As dusk settled, Haruka's second villa was buzzing. Warm lights spilled through the living room and out the glass doors, showing the pool's glow and the showers' marble shine. The night crackled with energy—part nerves, part something else.
Akane stood hesitating in the hallway, eyes sweeping over a scene she hadn't expected. Yariko, Bitchko, Kuroko, Bakako, Noriko, Yuruko, and Erika were all there, each with a spark of curiosity, a dash of rivalry, and a secret something in their smiles. Laughter floated from the pool, mixed with splashing, teasing voices, and soft moans.
Bitchko grinned and threw Haruka a teasing look. "Think you can keep up? One at a time, or all of us at once?"
Her laugh broke the tension. Erika, red hair gleaming in the light, nodded. "Yeah, we're not going easy on you, Haruka."
He gave a small shrug, calm but firm. "I got this. I'll handle the house, the money—you know who's pushing you. All I want is loyalty. No other guys. From now on, you finish any mission I give."
That hit the group—underneath the teasing, they all knew this wasn't a joke.
The night stretched on slow and hot. The pool, showers, living room—it was all just a backdrop to soft touches and half-whispered jokes. Haruka pulled Yariko close, water dripping off her skin, their talk playful but real.
Yariko's hand slid low. "You really won't get tired?"
Haruka smirked, sliding his arms around her. "Try me. You haven't seen what I can do."
Pinned gently beneath him, Yariko gasped out, "No… but I wanna. Yeah, Haruka… more…"
The water rippled as he spun her, laughter mixed with quiet sighs. Around them, the others reached out, fingers tracing over Haruka's big, strong muscles.
Erika caught Bitchko's eye from the deck. "He's huge… and strong, right?"
Bitchko smiled, eyes gleaming. "Like a drug. Doesn't matter if I lose it for a bit. Just watching's enough to get hooked again. You feel that?"
The steam curled in the shower where Kuroko joined Haruka and Yuruko. The light dimmed, making everything feel close and wild and safe. A scream echoed from down the hall, slow music beat softly.
Haruka ruled the night quietly. His workout was yes, tough, but mixed with care and longing. When Erika tangled her fingers with his under the waterfall showerhead, her voice dropped to a whisper. "Again, please, Haruka." Noriko rested her head on his chest, whispering, "This is exactly what I needed."
In the bedroom, all eight inches curled close on one long bed, warmth wrapped around skin and trust and softness. Every night was the same rhythm—heavy on romance, tension melting as they clung to him, hungry and laughing.
Days fell into a steady loop—pool games with teasing, group showers soft and gentle, quiet planning over breakfast, hands brushing under the water. Every few hours, a rush hit them—tumbling on beds or couches, laughter melting into breathy sighs of trust and pleasure.
On day seven, Haruka gathered them. The sun caught tired but eager faces as he handed out phones, voice low and steady:
"Your mission's simple. Spot the ones who rise fast—popular kids, new couples—anywhere. Watch 'em, follow 'em, report back. That's how we stick."
There was a pause. Then Erika stepped forward, smiling sly. "Alright, boss knows best. But you're still mine later."
Laughter broke the tension—a breath of ease that stayed.