Haruka lay back on the big bed in the villa, the warmth of everyone pressed around him. The room buzzed with tired giggles and quiet whispers after a wild few hours. Noriko ran her fingers softly through his hair while lying on his chest. Yariko leaned over, kissing him with a sly smile, and Yuruko teased him with a slow, playful kiss just barely brushing his cheek.
On his other side, Erika giggled as she pushed her hips against him, looping her arm around his neck. Bakako, bold as ever, moved in and sucked his lower lip, her body rolling against his as soft moans mixed with the heat in the air. Haruka's hand slid to Bakako's hip, then her breast, his other hip bumping against hers.
"Haruka, you better keep up," Bakako whispered, breath hot against his jaw. "No slacking off."
He just laughed, lips grazing Noriko's cheek. "Try me. You know I don't quit."
Yariko grinned, pulling back with a flicker of tongue. "Game starts now."
Their playful chaos filled the room, but then a piercing scream outside snapped everything to a halt. The women froze. Noriko sat up, eyes big and scared.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered.
Haruka tensed, his instincts on high alert. "Stay here. Let me look." He grabbed a shirt and slipped to the window.
Outside, chaos: neighbors shouting, some coughing, others running. A thick haze drifted down the street—panic everywhere. Cold dread hit Haruka's gut, memories of the old pandemic flashing in his mind.
"This is it. The virus is back… COVID or something close," he muttered, reaching for his phone.
In a rush, he called his parents. "Mom, Dad, listen—stock up now. Food, water, medicine, enough for months. I'm sending money right away. No excuses, just do it."
His mom's voice was shaky. "Haruka, is it that urgent?"
"It is. Please. I mean it."
He hung up and turned to the girls, who were wide-eyed and waiting. "Call your parents. Warn them. I'll get money to everyone. We're locking down. Nobody leaves."
Yariko huffed, "No normal life for a while, huh?"
Haruka met her gaze. "No. But we stick together."
Bitchko rolled her eyes but smirked. "No sneaking out, no flirting with boys. Guess we're all yours."
Haruka grinned back. "Could do worse, right?"
Kuroko kept cool. "Let's organize. Plan, stock up, and don't be stupid."
Yuruko bounced nervously. "How long, you think?"
Bakako snorted. "Too long and I'll lose it."
Erika grinned, "Well, we've got Haruka's 'research' for fun."
Haruka just shrugged. "Hey, can't let us get bored."
The next few days were full speed—calls, money transfers, quick shopping runs. Even as the news got scarier, the group's teasing and goofing around kept the mood from crashing.
Haruka led: "Masks, gloves, bags—let's move. Mall run."
They shuffled together, faces covered, sliding through empty aisles. "Canned food, rice, water—grab what you can," Haruka ordered.
Yariko eyed the shelves. "Emptying fast."
Erika nudged. "Protection, don't forget."
Haruka grinned. "Online order—got that handled."
Bitchko laughed, "Pills for stamina, too?"
He winked. "Never needed those."
Even at checkout, the stress eased as they joked and flirted their way through. Unpacking groceries back home, they made a game out of it, falling over each other with tired, gentle shoves.
Dinner was simple but warm. Bitchko shot another challenge. "You sure you can keep up with all of us stuck here?"
Haruka's answer was a lazy smirk. "Try me."
Laughter filled the kitchen, the outside world fading away for just a little while.