Makoto smiled at the grumpy Yuna while his cock was still plunging into Mika's cunt. "Mika still thinks everything is going as she planned? So cute!" He thought when he leaned in and whispered in Mika's ear, "Let me see you lose control for once, Mika."
His command was a curse injected directly into Mika's mind. For a fleeting second, panic flashed in her brown-pink eyes. Losing control was her greatest fear. It was imperfect, messy, and undignified.
It was everything she wasn't. It went against everything she had been taught.
"I can't, please don't make me do that!" Mika looked into his eyes, silently begging him to spare her. But her desire to obey him and her desire to win were stronger. "I... I will try, Master," she whispered, her serene mask slowly cracking under the pressure.
Makoto chuckled evilly: "It's not a request! It's my command!" His left hand gripped Mika's right hand, while his other hand teased her clit and her urethra. "Don't hold back! Show me how much you can let out."
His left hand gripping hers was an anchor, pinning her to this moment, while his right hand fingers were merciless, pushing her to climax with devastating precision. The pressure on her clit was relentless, but the teasing of her urethra was short-circuiting her brain.
A choked sound tore from her throat. Her body trembled and convulsed as she fought a war against itself. Her yandere obsession screamed, "Obey him," while every instinct she had screamed, "You must maintain control."
"N-no... please... Master... I can't..." Mika whimpered, her head thrashing on the futon. She was begging him to stop, begging her own body to hold on, to maintain the perfect control that was her entire identity.
But it was too late. Her dam was broken, and then it exploded.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" A piercing scream ripped from Mika. It was the sound of the perfect doll shattering into a thousand glittering pieces.
Her hips bucked violently, and a hot, gushing fountain erupted from her cunt, spraying across the futon. The juices got onto Makoto's stomach and even splashed onto Yuna's leg with a warm, shocking wetness. It was a deluge, a complete loss of control that left her drenched and broken.
Mika collapsed back onto the futon like a sobbing mess. Her body and cunt still twitched with aftershocks. Her serene mask was gone, replaced by a raw vulnerability. Tears streamed from her eyes, mixing with the sweat on her face.
Yuna, who had been seething with rage just moments ago, just stared with her mouth slightly agape. The splash of Mika's squirt on her leg was a shocking and warm reality check. "Big bro is really... something, I had never seen Mika like this, not even close." She thought.
"You did well, Mika! Here comes your reward," Makoto's cock slid back into Mika's drenched cunt, making an obscene squelch. The sensation for Mika was overwhelming: her nerves were raw, her body was spent, and now she was being filled up all over again.
Makoto didn't even need to thrust. He just buried himself to the hilt, his body pressing hers into the futon. Then he finally shot his hot, thick load, flooding Mika's womb.
Mika's back arched, and she cried out in a keening wail of bliss. Her body convulsed around his cock, squeezing every last drop of his seed from him, her own aftershocks of pleasure meeting his climax. "...Thank...for...breeding me... Master," she whispered.
Ayane was practically vibrating with pent-up energy. "Holy shit, the quiet ones really are the freakiest." She crawled forward from her waiting position until she was right beside the futon.
"Alright, my turn," she said, her voice cutting through the silence. She looked directly at Makoto, her eyes blazing with wild, undaunted fire. "I hope you saved some cum for me, Demon King. Because the Love Pillar always finishes the job."
Before she could reach, Makoto spread her legs and rammed his cock into her in a mating press position. "Well, time for us make that grandchild your parents want so much, shouldn't we?"
He pushed Ayane onto her back and pressed himself against her. Then he leaned in to suck her neck and whisper. "Do you want a boy or a girl then, Ayane?"
The question hit Ayane like a physical blow. Her confident grin faltered for a second, her eyes going wide with genuine, unguarded shock. "It was supposed to be a joke. Does he... really mean that?" Ayane thought, trying to keep her sanity despite the sensations.
"You... you wouldn't dare..." she started, but her voice cracked. The armor of shameless bravado that had served her so well was suddenly paper-thin by the weight of his words. With Makoto's cock slamming into her cunt and his hands pinning her down in the most primal breeding position, Ayane's composure was shattered entirely.
"Fuck! A girl... I want a girl, Makoto..." Ayane cried out. The admission was torn from her, a confession she had never spoken aloud. Tears sprang to her eyes. "I want to dress her up in cosplay," she sobbed, her hips bucking up to meet his with desperate, almost violent need.
"I want to teach her about Gundam and gacha games and all the stupid weeb shit my parents hate. I want her to be ours." She reached up, her hands finding his face, pulling him down into a kiss that was both messy and desperate.
"Give me a baby, Makoto," she whispered against his lips, all pretense gone. "Please! Make me a mom. I'll be a good mom, I promise."
"You degenerate! I hope she won't turn into a pervert like you," Makoto pulled back with a teasing smirk. Then he leaned in again, keeping up his rhythm while locking his lips with hers.
"No, she will," Ayane panted, breathless and delirious. "She'll be... a beautiful little degenerate... just like her mother..."
Makoto's hips maintained their brutal, relentless rhythm. The slap of skin against skin was a primal, beautiful sound. As he kept thrusting and thrusting, he could feel his climax approaching while Ayane's cunt was throbbing and clenching hard against his thick cock.
"Here it comes, Ayane." His cock throbbed hard. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he emptied himself into her with a hot, thick flood of his seed.
Ayane could feel the moment Makoto's cum hit her womb. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands fisted in his hair, her entire being focused on a single, all-consuming point: the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, filling her.
"Don't pull out, Makoto..." Ayane begged between sobs. "Give her to me, please..." She screamed, her back arching off the futon, her body a taut bowstring as her own orgasm crashed over her in a body-wracking convulsion.
She finally collapsed under him, blissfully sated. Tears of joy streamed from her eyes, carving clean paths through her smeared makeup. "...Thank you, Makoto... I love you..."
From her spot on the futon, Yuna let out a choked sob. "You... you can't just knock up the second wife and third wife first, big bro! They must wait after me..." she wailed, her voice full of childish jealousy.
But before Yuna could launch into her whole tirade, a soft, warm hand touched Makoto's shoulder. It was Mafuyu's. She was looking at Ayane's glowing form, then at the fluids leaking from her, and something primal flipped in her gentle eyes.
Her maternal instinct, usually reserved for cooking and caretaking, twisted into something heavy and demanding. "My turn next, honey!"
Makoto slumped against Ayane while breathing heavily. "Mafuyu-nee? Give me a break. I need to recover first..."
Mafuyu's hand stopped. She looked at Makoto, and then, for the first time in their entire relationship, she pouted.
It was supposed to be an adorable expression on her usually gentle face, her lower lip jutting out slightly. "You just gave Mika and Ayane a baby, honey! I want one too. Don't you want... our family to grow?"
But somehow, that cute expression sent a chill down Makoto's spine. "She really means it. She won't stop until she gets what she wants, even if I beg..." He thought.
Mafuyu didn't wait for permission. She pulled Makoto off Ayane's limp body and pushed him onto his back. "If you're tired, honey, then I will help you recover."