The dining room of the Yuuki household was a symphony of morning domesticity. Sunlight streamed through the sliding glass doors, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The smell was incredible, a rich, savoury blend of Mikan's signature miso soup, perfectly grilled salted salmon, and the sweet, buttery aroma of freshly toasted bread that Lala insisted on eating every morning.
Rito sat at the head of the table, his chopsticks hovering over his rice bowl. He was dressed in his Sainan High uniform, though his top button was undone, a small rebellion against the heat and the lingering exhaustion from his morning "check-up" with Mikan and Lala. His body felt heavy, pleasantly drained, humming with the low-frequency energy of the Darkness he had absorbed days ago.
Around him, his "family" was in full swing.
To his right sat Mikan, looking smug and radiant as she poured tea from a ceramic pot. Her movements were precise, elegant, the "Head Wife" in her element. Every time she looked at Rito, her eyes softened, a secret smile playing on her lips that made Rito's heart skip a beat.
To his left was Lala, happily munching on a piece of charred toast she had "enhanced" with a laser toaster invention that looked suspiciously like a ray gun. Crumbs dusted her uniform, and her tail swished back and forth behind her chair like a metronome set to a manic tempo.
Further down the table sat Haruna, looking polite and shy, eating her rice with small, delicate bites. She caught Rito's eye and blushed, quickly looking down at her bowl, but Rito saw her hand drift to her stomach, pressing against the fabric where her Seal lay hidden.
Run was sitting next to her, checking her social media on a holographic tablet while eating a cup of yogurt. "Ugh, another interview request." she sighed, flicking her hair. "Being an idol is so much work! Rito-kun, you have to give me a massage later!"
At the far end of the table, isolated by a small buffer of empty chairs, sat Yami.
She was eating a plate of taiyaki-shaped pancakes Mikan had made specifically for her. She ate methodically, taking small, precise bites, savouring the flavour with her eyes closed. She looked small in the large chair, her black gothic dress stark against the wood, but she didn't look hostile or agitated like the previous day. She looked... content.
"Is the food okay, Yami-chan?" Rito asked, his voice warm.
Yami looked up, a small crumb of pancake sticking to her cheek. She blinked, her red eyes devoid of their usual killing intent. "It is... acceptable. The sugar content is high. It provides adequate caloric intake for combat operations."
"That means she loves it!" Lala translated cheerfully, reaching over to wipe the crumb from Yami's cheek. Yami flinched but didn't pull away.
"I did not say that." Yami muttered, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks as she looked away. "However... the texture is pleasing."
Rito smiled. It was peaceful, and it was everything he had fought for.
But then, he felt a tickle.
It started at his ankle, a soft, brushing sensation like a feather or a stray cat. He shifted his foot, thinking it was Celine or maybe Lala's tail wandering again.
The tickle moved up, and became a grip.
Small, warm fingers wrapped around his calf, squeezing gently through his sock.
Rito froze, his chopstick pausing halfway to his mouth. A cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.
He looked around. There were no chairs next to Haruna.
Sachie and Mami were missing.
"Where are Sachie-chan and Mami-chan?" Run asked, looking around the room as if reading Rito's mind. "Didn't they stay over last night? I thought I heard them giggling in the bath."
"They're... around." Mikan said, sipping her tea with a suspicious, serene calmness. She glanced at Rito over the rim of her cup, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous, terrifying light. "They said they wanted to play 'Hide and Seek'. They're very good at hiding."
Rito felt a second hand slide up his other leg.
It was Mami. He knew the touch, shy, tentative, but firm.
Beneath the heavy, hanging tablecloth of the large dining table, a secret world existed. A dark, private cave hidden in plain sight. And right now, it was occupied by two predators.
…
Under the table, the air was cool and smelled of floor wax and Rito's shoes.
"Target located." Sachie whispered, her voice barely a breath. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom, locking onto the prize in front of her.
Rito's legs were spread comfortably wide under the table. His school trousers were like dark fabric pillars in the dim light.
"He's warm." Mami whispered back, hugging his right calf. She pressed her cheek against his shin, inhaling the scent of his laundry detergent and the faint musk of his skin. "Let's say good morning properly."
They moved in.
Sachie crawled forward on her hands and knees. She reached up, her hands finding the inside of his thigh. She squeezed the muscle, feeling it tense under her touch.
"Onii-san is nervous." she giggled silently.
Above the table, Rito choked on his toast. "Guh!"
"Rito-kun?" Haruna asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"F-Fine!" Rito squeaked, grabbing his glass of water and downing half of it in one gulp. His face was turning red. "Just... went down the wrong pipe! Dry toast!"
"Here, have some jam!" Lala offered, passing a jar of glowing purple substance. "It's space-berry!"
"Thanks." Rito wheezed.
Below, the girls were climbing.
Mami reached up. Her small hands found the zipper of his trousers.
Zzzzzzip.
The sound was faint, masked by the scraping of Lala's chair against the floorboards, but to Rito, it sounded like a chainsaw ripping through the silence. The cool air hit his boxers.
"Oh god…" Rito whispered under his breath.
"Did you say something?" Yami asked, her assassin hearing picking up the mutter.
"N-No! Just... praying! For... good concentration! Many classes today!" Rito lied frantically, sweat beading on his forehead.
Mami pulled his waistband down.
His 9-inch King, already semi-hard from the general atmosphere and the lingering hormones of the morning, sprang free into the cool air under the table. It bobbed once, heavy and thick, before settling against his thigh.
"It's here." Mami whispered reverently.
She stared at it. In the shadows under the table, it looked massive, a pale, vein-wrapped monolith. The head was broad and flared, glistening with a fresh bead of fluid.
"Now, let's begin with our... breakfast." Sachie noted, sniffing the air.
Mami didn't wait. She leaned forward and licked the tip.
Schlorp.
Rito's eyes bulged. He gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood creaked under his fingers. A jolt of electric pleasure shot up his spine, nearly making him jump out of his chair.
"Hngh!"
"Rito?" Run asked, looking up from her phone. "You look like you're in pain. Is it your stomach?"
"Leg cramp!" Rito lied, his voice high and strained. "Just a really bad leg cramp! I need to... stretch!"
He tried to push his chair back, but Mikan kicked his shin under the table, gently, but firmly. 'Stay put.'
Under the table, Sachie joined in. She took the balls. She cupped them in her small hands, weighing them, massaging the wrinkled skin gently.
"So heavy." she whispered, awestruck. "They're full again."
Mami opened her mouth. She took the head of his cock in.
Gluck.
She bobbed her head. Since she was under the table, she had limited space, so she had to angle herself awkwardly, twisting her neck. Her cheek pressed against his inner thigh, her soft hair tickling his skin.
Slurp-Slurp-Gluck.
The sensation was maddening. Her mouth was hot, wet, and incredibly tight. She sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge, teasing the slit.
Rito bit his tongue to keep from moaning. He stared straight ahead at Yami, trying to focus on anything else.
"So, Haruna-chan," Lala said brightly, oblivious. "Did you finish the homework? Peke said the history assignment was tricky!"
"Y-Yes," Haruna said, nodding. "It was about the Edo period. I can lend you my notes if you want, Lala-san."
"Mmm-hmm," Rito hummed, trying to sound normal while Mami's tongue swirled around his frenulum. "History... is... important..."
Mami sucked harder. She used her hand to pump the shaft while her mouth worked the head.
Schlick-Schlick-Schlick.
The wet sounds were getting louder.
Squish. Slurp. Pop.
"Do you hear that?" Yami asked, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her ear twitched. "It sounds like... a wet animal. Is there a dog… under the table?"
Rito's heart stopped.
"It's probably a wild cat that come sometimes!" Mikan interjected quickly, saving him with a terrifyingly calm smile. "It's... eating a melon under there. It likes to hide when eating."
"Ah," Yami nodded, accepting the lie. "So that's it."
Rito looked at Mikan with gratitude and terror. Mikan just winked at him and took a bite of her egg, enjoying the show.
Below, Sachie switched targets. She moved to his perineum. She licked.
Lick... lick...
"GAH!" Rito slammed his knee into the table leg. The table shook, rattling the silverware.
"Rito-kun?!" Haruna stood up, alarmed. "Are you really okay? You're sweating so much!"
"I'm fine!" Rito shouted, sweat pouring down his face like rain. "Just... really enthusiastic about history! Edo period! Shoguns! Yeah!"
Mami was relentless. She was deep-throating him as best she could in the cramped space, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat.
Glurk-Glurk-Glurk.
The vibration of her throat massaging him was too much. The heat, the taboo of the public setting, the fear of Yami looking under the tablecloth... it was all building toward an inevitable explosion.
Rito felt the pressure rising. It wasn't a wave; it was a tsunami.
"I... I think I need to go to the bathroom." Rito gasped, trying to stand up again.
Sachie grabbed his ankles, locking him to the chair. "No escape," she whispered, her voice dark with lust. "Feed us."
Mami sucked harder, vibrating her lips against his shaft, humming a low note that resonated in his balls.
'I'm... I'm gonna...!'
He couldn't hold it. His hips bucked upward, slamming into the bottom of the table.
He grabbed the tablecloth, bunching it in his fists, his knuckles white.
"Finish your breakfast, Rito." Mikan commanded softly, buttering her toast.
"I am!" Rito cried out, his voice cracking.
SPLURT.
He exploded under the table.
Thick, hot ropes of seed fired into Mami's mouth with the force of a high-pressure hose.
Gulp.
Mami swallowed frantically, trying to catch it all, but the volume was staggering. It overflowed, filling her cheeks, spilling past her lips.
SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT.
It coated her chin. It dripped down her neck. It splattered onto Sachie's hands where she was holding his balls.
Gulp... gulp... cough...
Rito slumped in his chair, his soul leaving his body. His head fell back, his eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling fixture, utterly drained.
Under the table, Mami licked her lips, cleaning the mess from her face.
"Tasty..." she whispered, her eyes glowing in the dark. "So much..."
Sachie wiped her hand on his thigh, rubbing the fluid into his skin like lotion. "Good job, Onii-san. That was a lot."
They crawled away, sneaking out the other side of the table while everyone was distracted by Lala showing off the "Toast-Enhancer-Ray".
Rito sat there, panting, his trousers unzipped, his boxers soaked, his mind blank.
"Breakfast was delicious, wasn't it?" Mikan said, standing up and collecting his empty plate. She leaned in close to his ear as she took it.
"Go clean yourself up." she whispered. "Before Yami-chan smells it."
Rito nodded weakly, unable to stand. "Yeah, right."
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