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Thursday, September 10th, 2009
The sun was about to set, and S.E.E.S. gathered in the communal room of the Iwatodai dorm, having been summoned by their leader, Hamuko Arisato. She didn’t specify the details behind the gathering, but given the nature of the team’s mission, it didn’t take long for the boys to come to a conclusion. The girls, on the other hand, simply held back their smirks and put on their best faces of concern. It wouldn’t do for them to ruin their Mistress’ plan after they spent so much time on it. Even if said planner was running a tad late.
“What’s taking her so long?” Akihiko asked as he paced around the room, a feeling of anticipation building inside of him. Their leader never requested a meeting like this before, so it was quite possible that she may have discovered something serious. Or maybe she was just going to ask some really dumb question. Knowing Hamuko, it could go either way.
Fuuka took one look at the time on her computer screen, frowning as she saw that her girlfriend was almost ten minutes late to the meeting she herself had set up. It probably didn’t mean anything, but it was still enough to give her an uneasy feeling. “It’s not like her to be late for something like this.” She said as she pulled out her cellphone. “I think I’ll-”
She didn’t get to finish, however, once her attention - as well as everyone else’s - was turned to the door being thrown open, followed by a distraught-looking brunette running inside. “Hiya everyone sorry I’m late!” Hamuko said in a single breath as she put her hands to her knees, gasping for air as sweat rolled down her forehead.
“Hamuko! What happened? Are you alright?” Fuuka asked as she ran to the door, stopping a couple of feet away from her panting girlfriend as she held up a hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Hamuko panted as she wiped her brow. “It’s just that the train was running late and I couldn’t wait for the next one so I came running all the way here.”
The answer only caused everyone to look at her with mild confusion. “You do know it would have taken only a couple of minutes for the next one to arrive, right?” Ken asked, followed by a bark from Koromaru that was meant to reinforce the kid’s point. According to Aigis, anyway.
“Yeah, but I couldn’t wait!” The brunette answered fervently as she looked at her team, confusion and worry visible on their faces. “I have something very important to ask you!”
“Well, what is it, Arisato?” Mitsuru asked, holding back a grin as she sat on the edge of her seat.
Hamuko, however, could not keep hers in check, putting on a wide smile before reaching into her back pocket. “Who’s got two thumbs and tickets for a Nippon Baseball League game in Tokyo this weekend? This girl!” She exclaimed before showing off said tickets with an enormous grin plastered on her face.
Though her teammates did not share in her enthusiasm. Most of them anyway.
“Really? You ran all the way here to brag about baseball tickets?” Shinjiro asked in utter disbelief, just in time to see one of his teammates all but lunge at the girl.
“NO FREAKING WAY!!” Junpei shouted as he snatched the tickets from Hamuko’s hand faster than she could react. “Sumaru vs Tokyo, this Saturday night! That’s one of the most hyped games of the season! And these are first-class seats! How did you even get these?”
“I got them as a gift for helping Mr. Tanaka!” Hamuko lied with unnerving ease. “It took a lot of work, but it was definitely worth it.”
“Wait, how many tickets did you get?” Ken asked as he glanced at the ecstatic Junpei and the tickets he was ogling.
“He only gave me five tickets, unfortunately.” Arisato answered, scratching the back of her head. “But! Mitsuru-senpai and I are having a Student Council meeting on Saturday, so we can’t go either way.”
“Huh, that’s an oddly specific number.” Junpei noted once he took his eyes off the papers in his hand for a few seconds, looking at Hamuko only to see her giving a dismissive shrug. “So that leaves seven of us. Even if someone could put Ken on their shoulders and hide him with a trench coat, we’d still have one person left.”
“Um, actually...” Yukari interjected, a small blush growing on her features. “I have, uh... some business to attend to, on the weekend. It’s about the Culture Festival.”
Fuuka spoke up next. “I’m busy too. The music club scheduled a practice session for Saturday.”
Akihiko surmised. “So that leaves me, Shinji, Junpei-kun, Ken-kun and Aigis.”
“It does sound like an intriguing opportunity. I have no practical involvement with baseball or any other similar sporting activity, so this could be a unique learning experience.” Aigis stated, excitement breaking through her robotic tone.
“Hmm, that sounds perfect, actually.” Mitsuru stated, a hand beneath her chin in a graceful pose. “I think it could be a wonderful idea to send Aigis on a trip like this. Having her interact with other people and take part in a popular pastime could be great for her development.”
“...If it would help Aigis, I suppose I could go. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t get lost and all.” Shinjiro said with a sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let any enthusiasm show.
“Well, I was planning on visiting Chidori on Saturday, but I can do that tomorrow no problem.” Junpei said with a grin before turning to face his precious tickets.
“You don’t have to ask me twice!” Ken said as he pumped his fist with a smile on his face. “But what about Koromaru? Are you sure you can take care of him while we’re gone?”
“Sure! It can’t be that hard, I already take him on walks every other night!” Arisato stated, bearing a smirk as she did so.
“When was the last time you fed him?” Ken asked as he folded his arms in front of his chest.
“I don’t need to, we have Shinji-oh. I see your point.” Hamuko said to the sound of her teammates chuckles once the realization hit her.
“Why don’t you take him with you? He’ll be much easier to hide in a trench coat than you, that’s for sure.” Fuuka asked, trying to hold back her giggles.
Ken turned to face the canine sitting on the floor in front of him. “Well, what do you think?”
“Woof! Woof woof!” Came the energetic reply.
“He says he’d love to go.” Aigis translated, much to the relief of everyone in the room. “Apparently baseball was something the priest of the Naganaki shrine enjoyed very much.”
“Aw, in that case we have to take him with us!” The young boy added as he picked up the Shiba Inu. “But still, it sucks that you can’t go.”
“Don’t worry about us, Ken-kun!” Yukari clarified as she walked over to the couch and ran a hand over Koromaru’s fur. “Just make sure you bring us some souvenirs.”
“Very well then, the matter seems to be settled. I will arrange for transportation and lodgings for the weekend.” Mitsuru explained as she turned to face the boys. “It would be a shame for you all to go to the capital and not get to experience at least some of it.”
Akihiko quirked an eyebrow at the statement. “Really? You don’t need to do that. We can come back after the game.”
“The game is at night, isn’t it?” Fuuka asked, even though she already knew the answer. “Might as well sleep there and come back on the Sunday. It’s not like we have anything urgent planned for the weekend.”
“Relax, Akihiko-senpai.” Hamuko said, her gaze focused on her pugilist friend. “There’s still plenty of time until the next operation, so take a weekend off, it’s no big deal.”
Akihiko wasn’t too ecstatic with the idea of going away for an entire weekend, being more than content with keeping up his training regimen. Though visiting another city wouldn’t necessarily stop that, now that he thought it through. Maybe he could visit some shops in his free time, buy some supplements he couldn’t otherwise find in Iwatodai. Maybe hit up that old gym in Shibuya he visited when he went to Tokyo for the nationals that one time. “...Alright, I guess an extended break couldn’t hurt. But can we at least go to Tartarus this week? If we’re going to take some time off like that we could at least put in some work tonight or tomorrow.”
“Fine with me! Everyone free tonight?” Hamuko asked, promptly met with nods of approval from her team. “Great! That’s settled! Now, I’d give you the tickets, but that would require Junpei-kun to stop looking at them like they’re made of gold.”
“They might as well be!” He exclaimed as he snapped what must have been the fiftieth picture he took of those magical strips of paper. Hamuko chuckled as Junpei reluctantly handed his teammates their tickets, all too eager to keep them to himself up to the last possible second. The team exchanged a couple of words before making their way to their rooms to prepare for the mission.
“Mitsuru, Aigis, can I talk to you two for a second?”
The swordswoman and the gynoid stopped at the bottom of the stairs as they waited for her leader to come to them, and for the rest of their team to give them some privacy. Once everyone else had left, with the other girls giving them knowing looks and smirks, Hamuko pulled her robotic lover close for a deep and steamy kiss that lit a fire inside the neglected redhead.
“So, Mimi, when do the prototypes arrive?” The dominant brunette asked, not even bothering to look at her submissive senpai.
“They will be here by tomorrow, Mistress.” Mitsuru said in a husky tone as she mashed her thighs together. “You have my word.”
“They better. Because if I am not holding those prototypes in my hands before my new pets arrive on Saturday, you WILL be punished.” Hamuko said, turning to Mitsuru only to give her a serious glare. “And you will not like it.”
Mitsuru gulped, the suddenly forceful tone making her shiver, fully aware of her owner's creativity when it came to punishments. “I-I understand Mistress.” She said with a deep bow. “I will not disappoint you.”
“You better not. Now go, Aigis and I will be with you shortly.” Hamuko said, allowing a small smile onto her face. Mitsuru bowed once more and left, leaving Hamuko and her robotic servant alone once more. An opportunity the Mistress seized by pulling the blonde for another kiss.
“I’m sorry I have to send you away for the weekend.” The brunette said after breaking the lip lock. “I really wish I could have come up with a way to send them off for the weekend without using you as bait. I’d love nothing more than to have you with us while we welcome the new girls.”
“It is not a problem, Mistress.” Stated Aigis as she caressed her lover’s gloomy face. “What is important is that we succeeded in vacating the dorm for the weekend. Now the boys won’t be able to interrupt your planned activities with your friends from Gekkoukan. Besides, I am sure the weekend will be a great experience regardless.”
“It doesn’t change the fact that it isn’t fair to you.” Arisato said as she put a hand over the blonde’s and pulled her close for a hug, before whispering in her ear. “...I know this won’t make up for the lost weekend, but tomorrow, it will be just the two of us, the whole night. Understood?”
“What about the rest of the girls?” Aigis asked, eyes widening and face flushing at the thought of having her Mistress all to herself.
“I already spoke to them.” Hamuko answered with a cheeky grin, her fingers ghosting over her robotic pet’s metallic chest. “They understood, although they did request that I ‘give you a hell of a good time to make up for the weekend’.”
Aigis quivered beneath her Mistress touch, her computerized mind running with thoughts of what the beautiful domme had in mind for her. “In that case, I will look forward to tomorrow night, Mistress.”
“So will I, Aigis.” Hamuko replied with a smile before slapping her artificial slave’s shiny metal ass. “Now go get ready, we still have some time left before going to the tower, and I want to spend it with my lovely pets. Get in a quick warm-up shall we say.”
Aigis nodded, and after a bow and a “Yes, Mistress.”, headed off to her owner’s new room, where her slave sisters waited for her. Hamuko licked her lips as she watched her climb the stairwell, all too eager to join her for a nice, lustful evening. Alas, she had other responsibilities. With a skip on her step, she made her way to the kitchen, walking from end to end of the room as she checked on ingredients, utensils and other preparations they’d need in order to cook up the necessary supplies for the upcoming meeting.
Yuko Nishiwaki, Rio Iwasaki and Chihiro Fushimi would enter the Iwatodai dorms as mere Gekkoukan students, but Hamuko Arisato would ensure they would not leave as such. They would leave as something far greater, with a much grander, much more passionate purpose in their lives.
Saturday, September 12th, 2009
The boys and Aigis had barely left the dorms before Hamuko's guests arrived. After a warm welcome by the peppy brunette, the treasurer and the tennis players settled down on the spacious couch close to the wall, and Hamuko and Mitsuru sitting on the other one.
“Is it just going to be us?” Rio asked once she noticed the five girls were the only ones in the room.
“Yes, the other representatives had to cancel at the last moment.” Hamuko answered as she took a seat on the couch. “But I’m sure we can fairly divide our newfound resources without their input.”
“Now that everyone is settled, let's begin the meeting.” Mitsuru said from one end of the couch, with Hamuko on the other end. “And once again, thank you for taking the time for this meeting.”
“It's no problem, Kirijo-senpai.” Yuko responded as she adjusted herself on the middle cushion, flanked by Rio on her right and Chihiro on her left. “Though if I have to be honest, it's still a bit weird to finally visit Hamuko-chan's house on such... unique circumstances.”
“First time for everything.” Hamuko said before clapping her hands together as if an idea had popped into her head. “Oh, but before we start, anyone wants some snacks?”
The guests looked at her in confusion, with Chihiro speaking up. “Huh, Hamuko-senpai? Shouldn't we focus on the meeting?”
Arisato smiled. “It won't be any trouble, trust me.” She answered as she looked straight into her kouhai's eyes.
“We aren't in the Council room, are we?” Mitsuru added while crossing her legs. “This is already an extra-official meeting, I don't see an issue with making ourselves comfortable.”
Chihiro tried not to look too flabbergasted at her President's suggestion, but honestly thought she might be failing at it. Never in a million years would she have expected Mitsuru Kirijo to tell her to ‘make herself comfortable' during a meeting, no matter how ‘extra-official' it might have been. But then again, she had never been invited to her home before, and she knew better than to be a rude guest. Besides, if Hamuko-senpai and Mitsuru-senpai were sure it would not be an issue, then she could trust them. Of that much she was certain.
“Well, in that case, I guess having something to munch on wouldn't hurt.” Chihiro said after thinking over the idea.
“Very well. And you two? Would you like something too?” Mitsuru asked with a smile that was somehow both friendly and imposing.
“Sure, thanks for the offer, Kirijo-senpai.” Rio replied, whereas Yuko simply answered with a nod.
“Great! I'm so glad you said that, otherwise Yukari-chan would have been stuck here without anything to do.” Hamuko said in her usual chirpy tone, and before any of her guests could verbalize their evident confusion, snapped her fingers.
The sound of the snap echoed in the foyer, before it was replaced by the clicking of heels on floor tiles. They turned their heads to the source of the sound, just in time to see Yukari Takeba walking out of the kitchen while carrying a tray of various snacks and beverages, though the most curious aspect was the fact that she was dressed in a full maid costume, complete with shiny black pumps, ruffled black dress and white apron, and headpiece. The pink leather collar was a strange addition though, even if, for some reason, they thought it looked oddly... fitting.
“Welcome, ladies!” Yukari said in a chipper tone, despite the slight blush on her face, holding her tray in one hand while doing a curtsy with the other. “May I interest you in some... hors d’oeuvres?” She then asked while reading the foreign word from the palm of her hand, albeit less fluently than when Mitsuru had done it.
“Uhh... Takeba-chan? Why are you dressed as a maid?” Yuko asked, voicing the curiosity of all the guests.
“Oh, this?” Yukari asked, motioning to her unusual outfit. “I just... figured that since my class is doing that maid thing for the Culture Festival, I could at least give this a try before then, you know?”
“But, did you have to try it out... now?” Rio inquired, growing slightly uncomfortable with the situation, just like Chihiro and Yuko.
At which point Mitsuru intervened, just as they rehearsed. “You see, I happened to owe Takeba a favor, one which she decided to cash in by asking if she could practice for the Festival during our meeting.”
“Besides, it’s not like her presence is going to affect our work.” Hamuko interjected as she picked a glass from her maid’s tray while bearing a sly smirk. “Unless you find her to be too distracting...”
The three guests audibly gulped, each of them feeling like Hamuko’s eyes were piercing straight into their own. Her crimson irises were so imposing, and yet, so soothing, relieving, trustworthy.
Like the collar adorning Yukari’s neck, that look seemed to fit her to a T.
“T-that won’t be an issue.” Chihiro said, trying to get the meeting back on its tracks, though more importantly, trying to pull herself together.
“Great!” Arisato exclaimed with a wide, friendly smile as she clapped her hands together. “In that case, help yourselves out and let’s get to work.”
Yukari placed the tray onto the table, making sure to bend at the waist, just like her Mistress had taught her, with her ruffled skirt covering just enough of her to make Chihiro wonder if the sight of the maid’s pussy was just a trick of the mind. Once the archer had strutted out of the hall, the remaining girls went to work, all while the guests were unknowingly taking the first taste of the super-dosed charm treats Hamuko had made specially for this occasion.
“Wow, these are really good!” Chihiro said after taking a bite out of one of the treats. “Did you make these, Hamuko-senpai?”
“Yep, me and Fuuka.” Hamuko answered with a genuine smile. “We’ve been working on those recipes for a while now, glad you like them!”
“How is Fuuka-chan, by the way?” Yuko asked, a teasing grin appearing across her features. “Is she also waiting in the kitchen in a maid outfit?”
“I wish. She had band practice to attend, I don’t know when she’ll be back.” Arisato lied convincingly. “But still, I like your way of thinking, Yuko.”
The tanned girl’s eyes widened as she let out a confused “Eh?”, her blush deepening.
“Let’s just say that you’ve given me some... ideas.” Hamuko said with a wink, not disclosing the fact that she had already thought of Fuuka in a maid dress before they even started dating. “I’ll need to remember to ask Yukari where she got her dress.”
Before Hamuko got too lost in her own head, Mitsuru cleared her throat. “Do you think you can do that after we’re done with our meeting?”
“Of course! You know better than anyone that I can keep my priorities straight, Mitsuru.” Arisato retorted, a grin on her face as she lightly elbowed her redheaded senpai, which led to a blush appearing across her face as she looked away from the brunette.
All the while the guests watched, partly confused, partly flabbergasted, and partly intrigued, and after seeing Yukari dressed as a maid, hearing Hamuko’s indiscreet bedroom plans, as well as seeing Mitsuru made so demure, it was impossible for them not to. With those mental images permeating their thoughts - which were aggravated every time Yukari strutted the room and butchered the French language - the meeting took a bit longer than intended, with the final touches being applied to their financial plan just as the sun had begun to set.
“And with that, we are finished.” Mitsuru said as she took one last look over the papers and folders strewn about the desk. “Thank you for your time.”
“It's getting kind of late. I didn’t think we’d be here all afternoon.” Chihiro said as she looked out the window. “If this is all, I believe I should be going.”
And just as her and the other two guests began to stand up from the couch, Hamuko interrupted them. “Now now, let’s not be hasty, girls. The night is still young, and so are we! We don’t have to say goodbye just yet.” Hamuko said with a grin across her lips, her tone friendly, yet sly.
“What do you mean?” Yuko inquired.
“I mean there’s no reason for you to go just yet.” The transfer student said as she slowly got up from her seat. “Why don’t you spend the night? We can have ourselves a good old-fashioned sleepover!”
“A-a sleepover?” Chihiro stammered out, her cheeks growing hot at the idea of spending the night at Hamuko’s place. “But, I never said anything about it to my family!”
“Not to mention, we didn’t pack any clothes.” Rio added, just as surprised by the suggestion. “And do you have any sleeping bags? Or extra mattresses?”
“That will not be an issue.” Mitsuru clarified, still calm and composed. “There are enough vacant rooms in the dorm for all of us.”
“As for your families, I’m sure the highly respected Student Council President Mitsuru Kirijo can... convince them to let you stay the night.” Hamuko said as she casually took a sip of her glass.
Meanwhile the guests were trying to make heads of the situation. Hamuko had always seemed a bit quirky and eccentric to them, but not even they would have thought she would just suggest for them to sleep at her place completely out of the blue.
And yet, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Sure, it was very sudden and quite inconsiderate of her, but honestly, they were intrigued, in more ways than they were willing to admit to themselves. Yet.
“Come on girls, think about it.” The red-eyed brunette said in a sultry tone. “We could play some games, watch some movies...”
She looked at them, taking in the faint pinkish glow in their eyes before moving in for the kill. “Get to know each other better...” She added with a conspicuous wink directed at her future conquests, the deepening blush on their faces more than enough confirmation that they got the message, subtext and all. Not that it stopped the girls from thinking over the suggestion.
Truth be told, Chihiro was more interested in the idea because of Mitsuru's backing than Hamuko herself. Not that she didn't want to spend time with the brunette, but she just held such admiration for the heiress that the idea of having a sleepover with her sent her heart fluttering. And seeing how meek and shy she acted around Hamuko made her cheeks burn. “I... I guess I can stay... If my parents allow it.”
Rio, on the other hand, was mostly intrigued in finally getting to meet her friend's girlfriend. There was something about the way she talked about Fuuka that piqued her curiosity. Maybe it was just how happy Hamuko seemed when talking about her lover, or how blatantly she spoke about her feminine charms, or how much Rio wanted to see said charms for herself. “Y-yeah, it's not a big deal, right?”
And then there was Yuko. Sure, partying with Hamuko and Yukari - the only other of the dorm’s residents she had previously met, during a tennis tournament in which the classmates seemed oddly flirty with one another - would definitely be a lot of fun. But what really sold her on the ordeal was Rio's presence. Surely, they wouldn't lead her astray. Hell, maybe, just maybe her tennis partner would be inspired by Hamuko and Fuuka's imminent romance and make a move on her... “Sounds like it could be a good time.”
“Great!” Hamuko beamed like a child, doing her best to resist the urge to throw her hands in the air. “You are not going to regret this!”
“Like I said, I still have to see if my parents will allow it.” Chihiro said as a small smile appeared on her hopeful face.
“I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” Hamuko stated, her tone confident and assuring. “Could you handle that, Mitsuru?”
“Certainly.” The heiress said as she stood up. One by one she contacted the families of the guests, and with their help, as well as Hamuko’s, convinced them to let their daughters stay their night for a wholesome, innocent sleepover with the Student Council President and her friends. It helped that Hamuko was introduced to their families on previous occasions. It also helped that she gifted them some nice samples of her special treats.
“Now that the matter is settled, shall we celebrate with a toast?” Arisato snapped her fingers, and right on cue, Yukari walked in with another tray of snacks and beverages, only this time, something about her was kind of... different. Maybe it was her slightly disheveled hair, her slightly crooked dress, or the faint flush across her face, but something about her was a bit off, and it didn’t take long for the girls to notice it.
“Yukari-chan, are you alright?” Rio asked, a blush of her own showing itself as she tried her hardest not to think about the possibly lewd undertones.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” The maid answered while laying the tray on the table, trying not to show her dripping pussy, as much as she wanted to. “Just a little tired, I was working on some assignments while I was waiting in the kitchen.” Yukari added with a curtsy before making her way back to the kitchen.
Arisato held up her glass, and with a loud proclamation of “Cheers!”, downed its contents all at once. And as she watched her friends and future lovers drink the highly concentrated charm-infused juice, she knew it was time to get this party started.
“Anyone else feeling a little hot in here?” She asked, fanning herself with a folder.
“Well it is the middle of summer.” Retorted Yuko without missing a beat.
“True... but still, I’m starting to feel a little bothered.” Hamuko answered, fanning herself faster and humming as she did so. “Aren’t you, girls?” She asked as she looked at them though sultry eyes, and as if on cue, the girls could feel themselves warming up, in more ways than one. “Be honest. Don’t you wish you could just ditch these pesky uniforms? Get more comfortable?”
Yuko tried to fight the sudden heat with a gulp of her drink. “Well, maybe if we had brought some clothes with us we could ha-“
“That’s not what I meant.” Hamuko interrupted, her lips curled into a grin.
“Huh?” Yuko asked as she gulped lowdly.
“Come on. We’re all girls here.” Hamuko said as she stood up. “It’s only natural we get comfortable in each other’s presence.” She added before slowly, tantalizingly slowly removing her uniform. First went her shoes, followed by her knee-high socks. Then went the large ribbon she wore, which she let flutter to the ground, enjoying how her guests’ eyes followed its downward movement. After that she unbuttoned her shirt, rolling it off her shoulders to reveal the modest white bra covering her chest, and once she had burned the sight of the girls’ leering gazes into her memory, she shimmied out of her skirt, showing the equally modest white panties she wore beneath.
“Ahh, much better!” Hamuko sighed as she stretched, fully aware of the effect her half-nude body was having on the half-charmed girls. “How about it, Mitsuru? You are looking awfully flush, sweetie.”
She was, but it wasn’t because of the heat. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” The heiress said, before taking off her boots and standing up.
“M-Mitsuru-senpai!” Chihiro all but shouted, her mind running a mile a minute. “What are you doing?”
“I am simply doing what’s natural.” Mitsuru replied without missing a beat, undoing her own ribbon in a single, graceful motion. But before she could go any further, Hamuko walked up to the redhead and firmly grasped the collar of her shirt.
“Let me help you with that.” She said, not giving her senpai the chance to retort before pulling down on the garment, tearing off its front in one fell swoop, a loud, arousing sound of fabric tearing echoing through the hall. She quickly followed by pulling at the back and on her sleeves, and repeating the deed on Kirijo’s skirt, fully exposing the fancy red lingerie set the rich heiress was wearing, as well as the red leather collar adorning her neck. “There, much better. Now, what do we say?”
“T-thank you, M-Hamuko.” Mitsuru said, trying not to let her arousal show too much, though the juices running down her thighs betrayed her true feelings.
Feelings that were echoed in each of the newcomers’ minds. Watching Hamuko tear off Mitsuru’s clothes might just have been the single hottest thing they had ever seen. And it was just what their lust-addled minds needed to know something was absolutely wrong. This wasn’t some eccentric girl’s idea of comfort, this was raw, dominant seduction, pure and simple. And yet, despite knowing it was wrong, the idea that it could be them in Mitsuru’s place felt so, so right.
Rio was the first to stand up. At least until Yuko grabbed her wrist, the tanned girl’s gaze a wordless plea, one last act of defiance, one last attempt to retain her sanity. “I-it’s alright, Yuko. We have nothing to hide, right?” She said as she placed her hand atop her friend’s. Part of her knew she should heed her partner’s plea, but her lust overpowered her.
Hearing her friend’s words, Yuko let go of her wrist, and watched as Iwasaki stripped herself of her uniform, until she was only wearing a black set of a sports bra and boy shorts. Not exactly the sexiest outfit, but damn it if Rio didn’t make it look good, her fit, beautiful body almost exposed to the elements.
“See? Isn’t that much better?” Hamuko said as she sauntered over to her athletic friend. “Doesn’t it feel so good when you listen to me? When you do as I say?” She ran the back of her hand across Rio’s cheek, her crimson eyes piercing Rio’s pink-misted own.
“Y-Yes...” Rio whispered as a warm smile crept onto her face, her heart racing and her thighs grinding against each other for reason she could neither discern nor care for.
Yuko shot out of her seat as she scrambled to get off her sweltering uniform, the erotic display in front of her driving her mad with lust. She almost tore off the outfit, were it not for Hamuko’s sudden and fierce grasp on her hands.
“Easy there, Yuko, you’ll need these tomorrow.” She said with a chuckle, before brushing some her off Yuko’s tanned face. “Unless you want to go back home in nothing but soaked underwear.” She added with a smirk, one that grew once she heard the whimper Yuko made upon hearing that suggestion. Oh, Yukari and her would get along just fine. “Maybe we can do that some other time. For now, let’s just get you out of those pesky clothes.”
“Yeah... That sounds great...” Nishiwaki said amidst a strangled moan, and proceeded to slowly remove her clothes, her shaking hands ensuring that she would not speed up her pace. When all was said and done, her sweaty clothes laid on the floor, and she stood before the hall clad in plain white bra and white and blue striped panties. Her body wasn’t as toned as Rio’s, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
“Didn’t think you were one for stripes.” Hamuko said as she looked at her friend’s half-naked body, her gaze focused on the growing dampness of her underwear just enough for Yuko to notice. “Cute underwear for a cute girl, I like it.”
The praise sent her heart fluttering, and her face went flush for no reason she could discern, other than the simple fact that making Hamuko happy made her happy. “Th-thank you!”
Hamuko smiled, before turning her attention to the only girl in the room still bearing any modicum of decency. “See, Chihiro? There’s nothing to worry about.” She spoke sultrily as she made her way past the pools of discarded uniforms. “How about it? Let me get you out of that stuffy uniform and then we can truly get this party started.”
Chihiro gulped loudly as her cheeks burned, bearing almost the same color as the ribbon still adorning her neck. “W-w-well, you see, it’s just that... I can’t.”
“Aw, sweetie, don’t be shy.” Arisato said in a friendly tone, slowly walking up to the squirming kouhai. “Look at us! We’re all so comfortable without these dumb clothes, just a group of girl friends in their undies, nothing wrong with that.”
“T-that’s the thing...” Chihiro muttered out before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “You’re all wearing... underwear, and I’m... not.”
The revelation stunned everyone in the room, particularly Mitsuru and Hamuko, who didn’t think the nice, shy, kinda uptight girl from the Student Council would do such a thing. “Chihiro, are you going commando?” Arisato asked as her stunned expression was replaced by a cheeky smirk.
Chihiro looked away as she tried to put her thoughts in order. “W-well, it’s just that... it’s really warm out there, and it’s not like I need it, or that anyone would notice, since I’m, you know...”
She was interrupted when Hamuko grabbed her by the chin and turned her head so she was looking deep into the treasurer’s pinkish eyes. “That’s hot.” Said Hamuko, still proudly bearing her saucy grin. “But also, not a reason to keep those uncomfortable clothes on.”
Hamuko had to hold back a fit of giggles when she saw Chihiro’s eyes widen, and the meek girl let out an equally meek “Huh?”
“You’re a beautiful, sexy young woman, Chihiro.” Hamuko said with a sincere smile as she ghosted a hand over the bespectacled brunette. “You don’t have to hide anything from us. Trust me, you’re going to feel so, so good.”
Fushimi blinked a few times upon seeing Hamuko’s face so close, feeling the inexplicable yet undeniable urge to lean closer and kiss her. And yet, she didn’t. It didn’t feel right for her to take such action, to be so proactive. For now, she would simply obey. “I... trust you.” She then began to undo her uniform, dainty hands pulling down on the clothing until it fell to the floor around her feet.
And just like that, the treasurer was fully nude. Her figure was the leanest in the room, both in terms of tone and curvature, especially when compared to Mitsuru’s bombshell physique or Hamuko’s athletic, sensual body. It would have embarrassed her, hell some part of her was still mortified, but she trusted Hamuko. How could she not trust those soothing red eyes, that warm, friendly smile, that calming, yet imposing voice that made her legs quiver and her pussy wet?
Hamuko took a step back to take in the first of her future conquests’ nude glory. She reminded her of Fuuka, petite, shy, gorgeous. Hopefully just as naughty. “Much better. Thank you for trusting me, Chihiro.”
Chihiro let out a few whimpers, the pink mist in her eyes glowing brighter as she tried to formulate a response. And she never got the chance to say anything, as her attention was diverted to the sight of Mitsuru sashaying up to her, the redhead’s eyes clearly focused on the sight on the wetness dripping down the petite brunette’s legs.
“Do you like what you see?” Mitsuru asked with a small smirk on her face, making no effort in hiding the fact that she was looking straight at the treasurer’s arousal.
Chihiro fumbled with her words. “M-Mitsuru-senpai, I-“ She tried to speak, before Mitsuru placed a finger on Chihiro’s lips, and whispering to her a sensuous “I know I do.” before pulling her closer and kissing her.
Rio and Yuko gasped, and Chihiro’s eyes widened as her idol, her inspiration kissed her. Not in a thousand years would Chihiro have imagined Mitsuru Kirijo was going to be her first kiss. For most of her life she thought it would have been her future husband, then for the past few months, for some reason that didn’t make itself clear until today, she thought it would have been Hamuko. But she didn’t mind in the slightest, her eyes closing as she tried her best to kiss her senpai back.
Mitsuru wasn’t forceful. She let Chihiro get used to her mouth, let the brunette’s dainty hands get comfortable in caressing her soft skin. She could have easily spent the rest of the weekend like this, with Chihiro’s body in her arms and their lips interlocking. However, that was not her decision to make. Her Mistress had plans to bed each of the new slaves before midnight, and it was her duty and her pleasure to obey.
Kirijo broke the kiss first, leaving Chihiro panting and gasping for air. “Let me make you feel good, Chihiro.” She said, nudging her kouhai backwards and slowly guiding her down onto her seat on the couch, before straddling her lap and looking down at her, her gaze hungry and joyful. She leaned down and whispered. “Let me show you what Mistress Arisato has taught us.”, the sound of Chihiro’s half-moan and half-gasp like music to her ears.
Chihiro was too dumbfounded and too aroused to say anything other than a strangled “Yes.”, before Mitsuru kissed her anew, this time much more passionately, teasing the treasurer’s lips with her tongue, and running her skilled hands over Chihiro’s lean body, earning for herself several sounds of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Yuko and Rio looked in flabbergasted awe. The erotic display in front of them drove them wild, any notions of unease or danger completely thrown out the window. now all they could do was mash their thighs together, unsure if they were allowed to masturbate, as much as they wanted to.
“Do you want to feel what she’s feeling?” Hamuko asked, whispering into their ears after sneaking up behind them, the girls clearly to distracted by the make-out session to notice. “I can give it to you. That pleasure, that bliss, that surrender...” She added, each word making the two tennis players quiver with anticipation.
“P-please...” They whimpered, begging in unison.
Hamuko smiled, walking past them and taking their hands, leading them to their places on the couch. They fell onto the plush seats, her legs unable to support them anymore under the heavy weight of expectation. She looked down at the two girls, excited to the point where all they wanted was to tear off what little modesty they had left and fuck themselves silly, but obedient enough to know they had to wait to be told, even if they did not know why. “But before I do that...” Hamuko said as she lifted a hand. “I have two other girls waiting for their turn.” And snapped her fingers.
The kitchen door opened, drawing Yuko’s and Rio’s attention, as out from it walked an even more disheveled Yukari with her maid dress nowhere in sight, her hair tussled and her headpiece almost falling off, the only piece of clothing she wore other than her pink collar, stockings and black pumps. But most surprisingly, Fuuka Yamagishi, dressed in nothing but a cute white apron and a cyan collar. The two girls didn’t even think about the fact that they had been lied to, too aroused by the sight of Fuuka licking her fingers clean of what could only be Yukari’s cum to care about any betrayal. All they could care about was the excitement building up to a boiling point inside them.
“I told you we’d get to know each other better.” Hamuko said as she pulled Fuuka and then Yukari towards her for a dominant, passionate kiss that left both them and the half-naked tennis partners breathless. “So go ahead, mingle. Mitsuru and Chihiro already have a head-start.” With that, Fuuka and Yukari stepped forward and straddled Rio and Yuko, just like Mitsuru had done with the protégé she was currently groping.
“I’m so glad we finally got to meet.” Fuuka said as she ran a hand over the side of Rio's face. “Mistress Hamuko told me so much about you.”
“Y-you too.” Rio muttered out, trying not to show how much the sound of that title aroused her. “She had a lot to say about you.”
“Really?” Fuuka asked with a smirk on her lips, one that would not look out of place on Hamuko's face. “What did Hamuko-sama have to say about me?”
Rio gulped, her partner's comments on the blunette racing back to her mind and making her blush furiously. “She said... you were very cute. And sweet...”
Fuuka leaned closer until their lips almost touched, and looking her straight in the eyes, whispered “And?”
“And she said you have a magical mouth.” Rio confessed, gulping louder as the memories of Hamuko's lewd, unabashed comments on her sex life flooded her mind. “T-that you... eat pussy like a professional whore.” Thinking back on it, she wondered why she didn't call out Hamuko for such crude comments. Such concerns faded from her mind, however, when she heard Fuuka giggle and swoon.
“Aw, she says the sweetest things!” Yamagishi said in a chipper tone as she pulled back from Rio. “In that case, I'll do my best to live up to your expectations.” Fuuka then dove in and began kissing and suckling Rio's neck, her eyes widening as she let out a mewling whimper at the foreign sensation, one that was only aggravated when the petite blunette snuck one hand under her sweaty bra, the other roaming over her body as she looked out for spots that elicited louder moans from the tennis player.
Meanwhile, Yukari was getting reacquainted with Yuko. “Ever since I saw you at that tournament, I've wanted to see Mistress Hamuko enslave you, just like she did to us!” Said the archer as she peppered her face and neck with small kisses.
Yukari's declaration garnered a moan out of Yuko, her body shivering as the idea of being collared flooded her mind with ecstasy. “How does it feel? To be... enslaved?”
Yukari paused her ministrations and looked at her newest slave sister with a friendly smile. “The night Hamuko-sama made me hers was the best night of my life. Ever since then, I experienced so much pleasure I can't even describe...”
Yuko smiled, the archer's adoring praise filling her heart with lustful anticipation. “That... sounds wonderful... I can't wait.”
“Well, you're gonna have to wait just a little longer.” Yukari teased, one hand slowly making its way down Nishiwaki's tanned chest while the other caressed her face. “Mistress ordered me to give her a show, and good girls obey their Mistress.”
The words echoed inside Yuko's mind. They just felt so natural, so right. “I... I want to be a good girl...”
“That's the spirit!” Yukari exclaimed as she hooked a couple of fingers on the frontal clasp of Yuko's bra. “Now let me show you what happens to Mistress' good girls.” She said before deftly opening Yuko's bra, exposing her modest breasts to the hot air of the dormitory. Yuko let out a gasp that turned into a full-blown moan when Yukari took one of her nipples into her mouth, using some of the best tricks in her repertoire to give the newbie just a taste of what was to come.
Hamuko watched the erotic display in front of her with unabashed glee. Her future pets were having the time of their lives, and they had barely gotten started. If such meager kisses and touches drove them to such pleasure, simply imagining what more... direct contact would do to them was making Hamuko giddy with excitement.
Mitsuru was the first to escalate, reaching behind her to unclip her bra amid a steamy kiss. Chihiro was quickly getting into the groove, even willing to move her hands up to her lover's breasts, only for them to be caught by Mitsuru's own.
“There will be time for that later.” Mitsuru said as she broke the kiss, slowly slinking down onto the floor. “For now, just relax, and allow me to please you.” Kirijo knelt onto the floor, licking her lips as she looked straight at Chihiro's glistening cunt. She looked up at the treasurer, and without breaking eye contact, gave her pussy one long lick from bottom to top.
“Oh God!” Chihiro shouted the moment the redhead's tongue made contact with her virgin pussy. The declaration filled Mitsuru with pride, and along with the delicious taste coating her tongue, fueled her desire to tongue Chihiro to an orgasm even further.
Fushimi, unable to deal with such foreign ecstasy, grabbed Mitsuru by the back of the head, an act that alongside her loud, gasping moans, was her way of begging her to continue her ministrations. Not that Mitsuru planned on slowing down any time soon, the essence hitting her taste buds growing more and more enticing by the second.
Fuuka followed suit, having ditched her apron to give Rio an unimpeded view of her lean, petite body. She pushed up the player's sports bra and dove into her tits, sucking and lapping at them like her life depended on it, all while fingering her as best as she could within her soaked boy shorts.
“Fuuuuck!” Rio screamed out when Fuuka's finger lightly grazed a particularly sensitive spot within her tunnel. Her screams died out when Yamagishi pulled out her hand from within the confines of her shorts and brought it to her mouth to lick it clean.
“You taste wonderful, Rio.” Fuuka said with a sultry smile. “I hope you don't mind if I get a taste from the source.” She added with a sensual wink, to which Rio frantically shook her head from side to side in response. Fuuka quickly knelt on the floor and pulled Rio's soaked boy shorts all the way down her legs until they were hanging off one foot. She took one long sniff of Iwasaki's dripping wet snatch and dove in, lapping it up like the delicious treat it was.
Rio fully gave herself to the madness, the foreign sensation of Fuuka's tongue on her needy pussy driving her up the wall with pleasure. This was her friend's girlfriend eating her out so vigorously, and yet she couldn't find it in her to think any of it was wrong. If anything, it felt natural. The pleasure, the subservience, it all felt right, and she couldn't wait to experience more of it.
And if Yuko's moans were anything to go by, neither could she. The tanned girl threw her head back as she let out a loud cry of ecstasy, one hand on top of Yukari's head as she ate her out, the other clutching the seat so hard it threatened to tear a hole in it. She wanted to tell Yukari to keep going, to let the archer know just how good she was making her, but all that came out of her mouth were strangled moans.
Through hazy eyes, Yuko looked to her side and saw Rio in the throes of ecstasy. Her face was contorted as she gasped and shrieked and moaned in that wonderful voice of hers, her body glistening with sweat as the pleasure ran through every fiber in her being.
She looked so fucking beautiful.
Beautiful enough to drive her into doing something utterly mad. But after stripping down in front of a room half filled with strangers and getting tongue-fucked by a girl she only spoke to once, what was one more act of madness?
She took Rio's hand into her own, both partners still clutching the heads of the girls going down on them. When Rio turned to face her, she dove in for a desperate, passionate kiss. One that wouldn't have strayed too far from the apparent theme of the night, were it not for the decisively more composed “I love you.” that followed.
Rio's eyes widened, first at the sudden kiss, the at the even more sudden declaration. But what surprised her even more was just how she found herself agreeing to that sensation.
It didn't make any sense. Rio grew up liking boys, she never saw her best friend, or any other girl for that matter, in a romantic or sexual light. Yet here she was, hearing her best friend declare her love for her while being eaten out by a girl she had never seen.
And all she could think was how foolish she was to never have noticed how much she adored Yuko Nishiwaki.
“I love you, Rio. I always have.” Yuko confessed, her voice ragged and breathless. “I'm sorry it took something like this for me to say it! I didn't know if you were into girls, so I never said anything!”
Rio's heart sank at the thought of Yuko carrying around such a secret. For all the time they've known each other, Yuko was burdened by such feelings that she could not act upon.
Yesterday Rio knew what she would have said. She would have turned down Yuko as gently as she could, and she would have ensured that they would still be friends, and that nothing would change between them.
But now? Now, with her mind covered in a fog of lust and foreign thoughts and sensations, as she looked upon Yuko's beautiful, flush face, she wanted everything to change. So she kissed Yuko back.
“I love you too Yuko.” Rio admitted, looking straight at her partner's beautiful brown eyes. “I don't know when or how I started feeling this way, but I do. And I don't really know what's happening, but all I know is that I'm so happy we're doing it together!”
Yuko beamed with joy, the smile on her blushing face growing wider as she heard the words she always dreamed of. There was so much she wanted to say, and yet she simply pulled Rio for another kiss, letting her actions speak louder than any of her words could.
In no existing reality would Rio and Yuko have believed anyone that said they would confess their love for one another while receiving oral sex from two other girls in the middle of their friend's living room. Yet oddly enough, neither one of them saw anything wrong with that. And neither did their mutual friend.
Ever since suggesting to Yuko that she was trustworthy enough to keep her deepest secrets, Hamuko knew she had to bring those two together. She never saw herself as a matchmaker, but between implanting suggestions for Yuko to be more assertive about her feelings and planting the seeds of love for her partner in Rio's mind, Hamuko found herself getting quite the hang of it.
Not that their newfound love would keep them from serving her. Now they could worship her together, as they were meant to be.
“See what wonderful things happen when you trust me?” Hamuko asked as she stood up from her seat. “What happiness, what fulfilment, what pleasure can follow your obedience?”
“Yes!” The three newcomers moaned in near unison, their voice shaking from the ecstasy.
Hamuko licked her lips as she slowly made her way toward her new pets, circling around the couch as she gently petted them. “And I can give you so much more. You only have to do. One. Simple. Thing.” She added, emphasizing each word with a kiss to their foreheads. “Look down.”
Through fluttering eyes, Chihiro, Rio and Yuko looked down, their lustful gazes falling on the beautiful, dutiful faces of the girls gladly and proudly bringing them pleasure like they never experienced. And then they looked past them, past their sweat-drenched backs, until they saw them. The stunning, vulgar, elegant ‘XXII' tattoos on their lower backs. And the moment they saw the reverent brands permanently etched onto their skin, they knew they needed them as well. More than anything, their bodies craved the symbol of their allegiance to their new Mistress.
“Do you see the emblems on their skin?” Hamuko asked in a husky tone, to which her guests nodded amid loud moans, clearly reaching their peaks after such a sensuous trial. “You can have them, so you will always remember who you serve. You can have your brands, and so much more that only I can give you! All you have to do is submit, and cum for your Mistress!”
Without needing to be told twice, Rio, Chihiro and Yuko all gladly obeyed their first official order and came into the waiting mouths of the slaves tending to them, grasping their heads as to keep them there for as long as they could, while Rio and Yuko had their other hands intertwined.
After long, loud and mind-blowing orgasms, the new girls slumped back in their seats, eyes shut in pure exhaustion. And while they recuperated themselves, Fuuka, Yukari and Mitsuru lapped up all of the wonderful new essence they'd love to grow accustomed to.
When the newcomers finally opened their eyes, the sight in front of them made them question whether or not they had passed out from the sheer pleasure. In front of them stood Hamuko Arisato, dressed in full dominatrix garb, with her luscious chestnut hair curling down past her shoulders and her modest breasts as well as her wet pussy bare to the world. She looked like the personification of sensual dominance, like a sex Goddess made flesh.
Their Goddess. Their Mistress.
But one detail about her outfit that drew their attention was the three loops of leather clipped onto the side of her corset, one light purple, one jet black, and one vivid green, but all of them had two wide golden lines running their lengths. It didn’t take long for them to realize that they were collars, their collars, their symbols of submission, and the sight of them made their hearts flutter as they tried to figure out which one belonged to whom.
Hamuko’s first slaves rose from the floor, making their way toward their leather-clad owner so that she may have a taste of her neophytes. One by one she pulled them close for a passionate, nigh-orgasmic kiss as she savored the essences lingering in their lips, her tongue leaving no inch of their mouths unturned as she looked to both get acquainted with their unique flavors as well as reward her pets for giving their new slave sisters such a wonderful welcoming party. When she was done, leaving a dazed and whimpering trio of pets in her wake, she saw that her guests’ eyes lay laser-focused on her, their chests heaving and their pussies dampening anew as each of them saw their Mistress fiercely claiming her slaves and hoped they would be next.
Hamuko cleared her throat, breaking the girls out of their daze. “While I appreciate the looks, ladies, I’d also appreciate if we could get a move on.” She said, though the smirk on her face suggested that she wouldn’t mind if they kept their hungry gazes on her. “Time stops for no one, after all, and I have a lot planned for you three tonight.”
Without saying a word, the girls scrambled onto the floor, to the spots the slaves before them took, their essences dripping onto the floor to add to the pools left behind by Fuuka, Yukari and Mitsuru. They looked up expectantly at their new owner, eyes shining with lustful magic and raw, all-natural excitement, each of them wanting in some way to take action, but all of them knowing that was not their decision to make.
Instead, Rio slowly reached a hand toward Yuko, and after looking at her with a warm smile, reached the other out to Chihiro, who looked at it in confusion. But it only took one look at the new couple and their welcoming smiles to know what they meant. Chihiro took Rio’s hand into her own and smiled back at her two ‘colleagues’ before turning to their Mistress, and all of them speaking in unison, almost as if their minds had been connected for a greater purpose.
“How may we serve you, Mistress Hamuko?”
It took all of Arisato’s will power not to cum right then and there, but she held fast. She knew her girls wouldn’t judge her for it, but it wouldn’t do for a Mistress of her caliber to fold at a simple display of submission, not when the night had just begun. With a snap of her fingers, Fuuka retrieved her trusty camera and handed it to her lover, with which she took a wonderful picture of her newest slaves uniting in their servitude. She had placed several video cameras around the dorm before they arrived, not to mention she had the surveillance system Fuuka hacked months ago, but in her mind, nothing beat a good old memory she could hold in her hands.
“I will claim you all soon enough. And when you do, you will be awarded with your very own collars. As well as these.” Hamuko said as she held out small metal tags, which her first slaves took and attached to their collars. It took some effort for the kneeling trio to read, but once they did, they could think of nothing other than how such an accessory would look on them.
“But first, I have to decide which one of you gets to be the first one.” Hamuko stated with a mock sigh. “I am only one woman, unfortunately, so we’re gonna have to do this one at a time. But you don’t mind that, do you, pets?” She asked, emphasizing the word in order to get a reaction out of her newest slaves. She slowly paced back and forth in front of the girls, almost taunting them into speaking out for their turn. But they didn’t take the bait. They knelt before her, anxious, but patient. Excited, but obedient. The level of restraint the rookies showed was quite impressive to Hamuko, although it did make her kind of worried that she might not have many opportunities to... discipline them.
Or it could just make it sweeter for when they did step out of line. Only time would tell.
Chihiro, Rio and Yuko all waited with anticipation weighing in their hearts and lust flaring in their bodies. They all dealt with the wait their own way, Yuko licking her lips, to Chihiro biting down on hers, to Rio grinding her legs together. But through it all, they still held hands, their solidarity more important than their own individual needs. They might not all exactly be friends yet, but right now that didn’t matter. Right now, they were Hamuko Arisato’s slaves, and that’s all that mattered. They would get through this trial by fire together, and come out much happier, much more fulfilled people by the time it was done.
After much deliberation, she stopped, and reached out to the girl in front of her. The lucky one who would be the first to be claimed as her new lover.
“Rise.” Hamuko spoke with authority as she offered a hand. “Your Mistress beckons.”