Later that night.
Yamada lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't doing anything. Just resting. Thinking.
A soft knock came at the door.
He opened the door, once he did he saw them.
Yuna, Nina, and Shinomiya Natsu stood there wearing only thin nightgowns. The sheer fabric clearly showed their bras and panties underneath. Their hair was loose, eyes soft with anticipation.
Yuna spoke first, cheeks pink.
"Yamada-kun… can we come in?"
He stepped aside.
The three girls entered. The door clicked shut.
Nina was the first to act. She pushed him against the door and kissed him hard, tongue sliding into his mouth. Her hands roamed down his chest.
Yuna pressed against his side, kissing his neck softly, her breath warm.
Natsu hesitated only a second before joining, kissing his shoulder while her hands explored his back.
Clothes came off fast. Nightgowns dropped to the floor. Bras and panties followed.
Yamada laid them on the large bed.
He started with Yuna.
He kissed her deeply while his fingers slid between her legs. She was already soaked. He rubbed her clit in slow circles until she was whimpering into his mouth.
Then he pushed inside her. Slow at first. Deep.
Yuna's eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as he filled her completely.
"Ah… Yamada-kun… so big…"
He started thrusting. Steady. Deep. Yuna's breasts bounced with every thrust. Her face quickly melted into pleasure — eyes half-rolled, tongue slightly out, that classic ahegao expression forming as she lost control.
"More… please… harder…"
He gave it to her. Faster. Deeper.
Yuna came hard. Body shaking. Loud moan. Her pussy clenched around him tightly.
Next was Nina.
She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She sank down onto his cock with a groan, taking every inch.
"Fuck… yes…"
She rode him hard. Hips rolling. Breasts bouncing wildly. Her face twisted into pure lust — eyes crossed, tongue hanging out, drooling slightly as she chased her pleasure.
"Mine… you're mine…!"
Yamada gripped her waist and thrust up to meet her. Nina came with a loud cry, body convulsing.
Natsu was last.
She lay on her back, legs spread, looking up at him with warm, needy eyes.
Yamada entered her slowly. Kissed her the whole time. Natsu moaned sweetly, clinging to him as he moved inside her.
Her face was softer but just as lewd — eyes fluttering, mouth open in constant pleasure, cheeks flushed deep red.
After they had each come once, Yamada had them kneel in front of him.
All three took turns sucking him.
Yuna was shy but eager, licking and sucking gently.
Nina was aggressive, taking him deep into her throat.
Natsu was warm and loving, kissing and licking with affection.
Yamada groaned and came hard. Thick ropes landed on their faces, tongues, and chests.
They weren't done.
He took them again.
Yuna on her side, leg lifted high as he fucked her deep.
Nina from behind, ass up, moaning loudly as he pounded her.
Natsu riding him while the other two kissed and sucked her breasts.
By the end, all three girls were a mess.
Yuna had the softest ahegao, eyes rolled back, tongue out, drooling happily.
Nina's was wild, face completely lost in pleasure, mouth open in a constant moan.
Natsu's was cute and overwhelmed flushed cheeks, teary eyes, tongue slightly sticking out.
It was the next morning.
Yamada stood under the hot water of his private shower. Steam filled the large bathroom. He carefully washed away the dried body fluids from last night.
His crimson eyes stared back at him from the mirror above the sink.
No contacts. Just the real color.
He looked at them for a moment, then ignored the reflection and returned to cleaning himself.
The bathroom door opened.
Nina walked in completely naked. Her hair was still messy from sleep. She smiled at him without any shame.
Yamada raised an eyebrow under the spray of water.
"Why are you here?"
Nina walked closer, hips swaying slightly. Water from the shower already started misting her skin.
"Well, I thought… you know. We can have sex in the bathroom."
Yamada just blinked once.
"No."
Nina stopped mid-step. Her smile faltered.
"No?"
She looked genuinely confused.
Yamada turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and faced her.
"I'm not in the mood right now."
Nina's eyes narrowed slightly. She crossed her arms under her bare breasts.
"You're rejecting me? After last night?"
Yamada dried his hair with a second towel, calm as ever.
"Last night was last night. This morning I want to clean up, eat breakfast, and check on everyone. Especially Saki."
Nina stared at him. The competitive spark in her eyes flared.
"So I'm just… not enough this morning?"
Yamada looked at her directly. His crimson eyes didn't waver.
"That's not what I said. I'm saying not right now."
He walked past her toward the door, still only in the towel.
Nina stood there, naked and slightly frustrated, watching him leave.
She muttered under her breath.
"…Stubborn as always."
But she didn't follow him.
Not yet.
Nina grabbed his arm before he could fully leave the bathroom.
"Fine. But can I… you know. Suck your cock for a bit and give you a boob job?"
Yamada stopped. He looked at her for a moment, thinking it over.
"Make it quick."
Nina's face lit up with a victorious grin.
She dropped to her knees right there on the bathroom tiles. She pulled the towel away from his waist without hesitation.
His cock was still half-hard from the hot shower. She took it into her mouth immediately, warm and eager.
Nina sucked him with practiced hunger. Her tongue swirled around the head. She took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, making soft wet sounds.
Yamada leaned back against the sink, one hand resting lightly on her head. He didn't force her. Just let her work.
After a minute she pulled off with a wet pop. Saliva connected her lips to his cock.
She pressed her soft breasts around him next. Squeezing them together. Sliding up and down. Looking up at him with flushed cheeks and playful eyes.
"Like this…?"
Yamada exhaled slowly.
"Faster."
Nina obeyed. She moved her breasts quicker, squeezing tighter, occasionally licking the tip when it peeked out from her cleavage.
The bathroom was quiet except for the soft wet sounds of her chest working his cock and her quiet breaths.
Yamada's hand tightened slightly in her hair.
He came without much warning. Thick ropes of cum shot across her breasts and collarbone. Some landed on her chin.
Nina kept her breasts around him until he finished, then licked the remaining drops from the tip with a satisfied smile.
She looked up at him, still on her knees, cum glistening on her chest.
"Better?"
Yamada grabbed a clean towel and gently wiped her clean.
"Yeah. Thanks."
He helped her stand up.
Nina stretched, looking pleased with herself.
"Next time I won't take no for an answer so easily."
Yamada smirked faintly as he put the towel back around his waist.
"We'll see."
He walked out of the bathroom, leaving Nina behind to clean herself up.
Breakfast was waiting.
And the rest of the house was already awake.
Yamada walked into the dining room, still drying his hair with a towel.
The table was already set. Anri stood nearby, pouring tea with her usual calm efficiency. Mochizuki was helping her, still a little shy in her new nurse uniform.
Saki sat near the end of the table, looking more rested than before. Miyuri was already eating, twin-tails bouncing as she talked.
Yuna and Natsu sat together, both looking soft and content from the night before. Nina walked in a minute later, hair still damp from washing off, wearing a simple morning robe. She smirked at Yamada as she sat down.
Mira was at the head of the table, sipping tea with an elegant smile.
Yamada took his seat.
Anri placed a plate in front of him.
"Breakfast is ready, Master."
"Thanks."
The table was lively but comfortable.
Miyuri leaned toward Yuna.
"Yuna-nee, you three stayed in Onii-chan's room last night, right?"
Yuna's cheeks turned pink. She gave a small nod.
Nina grinned without any shame.
"We made sure he didn't feel lonely."
Saki nearly choked on her juice. She looked down at her plate, face red.
Natsu smiled gently.
"It was… nice. Being together again after so long."
Mira watched them all with a warm, knowing expression.
"You've all grown so much. It's good to see the family expanding."
Yamada ate quietly, listening.
His crimson eyes (contacts still out) scanned the table.
Saki was healing.
The nurses were settling in.
His childhood fiancées and friends were here.
Anri kept everything running.
The house felt full.
Alive.
He took a sip of tea.
For the first time in a while, the cold clarity of the Break felt… quieter.
Not gone.
Just softer when surrounded by the people he had claimed.
Nina kicked his foot lightly under the table.
"You're unusually quiet this morning."
Yamada glanced at her.
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
He looked around the table one more time.
"Nothing important."
But inside, he knew that wasn't true.
Everything at this table was important.
And he would protect it.
No matter what.
The breakfast table stayed lively for a long while.
Miyuri kept the energy high, bouncing between topics.
"So what did you guys do on your trip? Did you buy me anything?"
Yuna smiled and pulled a small box from her bag.
"We did. A little charm from Kyoto. It's for protection."
Miyuri's eyes sparkled as she took it.
Nina leaned back in her chair, arms crossed under her chest.
"We also stopped by that old café we used to go to with Yamada-kun when we were kids. The one with the terrible coffee but good cake."
Natsu nodded, a soft nostalgic look on her face.
"It still tastes the same. I almost expected him to walk in with that same serious expression he used to have."
Yamada raised an eyebrow.
"I was not that serious."
Nina snorted.
"You were. Always quiet. Always watching. Always looking like you were planning something even at twelve years old."
Mira chuckled lightly, stirring her tea.
"Some things never change."
Saki stayed mostly quiet, but she was smiling more now. She listened as the others talked about old memories. Every now and then she glanced at Yamada, as if still getting used to seeing this side of him — the side that had a whole history she hadn't been part of.
At one point Nina turned to Saki.
"You should come with us next time we go somewhere. You're part of this house now."
Saki blinked, cheeks turning pink.
"I… I'd like that."
Yuna nodded gently.
"Of course. The more the merrier."
Mochizuki, who had been quietly helping Anri clear empty plates, spoke up shyly.
"Um… if it's not too much trouble… I can pack snacks for everyone next time."
Anri gave her a small approving smile.
The conversation drifted from childhood stories to light teasing, then to quiet moments of just eating together.
For nearly an hour the table felt warm. Full. Alive.
Eventually the plates were empty. The tea pots ran dry.
Anri began clearing the last of the dishes.
Yamada stood up.
"I'm going to make a call. Be back in a bit."
He left the dining room and walked to his study. Closed the door behind him. Pulled out his phone.
He scrolled to Chizuru's number and hit call.
It rang twice.
Then she picked up.
"Yamada-kun…?"
Her voice sounded softer than usual. A little tired, but lighter than before.
"Hey," Yamada said, keeping his tone casual. "Just checking in. How are you holding up after everything?"
There was a short pause.
"I'm… better. A lot better, actually. The police contacted me yesterday. They said they have everything. Tamura is completely finished."
Yamada leaned against his desk, looking out the window.
"That's good."
Chizuru's voice grew quieter.
"You… you didn't have anything to do with that broadcast, right?"
Yamada let out a soft, almost amused breath.
"Me? Come on. I'm just a regular student. How would I even get that kind of evidence?"
He kept his voice light. Innocent.
"I just saw the same thing everyone else did on TV. Timing was crazy, though. Almost like the universe wanted him gone."
Chizuru was silent for a few seconds. Then she gave a small, tired laugh.
"…Right. Just timing."
She didn't push further.
"Thank you for calling, Yamada-kun. It means a lot."
"Anytime," he replied. "If you need anything — even just to talk — call me."
"I will."
They said goodbye and hung up.
Yamada put the phone down.
He stared at his reflection in the window for a moment. Crimson eyes calm.
Then he smirked faintly to himself.
'Definitely didn't get involved.'
He turned and walked back toward the dining room.
The house was still full of voices.
And for now, that was enough.