make his hips slam upward. She twisted her wrists in opposite directions on every upstroke, gloves screaming at level 10, vibration so violent his balls bounced with each pump. Her thumbs ground into the frenulum in brutal circles, spreading the pre-cum in glistening streaks that dripped down the shaft in warm, sticky rivulets.
Then she started the kisses.
First the left ball—chu—soft, worshipful. Then the right—chu-chu—lingering, desperate. Then she moved lower. chu-chu-chu—kisses on his ass, soft and reverent, like she was thanking him for existing. Her lips left wet, warm prints on his skin, each one a tiny pop as she pulled away.
After that she started licking: Flat, wide, desperate. She dragged her tongue up the underside of his sack in one long, slow lick, starting from the perineum and ending at the base of his cock.
Shluuuuuurp!
She cupped his sack in one trembling hand, lifting both balls like sacred offerings. Her lips parted wide, breath hot and humid. She engulfed them in a single, slow descent, mouth stretching to accommodate the full weight. The skin of his scrotum disappeared between her lips with a soft, wet shluck.
Her cheeks puffed slightly at first, then sank as she sealed the suction, creating a warm, tight pocket of pressure. Inside, her tongue flattened and pressed upward, cradling the underside of both balls in a slow, rolling wave. She hummed—a low, vibrating "mmmmm" that resonated through the sensitive skin and shot straight to his core.
Then she rotated.
Her head tilted left, then right, mouth never breaking the seal. The balls rolled against her tongue in a smooth, circular motion, first clockwise, then counter, like she was polishing two warm stones with her mouth. Each turn was accompanied by a soft squish-squish as saliva coated and recoated the skin.
Rito's hips bucked. "Nnngh… M-Mami… do more… it feels really good…!"
She released one ball with a wet pop, immediately latching onto the other, sucking it deeper while her free hand stroked the shaft in perfect sync.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
Pop… slurp… pop… slurp!
She switched again and again, alternating balls, never letting either rest, tongue flicking the seam between them with rapid, feather-light taps.
"Mmmmmm~♡"
She jerked.
One hand clamped the base, squeezing in brutal waves. The other hand twisted upward in a vicious corkscrew, fingers digging into every vein.
Shlick-Shlick-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
Throb-Throb-THROB-THROB!
Between strokes, between kisses, between moans, she begged.
"Please… let me do this every day…"
Shlick-Shlick!
"Please… I want to taste you every morning…"
Slurp-Slurp!
"Please… let me be your secret… forever…"
Rito's whole frame tensed like a bowstring pulled to breaking.
His back arched off the floating bed, spine curving in a sharp, involuntary arc. Every muscle in his torso rippled under sweat-slick skin, the new 4-pack flexing so hard the ridges cast tiny shadows in the violet light. His thighs quivered in violent spasms, knees knocking together before jerking apart. His fingers clawed at the mattress, nails digging into the fabric with a soft rrrrrip.
A low, ragged moan built in his chest, climbing into a hoarse, shaking cry: "M-Mami… I'm going to—"
Mami's eyes widened.
She understood what he meant.
She spun around in front of him, hands never stopping.
Shlick-Shlick-SHLICK-SHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!
She pointed his cock at her own face.
A flood of hot, creamy white gushed from the tip in a single, continuous stream, like a hose turned on full blast. It poured straight down her open mouth in a thick, unbroken column, filling her cheeks until they bulged and overflowed in twin rivulets that ran down her chin and neck in warm, sticky rivers. The excess spilled over her lower lip in a slow, cascading waterfall, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone and dripping onto her soaked uniform with soft plip-plip-plip sounds.
Pulse-pulse-pulse — his cock kept spasming, squeezing out final oozing drops that trickled down the shaft and pooled in the hollow of her palm.
Mami swallowed with a soft, shaky gulp, her eyes wide and shining with awe. Her tongue, still trembling, traced the last stray drop across her lower lip. Voice barely a breath, infatuated and reverent:
"Onii-san… I want to keep this moment inside me… always…"
…
The guest room was a haze of heavy breathing, sticky skin, and the thick scent of vanilla and sex. The floating bed drifts lazily, still creaking from the last round. Rito was blindfolded, collapsed back, chest heaving, cock twitching in the aftermath. The girls' faces were flushed, collars soaked, lips glossy.
"Clean-Clean-don activate."
Lala tapped her wristwatch. A soft whoosh of warm air and sparkling particles.
In one minute. Everyone was dressed, hair perfect, uniforms magically dry—except for the faint, lingering gloss on their lips and the unmistakable scent that refused to fade.
"Phew~ Mikan-chan would have been really angry if she saw us all messy and sticky… Good thing, I had the Clean-Clean-don with me~!"
Followed by Lala's words, the room settled into a strange, electric quiet.
The silence was broken by Lala once again as she floated to the center, tail swishing, eyes sparkling with pure scientific triumph.
She clapped once, her voice bright and innocent. "Experiment complete~♡! Data volume: maximum! Earth tail-docking level 65 % achieved!"
She tilted her head, completely oblivious to the chaos she just orchestrated. "Rito's front-tail is even more fascinating than expected! Tomorrow, I will prepare even more tests~♡"
Sachie stretched like a cat, licking her lips with a satisfied smack. Her voice is lazy, teasing, still dripping with open-pervert energy.
"Onii-san's taste is really addictive~♡! I'm not washing my mouth today to keep the taste all day."
She winked at Mami. "You were wild, Mami-chan. Didn't know you had it in you~!"
Mami sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, cheeks burning. Her voice was soft, shaky, still infatuated. "I… I couldn't help it…"
She glanced at Rito, eyes wide with awe. "Onii-san… I am like this deep down… I have always been…"
She bit her lip, voice dropping to a whisper. "So please… Please let me do this again…"
Rito, still blindfolded and thinking about the pleasures he experienced today, managed a weak, hoarse laugh. His voice was raw, shaky, completely overwhelmed. "I… I don't even know what to say about what just happened…"
He swallowed hard. "But… I'm not complaining…"
Just then, the door slid open with a quiet shhh.
Mikan stood in the threshold; laundry basket balanced on her hip. Her eyes narrowed instantly at the thick vanilla-and-something-else scent that hit her like a wall.
She sniffed once, then twice. Her gaze swept the room: flushed faces, glossy lips, collars that looked too neat.
"Why does it smell like… vanilla and something funny in here?"
Her voice was calm, but her grip tightened on the basket handle.
Faced with Mikan's question, all of them did the same thing in tacit understanding.
They dodged the question.
Lala: "Just science~♡"
Sachie: "Girls talk... with onii-san~"
Mami: "N-nothing…!"
Even the clueless Lala picked up on it.
After all, she was a genius to begin with.
In her home planet - Deviluke, she was their First Princess, the genius inventor, the apple of their eyes. And thus, she was sheltered from many things, making her childishly innocent and clumsy in nature, and caused her to lack many basic concepts. But on earth where there was no one to supervise and save her from the adult-side of things, certainly not the current Rito. So Lala, with the help of internet that could potentially explain everything there is to, was growing in many ways.
Meanwhile, hearing their obvious nonsense and how they didn't even want to explain cause a vein to pop-up on Mikan's forehead.
Her glare intensified instantly. "You were doing something weird again didn't you! I can tell!"
"Science doesn't smell like that." She steps forward, eyes locking on Rito's blindfold.
"And why is Rito blindfolded?"
She was met with silence.
Mikan's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "MY house. MY brother. But you guys are always..."
"Mikan… listen to my ex—"
Mikan spun on her heel, laundry basket slamming to the floor with a sharp thud. Clothes spilled everywhere. She stormed out, footsteps stomping down the hall, door slamming behind her with a BAM that rattled the walls.
The room was quiet except for the distant sound of Mikan's door slamming.
Lala licked the last stray drop from her thumb, eyes sparkling with mischief. She floated to Rito, untied the blindfold with a gentle tug.
His eyes blinked open, dazed, amber, still glassy with afterglow.
Rito sat up slowly, guilt already gnawing at him.
He stood, legs shaky, and headed for the door.
The girls watched in silence.
He found that Mikan was in her room, she was curled on her bed, face buried in her pillow.
He knocked softly. "Mikan…?"
He got no response.
He stepped inside, sat on the edge of her bed. The mattress dipped.
Mikan tensed, but didn't move.
"I'm sorry." he said, voice low. "I didn't mean to make you feel… left out. Or like I don't care."
Mikan's voice was muffled, and small. "These days, you're always with them, doing things in secret. This is our house. Will you leave with them someday too, leaving me behind all alone…"
Rito reached out, his hand gently patting her head. "Never Mikan. You're my sister. My first priority. You have always been, and you always will be."
She peeks out from the pillow, eyes red. "Promise?"
"Promise."
He pulled her into a hug. She resisted for a second, then melted into it, arms wrapping tight around his waist. The scent of vanilla still lingered on his shirt, but she buried her face in it anyway.
Things were looking nice, or so Rito thought until…
Lala's voice echoed from the hallway, soft and curious. "Rito~? Tomorrow… I want to try even more things."
Mikan stiffened. Rito sighed but smiled anyways. "Tomorrow," he whispers to Mikan, "how about we make pancakes. Just us."
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