"..."
Looking at Tsubasa Yura, whose face was still flushed with a lingering crimson, Ethan didn't know what to say for a moment. Being "hungry" was just an excuse. At his current level of power, eating and sleeping were merely habits or hobbies. He had hoped to use a meal break to give Tsubasa a chance to settle down, fearing she might actually lose her mind if they kept going.
But they hadn't even gotten out of bed, and she was already planning the post-meal activities. It left Ethan feeling a bit numb. Should he have been less lenient and given her a "lesson" she wouldn't forget? After studying her beautiful, longing face, he realized he couldn't bring himself to let this sexy, busty beauty turn into a mindless cum-dumpster. He had to find another way.
In the living room, Ethan sat at the dining table, eating pieces of cumin steak. Tsubasa was happily grilling more steak nearby. Grilled steak was a top-tier midnight snack, and since Ethan loved meat—especially fried or grilled—he didn't bother asking her to cook anything else.
As he ate, Ethan watched Tsubasa's back, thinking about how to persuade her. The saying "no field is ever plowed to death, only the bull dies of exhaustion" didn't apply to Ethan. His concern was that if he really lost control, he would break her. But he couldn't say he "couldn't keep up." Not only would she not believe him, but Ethan's pride would never allow it.
"Master, everything you asked for is grilled. Do you need more?" Tsubasa walked over with three steaks. They had showered, but this seductive little vixen was now wearing nothing but a pale pink apron.
The classic naked apron play.
To heighten the stimulation, she had specifically put on stockings and high heels. After finishing the steak, Ethan leaned back and watched her tidy up the dishes. He wondered if she was being this bold because she knew Meguri Tomoe wouldn't leave her room, or if she simply didn't care.
Tsubasa moved through the kitchen completely exposed from the sides and back, the white stockings and pink apron fueling Ethan's rising desire. He stared at her "Absolute Territory"—the soft flesh of her thighs just above the stockings. When she leaned over a cupboard to put away a plate, her naked, soaking wet garden was clearly visible.
She was clearly provoking him. She sensed his hesitation and guessed it was for her well-being, but she felt she could handle anything. If she was going to become a "slutty doll," she didn't mind as long as it was for Ethan.
Seeing her dripping, pink petals, Ethan's blood boiled. His rod stood at attention, thick and angry. Just as he was about to lose control and take her right there in the kitchen, a bolt of lightning struck his mind.
Wait, isn't there another beauty waiting for her turn?!
If he rotated between the two of them, he could avoid going too hard on one person while maximizing the effects of the Dual Cultivation. Even though they had agreed on one day each, looking at how hungry Tsubasa was, Ethan knew she would agree to share the time. It meant she could be satisfied for two days straight without the risk of breaking.
Ethan lunged forward, hugging Tsubasa from behind and pressing his hot, rigid member between her thighs. He slid one hand into the apron to cup her heavy breast while the other stroked her flat stomach.
"Tsubasa, let's go get Meguri. If we do it this way... then..."
After hearing the plan, Tsubasa's eyes lit up with a surprised smile. This was perfect! But would Meguri agree? She turned around, gripping Ethan's waist. "Ethan, I want that too! But will Meguri say yes?" In her excitement, she even forgot her "Master" roleplay.
"Go ask her. If you have to, beg her~" Ethan chuckled. He suspected Meguri was also eager to start, though she might be too shy to do it together.
Tsubasa bit her lip and gave him a flirtatious glare. She wasn't about to refuse a "command."
"Let's do it one more time first..."
"No. I'm afraid you won't have the strength to walk to her room if we do."
Tsubasa pouted but obediently went to knock on Meguri's door. Inside, Meguri Tomoe was blushing furiously, her hand sliding inside her panties as she imagined the sounds she had been hearing. The sudden knock startled her, but a surge of expectation followed. Is Ethan ready for me?
"Meguri, are you asleep?"
It was Tsubasa's voice. Meguri felt a mix of relief and disappointment. "Tsubasa? I'm awake. Is something wrong?"
"Can I come in? I want to discuss something..."
Meguri realized she hadn't locked the door. Tsubasa walked in, saw her friend's state, and shared the plan. After a few minutes of hushed conversation, Tsubasa came back out alone, looking a bit disgruntled.
"What's wrong? Did she say no?" Ethan asked.
"She agreed," Tsubasa huffed. "But she has conditions. She doesn't want us to be in the same room. She wants you to run back and forth between us. And since I already had my turn and we've both showered, she says it's her turn to start the rotation."
Ethan understood why Tsubasa was annoyed—she had to wait again. But the logic was sound.
"Tsubasa, go wait in your room for me."
Ethan walked toward Meguri's bedroom. He took a deep breath. Separating them was actually easier; switching between being Tsubasa's "Master" and Meguri's "Sweet Younger Boy" would be a headache in the same room.
Click.
The door opened to a scene of pure eroticism. Meguri Tomoe's pink hair was spread wildly across the bed. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in lust. One leg hung off the bed, and she was using her fingers to pry open her own dripping, pink garden, digging inside herself.
Ethan's rod jumped. He swallowed hard and watched. Knowing Ethan was coming, Meguri had already started her "preparations." But her fingers were too thin; the stimulation wasn't enough.
Hearing him, she stopped and raised a leg clad in a black thigh-high stocking, extending it toward him. Then she crossed her legs provocatively.
"E-than~"
Meguri's eyes were burning. "Why are you staring at my legs? If you call me 'Big Sister,' I might let you touch them~~"
She uncrossed her legs and used her flexible toes to hook the waistband of Ethan's boxers, pulling them down. Once he was exposed, she pressed the warm, soft sole of her black-stockinged foot against his angry cock.
Ethan felt a jolt of pure pleasure. He took a breath, letting his gaze soften and his aura become that of a boy who wanted to be "bullied." He even used his shapeshifting talent to make himself look slightly smaller and younger—about fourteen or fifteen.
"Ngh..." Meguri's breathing quickened at the sight of the "vulnerable" Ethan.
"Meguri... Big Sister Meguri..." Ethan whispered with a slight tremble.
Meguri stared at him, trying to maintain her "Mature Sister" persona while her heart raced. She pressed her foot down harder, her toes teasing the head of his cock. Then she slid her foot down, rubbing her sole against his balls. The friction of the silk stocking against his scrotum made Ethan gasp.
"Big Sister... what... what do you usually like to do?" Ethan asked, playing his part perfectly.
Meguri's foot worked more vigorously. She gave him a slightly disdainful, dominant smile. "What do I like? I like to cook."
"But... you've never made a lunch for me..." Ethan sweated, his face flushing with excitement.
Meguri pressed her foot down hard on his balls, sending a wave of delicious pain and pleasure through him. She used her toes to pinch and roll his testicles, enjoying the sight of his "distress."
"Oh? I like to cook, but why would I waste it on a little pervert like you?"
"Ngh... I'm not... please believe me... Big Sister..."
"Ara, does that mean you want to do even more perverted things?"
Meguri's toes, now damp with the fluid leaking from the tip of his cock, climbed back up to the head, grinding against the sensitive slit. She wrapped her arch around the shaft, sliding up and down, while her heel bumped against his balls.
"Big Sister... your foot..." Ethan's voice was broken. Seeing her smug expression, he decided to "collapse," falling onto the bed with a look of helpless submission.
Meguri's eyes curved into a delighted smile. She crawled over him, her black-stockinged legs pinning his arms down. She leaned in close, the scent of her arousal hitting him.
"You really are a little pervert who loves feet, aren't you? Let Big Sister take care of you properly."
She lowered her head, but instead of using her mouth, she used her breasts to sandwich his cock, sliding them up and down the length while her stockings rubbed against his thighs. Ethan moaned, his "younger boy" act threatening to break under the sheer intensity of her "care."