Ayane straddled Makoto's face immediately, not giving him a second to breathe. Her pussy was right there, shaved smooth and plump, already soaking wet from watching Yuna.
"My turn, Boss!" she chirped, grinding her crotch against his nose. "You might be out of ammo for the main gun, but you've still got a tongue! Lick me while you reload! I want you to eat me out until I shake!"
Mika checked her watch, unperturbed by the display. "10:58 PM. You finished two minutes early. Try to keep up, darling."
"Geez, you stink down here, Ayane," Makoto sighed playfully, his tongue darting out to lick her clit. "Love it, though."
Ayane laughed, an unashamed cackle that vibrated through her thighs and straight into his ears. She didn't take offense at all; instead, she ground her hips down harder, practically suffocating him with her musky, aroused scent.
"I'm not stink, husband! It's my flavor!" she crowed, her hands gripping the headboard to steady herself as she rode his face. "It's the smell of a fertile woman who's been marinating in lust for the last hour! Eat up!"
As Makoto tongue found her swollen clit, flicking and lapping at the sensitive button, Ayane's bravado cracked into a sharp, high-pitched moan. "H-Holy shit, wait, too fast! Your tongue is cheating!"
Makoto's view was dominated by Ayane's wet and warm pussy right in front of his nose, and above that, the smooth and round curve of her pregnant belly looming over him like a moon. Her heavy breasts swayed with her frantic hip movements.
"Look at him go!" Yuna grumbled from the other couch, sounding jealous even though she could barely move. "He never licks me with that much enthusiasm. He says my legs are too heavy."
"That's because your thighs crush his skull, idiot," Mika pointed out, eyes glued to the spectacle. "Ayane has better hip movement."
Ayane ignored the commentary, completely lost in the sensation. She clamped her thighs tight against Makoto's ears, trapping him there. "Yes! Right there!" she panted, her fingers digging into the velvet headboard. "Lick my cunt! Clean me up! Make me squirt all over your face!"
She looked down at him, her eyes wide and wild. "I can feel you getting hard again under my ass! It's working! Just a little more…!" She bucked her hips wildly, smearing her juices all over his mouth and nose.
"I'M GONNA CUM! I'm gonna cum on your face, Boss! Take it! Take all my stinky love juice!"
With a strangled cry, she arched her back, her inner thighs spasming against his temples as she flooded his mouth, shaking violently from the intensity of the orgasm.
"Always cum so fast on my tongue, huh?" Makoto smirked as he licked her thighs clean. "You know, I can do even better things with my tongue."
He gently lowered her onto her back, getting on top of her. He leaned in close, whispering into her ear. "You're beautiful with my baby inside, Ayane."
Ayane's loud, confident laughter died in her throat. She froze beneath him, her eyes widening behind her slightly fogged-up glasses. The romantic whisper hit her harder than any dirty talk ever could. It was a direct hit to her one real weakness: sincere and cheesy romance.
Her face exploded into a blush. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to find a witty comeback, but her brain had completely short-circuited. "T-That's…" she stammered, her voice unusually small and wavering. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his cheeks. "That's unfair… using a cheat like that when my defenses are down…"
She bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with teary emotion. "I feel beautiful because of you. Because I'm carrying your baby, Makoto!" She spread her legs wide, wrapping her ankles around his lower back, pulling him down.
"Don't just talk, honey," she breathed, her gaze locking onto his with intense love. "Just plug your cock in. I want to feel you everywhere."
When Makoto slid inside her, it was smooth and impossibly hot. Ayane was still twitching from her orgasm, her body clamping around him like a warm, wet velvet glove. As he sank to the hilt, his stomach pressed against hers. The sensation of his belly meeting her baby bump was intimate in a way nothing else could be.
"Haaah…" Ayane let out a long, blissful sigh, her head falling back against the mattress. "There it is, the best feeling in the world." She moved with him, matching his rhythm perfectly. Unlike Yuna's frantic, desperate grinding, Ayane's movements were fluid and eager, rolling her hips to maximize the friction.
"He found her weakness," Mika observed from the chair, sipping a glass of water like she was watching a documentary. "Ayane acts tough, but tell her she's pretty and she turns into melted butter. I will note this for future manipulation."
"It's really romantic," Mafuyu whispered, clutching a pillow to her chest. "Look at how Makoto looks at her…"
"He'd better look at me like that later, too, or I'm suing," Yuna grumbled, though she was leaning forward to watch, captivated by the way their bodies moved together.
Ayane ignored them all, lost in the romance. She wrapped her arms around Makoto's neck, pulling him down for a deep, sloppy kiss, tasting her own juices on his lips. "I love you, Makoto," she moaned into his mouth, her hips snapping up to meet his thrusts. "I love you so much, you big, pervert nerd. Fill me up again! Make sure everyone knows I'm yours!"
"I love you too, Ayane, and our Asuka too." As his cock throbbed and poked her cervix, ready to burst, Makoto leaned in and whispered a sweet lie that a harem king should make, so quiet that only she could hear.
"And you're the one I love most." That whisper was the final nail. A hit that bypassed all her defenses and dealt emotional damage directly to her heart.
Ayane's eyes went impossibly wide behind her fogged glasses. For a split second, she stopped breathing. Time seemed to freeze.
She stared at him with shock and devastating happiness all tangled together. She knew, deep down, it was a lie. She knew he probably whispered this to Yuna, to Mika, to Mafuyu.
But the idea, the possibility that she, the loud, clumsy otaku friend, somehow stole the crown and became the "most loved" in this harem… it overloaded her brain. "I knew it…" she choked out, a sob of overwhelming happiness wrecking her voice. "I won… I really won…"
Ayane's body reacted instantly to the psychological overload. She screamed, not a lewd moan but a high-pitched, broken cry of ecstasy as she climaxed harder than she ever had in her life. Her hips bucked violently, slamming into him as her body clamped down on his throbbing cock with a grip like a vice.
"AHHHH! DARLING! HONEY! HUSBAND! FILL MEEE!"
Makoto exploded inside her again, his second load of the night pumping deep into her womb, mixing with her own copious fluids. Ayane shook uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, her legs trembling so hard they slipped from his back and fell to the mattress.
Ayane lay there for a long moment, twitching with a dazed smile plastered on her face. Her glasses were crooked, her hair was a mess, and she looked like she had ascended to a higher plane. "He loves me most…" she mumbled to herself, delirious.