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Rito and Mami's Complete First Time.
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Wednesday afternoon settled over Sainan Town with a heavy, humid warmth. The sky was a brilliant, aching blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily, completely indifferent to the storm of anxiety raging inside the heart of one small elementary school girl.
Mami stood on the porch of the Yuuki household.
She had been standing there for a full minute, her hand hovering inches from the doorbell button. Her fingers were trembling so violently they looked like a blur.
She was wearing her favourite dress, a soft, pastel yellow one-piece with a white collar and puffy sleeves. It was innocent and cute. It was the kind of dress a "good girl" wore to Sunday school or a family picnic. To anyone walking by, she looked like a doll, quiet, unassuming, the kind of girl who blended into the background of a class photo.
But inside, Mami was screaming.
'I can't do it!' she thought, panic constricting her throat. 'I'm not like Sachie-chan. I can't just march in there and demand love. I'm just Nogiwa Mami. I'm the one who stands in the back, the kind who holds the bags.'
She remembered yesterday. She remembered Sachie talking about walking out of this house, limping slightly but wearing a smile that could have powered the sun. Sachie had shown her the Golden Seal, glowing proudly on her stomach. Sachie had won.
'If I run away now,' Mami told herself, clutching the strap of her bag, 'I'll be left behind forever. Mikan-chan is a wife. Sachie-chan is a wife. Even Lala-san and others... everyone is moving forward. If I don't ring this doorbell, I'll just be "Friend B" for the rest of my life.'
She squeezed her eyes shut. She thought of Rito. She thought of his scent, that unique mix of soap, ink, and musk that drove her crazy. She thought of the heat of his skin.
She jabbed the button.
Ding-Dong.
The sound echoed like a gong inside the house.
Almost immediately, footsteps approached. The door slid open.
Yuuki Mikan stood there.
She was wearing a simple apron over her casual clothes, looking every inch the young matriarch of the household. Her expression was calm, welcoming, but she carried an air of authority that made Mami want to bow.
"Welcome, Mami." Mikan said softly.
"H-H-Hi, Mikan-chan!" Mami squeaked, her voice jumping an octave. She clutched her bag to her chest like a shield. "I... I'm here... for the... appointment."
Mikan smiled. It wasn't the terrifying smile from the "Wife Test". It was a gentle, knowing smile. She stepped aside to let Mami in.
"Come in. He's waiting upstairs."
Mami stepped into the genkan, her knees knocking together. "I... I'm sorry for intruding!"
She fumbled with her shoes, nearly tripping over her own feet as she stepped up onto the wooden floor. She was shaking so hard her teeth were almost chattering.
Mikan watched her, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Mami." Mikan said.
Mami froze. "Y-Yes?"
Mikan walked over and placed her hands on Mami's shoulders. Her touch was firm, grounding.
"You're shaking like a leaf." Mikan observed quietly.
"I... I'm scared," Mami admitted, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "What if... what if I'm boring? Sachie-chan is fun and bold. You're mature and pretty. Lala-san is an alien princess. I'm just... me. What if onii-san gets bored halfway through? What if he can't... you know... stay excited for someone like me?"
Mikan's eyes softened. She crouched down slightly to look Mami in the eye.
"Rito isn't like that," Mikan said firmly. "You know that. He doesn't care about 'bold' or 'flashy'. He cares about who you are."
She brushed a strand of hair behind Mami's ear.
"And besides... I know you, Mami. You aren't boring. You're quiet, but you have a lot hiding inside, don't you?"
Mami's face flushed a deep crimson, and she looked down at her feet.
"Don't hide anything today," Mikan whispered, her voice like a secret pact. "Don't try to be 'good girl Mami'. Show him the Mami who clung to him at the sleepover. Show him the Mami who wouldn't let go of his leg the previous day."
Mikan squeezed her shoulders.
"Rito will love the real you. Even the parts you think are weird. Especially those parts."
Mami looked up. Mikan's brown gold eyes were steady and encouraging.
"Go get him," Mikan said, giving her a gentle push toward the stairs. "And Mami? The bathroom is right there if you need to... prepare."
Mami blinked. She looked at the bathroom door, then back at Mikan. Mikan winked.
Mami nodded, a sudden, fierce resolve hardening her trembling features.
"Thank you, Mikan-chan." she whispered.
She walked to the bathroom and closed the door.
Inside the small, tiled room, Mami looked at herself in the mirror. A girl in a yellow dress stared back. She looked sweet. She looked innocent.
'That's not who I am today,' Mami thought. 'Today, I'm not the background character.'
She reached under her dress. Her hands found the waistband of her panties, plain white cotton with a small ribbon.
She pulled them down.
She folded them neatly and put them in her bag.
She smoothed her dress back down. From the outside, nothing had changed. She still looked like the perfect elementary school student. But underneath the pastel yellow fabric, she was bare. Exposed and ready.
It was a secret just for him. A daring, "bad girl" move that made her heart hammer against her ribs with a thrill that chased away the fear.
Mami opened the bathroom door and walked to the stairs.
She climbed up, step by step. The air grew warmer as she ascended.
She could smell him already, that faint, comforting scent of the house that was infused with his presence.
She reached his bedroom door.
Knock. Knock.
"Onii-san?" Mami called out, her voice trembling, but this time with anticipation. "It's Mami."
"Come in," Rito's voice answered from inside.
Mami took a deep breath. She felt the cool air brush against her bare skin under her dress.
'Here I go.'
She slid the door open.
…
The door slid shut behind Mami, sealing her in the warm, quiet sanctuary of Rito's bedroom.
Rito was sitting on the edge of his bed, just as he had been for Sachie. He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt and shorts, looking every bit the casual older brother. But when he looked up, his eyes weren't casual. They were amber, intense, and filled with a gentle patience that made Mami's knees weak.
"Hi, Mami-chan," Rito said softly.
"H-Hi... Onii-san," Mami whispered, clutching her bag to her chest. She stayed near the door, suddenly unsure of how to move. Without her panties, the air in the room felt like it was touching her directly, caressing her skin in secret places.
Rito patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come sit. You look like you're about to faint."
Mami nodded jerkily. She walked over on stiff legs, careful to keep her knees together, terrified that the hem of her dress might flutter up and reveal her secret too soon. She sat down next to him, leaving a polite six inches of space between them.
Rito watched her. He saw the way she was twisting her fingers together, the way her gaze darted around the room, avoiding his face. He remembered Mikan's advice from earlier: Be gentle with her. She's not like Sachie.
"You know," Rito started, leaning back on his hands. "You don't have to force yourself, Mami-chan. If you're scared..."
"I'm not scared!" Mami blurted out, surprising herself. She looked up, her face flushing. "I mean... I am scared. But not of you. I'm scared of... me."
Rito tilted his head. "Of you?"
Mami bit her lip and looked down at her hands.
"I'm boring," she whispered. "Mikan-chan is cool and smart. Sachie-chan is funny and brave. Lala-san is amazing, and I'm sure that onii-san's other wives also have their own qualities. But me? I'm just... Mami. I'm the girl who stands in the back, the girl whom people forget."
She clenched her fists in her lap.
"Even at school... sometimes the teacher marks me absent even when I'm sitting right there. When we play tag, people forget to chase me. I feel like... like a background character in someone else's story."
Rito frowned. "Mami-chan..."
"But then came the sleepover," Mami continued, her voice trembling. "Sachie-chan started doing... perverted things. And I followed her. Not because I wanted to be bad or blindly follow her. But because... when I touched you... when I did those things to you..."
She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes.
"You looked at me. You said my name. You gasped because of me. For the first time, I felt like I was the main character. I felt seen."
She took a shaky breath.
"That's why I act like that," she confessed, shame colouring her cheeks a deep red. "That's why I licked you. That's why I grabbed you the other day. Because when I'm being 'bad'... you can't ignore me. You have to look at me."
Rito felt a pang in his chest. He hadn't realized that there was so much behind her actions. He had thought she was just following Sachie's lead, a quiet accomplice. He hadn't seen the desperation behind her actions, the quiet, burning need to be acknowledged.
He reached out and took her hand. His large, warm palm enveloped her small, trembling fingers.
"I never ignored you, Mami-chan. Even if you don't do erotic stuff, I won't ignore you." Rito said gently.
Mami sniffled. "You won't?"
He moved closer, sliding into the empty space between them until their thighs touched.
"You aren't invisible, Mami-chan. Mikan talks about you all the time. She says you're the only one who really listens to her."
He lifted her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
"You're the girl who can make me feel calm. And... you're also the girl who can drive me crazy when she gets bold."
Mami's breath hitched. "I... I drive you crazy?"
"Yeah," Rito admitted, his honest side bleeding through, tinting his cheeks pink. "When you touched me... when you get in that zone of yours... I can't think about anyone else, but just you."
Mami stared at him. The words sank into her heart, filling the empty, invisible places with a warm, golden light. He saw her, he remembered her, and he wanted her.
The fear evaporated, followed by the vanishing shame. In its place, a new feeling surged, a fierce, overwhelming desire to be even closer. To be so close he could never, ever forget her.
"Onii-san..." Mami whispered.
She leaned forward. Her free hand moved to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart.
"I want you to see all of me," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that belied her innocent appearance. "I don't want to be calm right now. I want to be crazy."
She stood up. Her hands went to the hem of her yellow dress.
"Mikan-chan told me not to hide anything," Mami said, looking him in the eye. "So, I won't."
She pulled the dress up and over her head in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor.
Rito's eyes widened.
She stood before him, her skin pale and perfect in the afternoon light. She wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't really need one yet, but she wasn't wearing panties either.
She was completely bare.
"See?" Mami whispered, spreading her arms, presenting herself to him. "No secrets, no hiding. It's just me."
Rito stared at her. His blood surged, his dick woke up instantly in his shorts. But more than lust, he felt a deep, protective awe.
"Mami-chan..." Rito breathed. "You're beautiful."
Mami smiled, a shy, radiant, and incredibly seductive smile.
"Make me yours, onii-san," she begged, climbing onto his lap. "Fill me up so I can never be empty again."
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The room was silent, suspended in the amber glow of the late afternoon sun. The air conditioner hummed a low, steady drone, but it did nothing to dispel the thick, humid heat that had gathered between the two figures in the center of the room.
Mami stood naked before Rito. Her small hands trembled at her sides, her chest heaving with every shallow, ragged breath. Her skin was pale and flawless, glowing softly in the dim light like fine porcelain. Without her yellow dress, she looked impossibly small, a fragile doll that had stepped out of its box.
But in her eyes, there was no fragility. The pupils were dilated, swallowing the iris until her eyes were almost entirely black pools of hunger. It was a look of starvation. A look that said she had been waiting her entire life for this single moment of validation.
Rito stood up slowly from the bed. He didn't say a word; the air was too heavy for casual speech. He reached for the hem of his grey t-shirt and pulled it over his head, the fabric making a soft swish as it slid off his skin. He tossed it onto the floor next to her discarded dress.
Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down.
The heavy grey fabric pooled around his ankles.
His cock sprang free.
It didn't just hang; it surged, released from the confinement of the fabric. It was heavy, imposing, a thick pillar of dark pink flesh that twitched in the cool air of the room. The broad, mushroom-shaped head glistened with moisture, the slit already weeping a clear bead of pre-cum that caught the light like a diamond. The thick vein running along the underside pulsed visibly, a second heartbeat that demanded attention.
Mami let out a soft, broken sound, half whimper, half gasp. Her knees buckled slightly, but she didn't fall. Her gaze snapped to his groin instantly, her eyes widening as if she were trying to memorize every contour, every vein, every ridge.
"It's... awake," she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. "It's so big... bigger than I remembered."
"It's happy to see you," Rito said, his voice dropping to a low, husky rumble. He stepped closer, the distance between them closing until he could smell the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo. "Right now... it's only looking at you, Mami."
He reached out and cupped her cheek. His large hand almost covered the entire side of her face. His thumb brushed over her trembling lower lip, feeling the moisture there.
"Mami," he whispered, tilting her head up so she had to look at him. "Can I kiss you?"
Mami nodded frantically, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Please... kiss me. Don't leave any part of me untouched."
Rito leaned down. He didn't rush. He wanted this to be different from the chaotic, stolen moments of the sleepover. He wanted this to be deliberate. He tilted his head, bringing his lips to hers with agonizing slowness, letting their breath mingle in the space between them, his minty and hot, hers sweet and hitching.
Their lips met.
At first, it was gentle. A soft press of warmth, a testing of boundaries. Rito kissed her with a tenderness that made Mami's heart stutter. But then Rito parted his lips, deepening the contact, and whatever restraint Mami had been holding onto snapped like a dry twig in a storm.
"Nnnngh!"
She threw her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes, pulling him down with surprising strength. She crushed her mouth against his, desperate and starving. Her tongue darted out, clumsy but fervent, forcing its way past his lips to seek his.
She tasted him.
She tasted the mint of his toothpaste, the faint bitterness of the barley tea he'd drunk earlier, and underneath it all, the unique, intoxicating flavor that was just Rito. It was a taste she had dreamed about, a taste she had only sampled briefly before. Now, she drank it in.
It was the switch. The "shy girl" who faded into the background vanished completely. The "obsessive pervert" took over.
She kissed him violently, sucking on his tongue, biting his lower lip, making wet, needy sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
Chu. Mmph. Schlop.
She devoured him, trying to merge their breaths into one.
"Onii-san... onii-san..." she moaned into his mouth, the name tasting like sugar on her tongue. "More... give me more... I want everything..."
She pulled back, gasping for air, a silver thread of saliva connecting their lips before breaking and landing on her chin. She didn't wipe it away. She didn't let him go. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose pressing deep into his skin, inhaling as if his scent was the only oxygen in the room.
"Smell..." she mumbled, her voice thick and hazy. Her nose dragged along his collarbone, sniffing loudly, shamelessly. "You smell really good. And the sweat..."
She licked his neck. A long, flat stripe of a lick, her tongue savoring the salt on his skin.
"Salty..." she shivered, her eyes rolling back slightly in ecstasy. "But it's delicious."
Rito groaned, his hands settling on her small waist, his thumbs pressing into her soft skin. The sensation of her wet, hot tongue on his neck was sending electric shocks down his spine. "Mami... that tickles... you're really enthusiastic..."
"I want to taste everything," Mami declared, pulling back to look at him. Her eyes were swirling with a dark, heavy lust. "I don't want to miss a single spot. I want to know what you taste like everywhere."
She dropped to her knees.
She neither hesitated nor did she look up for approval. She went straight for what she craved, moving with a singular, predatory focus.
Her hands grabbed his thighs, her small fingers digging into the firm muscle, anchoring herself. She buried her face in his crotch, right at the base of his erection, where the scent of his musk was strongest, concentrated and heavy. She inhaled like she was drowning, filling her lungs with his essence.
"Haaah..." she breathed out, her breath hot and humid against his sensitive skin. "It's concentrated here, onii-san... it's so strong here..."
She opened her mouth and licked the base of his shaft.
Schlick.
"Mami-chan!" Rito gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily at the wet, rough contact.
She ignored him. She was on a mission. She licked her way up the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, her tongue flattening to cover as much surface area as possible. She tasted the musk, the salt, the faint metallic tang of his arousal. She treated his member not like a body part, but like a meal she had been denied for too long.
When she reached the head, she didn't take it in immediately. She paused, admiring the purple sheen of the glans. She circled the rim with the tip of her tongue, teasing the slit where the pre-cum was leaking.
A fresh bead oozed out, clear and viscous.
Mami's eyes lit up like a child seeing candy.
"Syrup," she whispered reverently.
She swiped it up with a quick flick of her tongue.
Slurp.
"Sweet..." she moaned, a full-body shudder racking her small frame. "It's so sweet... it tastes like vanilla..."
She opened her mouth wide and took him in.
Since she was smaller than Sachie, she couldn't take much. She managed the head and maybe an inch of the shaft, her cheeks hollowing instantly as she sucked.
Gluck-Gluck-Gluck.
She hummed against him, a low, vibrating sound that traveled straight down Rito's shaft and into his spine. She bobbed her head, her hands working the rest of the shaft that didn't fit in her mouth, pumping him in a rhythm that matched her suction. Her saliva coated him, making the skin glisten.
But Mami wasn't satisfied with just the cock. She wanted all of him. She wanted to map every inch of his lower body with her tongue.
She pulled off with a wet, resounding pop.
"Balls," she whispered, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
She lowered her head. She cupped his heavy sack in her hands, lifting the weight of it as if it were precious metal. The skin was warm, wrinkled, and heavy. She kissed it reverently. Then, she began to lick. Broad, wet strokes, coating his testicles in saliva. She sucked one completely into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue like a jawbreaker, savoring the texture, the heat, the intense scent of musk that radiated from them.
"Onii-san's eggs..." she mumbled around the mouthful, the vibration of her voice tickling him. "So heavy... so full... they're full of babies..."
Rito's knees were shaking violently. He had to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling over. "Mami... that's... ahhh...! You're sucking too hard!"
She released his ball with a wet squelch and moved lower.
She crawled around him, moving on her hands and knees until she was behind him.
"Mami?" Rito asked, confused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Wait, are you—"
"Everything," Mami replied, her voice muffled. "I want to taste everything."
She parted his legs, pushing his feet wider apart. She leaned in, burying her face between his glutes.
And she licked his perineum.
Rito yelped, his back arching so hard it cracked. "H-Hey! Mami! That's...! You can't lick there!"
She didn't stop. She pressed her face into his ass, her tongue exploring the rim, daring and filthy and completely at odds with her yellow dress personality. She rimmed him, tasting the deepest, most forbidden musk of his body, groaning with satisfaction as the scent enveloped her completely. She was marking him. She was claiming the parts of him that no one else saw, no one else touched.
"Mine..." she mumbled against his skin, her hot breath fanning over him. "All mine... tastes so good..."
It was overwhelming. The wet sounds, the heat of her breath in places no one usually touched, the sheer worship in her actions... Rito felt his control snapping. He was loving it, but the physical stimulation was pushing him to the brink before they had even really started.
"Mami, stop!" Rito gasped, reaching down to pull her up by her arms. "If you keep doing that... I'm going to explode right now! And we haven't even done the Seal yet!"
Mami looked up at him as he pulled her to her feet. Her face was a mess, shiny with saliva, streaked with pre-cum, her lips swollen and red. She looked disappointed, like a puppy pulled away from its favorite treat.
"But I want to taste more..." she whined.
"I know," Rito said, his voice rough and guttural. He lifted her up effortlessly, her light body feeling like nothing in his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the fresh sheets. "But the Seal... we need to do the rest. I need to be inside you."
Mami lay back, her legs falling open naturally. She looked small on the bed. Her skin was pale against the dark sheets, her body slight and undeveloped compared to the other girls in the harem. She looked innocent, but her pose was inviting, desperate.
Rito knelt between her legs. The visual contrast was staggering. The 9-inch mini-king, fully engorged and dripping, hovered over her small, pink entrance like a battering ram at the gates of a dollhouse.
Mami looked at it. She didn't look scared, rather, she looked hungry.
She reached out a hand, her fingers brushing the tip.
"Fill me," she begged, her voice cracking. She reached up to grab his biceps, anchoring herself. "Make me full. Make me heavy. I want to feel you stretching me until I can't think."
Rito positioned himself. He pressed the broad head of his cock against her slit. It was slick from her own excitement, but the size difference was undeniable.
It was tight. Incredibly tight. Even tighter than Sachie.
"Mami... this is going to hurt," Rito warned, sweat dripping from his nose onto her chest. "You're... really small. I don't want to tear you."
"I don't care!" Mami cried, wrapping her legs around his waist as best she could, locking her ankles together. "Just put it in! I want to feel you stretching me! I want to feel you erasing the empty space inside me! Make me know I'm here!"
Rito nodded and pushed.
Shluck.
Just the tip entered. The ring of muscle stretched taut, resisting the intrusion.
Mami screamed into his mouth, a muffled sound of pain and shock. Her back arched off the mattress, her toes curling. Her internal muscles clamped down on him like a vice, hot and unyielding.
"Haaah...!" Rito pulled back slightly, waiting for her to adjust, then pushed again.
It was a slow, grueling invasion. Rito had to use all his strength to hold back, to slide in millimeters at a time, letting her body adjust to his mass. He could feel every ridge of her interior, every flutter of her pulse.
Mami was sobbing. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat. But she wasn't pushing him away, she was pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back, leaving red crescents on his skin.
"More..." she sobbed, her hips bucking up to meet him, trying to take more than she could handle. "It hurts... but it feels so good... deeper... onii-san... deeper!"
He pushed past the resistance. The widest part of the head slipped through.
Squelch.
He sank to the hilt.
"AHHHH!" Mami's head thrashed from side to side, her hair fanning out like a halo.
Her stomach distended. The bulge was prominent, a visible mound rising just below her navel as Rito filled every millimeter of her available space. The sheer volume of him pressed against her organs, rearranging her insides, claiming her completely.
Rito held still, letting her adjust. He was buried so deep he felt like he was touching her soul. The heat was incredible. Her walls were squeezing him, pulsing around him, milking him without him even moving. He felt her heartbeat against his cock.
"Mami..." Rito whispered, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. "I'm inside. All the way."
Mami opened her eyes. They were hazy, unfocused, swirling with a mix of pain and ecstasy. She looked down at her stomach and saw the bulge where he rested inside her.
"Full..." she whispered brokenly, a look of pure wonder crossing her face. "I'm full... I'm not empty... I'm not invisible..."
She looked at Rito, a wobbly, beautiful smile breaking through her tears.
"You're inside me. I can feel you everywhere."
"I'm here," Rito promised, kissing her forehead, her nose, her eyelids. "I'm not going anywhere."
He began to move.
He couldn't thrust fast. There was too much friction, too much size. He had to grind. He pulled out slowly, the suction making a wet schloop sound that made Mami shiver, then pressed back in, heavy and deep.
Thwump. Thwump.
"Yes... ah... yes!" Mami moaned, her head tossing back. "That... that feeling... it's so heavy! It's rubbing everything!"
She reached down, her hands finding the place where they were joined. She touched his base, then her own stretched entrance, feeling the way her skin was pulled taut around him.
"Tastes..." she gasped, her eyes snapping back to his. "I want... to taste..."
She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking the juices that were leaking from their union, a mix of her arousal, his pre-cum, and the sheer wetness of the act. "Onii-san... inside... outside... everywhere..."
Rito groaned. The sight of her tasting their combined fluids, the visual of her small body wrapped around his, was the final straw for his restraint.
"Mami... you're amazing... you're so tight..."
He picked up the pace, just a fraction.
Thwap-Thwap-Thwap.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, a steady, carnal drumbeat. Mami's cries grew louder, turning into a continuous, high-pitched keening. She was unraveling. The shy girl was gone, replaced by a girl drowning in sensation.
"I'm breaking!" Mami screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her tongue lolled out in a classic expression of pure sensory overload — ahegao. She looked ruined, and she looked perfect in it. "Onii-san! Onii-san! So big! So deep! I love it! Ruin me! Make me yours!"
"I am!" Rito gritted out, his hips slamming into her with finality. "You're mine from now on, Mami!"
"YES! FILL ME!"
Rito slammed home one last time, grounding his hips against hers, crushing her into the mattress.
The momentum peaked and the dam broke.
Rito roared, his body seizing as he released.
SPLURT.
It was a torrent. Thick, hot ropes of seed fired deep into her, flooding her womb, expanding her even further.
"NGGGGHHHAAAAA!" Mami wailed, her body bowing off the bed, her toes curling so hard they cramped.
And then, the magic answered.
On her lower abdomen, right over the bulge of Rito's climax, a light ignited.
It started as a deep, steady thrum, then bloomed into a solid, unwavering radiance. The Sixth Golden Heart Seal etched itself onto her skin. It was a perfect golden heart, pulsing with a heavy, permanent light, a reflection of her deep, quiet obsession.
The light shone through her skin, illuminating the room with the proof of her existence. She wasn't invisible anymore. She was glowing.
Rito collapsed forward, holding her tight, burying his face in her shoulder.
Mami lay there, twitching, completely overwhelmed. Her mind was blank, whiteed out by pleasure and the feeling of being absolutely full.
Minutes passed.
Slowly, Rito rolled off, pulling her into his side.
Mami immediately scrambled closer. She didn't look at the Seal yet. She clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a koala. She buried her face in his chest, then moved lower, pressing her face against his stomach, inhaling the scent of him.
"It's real," she whispered into his skin. "I have a Seal. I'm a wife."
Rito stroked her hair, his hand trembling slightly. "Yeah. You are."
Mami looked up. Her face was still messy, her eyes still slightly crossed from the pleasure, but she looked happier than Rito had ever seen her.
"I'm never washing this scent off," she declared.
…
The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long, orange rectangles of light across the floor of Rito's bedroom. The air conditioner continued its steady hum, cooling the sweat on their skin, but Mami made no move to cover herself.
She lay draped over Rito's chest, her small body rising and falling with his breathing. Her legs were tangled with his, her cheek pressed firmly against his sternum, right over his heart.
She wasn't asleep. She was focusing.
She was focusing on the heavy, warm feeling in her lower belly, the physical presence of Rito's seed filling her womb. She was focusing on the scent that enveloped her, the musk, the salt, the unique fragrance of the boy she loved. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel like she was fading into the background.
Rito's hand moved idly up and down her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine.
"Mami-chan?" Rito whispered, his voice rumbling in his chest against her ear. "Are you okay? I... I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Mami shook her head, nuzzling deeper into his skin. "No. You didn't hurt me. You filled me."
She pushed herself up slowly. Her arms trembled, her muscles exhausted from the intensity of the act. She sat back on her heels, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness between her legs.
She looked down at her stomach.
There, glowing with a deep, steady, rhythmic light, was the Golden Heart Seal.
It wasn't flashy like Lala's, nor sharp like Sachie's. It pulsed with a slow, heavy beat, like a second heart that had been waiting to wake up. The golden outline was stark against her pale skin, the floral pattern within swirling lazily.
Mami reached out and touched it. It was warm.
"It's there," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again. "It didn't disappear."
"It won't disappear," Rito said softly, propping himself up on his elbows. He looked at her with a gentle, affectionate gaze. "It's permanent, Mami. You're part of the family now. You're my wife."
"Wife..." Mami tasted the word.
She looked at Rito. "Onii-san... can I... not wash up?"
Rito blinked, blushing slightly. "Huh? But... you're sticky. And... inside..."
"I want to keep it," Mami said, her eyes darkening with that obsessive gleam again. "I want to keep your scent. I want to feel you dripping out of me on the walk home. I want to know you're there."
Rito covered his face with one hand, groaning. "Mami... you really are..."
"Dangerous?" she supplied, a shy smile curling her lips.
"Cute," Rito corrected, peering through his fingers. "You're really cute."
Mami beamed. She leaned forward and pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips. "Thank you, onii-san. Thank you for seeing me."
...
Ten minutes later, Mami stumbled out of the Yuuki household.
She was wearing her yellow dress again. Her hair was slightly messy, and her legs were wobbling so badly she looked like a newborn fawn. She clutched her bag to her chest, the bag that contained her unused panties. She wasn't wearing them. She wanted zero barriers between her and the aftermath.
She walked down the street, every step sending a jolt of sensation through her sensitized body. She could feel the fluids shifting inside her. It was a secret weight that made her want to giggle hysterically.
She reached the small park at the end of the block.
Sitting on the swing, kicking the sand impatiently, was Sachie.
Sachie looked up as Mami approached. She jumped off the swing, her eyes scanning Mami from head to toe. She saw the wobbly legs, the flush on Mami's neck, and the dreamy, unfocused look in her eyes.
"Mami-chan!" Sachie ran over, grabbing Mami's shoulders to steady her. "You... you look wrecked."
Mami smiled, a slow, hazy, victorious smile.
"I did it, Sachie-chan."
"Did you get it?" Sachie demanded, her voice hushed. "The Seal?"
Mami nodded. She looked around to make sure the park was empty. Then, she lifted the hem of her yellow dress.
The Golden Seal glowed in the twilight, its deep pulse answering the brighter, energetic pulse of the Golden Seal that Sachie immediately revealed on her own stomach.
The two golden hearts shone together, illuminating the space between the two friends.
"We did it," Sachie breathed, reaching out to touch Mami's seal while Mami touched hers. "We actually did it. We're wives."
"We aren't background characters anymore," Mami whispered. "We're main heroines."
Sachie grinned, linking her arm with Mami's. "Mikan-chan can't be so smug now that we also have the Seal."
"She helped me," Mami said softly. "She told me not to hide. We have to thank her."
"Yeah," Sachie agreed. "But first... we need to celebrate. The Elementary Wives Alliance is officially formed!"
Mami giggled. "The Elementary Wives Alliance..."
She squeezed Sachie's arm, leaning her weight against her friend as they began the walk home.
"Hey, Sachie-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"Rito-nii... tasted amazing."
Sachie laughed, a bright sound that echoed in the quiet street. "I know, right? Just wait until we get to do it together."
The two girls walked into the sunset, their stomachs glowing, their hearts full, and their futures irrevocably tied to the Harem King.
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