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Saturday evening arrived with a sense of ceremony.
The Yuuki household was quiet, but it wasn't empty. The usual chaos of alien inventions and frantic running around was absent, replaced by a focused, domestic energy centered in the living room.
Rito sat on the floor, leaning back against the sofa. He was wearing his comfortable home clothes, but his posture was alert. He watched the three girls sitting around the low table with a mixture of affection and mild terror.
Mikan sat at the head of the table, a notepad and pen in front of her. She looked every inch the commander-in-chief.
Sachie and Mami sat on either side of her, looking serious. They were wearing their pajamas—cute sets they had brought for the "Official Sleepover". Sachie wore a blue set with clouds, and Mami wore a soft yellow one with ducks.
But the most important accessory they wore wasn't their pajamas. It was the faint, golden glow radiating from under their shirts. The Golden Heart Seals hummed in resonance with Mikan's Seal, creating a palpable network of connection in the room.
"Okay," Mikan said, clicking her pen. "Let's call the First Council of the Elementary Alliance to order."
Sachie nodded solemnly. "Present."
Mami raised her hand shyly. "Present."
Rito chuckled nervously. "Do we really need a council?"
"Yes," Mikan said, shooting him a look. "Because things are getting complicated."
She pointed to the ceiling.
"Right now, Lala-san is in the attic laboratory. She's performing a Dimension Link procedure to connect Sachie and Mami's bedrooms directly to our hallway."
Sachie's eyes lit up. "So we can sneak over anytime?"
"Exactly," Mikan confirmed. "But the calibration takes six hours. Lala-san can't leave the controls until midnight. That means tonight... the house belongs to us."
Mami gasped, clutching her chest. "Just... just us? And Onii-san?"
"Just us," Mikan said. A blush dusted her cheeks, but her eyes remained determined. "We are the Elementary Team. We don't have alien powers like Lala-san. We don't have idol fame like Run-san. We don't have... the advantages Haruna-san has."
"We just have us. And we have Rito."
She looked at her friends.
"If we want to survive in this harem... if we want to secure our time with him... we have to work together. We can't be jealous of each other. We have to be a unit."
Sachie slammed her hand on the table. "Agreed! The Elementary Alliance!"
Mami nodded vigorously. "United we stand! United we... um..."
"United we get filled?" Sachie suggested with a grin.
Mami turned bright red. "Sachie-chan!"
Rito choked on his own spit. "Girls... please..."
Mikan ignored him, though the tips of her ears were pink. She turned her notepad around. She had drawn a rough diagram.
"Tonight is our first practice run," Mikan explained. "We need to learn how to coordinate. Rito only has two hands and... one other thing. There are three of us."
She pointed to the diagram.
"We need a rotation. One person on the left, one on the right, one in the middle. We switch every twenty minutes to ensure maximum coverage and satisfaction."
Sachie leaned in, studying the plan like a general studying a battle map. "Smart. But what about the 'main event'? Who goes first?"
"We draw straws," Mikan said, producing three chopsticks from her pocket. "Shortest straw rides first. Longest straw gets the face."
Rito buried his face in his hands. "I can hear you, you know..."
"We know," Sachie chirped, crawling over to him. She rested her chin on his shoulder, looking up at him with big, hungry eyes. "You're the prize, Onii-san. You just have to lie there and let us take care of you."
Mami crawled to his other side, hugging his arm. "We're going to take really good care of you..."
Rito looked at them. Three girls. Three wives. All looking at him with absolute, unshakeable love.
Rito felt his heart swell. And, inevitably, he felt his body react.
"Okay," Rito whispered, wrapping his arms around Sachie and Mami, pulling them close while smiling at Mikan. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want."
Mikan stood up, tossing the notepad aside.
"Good," she said, reaching for the hem of her pajama top. "Then let's start with a bath. We need to wash him properly."
…
The bathroom of the Yuuki household was filled with steam, turning the tiled space into a warm, misty sanctuary. The air smelled of lavender soap and the sweet, humid scent of anticipation.
Rito sat on a low wooden stool in the washing area. He was naked, his body relaxed but his mind racing. The heat of the room had flushed his skin, but it was the sight before him that made his blood run hot.
Standing around him, armed with sponges and bottles of body wash, were his three little wives.
Mikan, Sachie, and Mami had stripped down to nothing. Their clothes were piled neatly in the changing room.
Mikan stood in front of him, her hair tied up in a bun to keep it dry. The Fourth Golden Heart Seal on her stomach glistened with condensation. Sachie and Mami stood on either side of her, their own Fifth and Sixth Seals glowing softly through the mist.
"Okay, pay attention," Mikan instructed, squeezing a generous dollop of body wash onto a sponge. "Washing Rito isn't just about getting him clean. It's about maintenance. It's about showing him we appreciate his hard work."
Sachie nodded seriously, holding her own sponge like a weapon. "Understood. Maintenance."
Mami clutched a bar of soap, her eyes wide and focused on Rito's chest. "I... I want to wash his back."
"We'll do it together," Mikan said. "I'll take the front. Sachie, you take the left arm and side. Mami, you take the right."
They moved in.
Rito felt three pairs of hands touch him simultaneously.
Mikan's hands were firm and familiar. She started at his neck, scrubbing gently but thoroughly. She moved down to his chest, her sponge gliding over his pectoral muscles. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply.
"Rito," Mikan whispered, leaning in so her face was inches from his. "Does that feel good?"
"Yeah," Rito breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "It feels... amazing."
Sachie attacked his left arm. She was energetic, scrubbing with short, vigorous strokes. She squeezed his bicep, giggling when she felt the muscle flex.
"Onii-san is so strong," Sachie chirped. "His arms are hard like rocks!"
Mami was gentler on his right. She used the bar of soap, lathering it up in her hands first before sliding her slippery palms over his skin. She traced the veins in his forearm, her touch lingering on his wrist.
"His skin is warm..." Mami murmured, pressing her cheek against his wet shoulder for a second. "He smells like soap now."
Rito sat there, overwhelmed by the sensation. Being washed by one girl was a fantasy. Being washed by three, all of whom looked at him with absolute adoration, was a reality he hadn't even dared to dream of in his old life.
"Okay, turn around," Mikan ordered softly.
Rito obeyed, swiveling on the stool.
Now they were working on his back. Mikan took the center, her sponge scrubbing down his spine. Sachie and Mami took the sides, their hands meeting in the middle.
"He has broad shoulders," Sachie noted, tracing the line of his shoulder blades.
"He carries a lot," Mikan said, her voice tinged with pride. "He protects Lala-san and Run-san. He protects Haruna-san. He protects us."
She leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to the nape of his neck.
"That's why we have to take care of him. We have to make sure he's relaxed."
Rito shivered. The kiss sent a jolt of electricity straight down his spine.
"Mikan..."
"Now for the lower half," Mikan announced, her tone shifting to something sultrier.
Rito tensed. "W-Wait, are you guys going to—"
"Of course," Sachie said, popping up in front of him again. She grinned, her eyes dropping to his lap. "We have to wash everything, onii-san. Especially the royal scepter."
Rito looked down. His erection was already stirring, responding to the heat and the touches. It bobbed in the air, heavy and demanding.
Mikan knelt between his legs. Sachie and Mami knelt on either side of her.
It was a tableau of worship. Three girls, marked by his love, kneeling before him in the steam.
"I'll show you how to do this part," Mikan whispered to her friends.
She reached out. She didn't use a sponge. She used her hands. She lathered them up with soap until they were slick and white with bubbles.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of Rito's shaft.
Rito hissed through his teeth. "Mikan... that's... slippery..."
"Watch," Mikan told her friends.
She stroked him. Up and down. The soap made the motion frictionless as her hand glided over the thick veins, over the ridge of the head, swirling around the slit.
Squelch. Squelch.
The sound was lewd, amplified by the acoustics of the bathroom.
"You have to be firm," Mikan instructed, her voice trembling slightly as the contact sent shocks of pleasure up her own arm. "He likes it when you twist a little at the top."
She demonstrated. Rito's hips bucked off the stool.
"Sachie," Mikan said. "You take the shaft. Add your hand to mine."
Sachie didn't hesitate. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the upper half of his erection, right above Mikan's.
"It's so hot..." Sachie whispered, squeezing. "It feels like a living thing."
"It is," Rito groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the stool so hard his knuckles turned white. "It belongs to you guys..."
"Mami," Mikan commanded. "You handle the... accessories."
Mami nodded frantically and lathered her hands again.
She reached underneath, cupping Rito's heavy, low-hanging sack. She lifted the weight of them, massaging the wrinkled skin, rolling the testicles gently in her soapy palms.
"Heavy..." Mami murmured, her face inches from his crotch. The scent here was overpowering, a concentrated blast of musk and pheromones that made her dizzy. "They smell... incredible..."
She leaned in and kissed the underside of his sack.
"Ahhh!" Rito cried out.
Now they were all touching him. Mikan at the base. Sachie at the head. Mami underneath.
They fell into a rhythm. A coordinated, soapy handjob performed by three wives who were high on his scent.
Schlick-Schlick-Squish.
"He's getting harder," Sachie noted, her eyes wide. "The veins are popping out."
"He's getting close," Mikan realized. She could feel the pressure building in the shaft, the way it twitched against her palm.
She looked at Rito's face. He was lost. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth open in a silent plea. He was sweating profusely now, the pheromones pouring off him in waves, turning the bathroom into a gas chamber of lust.
If they kept going, he would explode right here. And while that would be hot... Mikan wanted it on the bed.
"Stop," Mikan ordered, grabbing Sachie's wrist.
Sachie blinked, looking like she'd been shaken awake. "Huh? Why? He was gonna shoot!"
"Not here," Mikan said, standing up. Her legs were wobbly. "If he shoots now... we waste it on the tiles. I want it inside us."
Mami whined, reluctantly letting go of his balls. "But... he tastes so good right now..."
"We're moving," Mikan declared, reaching for the showerhead. "Rito. Stand up."
Rito stood, swaying slightly. He looked like a statue of a fertility god — massive, erect, and glistening with soap and sweat.
But he didn't move toward the door. He stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes dark and clouded with a raw, undeniable need. The interruption had jarred him, but not in the way Mikan intended. Instead of cooling down, the denial had snapped something inside him.
"No," Rito growled, his voice dropping to a depth that made the girls freeze.
Mikan blinked, hand hovering over the cold water tap. "Rito?"
"I can't move," Rito said, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You... you brought me to the edge. You can't just stop."
His body was screaming. The pheromones in the small room were suffocating, feeding his own arousal back to him in a loop. He looked at the three girls, naked, slick with steam, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes.
"I need to release," Rito declared, stepping forward. "Right now."
Before Mikan could protest, Rito moved.
He reached out and grabbed Mikan by the waist, pulling her flush against his soapy, hard body.
"R-Rito! Wait, the bed—!"
"Screw the bed," Rito silenced her by crushing his lips against hers.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a devouring kiss. He swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting her shock and her immediate surrender. His hand slid down her wet back, cupping her ass and squeezing hard.
"Mmph!" Mikan melted instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck.
Rito broke the kiss and looked at Sachie and Mami. They were trembling, their eyes locked on his throbbing erection that was now just inches from their faces.
"You two," Rito commanded breathlessly with his flushed face. "Come here."
He sat back down on the stool, spreading his legs wide. He pulled Mikan down onto his lap, but not to ride him. He positioned her sideways, her legs draped over the arm of his hand, opening her up completely to him.
"Sachie. Mami. Kneel."
The elementary schoolers dropped to their knees instantly, splashing in the shallow water.
"I'm going to make you feel good," Rito promised, his eyes burning. "All of you. Right now."
He didn't wait. His hands were everywhere.
One hand slid between Mikan's legs, finding her clit which was already swollen from the steam and the spectacle. He rubbed it with his thumb, fast and hard.
"Ah! Rito! Not there! It's too sensitive!" Mikan cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder.
"Take it," Rito growled, kissing her neck, biting lightly on her pulse point.
With his other hand, he reached out and grabbed Sachie. He pulled her face toward his crotch.
"Taste it," he ordered.
Sachie didn't need to be told twice. She opened her mouth and latched onto his cock, taking the head deep into her throat. She bobbed her head, her hair bouncing, sucking with a fervor that matched his intensity.
Gluck-Gluck-Gluck.
Mami, seeing Sachie claim the prize, whimpered. "Me too! I want—"
"Come here, Mami," Rito said, shifting slightly.
He couldn't use his hands on her yet, so he used his mouth. He leaned forward, capturing Mami's lips in a deep, messy kiss. He tasted the soap and the sweat on her skin.
The bathroom became a chaotic tangle of limbs and pleasure.
Rito was a machine. He used his dexterity to pleasure all three at once.
His left hand worked Mikan's pussy, two fingers sliding in and out while his thumb circled her clit. Mikan was sobbing, her hips bucking against his hand, her composure had shattered completely. "Rito! Rito! I'm close! I'm gonna—!"
His cock was being taken care of by Sachie. She used her hands and mouth, twisting and sucking, determined to drain him.
And Mami... Mami was climbing over him, grinding her crotch against his thigh, desperate for friction. Rito broke the kiss and moved his right hand to her, finding her wet entrance. She was soaking.
"Yes! Touch me! Finger me!" Mami begged, arching her back.
"Now cum for me," Rito groaned, the pressure in his balls reaching critical mass. "Everyone... cum!"
He sped up.
Schlick-Schlick-Schlick.
Mikan screamed first. "RITOOOOOO!"
She arched off his lap, her body seizing in a violent orgasm that clamped down hard on his fingers. Her Fourth Seal glowed blindingly bright in the steam.
A second later, Mami followed. "ONII-SAN! AHHH!"
She shuddered, her nails digging into his chest, her juice coating his thigh. Her Sixth Seal pulsed with a deep, heavy light.
Sachie, feeling the vibrations of their orgasms, gagged around his cock, her throat tightening. That was the final straw.
"I'm... shooting!" Rito roared.
He pulled Sachie off his cock just in time.
"Open your eyes!" he commanded. "Look at me!"
Sachie, Mami, and Mikan (recovering from her bliss) looked at him.
He aimed.
SPLURT.
A thick, heavy rope of white fired through the steam. It hit Sachie square in the face, painting a stripe from her chin to her forehead.
SPLURT-SPLURT.
The second and third waves caught Mami, coating her cheek and her open, panting mouth.
SPLURT.
The final, heavy load landed on Mikan's chest and neck, sliding down her wet skin like slow lava.
"Haaah... haaaah..." Rito slumped back against the wall, his chest heaving, his cock twitching as it released the last few drops.
The room was silent except for their ragged breathing and the sound of the shower dripping.
Sachie licked her lips, tasting the seed. "Salty..." she whispered, a blissful smile spreading across her messy face.
Mami touched her cheek, looking at the white fluid on her fingers with awe. "Onii-san's milk..."
Mikan lay limp in his arms, covered in his release, her seal glowing softly. She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with love.
"You..." she whispered, a small, tired smile on her lips. "You really couldn't wait?"
The haze in Rito's eyes cleared. He blinked, his breathing slowing as the pheromone cloud finally began to dissipate.
Then, he saw it.
He saw Sachie's face, striped with white. He saw Mami, covered in his fluids. He saw his little sister, Mikan, draped over him, messy and exhausted.
The "King" vanished. Rito returned.
His face detonated into a shade of red that rivaled a tomato.
"W-W-Wait!" Rito stammered, scrambling backward on the stool, nearly slipping on the wet tiles. He covered his softening crotch with his hands, his eyes wide with horror. "I... I covered you! In the face! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be so... so wild!"
He looked frantically between them, grabbing a towel but not knowing who to wipe first. "Are you okay?! Did I get it in your eyes?! I'm the worst! I'm a beast!"
Mikan giggled, a soft, genuine sound. "You definitely were a beast, Rito."
"Don't laugh!" Rito wailed, burying his face in his hands. "I can't believe I did that! In the bathroom! With all three of you!"
Sachie wiped a bit of fluid from her cheek and grinned. "It was awesome, onii-san! You were like a fountain!"
"Please forget the fountain!" Rito begged, peeking through his fingers.
Mikan stood up, her legs wobbly but her smile affectionate. She patted Rito's head. "It's fine, Rito. We're your wives, remember? It's part of the job."
"B-But still..." Rito muttered, still burning with shame.
"Now," Mikan said, taking his hand and pulling him up. "We should probably go to the bedroom. Unless you want to slip and fall in here."
Rito nodded meekly, unable to look any of them in the eye. "Y-Yeah. Bedroom, right."
He let Mikan lead him out, stumbling slightly, his earlier dominance replaced by his usual, endearing clumsiness. But as he walked, he felt three small hands gripping his own, holding on tight.
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