Makoto leaned down to kiss Yuna and slid his throbbing cock into her cunt. "You stink of sweat from the con, but I love that."
The moment he slid into Yuna, a strangled sound tore from her throat. Her cunt, tight and slick, clenched around him like a fist. "Nnngh—! FUCK!"
His kiss, combined with the degrading praise, completely shattered her. She met his tongue with desperate, frantic hunger, her body bucking against him. "Shut up... you fat... disgusting pig..." she sobbed against his lips. "It's your fault I'm so sweaty... you made me... work so hard..."
Tears of bliss streamed from Yuna's eyes, carving clean paths through her smeared Shinobu makeup. "I love you. I love you the most, big bro... Say it again... tell me how you love me..."
He kept fucking her, his thrusts deep and punishing, and she met every single one with desperate, hungry fervor. She was finally home, she had won, and she was going to make sure everyone in the room knew it.
"I love your costumes, your fucking smell, and your terrible gacha addiction. I love everything about you, Yuna!" he grunted as his hips kept thrusting, his cock exploring and expanding her cunt.
His words were a perfect, devastating validation. It was an acceptance of every single broken and chaotic part of Yuna: Her smell, her addiction, her love for cosplay. Everything she was, he claimed it.
"You... you mean it? You really mean it?" she sobbed, her voice vulnerable. The tsundere, the Insect Hashira, the furious queen, all of it melted away, leaving only a girl who was being embraced by her stepbrother. "Then prove it. Cum inside me! I'm the main wife, I want your first load!"
Her beg was the final, devastating blow. Makoto groaned and sped up his thrusts. "Of course, I'm not going to pull out... Take it all and make me a mini-Yuna."
Yuna's body went rigid as a sound tore from her throat. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pleasure, flew open, blown wide with shock and soul-shattering bliss. His declaration hit her like a physical force, and her entire world collapsed into a single blinding point of light.
"YES!" she screamed, her voice cracking, her hips bucking up to meet his every thrust with frantic hunger. "YES! FILL ME UP, MAKOTO! BREED ME! MAKE ME YOURS! I'LL TAKE IT ALL! I'LL TAKE EVERYTHING!"
Yuna's orgasm ripped through her like a violent storm that seemed to shake the entire floor. She came and came while screaming his name, her body tensed like a taut bowstring.
As Makoto felt his own release building, he drove into her one last time, deep and final, to flood her womb with his hot, thick seed.
Yuna collapsed under him, boneless and trembling. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his back, and she was sobbing happy sobs against his shoulder. "...Mine, you're all mine, big bro..."
From her spot on the floor, Ayane let out a whistle. "Damn, the main wife route ending is some next-level shit," she purred.
Mika just watched; her angelic mask stayed on her face. But her hands, resting on the tatami, were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. Something dangerous and possessive was shown in her eyes, something that screams, "Yuna got her share. I want it too!"
Makoto kissed Yuna's cheek and neck, then pulled his cock out. A soft whine escaped her lips as he pulled out. Her legs, which had been locked around his waist, fell limply onto the futon. She didn't have the strength to protest, but her violet eyes, hazy and blissed-out, followed him with an unwavering gaze.
Makoto looked at Ayane and Mika. Somehow, his cock was still hard right after a long climax. "Kept you two waiting, huh? What position do you want me to fuck you in, Mika?"
"Ooh, the quiet one gets to choose? You're playing favorites, boss!" Ayane purred, shifting her weight on her knees.
Mika didn't speak. Words were too clumsy and too imprecise for what she wanted. She crawled from her spot on the tatami onto the futon. She deliberately positioned herself right beside Yuna's limp, sated body. It was her territorial claim, her silent act of war.
Mika lay on her back, still looking directly at Makoto. Slowly, she pulled her knees up to her chest, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs apart as far as they would go. She presented herself to him like a broken offering. Her cunt was exposed and slick with a fresh wave of wetness. It was the most vulnerable, submissive position possible.
And then, she opened her mouth and whispered. "This position, Master," she said, her gaze flickering for a fraction of a second to Yuna's dazed face before locking back onto his. "So I can watch her face while you remind her... who the best wife really is."
"Tch, still so competitive, huh?" Makoto quickly got on top of Mika and plunged his cock into her quivering cunt. "How about you two compete on... who gets my baby first?"
A vicious sound tore from Mika's throat as Makoto slammed into her. Her silent, patient waiting... it had all just paid off in the most spectacular way possible.
"Yes!" she cried out, her serene mask shattering into a million pieces of unhinged glee. "Yes, please, Master! My womb is ready for you!" Her cunt, impossibly tight and slick, clenched around his cock with desperate strength. Her body, held in that vulnerable, open position, bucked and writhed under him.
She turned her head, her brown-pink eyes blazing with wildfire as she looked at her dazed rival. "Did you hear that, Yuna-chan?" she panted, her voice dripping with pleasure. "I'm going to give Makoto a baby first."
Yuna, who had been floating in a warm, post-orgasmic haze, snapped back to reality as if she'd been doused with ice water. Her eyes flew open, wide with fury and primal fear. "NO! STOP IT, YOU BITCH!" she screamed.
She tried to sit up and lunge at Mika, but her body was too spent. She collapsed back onto the futon like a wreck of rage and pleading. "You can't, Mika! He's mine! I'm the main wife! I should have his baby first!"
Ayane, still waiting on all fours, threw her head back and let out an unrestrained laugh. "HOLY SHIT! A BREEDING WAR?! THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING HAREM EVER! Don't forget about me, boss! I'm fertile as hell today too!"
Mafuyu, still recovering from her own orgasm, let out a small, almost inaudible whimper. The word "baby" seemed to hit a deep, primal chord within her. And her eyes, still hazy and unfocused, started to fill up with something dangerous.