"Time up." Mika's voice cut through the room, sharp and final.
Makoto hadn't even heard her approach, but Mika was standing right next to the bed. She was wearing a silk robe loosely tied, revealing the curve of her belly and a hint of black lace beneath.
She looked down at the comatose Ayane with mild disdain, then at Makoto with piercing eyes. "She is… suspiciously happy," Mika observed, narrowing her gaze. "You whispered something to her at the end. I saw your lips move." Without waiting for an answer, Mika reached down and grabbed Ayane's ankle, slowly dragging her limp body across the sheets to make room.
Ayane just giggled, rolling away like a tumbleweed. "He loves meeee…" She slurred as she hit the carpet with a soft thud.
Mika climbed onto the bed and crawled over Makoto, straddling his waist. Her brown-pink eyes locked onto his, trapping him in her gaze. She just sat there, her weight settling on his hips, asserting dominance.
Then she leaned down, her face inches from his. "I don't know what lies you told her to break her like that," she purred. "But you're playing a dangerous game, darling." She took his hand and placed it on her throat, her pulse beating frantically beneath his fingers against her cool skin. "Now," she commanded. "It is midnight. My turn."
She guided him to her entrance, tight and demanding. "Make me forget my mother's voice. Make me forget everything except you. And if you whisper to me… it better be the truth. Or a lie so good I can't tell the difference."
She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, maintaining intense eye contact. "Fuck your Second Wife, darling. Try to convince me I'm the only one who matters."
"You want the truth, darling? We got one hour for that," Makoto said, leaning back to enjoy the ride. "How about… I found you cute and wanted to corrupt you since the first time you came to study with Yuna?"
Mika's calm expression faltered when a surprised blink interrupted her intense stare. A dark blush crept up her neck, staining her pale skin a beautiful shade of rose. "Cute? Many people called me cute, darling," she repeated, her voice wavering slightly. She stopped moving for a second, her hips frozen mid-grind.
"You wanted to corrupt me? Back then?" A twisted smile spread across her face. It was the smile of a cat that just found out the canary wanted to be eaten. "Oh," she breathed, her composure returning but charged with a new energy. "That is an acceptable truth."
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You succeeded, didn't you?" she murmured, grinding down slowly, savoring the friction. "Look at me now. Fucking my best friend's brother, carrying his child, while my rivals watch. I'm ruined and corrupted."
Mika bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with lust. "But I love it." She started to move again. She knew exactly how to angle her hips to hit his most sensitive spots, exactly how to clench her muscles to make him groan. "But I have a truth for you too."
She whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "That day… I wasn't there just to study. I saw the way you looked at Yuna: possessive, hungry, and gross. That wasn't how a stepbrother should look at his stepsister."
She nipped at his earlobe. "I wanted that. I wanted you to look at me like I was a piece of meat you owned. I was jealous of your disgusting relationship." She pulled back, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Am I disgusting enough for you now, darling?" she asked, her voice dripping with submission and challenge.
"You're so disgusting, I love that. The next truth is that you always look so calm and composed." Makoto's hand gently constricted around her throat. "So... it turns me on so much to make you helpless and lose control."
Mika's eyes widened as his hand tightened around her throat. That was the switch. The thing that shut down her carefully constructed world. Her composure shattered.
A strangled noise escaped her lips, caught somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. Her hips stopped their rhythmic grinding and instead jerked forward, instinctively seeking more depth. Her hands flew up to grip his wrist, holding on to anchor herself as her world started to spin.
"Hah… khh…" She struggled for air, her face turning a deep red. Her pupils dilated until her pink irises were almost swallowed by black. "You like seeing me… broken, darling?" she wheezed, a line of saliva escaping her lips, ruining her perfect makeup.
She leaned into his hand, effectively choking herself further. "Good," she hissed, her voice unrecognizable, raw and desperate. "Because I'm so tired of being perfect. I'm so tired of holding it all together."
She started to bounce again, but the elegance was gone. It was sloppy and animalistic. She slammed her weight down on him, her pregnant belly rubbing hard against his, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock in needy spasms.
"Break me, darling!" she begged, staring down at him with tear-filled eyes. "Make me drool. Make me look stupid. Make the perfect Saionji daughter look like a cheap, used-up whore in front of everyone!"
"Whoa…" Ayane whispered from the floor, adjusting her glasses. "Mika's losing it."
"That's my stepbro," Yuna murmured, jealousy and dark pride showing in her voice. "Breaking the manipulating bitch."
Mika ignored them. She only saw Makoto. "Do it!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she ground harder and faster, chasing the edge. "Choke me! Ruin me! Make me cum so hard I forget my own name!"
"I don't want to be Mika Saionji anymore! I just want to be your cum dumpster!" She threw her head back, exposing her neck completely to his grip, her body convulsing as she teetered on the brink. "PLEASE! MASTER! BREAK MEEEE!"
"You're my cum dumpster, my bitch, my Mika." Makoto gripped her neck harder. The choke was tight, dangerously so, cutting off the oxygen to her screaming brain just as his cock erupted inside her. Mika's body seized, her back arching so violently he heard a pop.
"AAAAAHHH… KHH…!" Mika's scream was turning into a guttural, animalistic gag. She shook uncontrollably, her inner walls milking him dry in desperate, fluttering spasms. She drooled openly onto his chest, her eyes rolling back into her head.
The orgasm tore through her. And Mika was gone with a blinding wave that erased every thought and every plan she'd ever made.
"Last truth…" He released her throat and whispered as they collapsed together. "Despite all that, I love the gentle Mika who kissed me at that cafe, and the caring Mika who picks clothes for our Aiko the most."
Mika didn't respond at first. She just lay there, collapsed on top of him, twitching and gasping for air. Then, slowly, her brain started to work again. The words filtered through the haze. "Gentle Mika. Caring Mika. Aiko."
She lifted her head, her movements jerky. Her face was still a wreck of smeared lipstick and tear tracks, with red marks blooming on her neck. She looked absolutely destroyed, but absolutely beautiful.
She stared at Makoto, her pink eyes wide with nothing left to hide behind. Her lip trembled. "You… you liked my boring, normal parts too?" she whispered, her voice raspy and broken.
Tears welled up again, spilling over faster this time. "I thought I had to be useful, or cute, or exciting. Or… or crazy." She sniffed, wiping her nose on her arm, a gesture so completely unlike her. "Sometimes I just wanted to be enough."
Mika buried her face in his neck, wrapping her arms around him tightly, clinging to him. "I'll be gentle," she sobbed into his skin. "I'll be caring. I'll take such good care of Aiko, and you, and everyone. I promise!"
She nuzzled closer, her body finally relaxing into a boneless cuddle. "I love you, Makoto," her voice soft and sleepy. "Even if you just make me look like a total slut in front of the others."
"You looked like a queen, Mika," Makoto could hear Yuna mutter grudgingly from the couch. "A degraded, messy queen. But… it was impressive."
Mika let out a weak, watery chuckle. "Thank you, Yuna-chan," she whispered. Then she sighed, a long, contented sound. "I think… my turn is over. But…" She lifted her head slightly, looking towards the armchair where Mafuyu had been silently watching the carnage.
Mika reluctantly slid off Makoto, her legs shaking. She pressed a soft, chaste kiss on his forehead. "Mafuyu-nee," She called out, her voice still raspy but regaining its composure. "You're up. He's very warm."
She crawled off the bed and curled up next to Ayane on the other side of the bed, pulling a blanket over herself. Within seconds, she was asleep with a small smile still on her lips.