Makoto woke up in the middle of the night, some primal instinct pulling him from dreamless sleep. He turned to his left and noticed Mika was watching him, her eyes luminous in the dim pre-dawn light. "Did you just wake up?" he blinked and whispered, trying not to wake the others.
Mika's eyes were already fixed on him. A small, serene smile touched her lips. "I haven't been sleeping," she whispered back softly. "I was just watching you."
The confession was simple and direct. There was no teasing, no games, just the raw truth.
"You're noisy when you sleep," she added, her smile widening slightly. "You make little grunting noises." Her free hand came up from her stomach to touch his cheek gently. Her fingers were cool and soft against his skin.
"And you drool a little bit," she said, her thumb wiping away a non-existent spot at the corner of his mouth. She looked at him steadily in the darkness. "It's very cute," she concluded, her voice a soft purr. "I like it."
Makoto giggled quietly. "You're weird for finding me cute. Yuna would throw a tantrum if she heard that."
"Since we both can't go back to sleep..." A devious idea formed in his mind as he leaned in closer and whispered. "How about we use this chance for some... roleplay? An innocent Mika, being forced by her friend's lewd brother at a sleepover?"
Mika's breath hitched sharply in the quiet room. Her eyes, which had been soft and affectionate, widened with something darker and more thrilling. Her usual serene smile was replaced by a slow, wicked one.
"Here?" she whispered, her voice mixing theatrical terror with genuine excitement. "Now? With them right here?"
She glanced at the two sleeping forms on the other side of him. Yuna was a grumpy, possessive lump, and Ayane a quiet, steady presence.
"They'll hear us," she breathed. "They'll wake up." She looked back at him with wide, pleading eyes. The perfect picture of a terrified, innocent victim.
"Please," she whispered in a choked voice. "Don't do it. I'll scream!"
But her body already betrayed her act. Her hand, which had been caressing his cheek, slid down to find the waistband of his bottoms. Her hips tilted up just a fraction in silent invitation.
Makoto disentangled himself from Yuna's possessive hug with practiced ease. "Good. You had better act like it." He moved on top of Mika effortlessly, his hand pulling her pants down while groping her thighs.
A sharp, theatrical gasp escaped Mika's lips. The sound was perfectly pitched to be both protest and invitation. She shivered as her bottoms slid down, the cool night air contrasting with the heat of his hand on her thigh.
"No... please, you have to stop," she whimpered in a trembling whisper. She squirmed beneath him, but her movements were clumsy and ineffective by design.
Her squirming only pressed her ass more firmly into his other hand. "Yuna's right there... she'll kill you. She'll kill us both." Her eyes shone with fake tears in the darkness. She looked like a cornered animal, and it was a masterful performance.
"Please don't," she breathed, her voice cracking. "I'm a good girl." But her hips tilted up in a small movement, bringing her wet cunt into perfect alignment with his hardening cock.
"Don't force me..." she whispered, unable to completely hide the thrill in her voice.
Makoto smirked evilly as he stayed in character. He ripped off her pajamas with rough hands. His eyes held that familiar wicked gleam. "Damn, you have such a nice, toned body, Mika." He groped her breasts greedily and sucked on her nipples, grunting in appreciation. "You must have seduced a lot of guys with this, hmm?"
Mika let out a sharp, choked sob as her pajama top ripped. The sound blended staged fear with genuine shock perfectly. "No!" she whimpered, her hands coming up to push weakly at his shoulders. "I'm not... and I've never..."
Her body, however, told a different story. Her back arched off the mattress as his mouth closed over her nipple, her pleasure obvious despite her protests. Her skin burned hot to the touch, muscles taut. "N-No," she gasped, voice breaking. "I'm a good girl... I run track... I don't do things like this..."
But her hips began moving in a slow, involuntary grind against him. The slick wetness of her arousal was unmistakable evidence against her pleas of innocence.
"They'll hear us," she breathed with manufactured terror, glancing toward the sleeping forms beside them. "Yuna will wake up... please, you have to stop..." Her voice cracked as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Not to push him away, but to hold on for dear life as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Makoto covered her mouth with his hand while pinning her wrists over her head with the other. "Then you should try not to scream!"
He shoved his thick cock into her in one single thrust, grinning triumphantly. "Damn... you're so fucking tight. Did you train your muscles down here, too?"
A muffled scream was swallowed by his palm. Mika's entire body went rigid, caught between feigned shock and overwhelming ecstasy. Her eyes, wide and shining with unshed tears, locked on his. They swirled with manufactured terror and pure bliss.
Her pussy clenched around him like a vice. It was tight, like an active grip, her pelvic muscles flexing and pulsing around his shaft. "Mmmph! Nnnghh!" she whimpered against his palm, desperate, muffled pleas that sounded suspiciously like moans.
Her pinned hands strained against his grip in token resistance. But her legs betrayed her completely. They wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper and locking him in place.
After a single moment of stillness, her hips began to move. Slow, desperate, and utterly shameless. She was fucking him back, her movements a silent confession of her true desires.
A soft, sleepy mumble came from Makoto's other side. Yuna rolled over in her sleep, her arm flopping across the empty space where he used to be.
Mika froze for a split second, her eyes wide with fresh terror. Then she pressed against him even harder, her muffled whimpers growing more frantic and desperate.
Makoto grunted low and guttural as his hips kept thrusting with abandon. "Oh ho, so you're worried that Yuna might wake up? How does it feel being fucked by your friend's fat, disgusting brother, huh, Mika?"
Mika's muffled whimpers turned into sharp, desperate sobs against his palm. Her eyes squeezed shut, hot tears streaming down her temples into her hair.
It was a perfect picture of violation, completely fraudulent. But her body was a shameless traitor. Her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, a hot, wet, impossibly tight sheath that seemed to be actively milking him. Her hips bucked frantically against his, not trying to escape but to meet him, to take him deeper.
When he called himself Yuna's "fat, disgusting brother," a violent tremor wracked her frame. A guttural moan of pure ecstasy escaped from behind his hand.
This was it. This was her fantasy, exactly what she wanted: To be the good girl, the innocent friend, corrupted and taken by the one person she wasn't supposed to have. Her legs tightened around his waist like steel bands. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow, breath coming in short gasps.
She was close. So incredibly close.
A sleepy, irritated groan came from the other side. Yuna shifted, her voice a groggy complaint. "Stop moving so much, you pervert..." she muttered, still dead asleep.
The sound acted like a lit match on gasoline. Mika's eyes snapped open with fresh terror. It pushed her right over the edge. Her back arched violently, inner walls clenching in powerful, shattering spasms. Her muffled scream of orgasm was completely swallowed by his hand.
Her constricting cunt made his cock throb violently, and he shot a copious load of thick cum deep inside her. He removed his hands and collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. "Now you might get pregnant with the fat pervert who took you by force, you poor thing..."
Mika lay beneath him, a boneless, trembling wreck. Her breath came in shallow gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with aftershocks.
His cum pooled hot and heavy inside her. She didn't push him away. Instead, her arms came up to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. She held him there, warm and pliant beneath him.
"Pregnant..." she whispered, her voice mixing theatrical horror with genuine bliss. She turned her head, lips finding his ear. "Poor me," she breathed, a delirious giggle bubbling up. "Whatever will I do?"
Her legs tightened their grip around his waist possessively. "I guess..." she whispered dangerously. "You'll just have to take responsibility. You need to stay with me together, forever, Makoto," she murmured against his lips contentedly.
Makoto pulled out and gave her a greedy kiss, grinning wickedly. "Hmph, you're supposed to be sobbing and crying while saying that." He looked at her expectantly. "Try again..."
Mika's eyes widened in genuine surprise for a moment. Then understanding clicked, this was part of the game, too. "Oh," she whispered, amused. "So you want me to act, even now?"
She took a deep, shuddering breath. Then she broke. Her face crumpled from serene triumph into devastation. Her lower lip trembled. Tears filled her eyes. "You... you..." she sobbed convincingly. "You ruined me..."
She pushed weakly at his chest. "What am I going to do now?" she wailed in despair. "My life is over... I'm going to have a baby... a bastard, perverted baby, against my will..."
She looked up with mock innocent concern. "And what will Yuna-chan think?" she whispered brokenly. "She'll hate me..." She buried her face in his chest, shoulders shaking with theatrical sobs.
Then came a soft, sleepy mumble from the other side of the futon.
"Hate you?" Yuna's voice was groggy and confused. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, her gray hair a wild mess. "Mika-chan? Why are you crying?"
She squinted in the darkness, eyes slowly adjusting. She saw Makoto on top of Mika, both naked. And Mika was sobbing hysterically under him.
Yuna's sleepy confusion morphed gradually into murderous rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK," she snarled dangerously. "DID YOU DO TO HER?"