Five minutes later, Mika had already gotten some water to clear her throat, while Makoto was enjoying the fierce double blowjob from the two Hashiras. "Oh, almost forgot about it. Help me take some photos for my private collection later, too, Mika."
Mika looked up from the glass of water she was sipping, a single droplet still clinging to her lower lip. Her eyes, which had been soft with satisfaction, now sharpened by the command. "Of course," she said softly, setting her glass down with a delicate click.
She walked over and took the camera from Makoto's hand, her movements fluid and graceful, as if she were born for this role. She turned, and a terrifying smile spread across her face as she framed the shot.
The scene before her was a masterpiece of depraved chaos.
Yuna was a furious, competitive engine of need. Her mouth was frantic, almost clumsy, her teeth grazing Makoto's cock in her haste. She wasn't trying to please him, only to win her share. Her hands were clamped onto his thighs, her knuckles white, her body a quivering bowstring of possessive fury.
Ayane, by contrast, was in slow, sensual control. She used her tongue, her lips, and her hands with confident, almost lazy skill. She licked and swirled, her head moving in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She looked up at Makoto from under her long lashes with a silent challenge in her eyes. It was a performance, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Click. Mika took the first picture. The sound of the digital camera was small, but it landed in the room like a gunshot. Yuna flinched, her rhythm faltering for a fraction of a second. Ayane just winked at the camera like a shameless, unapologetic exhibitionist.
Click. Click. Click. Mika circled them like a silent predator, capturing every angle, every expression, and every wet, glistening detail.
"A little more enthusiasm, Yuna-chan," Mika cooed, her voice sweet but chilling. "Ayane-chan is outperforming you. Look at the camera. Let darling see how much you want it."
"Don't teach me... how to... suck my bro's... cock!" Yuna's voice got raspy as she took Makoto's cock deep into her mouth, making his tips poke her throat.
The sensation and Yuna's choking face were too much, even for him. "I'm going to... cum," Makoto groaned, pulling his cock out as a deep, guttural sound was torn from his throat. With a final, desperate surge of pleasure, a thick torrent of hot, sticky cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Yuna and Ayane's faces in an obscene display.
Yuna, who had been in the middle of a furious, competitive rhythm, was caught completely off guard. A thick, white glob hit her square in the eye, and she let out an indignant squawk of shock. "MY EYE! YOU GOT IT IN MY FUCKING EYE, YOU FAT, PERVERTED PIG!" she shrieked.
Ayane, however, just tilted her head back, expecting it. She took the full force of the blast without flinching, her mouth slightly open, letting a single droplet of his semen cling to her lower lip. She licked it away with a deliberate motion of her tongue. "Mmm," she purred. "Fresh and delicious, boss."
From behind the camera, Mika just kept snapping pictures. Click. Click. Click. She captured everything perfectly: The shock on Yuna's face, the triumph on Ayane's, the beautiful, obscene mess he had made of them. She zoomed in on Yuna's face, on the droplet clinging to her eyelashes. "Perfect, absolutely perfect."
Makoto groaned, his cock almost drained now. "Phew, I didn't know that a photoshoot could be that... draining." He patted Yuna's and Ayane's hair and winked. "Was that fun?"
"FUN?!" Yuna's reaction was instantaneous and violent. She slapped his hand away with a wet, sticky smack, her face a mask of fury.
"DO YOU THINK IT'S FUN TO BE BLINDED BY YOUR DISGUSTING PIG JIZZ?!" she screeched, frantically trying to wipe the cum out of her eye with the back of her hand, only succeeding in smearing it further. "IT'S STICKY AND IT STINKS AND I HATE YOU!"
Ayane, on the other hand, just purred, leaning into his touch like a large, contented cat. She tilted her head back, offering him a better view of her face, which was half-covered by his release.
"I had a great time," she said, her voice low and husky, her eyes locked on Yuna's fuming form. "Best photoshoot ever!" She winked slowly. "Though I think your little stepsister might need a towel for next time."
Mika lowered the camera, already checking through the gallery. "It was very memorable, darling," She looked from the splattered faces of her rivals to the screen in her hand. "I'm glad I was able to capture everything. These will be wonderful keepsakes, and... blackmail materials."
Makoto just took the wet wipes from Mafuyu's hand and slowly wiped his cum off Yuna's face. "Here, happy now? You're not cute when you keep yelling like that, Yuna."
Yuna froze mid-tirade, his words and the gentle act of cleaning her face completely disarming her. The furious rage in her eyes softened, replaced by a flicker of something vulnerable. She snatched the wet wipe from his hand with a sharp, indignant huff.
"I can do it myself, you idiot!" she muttered, her voice dropping to a mortified hiss. She just stood there, her face a deep shade of crimson. But she didn't pull away, allowing him to stay close. Her yelling subsided into grumpy, resentful silence.
Mika held up the camera to him, showing him a perfectly framed close-up of Yuna's face at the exact moment of impact. Yuna's expression was a priceless mixture of shock, rage, and an undeniable flicker of pleasure.
"That was a true work of art, darling," Mika whispered, her eyes shining with the cold light of a strategist who had just won a decisive victory. She handed him the memory card, her fingers brushing against his for a second.
Makoto took the ejected card from her and put it into his nearby laptop. "Come, let's check the raw photos and select some for our photobook."
"Coming," Ayane purred, sauntering over behind him. She didn't even bother to wipe her face, wearing his cum like a badge of honor (or a defiant statement to Yuna). Yuna walked over and sat on his left side. Mika glided to his right side with the usual angelic smile on her face.
The three of them huddled around the screen like a strange, dysfunctional little family.