Yuna's eyes widened for a moment. A faint blush crept up her neck from Makoto's kiss. Then she schooled her features back into smug authority. She licked the stray glaze from his lips with a slow, deliberate motion.
"A joke? Big bro, you should know by now..." Her hand, sticky with sugar, found its way to his crotch. Her fingers curled around the bulge in his pants. "I never joke about your cock."
She pulled back with a triumphant smirk, leaving him with a racing heart and throbbing erection.
Mika tilted her head thoughtfully. "Actually, we were having a debate about the material. Yuna thinks we should go with surgical-grade steel for the cage, for hygiene reasons."
"But I was leaning toward the soft silicone models. They seem more comfortable for long-term wear." She took another delicate bite of her donut, eyes sparkling. "What do you think, Makoto? You're the one who's going to be wearing it."
A cold sweat ran down Makoto's back as he moved backward. "Hey, hey, there's no way I'm wearing that. You'd be uncomfortable if I forced you to wear something against your will, wouldn't you?"
Yuna let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Uncomfortable? Honey, I'd be thrilled. It would prove you're a real man." She popped the last bit of her donut into her mouth with a smug grin.
But Mika's expression changed. Her smile faded into something softer. She set her donut down, playful energy replaced by surprising seriousness. "He's right, Yuna." Her voice was gentle. "We shouldn't force him."
She turned to Makoto, and her eyes were clear and honest, completely devoid of their usual teasing glint. "It was a joke, mostly. We were just trying to get a rise out of you." She offered a small, apologetic smile. "We got carried away."
Yuna scoffed, crossing her arms and looking away with a stubborn pout.
Mika kept her gaze steady on him. "But for the record," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I still think you'd look really cute in a collar."
Makoto sighed, long and weary. "Fine, fine. I'll wear a collar for you two, but only in private. And absolutely no chastity cage!"
Little did he know, he just walked right into Mika's trap and signed his own death sentence. The absurd chastity cage was just the door for her door-in-the-face technique, while the collar was their aim in the beginning.
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Mika's face. This time it wasn't wicked or teasing, it was genuine, bright, radiant. The promise of the collar, of a consensual act of submission, was a victory more intoxicating than any chastity device. "Okay," she breathed, voice a little shaky. "I'd like that."
Yuna was a storm cloud of conflicting emotions. The thought of him in a collar, a tangible symbol of his belonging to them, was clearly thrilling.
Makoto checked the clock. "We can go shopping after your class tomorrow. But it's quite late, so maybe I should drive you home, Mika." He grinned at Yuna. "Are you coming too? To guard your big bro?"
"Of course I'm coming, you idiot!" She jumped to her feet. The thought of him alone in a car with Mika again was clearly agonizing. "Someone has to make sure you don't accidentally show her your dick on the way." She stalked to the door, a possessive, grumpy storm cloud in her unicorn pajamas.
Mika giggled softly. She followed Yuna with graceful, unhurried movements. As she passed Makoto, she leaned in, breath warm against his ear. "Thank you," she murmured.
The unspoken part hung between them: For choosing to play our game, for letting me in instead of just running away like others.
They dropped Mika off at her home safely. The car was quiet after she got out, the silence a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the past few days. Just him and Yuna now, with the familiar hum of the engine as a comfortable backdrop.
"It's been a while since it was just the two of us, huh?" His voice was low. "Do you remember when we first met at that massage parlor, Yuna?"
Yuna stared out the window, her reflection pale in the dark glass. "I remember. It was two months, three weeks, and four days ago." She didn't look at him. "And you were a fat, pathetic, horny slob back then. Some things never change."
But her hand, which had been fisted in her lap, found his on the center console. Her fingers laced with his, grip a little too tightly. "I'm glad we met that day," she whispered so quietly he almost missed it. "Even though you're the worst."
Her thumb traced a slow circle on the back of his hand. "And I'm glad you're not going back to that place."
Makoto chuckled softly as they drove home, humming on the way. "I have no reason to go back there, do I?" He looked at her. "Would you mind giving me a normal massage tonight? Without a happy ending? My body's tired all over from our sleepover."
Yuna let out a soft snort. "A normal massage? Big bro, there's nothing normal about us." But she squeezed his hand in silent agreement.
Back in his room, the air was thick with the scent of them. All three of them. It was messy, chaotic, beautiful.
Yuna pointed to the bed. "Lie down. And take your shirt off. I can't work through your disgusting, sweat-stained fabric."
He obeyed. She straddled his back, her weight a familiar, comforting presence. Her hands moved in a whirlwind of motion, fingers digging into his tense muscles with surprising strength.
She worked in silence for a few moments, the only sound the soft, rhythmic kneading.
"You know," she said grudgingly, "you're not a very good boyfriend." Her fingers dug into a particularly tight knot in his shoulder, making him wince. "You're messy, lazy, greedy. You're a pervert."
She leaned down, breath hot against his ear. "But you're my pervert." Her voice cracked.
"And I'm not sharing you with anyone else." Her hands slid down, fingers tracing the curve of his ass. "Except for Mika, I guess. And maybe Ayane, if she plays her cards right." Her hands stilled.
Makoto groaned from the massage. "That sounds quite generous, coming from you. But don't worry. I have no plan of collecting a big harem, like I'm collecting some Pokémon cards." He paused with a grin. "And you'd always be my favorite Pikachu, I think."
Yuna's hands froze on his back. For a long moment, she was completely still. Then he felt something wet and warm drip onto his shoulder blade. And then another.
"Idiot," she choked out, voice thick with tears. "You can't just say things like that." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, body trembling with silent sobs. "Pikachu? You're comparing me to a fucking electric rat?"
But there was no anger in her voice. Just raw, overwhelming emotion she didn't know how to handle. She clung to him, a small, fragile thing, her usual bratty armor of sarcasm completely gone.
"You're my favorite, too," she whispered into his skin, barely audible. "My fat, stupid, perverted Snorlax."
Her hands began to move again. This didn't feel like a massage anymore. It was a soft caress, fingers tracing idle, possessive circles on his back. "And if anyone tries to catch you," she added, a hint of her old fire returning, "I'll electrocute them." Her hand slid down, fingers finding his softening cock. "And then I'll use Thundershock on this."
Makoto chuckled. "You should ease off, Miss Masseur. It was totally drained this morning."
Yuna let out a soft, watery giggle against his back. "Floppy, useless dick." But her hand retreated in a rare act of mercy. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, breathing slowly, evening out.
He glanced back at her. "Let's go buy some new Pokémon pajamas tomorrow, too. What do you think Mika will pick?"
The question seemed to ground her, pulling her back from the emotional edge. She was silent for a moment, genuinely considering it.
"Mika..." She sounded thoughtful, voice still a little thick. "She'd probably pick something disgustingly cute. Like a Jigglypuff or a Sylveon." A familiar, competitive glint returned to her eyes. "She'd probably try to use Charm on you and make you buy her the entire Eeveelution line."
She shifted, hips grinding against his lower back in a gesture that was more instinct than intent. "But it wouldn't matter, because you'd still be my Snorlax. And I'd just use Body Slam on her until she fainted."
Her arms wrapped around him in a warm, secure cage.
[Season 2 Ended]