Makoto chuckled. "Hmm, so it's not embarrassing enough for you yet? How about this?" His hands moved down to pull down her pants, not doing anything yet, just ogling at her crotch. "So, how often do you masturbate? And what do you imagine while you're doing it?"
Ayane gasped sharply as cool air hit her bare skin. Her eyes flew open wide with shock and terrifying excitement. The romantic haze shattered, replaced by desperate panic. "You can't just ask that, pervert!" she sputtered, hands flying down to cover herself futilely. "Mika's recording!"
Mika just zoomed in. The little red light on her phone was steady and cruel. Ayane's face turned crimson. She looked from Makoto's expectant grin to Mika's phone lens and back. She was trapped and knew it.
"I don't..." she stammered in a high-pitched voice. "It's not that often..."
"Liar," a muffled but smug voice grumbled from the futon. "Your apartment reeked of your smell when we arrived."
Ayane shot a murderous glare toward the hiding Yuna. Then she took a deep breath. "Fine," she hissed venomously. "Twice a day. Sometimes three if a new doujin comes out." She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering in humiliation. "And I think about you, you fucking idiot," she whispered, the confession torn from her soul.
"I think about you and your stupid fat belly and your dumb clueless smile and the way you look at your stepsister like she's the only person in the world. I even did it right after you left last time..." She kept babbling, buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shook with silent, mortified sobs.
Makoto forcefully pulled her hands away from her face. "That's an excellent answer. But don't think you can hide yet." He looked into her eyes with a triumphant glint. "Now tell me what we're going to do next, Ayane."
Ayane stared up at him, her face a beautiful mess of tears, blush, and raw desire. The humiliation had broken her down, stripped away all her defenses, leaving only the pure truth of what she wanted.
"We..." she began in a broken whisper of need. She took a shaky breath. "You," she said, her voice stronger now, growling low and dangerous. "Are going to fuck me!"
She grabbed his wrist with surprising strength and pulled his hand down, pressing it against her wet, waiting cunt. It was slick and hot, her inner lips swollen and trembling.
"You're going to fuck me right here on the couch while they're watching," she panted breathlessly. "And you're going to fill me up with so much cum that it's dripping out of me for a week."
Her eyes flicked to the phone in Mika's hand, then back to him. She arched her back in silent invitation. "And Mika is going to film the whole fucking thing."
"Exactly! This is your reward." Makoto flipped her over and gripped her ass, entering her from behind with a low grunt of appreciation.
Ayane cried out as he entered her, a sharp wail that was half pain, half ecstasy. Her back arched, her ass a perfect heart-shaped curve in the dim light. "Yes," she gasped, voice breaking. "Just like that. Don't stop!"
Her hands clawed at the couch cushions, knuckles white. Her head was thrown back, hair a wild mess. And her face was a masterpiece. It was pure sensation on display. Her yes squeezed shut, her lips parted in a silent moan.
A single tear traced down her cheek. She was completely lost.
Makoto glanced at Mika with that familiar wicked gleam. "Come closer so you can record everything, Mika. Especially her shy face and her swinging boobs."
Mika moved with silent, professional grace, holding her phone steady. She approached the couch like a cameraman capturing a rare natural phenomenon. The little red light was constant and unblinking, a third participant in their intimate public act.
She zoomed in and captured Ayane's breasts swaying with his rhythm, her hard nipples peeking out from under her hair. She captured the way her ass clenched and released with every thrust.
Makoto slapped Ayane's ass and made loud, obscene noises as he kept thrusting. "Good." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Make that silly ahegao face you always make fun of when we watch hentai together, Ayane."
A strangled, hysterical giggle bubbled from Ayane's throat. "You fucking asshole," she gasped, her voice mixing pleasure with deep humiliation.
But she still did it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, showing only whites. Her tongue lolled out, slick and wet, a thin trail of saliva dripping from the corner of her lips. A small blush spread from her neck to her cheeks.
It was a perfect, devastating ahegao.
Mika, who had been quietly and professionally filming everything, let out a small gasp. The phone in her hands wavered for just a second. From the futon came a low growl. "She's a natural," Yuna muttered, her voice mixing awe with furious jealousy as she peeked out.
Then, with a final desperate cry, Makoto's body gave out. He erupted in thick, pulsing waves, filling Ayane completely. Ayane's ahegao face shattered, replaced by pure bliss as her own orgasm crashed over her in a silent, shuddering explosion that left her boneless and trembling.
He collapsed onto her, then pulled out, watching his cum ooze from her cunt. "Come record this too, Mika. Remember to capture everything!"
Mika moved in close, her phone inches away from the scene. She captured the aftermath in stunning detail: Ayane's slick, trembling thighs, the thick white cum slowly leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy. It was disgusting and beautiful at the same time.
Ayane groaned contentedly from deep in her chest. She didn't move, just lay there as a boneless, satisfied wreck, face still flushed, lips still swollen.
"That wasn't enough," she whispered into the couch cushions, voice muffled and broken. "Try getting hard again in ten minutes." But there was no desire in it, just tired, satisfied affection.
Mika finally stopped recording. She looked down at her phone with a small, triumphant smile. "Well," she said. "I think we have enough blackmail material for Yuna and Ayane to last a lifetime."
Yuna, who had been a silent, seething lump on the futon, finally spoke. "Send me a copy of her," she muttered dangerously. "Then delete mine from her phone."
Mika giggled softly, the sound filling the quiet room. "Oh, don't worry, Yuna-chan," she said too sweetly. "I'll make sure both you and Ayane get the director's cut."