"See?!" Yuna's muffled voice erupted from his stomach. "I told you she was the creepy one! You're groping the final boss while the rest of us are trying to have a wholesome anime night!" She shifted on his lap, clearly trying to regain his attention. "And my ass is way softer, you fat idiot!"
Makoto moved his other hand from Yuna's breasts to fondle her ass instead, smiling at the chaos he was causing. "Fine, here." He looked between them with that familiar wicked gleam. "It's softer, indeed."
Yuna squeaked in satisfaction as his hand found its target. "H-Hmph! Of course it is," she muttered into his stomach, her voice mixing her tsundere pride with genuine pleasure. She wiggled slightly, pressing herself more firmly into his palm. "It's premium quality. Not like some over-trained, stringy athlete's butt."
Hearing that, Mika just giggled softly from his side and patted his arm gently.
He paused, then let out a sigh. "Well, you seem to be the most normal one in this room, Ayane."
Ayane sat bolt upright at his comment, her head leaving his thigh. "Normal?" she repeated, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. She stared at him as a slow, predatory grin spread across her face. "Me? The normal one?"
She leaned in until her face was inches from his. "Oh, buddy," she whispered sweetly. "You haven't even seen my final form."
"I will pretend not to hear that." Makoto nodded to himself. An hour later, he yawned as the anime credits rolled. "I'll really need some ecchi or hentai to clean my soul from all that trauma."
Ayane sprang to her feet, the blanket falling away to reveal her naked form in the flickering light of the TV's end credits. "You want to cleanse your soul? Excellent idea!" She struck a dramatic pose with her hands on her hips. "I'll be right back," she declared with a wink. "I have the perfect thing. It's a classic, very educational. It's called Euphoria."
Yuna's and Mika's heads both snapped up. They looked at Ayane, then at each other, then at him. For the first time all night, they looked genuinely terrified.
"No," Yuna whispered, her voice breaking. "Not that one. Anything but that one." Mika just shook her head, her face pale. "Ayane-chan... don't."
Makoto called out after her. "I don't know what that is, but it doesn't sound like something ... good." He glanced at the clock and noticed the time. "Damn, it's already eleven? We'll really need to go home. You both have college tomorrow, Yuna, Mika!"
Ayane froze with one foot out of the living room, looking comically disappointed. "Aww, but the night is still so young!" she whined. "And we haven't even gotten to the educational part yet!"
But she relented with a playful smirk. "Fine. But you owe me one Euphoria marathon. I'm taking a raincheck." She sauntered back and collapsed onto the couch beside him like a contented cat.
"Home?" Yuna repeated sleepily from his lap. She hadn't moved an inch. "But it's warm here." She yawned and stretched like a cat. "You can just drive us straight to school from here in the morning. It would be more efficient. Save on gas, too."
Her logic was flawed, but her intentions were crystal clear.
"She's right," Mika said drowsily. She snuggled closer, her head finding the perfect spot on his shoulder. "It would be irresponsible for you to drive when you're this tired." She let out a small, contented sigh. "We should all just stay here. Together."
The three of them had formed a warm, sleepy trap. They were a united front of lazy, post-anime, post-pizza, and post-orgasm inertia.
He wasn't going anywhere, and they all knew it.
Makoto sighed long and weary, though a content smile played on his lips. "Geez, you're all so lazy." He nodded in defeat. "I guess we can stay here tonight." Then he turned to Ayane. "Can you get a big blanket for us, please, Ayane?"
Ayane's face lit up with triumph. "Of course," she purred, unfolding herself from the couch with sudden energy. She practically skipped to her bedroom, humming an off-key anime theme song.
A moment later, she returned, not with a blanket, but dragging an enormous, fluffy futon mattress. With a grunt, she unrolled it on the floor in front of the couch, right in the warm glow of the still-idling TV.
"There," she said, a bit too cheerfully. "This is much better than the couch. More room for... cuddling."
She disappeared again and came back with an armful of pillows and a massive duvet that looked like a cloud. The pillows were then arranged expertly, creating a cozy nest. "Alright, you princesses," she said, clapping her hands together. "The bed is ready."
Yuna groaned from her position. "It's too far..." she muttered. "Carry me."
Mika gave him a small, sleepy, hopeful smile that said the same thing without words. Ayane just laughed brightly. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath warm and secretive. "You made your bed, harem king," she purred. "Now you get to lie in it."
Makoto carried both Mika and Yuna to the soft bed, placing them on his left and right with a satisfied grin. "Are you coming too, Ayane? Or do you want to wait in your room for my... night assault?"
Ayane barked out a laugh full of genuine joy. "A night assault?" she repeated, eyes sparkling. "Honey, you look like you're about to fall into a coma. The only thing you're going to be assaulting tonight is that pillow."
But she smiled and turned off the TV, plunging the room into intimate darkness lit only by faint streetlights outside. Then she slid into the futon next to Mika, creating a perfect girl-sandwich with him in the middle. Her warm body pressed against his side, smelling of soap and her unique perfume.
"But just in case you get a second wind," she whispered dangerously in the darkness. Her hand found his under the thick duvet, their fingers lacing together. "I'll be waiting."
Mika was on his left, quiet and steady, her breathing already evening out into sleep. On his right, Yuka was a grumpy, possessive furnace, her leg thrown over his in unconscious ownership. And Ayane, who lay beside Mika, was a silent, watchful presence, her hand firm and promising in his.