"Kenji has... videos. Yuki watched them. Learned things." A mischievous smile. "Things Kenji never let Yuki do."

She squeezed her breasts together, soft, warm, pillowy and wrapped them around his cock.

"Oh fuck..."

The heat was suffocating. Soft flesh engulfing every inch of him, his cock disappearing between those heavy tits, the head peeking out the top of her cleavage on every upstroke. She moved slowly at first. Watching his face contort. Cataloging. Every time the head emerged, she licked it. Quick. Teasing. A flick of her tongue across the slit, tasting precum.

"You like?" Dark eyes gleaming.

"You know I... ah... "

She picked up speed. Tits sliding along his shaft, precum and saliva slicking the channel between them. Her nipples dragged against his stomach on each downstroke, stiff and hot. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the living room. He grabbed the couch cushion, knuckles white, hips jerking upward on their own.

"Yuki learned this from video," she whispered. "Three weeks of practice on... cucumber."

"You practiced on a..."

"Shhh. No talking. Just feel."

She spat between her tits. The saliva ran down his shaft, adding wetness to the channel. The slickness was maddening. Every stroke was a different sensation, pressure from the soft flesh, heat from her skin, the occasional electric brush of a nipple against his frenulum.

"Close?" she asked.

"Don’t stop... "

She stopped.

Immediately. Cruelly. Her tits separating, cool air hitting his wet cock.

"No. Not yet." She slid down his body. Kissed his stomach. His hip bone. "Yuki wants to taste first."

Her mouth replaced her tits. Hot. Wet. Eager. She took him deep, deeper than before, throat relaxing around his shaft, lips tight at the base. Her tongue worked the underside while her hand pumped what she couldn’t reach.

She wasn’t tentative. She was hungry. Moaning around his cock, the vibrations traveling through his entire groin. Her head bobbed with increasing speed, hair falling across her face, obscuring the view he desperately wanted.

Then her hands wandered lower. Past his shaft. Past his balls.

She cupped them first. Rolled them gently in her palm. Weighed them. Then her fingertips traced behind them, that strip of skin between his sack and his ass, feather-light. Circling. Pressing.

His entire body jolted like he’d been shocked.

"Yuki... what are you... "

"Shhh." She pulled off his cock. Breath hot against the wet tip. "Trust Yuki."

Her fingers kept exploring. Never touching his ass, just around it. The crease where thigh met cheek. The perineum... that sensitive patch of skin she pressed with two fingertips, firm, circular. Massaging his prostate externally.

The sensation was unlike anything he’d felt. Deep. Internal. A pressure building behind his orgasm rather than in front of it.

"How does Lucas-kun feel?"

"Weird. Good. Really good. Don’t stop but also... ah... "

She took him back in her mouth. Sucked while her fingers worked that magic spot. The dual sensation. mouth and hands, external and internal was devastating. His balls tightened. His thighs shook. Pressure building at the base of his spine.

"I’m... Yuki... I’m gonna... "

She pulled off again. Immediately. Fingers gone. Mouth gone.

"No. Inside." She climbed on top. Straddled him. Sank down in one slow motion, her pussy swallowing him inch by inch, walls gripping, hot and soaked. "Yuki always gets it inside."

She rode him with a skill that made him question everything he knew about middle-aged Japanese housewives. Her tits bounced with every movement, heavy and real, nipples dark and stiff. She was vocal, Japanese exclamations mixing with English.

"Hai... yes... right there... Lucas-kun... deep... deeper..."

He gripped her wide hips. Thrust up into her, deep, relentless. She came twice before he finished. The first hit her fast, pussy clenching, nails raking his chest. The second came with his, his cock pulsing, pumping cum deep inside her while she ground down, milking every drop, whimpering his name in two languages.

Inside. She demanded it.

"Fill Yuki. Make Yuki yours. Again."

Afterward, she fed him melon pan while sitting naked on his lap.

"You come back Saturday, yes? Marcus gone all day."

"Saturday."

"Good." She kissed his jaw. "Yuki make special dinner. And special..." Her hand drifted down. "...dessert."

He left at 2 PM. Made it to his 3 PM class. Fell asleep during the lecture. The professor threw chalk at him. Direct hit.

---

Thursday. Victoria’s office for three hours. Then Elena that night.

She sniffed him the moment he walked in.

"New cologne?"

"Yeah. Trying something different."

"It smells like sex and lies."

"It’s called ’Eau de Midterm Crisis.’ I told you."

"You did." She studied him. Those steel-gray eyes, still sharp, still reading him like a contract. "You’re worn out, Lucas. You look terrible."

"Thanks."

"I mean it. Dark circles. You’re losing weight. You’re juggling too much."

She doesn’t know how right she is.

"I’m fine."

"You’re not." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, heavy, soft, still the best tits he’d ever seen. "But we’ll talk about that. Soon. I have things to discuss."

That sounded ominous.

---

Friday morning. Lucas woke up alone in his apartment. Rare. Usually he was at Elena’s.

His body ached. Every muscle. His cock was actually sore, a thing he didn’t know was possible.

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[WEEKLY PHYSICAL STATUS REPORT]

[Stamina: DEPLETED (23/100)]

[Vitality: STRAINED (41/100)]

[Sleep debt: 18 hours]

[Hydration: POOR]

[Nutrition: IRREGULAR]

[Sexual output: EXCEEDING RECOMMENDED MAXIMUM BY 340%]

[A RECOMMENDATION: REST DAY]

[USER RESPONSE: "Tomorrow"]

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: "You said that yesterday.]

And the day before. I’m logging this for

future ’I told you so’ purposes."

[MASTER STATS:

[Vitality: 56 → 51 (fatigue penalty)]

[Stamina: 67 → 59 (depleted)]

[Charisma: 41/100]

[Virility: 60/100]

[Seduction: 49/100]

[TP: 1,355]

[ENERGY: 95/150]

[ACTIVE HAREM:

[→ Elena Vance: 100% (Primary, Phase 5)]

[→ Victoria Sterling: 82% (Phase 4)]

[→ Yuki Tanaka: 65% (Phase 4)]

[→ Diana Blackwood: 0% (Not initiated)]

[→ Margaret Chen: 18% (FROZEN - departed)]

````

He looked at himself in the mirror. Dark circles. Messy hair. A scratch mark on his neck from Yuki that he’d told Elena was from a tree branch.

I’m living a lie. Multiple lies. To multiple women. And somehow they all keep sleeping with me.

His phone buzzed. Three messages:

Elena: We need to talk. Tonight. My place. 8 PM. Don’t be late.

Victoria: Thursday was incredible. My husband asked why I was smiling. I told him I had a good faculty meeting.😈

Yuki: Saturday still good? I buy special ingredients. Also, wear something Marcus won’t recognize. Neighbor saw your car last time. 🚗👀

And a calendar reminder: [DIANA BLACKWOOD — MONDAY. BLACKWOOD TOWER. 88TH FLOOR.]

Four women. One body. Zero sleep. And the worst is yet to come.

He splashed water on his face. Stared at his reflection.

Margaret was right. Don’t let this become a conveyor belt.

But the horrible, wonderful truth? He wouldn’t change any of it.

Not one single night.