The dinner had finally ended. What did Makoto do with his 40,000 yen (~250$) profit? He paid for a big room with a king-sized bed in his favorite love hotel, of course.
"You sure you have enough stamina for this, boss?" Ayane grinned as she poked Makoto's full belly.
"You underestimated him, Ayane! My stepbrother is a perverted pig with unlimited stamina." Yuna shrugged and shook her head as she licked her lips, can't wait for whatever came next.
Mika linked her arms with Makoto on his left. "I saw you drink something suspicious last night, darling. At least let me order you something legit next time."
On his right, the flustered Mafuyu kept looking down while muttering. "Don't push yourself too hard for us, honey." Her words should be more convincing if she weren't the one who sucked him dry the night before.
As their group entered the lobby, Makoto turned to Yuna. "Been a while since we're here, hasn't it? Last time it was just... two of us![1]" He smirked. "You're the Main Wife. Pick whatever room you want, Yuna."
"Finally, some goddamn respect around here." Yuna let out a low purr. The exhaustion of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by a familiar gleam. She walked up to the touch-screen room selection panel, her eyes scanning the options.
The screen displayed a gaudy array of themed rooms: a neon-drenched "Cyberpunk" suite, a lush "Tropical Paradise," and an extravagant "Royal Palace."
"No," she said, dismissing them with a wave of her hand. "Too tacky. Too distracting." Her finger stabbed at the screen, landing on an option that was unexpected but surprisingly... suitable. "This one," she declared.
It was the "Traditional Japanese" room.
The pictures showed tatami mat floors, shoji screen doors, a low wooden table, and a massive futon spread out in the center. It was elegant, minimalist, and classy, coincidentally in theme with their Kimetsu no Yaiba cosplays.
"It's... calming and big enough for all of us," she said with a wistful look in her eyes. She turned to look at the three other women with a grin. Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "And there are lots of pillows and futons," She looked back at Makoto, her eyes sparkling. "For all the activities our Demon King has planned."
"That was a good choice, indeed." Makoto nodded and led them to the room as Mika picked up the key.
The walk down the hallway felt strange due to the silence. The air was thick with anticipation in the low, discreet lighting of the love hotel corridor. When Mika inserted the key card, the electronic lock chirped. She pushed open the lightweight door and stepped aside.
The room was more beautiful than expected. Soft, warm light from a paper lantern illuminated an ample, open space floored with sweet-smelling tatami mats. In the center, a futon the size of a super king-size bed was spread out, with crisp white sheets and plush pillows. A low wooden table sat in one corner.
"Hmph. It'll do," Yuna humped, entered the room with the air of a queen taking possession of a new castle, her eyes immediately finding the yukatas. "Should we get changed? Our costumes are still sweaty and disgusting."
Mika moved in with silent grace, her eyes taking in every detail. She didn't claim a spot yet; she just observed and calculated.
"Well, hot damn," Ayane breathed with a low whistle. "The Main Wife has good taste." Without another word, she kicked off her shoes, tossed her bag aside, and sprawled across the futon like a starfish. "The Love Pillar officially approves this bed."
Mafuyu was the last to enter. She closed and locked the door behind them, the soft click echoing in the room. She hovered by the doorway, her hands clutching the strap of her purse, her eyes wide with blushing excitement.
Mafuyu looked at the massive futon, at the three other women who had already claimed the space with such confidence, and then at Makoto.
"Sweaty? I don't mind that," Makoto shrugged, looking at the girls still in their costumes. "Time for the Demon King to take his revenge. For putting me in this ridiculous kimono, and whatever hell you put me through yesterday."
He smirked evilly. "Get on all fours, then show me your cunt and beg. Now!"
His command was a sudden, brutal shift from exhausted post-con camaraderie to primal dominance. The room, which had been filled with relaxed victory, was now charged with thick and electric silence.
The girls started to move. Each one reacting in a way that was so perfectly them.
"Tch. Fucking pervert!" Yuna hissed, but there was no heat in it, just a Pavlovian tsundere response. She was the first to drop to her knees, her movements sharp and angry. She got on all fours, her back ramrod straight.
With a swift and violent motion, she pulled down her hakama pants and tugged the fabric of her purple underwear to the side. "Is this what you wanted to see, you fat Demon King?!" she snarled, her voice caught between defiance and pleading need. "Happy now?! I don't beg! Begging is for dogs!"
Ayane let out a throaty laugh. "Oh, I like this game, Demon King," she purred and sank gracefully to the tatami mat. She positioned herself beside Yuna like a perfect mirror image and made a show of pulling aside the short skirt of her Mitsuri costume.
Her pussy was clean-shaven and exposed. "Please, Demon King-sama," she said, her voice dripping with performative submission. "Please fuck your Love Pillar. I've been a very bad girl."
Mika said nothing while moving with silent grace like a doll whose strings had just been pulled. She kneeled beside Mika. Her movements were precise as she arranged her kimono just so, exposing her pink pussy completely.
She didn't speak; she just turned and looked at Makoto, her pink eyes shining eagerly. Her silence was the most profound begging of all.
Mafuyu let out a small, choked gasp. Her hands trembled as she clutched the sundress. She looked at the other three women, already on all four, and then at Makoto.
Her entire body was trembling. Slowly and hesitantly, as if she were moving through water, she kneeled next to Ayane. Her movements were clumsy and uncertain. She fumbled with the hem of her sundress, her fingers shaking too much to get a proper grip.
"...Please," she whispered. "Please... give me your cock... honey."
Makoto came closer and leaned in to have a closer look at their cunts, not rushing to enter yet. His cock was starting to throb. The air in the room was thick with their scent: perfume, sweat, makeup, and the sharp aroma of arousal.
His cock throbbed painfully against the inside of his pants. But he took his time like a demon king surveying his offerings. He started with Yuna first. He crouched down, his face just inches from her.
Yuna flinched but held her ground, her body trembling with excitement. Her pussy was perfectly waxed, her lips a neat, tight slit, already flushed a deep pink. A single, clear drop of moisture glistened at the entrance. "What are you looking at, you pervert?!" she hissed, but her voice broke, and her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch.
Then there was Mika, who acted as a perfect silent statue. Her pussy was delicate and girly, her inner lips a soft, pale pink. She was utterly still, not a single muscle twitching. Her only movement was the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest.
Her eyes, however, were locked on his. She didn't need to speak. Her entire being was already a silent, desperate plea.
Next, he moved to Ayane. She had pushed her hips forward, her cunt open and inviting, slick with copious wetness that shone under the lantern light. She was offering herself with shameless abandon. "See something you like, Muzan-sama?" she purred and shifted, spreading her legs just a little wider. "It's all yours. Just take it, shove your cock in."
Finally, he came to Mafuyu. She was now a trembling wreck. She couldn't even look at him, her face buried in the tatami mat. Her sundress was rucked up around her waist, and her simple white cotton panties were pulled to the side, soaked through.
Her cunt was a mess of slick arousal, her inner lips swollen and quivering with overwhelming need. "Please, Makoto,..." she sobbed, making a muffled, broken sound against the floor. "I can't wait any longer... please..."
The sight of them, laid bare and begging in their own unique ways, was overwhelming. Four perfect offerings, all just for him. Even without entering, Makoto's cock already felt like it was about to burst.
[1] see chapter 6