Chapter 3

When she stepped back inside, the music hit Yurina like a tidal wave. Everything was brighter and louder—her skin felt electric, every nerve buzzing with an odd intensity. She could feel the bass reverberate through her chest, the pounding rhythm syncing with her heartbeat. The room seemed to pulse with her; everything felt so... alive.

She swayed slightly as she moved through the crowd, the heat of bodies surrounding her blending with the warmth coursing through her veins. Everything felt both soft and sharp at the same time. Her fingers brushed against strangers as she passed, and fireworks ignited under her skin.

It took her a moment to spot Daiya and Shigeru. They were still lounging in the same spot, looking as relaxed as ever. Surprise lit up their faces, and their eyes flicked toward her as she approached.

"Holy shit, she's back," Daiya said, his deep voice smooth and sultry. His eyes traveled over her, lingering on her flushed cheeks and half-lidded gaze. "You good?"

Yurina blinked slowly, a lazy grin tugging at her lips. "I think... I think I'm high," she confessed, giggling at how strange the words felt rolling off her tongue. Everything felt so light as if her entire body were floating. Is this what ecstasy feels like?

It was weird but in a good way. Every touch, sound, and breath seemed to vibrate through her, making her hyper-aware of everything: the way Shigeru's eyes narrowed in on her, the way Daiya's lips curled into a smirk, the heat of the room, the feel of her clothes sticking to her skin—it was all too much and yet not enough.

Daiya laughed, the sound deep and rich, washing over her like warm honey. "No shit," he teased, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You look like you're flying right now."

"Flying..." she echoed, her fingers absentmindedly trailing along the edge of the couch. Yeah, that sounded right. Her body felt so light, so airy. Everything felt good. And their voices were doing something to her—something that made her skin tingle and her stomach twist.

Shigeru's hand slid to her thigh, his fingers pressing gently into her skin. The touch sent a shiver up her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Daiya's hand followed, tracing the inside of her other thigh, his lips brushing the top of her hairline as he whispered, "You're sensitive now, aren't you?"

Heat pooled low in her belly, her heart racing faster. Was this the ecstasy? Or was it just them? It didn't matter. Every inch of her body was on fire, and the way they touched her—so soft, so teasing—made it worse.

Shigeru pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his hand slowly moving higher up her thigh. "You like it, don't you?" Yurina nodded, biting her lip as she let out a shaky breath. This was insane. But she couldn't bring herself to care, lost in the sensations, in the way their hands roamed her body, their lips ghosting over her skin.

"I feel..." She trailed off, breathless. "I feel like... dancing." The urge hit her out of nowhere. She needed to move, to let the music take her.

Daiya chuckled, his fingers still brushing against her thigh. "Dancing, huh?" He exchanged a look with Shigeru, and both were amused by how she acted. "Alright, we'll dance with you."

Shigeru stood first, offering her his hand. "Come on, princess. Let's see what you've got."

Yurina took it, and the three of them made their way into the crowd, her body swaying to the rhythm. God, this feels so good.

The music wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a cold day. Her head spun most blissfully as Shigeru led her deeper into the crowd. Her body moved naturally, flowing with the rhythm with them. Shigeru's body pressed against hers from the front, his hands firmly gripping her hips, guiding her movements as they danced. She leaned back into Daiya, who was just as close, his hands resting on her waist.

Everything was too much and not enough at the same time. Their hands, their touch, the way their bodies moved with hers—it all felt like heaven and hell combined. Shigeru pulled her closer, his face inches from hers, the heat of his breath fanning over her lips. His grip on her hips tightened as he rocked against her.

Behind her, Daiya's lips grazed her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. He pressed soft, teasing kisses along her jawline, down to her collarbone, making her wetter than she'd ever been. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as his hands slid down to her thighs, squeezing gently, pulling her even closer. She was sandwiched between them, trapped in the warmth of their bodies, and it felt... intoxicatingly good.

Shigeru was the first to lean in, his lips brushing against hers in the softest, most teasing way before finally closing the gap. The kiss was slow and languid, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth.

Daiya wasn't far behind, his lips continuing their assault on her neck, sucking and biting lightly, drawing a moan from her that spilled into Shigeru's mouth. Every second was pure, unfiltered bliss, and she never wanted it to stop.

Her eyes caught Wataru staring from across the room. He wasn't just watching casually; he was studying her, his intense, one-eyed gaze burning into her. The faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and it only fueled her. Typically, she might have shied away, but now? Now, she stared back at him boldly, her body responding to the hands on her with unfamiliar confidence.

The sight seemed to affect Wataru, a heat flickering in his eye. Something about it thrilled her, and the sensation shot through her body—everything felt bolder, brighter, more intense.

Finally, Wataru pushed himself up from his seat and went to where they were. He reached them, and before anyone could react, his large hand wrapped around the back of Daiya's head, pulling him back. In one swift, shocking move, Wataru captured Daiya's lips in a rough, searing kiss.

Yurina's breath caught in her throat, and Subaru didn't waste a moment, kissing her harder, his hands pressing against her waist. The sight of Shigeru and Daiya sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and soon, everything became a blur. It turned into a whirlwind.

Shigeru pulled back from Daiya, turning his attention to her, his hand still gripping the back of Daiya's skull as he shifted focus. Now, he was kissing Yurina. His grip was firm as his hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his tongue slid against hers sloppily.

Through the haze, the dynamic shifted—Subaru's lips left hers, and soon, she felt his hands moving toward Daiya. Daiya, caught off guard by Shigeru's sudden kiss, didn't resist. In fact, he leaned into it, letting Subaru take control as their lips met with a feverish passion.

She didn't know where to focus—the feeling of Shigeru's tongue exploring her mouth or the sight of Daiya and Subaru practically making out.

Shigeru finally pulled back, lingering close, his breath warm against her face. "Feeling worked up yet?" he asked, his tone low and husky. She nodded silently, too consumed by the dizzying rush of sensations to speak.

Sex wasn't exactly new to her, but her few experiences had been awkward, lacking the intensity she'd expected. This was different—nothing like how they all made her feel now.

Daiya leaned down, resting his chin atop her head, his arms draped casually over her shoulders. "We should get out of here," he said, the look on his face making it clear he wasn't asking.

Some of her knew that leaving with them would mean crossing a line, but another part, caught up in the moment's rush, didn't care. Maybe this was the freedom she needed—the chance to let go and live a little. And if that meant following them out of the club, so be it.

"I'm down," Subaru said, his arm slipping back around her waist.

"Whatever," Shigeru grunted, kissing Yurina again as if marking her.

Before she could fully process it, they were all leading her out, their hands steadying her steps as the beat of the music faded into the background. Subaru glanced at Daiya. "Call your driver or something, man."

"Don't boss me around, fuckface," Daiya shot back, though he was already reaching for his phone. Standing behind her, he leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder as he typed. "You'll thank me later, princess," he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin and making her heart race faster.

Within minutes, a sleek, black car pulled up to the curb. She barely registered its arrival before Daiya guided her toward it, his hand firm but gentle on her back as Subaru and Shigeru flanked her on either side.

Inside, the backseat was dim, and with the partition up, they had near-complete privacy. Subaru leaned back, his arm stretching across the backrest behind her, his fingers grazing her hair.

"Guess we'll keep this party going," he murmured with a smirk, pulling another pill from his pocket. The little tablet gleamed in the low light as he held it out to her, his eyes glinting with mischief. "One more for the road?"

Caught up in the moment, Yurina opened her mouth slightly, letting Subaru place the pill on her tongue. His fingers brushed her lips, sending a shiver through her. She swallowed it down, anticipation building.

Daiya was next, taking his own pill before leaning in close, his breath hot against her cheek. "You're gonna love this," he whispered, his hand squeezing her thigh.

Shigeru downed his pill with a grin, then grabbed her chin, turning her face toward him as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Yurina was practically buzzing when the car pulled up to Daiya's apartment—a sleek, modern penthouse.

The apartment screamed luxury, but she barely had time to take it in before they led her to the bedroom.

She was pushed onto the bed as soon as the door closed behind them. All three of them hovered over her, their eyes raking over her with a hunger that made her heart pound. Licking his lips, Subaru moved first, his hand sliding up to take hold of her waistband.

Immediately, he went in for the kill, pressing his lips against her dripping wet cunt. The sudden contact had her gasping, her back arching as he began lapping at her with the flat of his tongue. "Damn, that's hot," Daiya muttered, watching the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk. He leaned in closer to Yurina, taking it upon himself to slip off the straps of her dress, exposing her soft breasts. "I bet you're sensitive here, too, right?"

Her nipples were already hard and aching, and when he began rubbing his thumbs over them, teasing and pinching lightly, she couldn't help but moan. But even with all the pleasure, she still noticed the smell of fresh cigarette smoke—Shigeru must have lit another one up. "Y-You must be a hefty smoker," she commented, trying to mask the tremble in her voice as Subaru and Daiya's mouths went to work on her.

Wataru chuckled as he leaned over her face, one of his hands hanging onto his belt. "Open your mouth." She did as he said, and the taste of nicotine flooded her senses as he blew the smoke directly into her parted lips. "Don't complain, you like it." She did like it, and the rush of the drugs in her system only made everything feel more intense. Every little thing, touch, and sensation was all heightened and amplified.

All of a sudden, she felt something that wasn't a tongue playing with her clit. She looked down to see Shigeru using his fingers to press on her swollen nub, and she could already feel her orgasm building. "I think you're ready for me. Aren't you, baby girl?"

Vaguely, Yurina could hear the sound of a zipper being undone.

She sat up, leaning back on her elbows to watch as Shigeru freed his cock from his jeans. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, his dick standing erect and proud, already glistening with precum. Embarrassment visibly crept on the tips of her ears as she eyed his length, and a small whimper escaped her throat. "I-Is that supposed to go inside of me?"

"How fucking cute. She's embarrassed," Wataru laughed, gripping the back of her head, gently pushing her forward until she was face to face with Shigeru's girth. "Go on, suck him off."

Daiya was there to help her, positioning himself behind her, his chest pressed against her back. He leaned forward, his breath warm against her ear. "Just relax, princess. I'll help you out." He took her hand and wrapped it around Shigeru's thick shaft, and she could feel it throbbing against her palm.

The heady scent of his arousal filled her senses, and the realization of what she was about to do made her body ache with need. She parted her lips and ran her tongue along his tip, the taste of his precum salty on her tongue. She continued licking him, swirling her tongue around his head, and when he let out a moan, she knew she was doing something right.

Shigeru's hand rested on her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. He began slowly rocking his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. The more she sucked, the harder he became. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip tightening on her hair to the point that it hurt a little. "That feels so fucking good, baby."

Behind you, Daiya began rubbing her clit, the sensation making her moan around Shigeru's cock. He pressed a kiss to her neck, whispering in her ear, "Doesn't it feel good to have his cock in your mouth, princess? You like sucking him off, don't you?" She moaned in response as if to confirm his statement.

Wataru, not wanting to be left out, was already pulling out his cock, and he wasted no time in pressing it against her cheek, making her pull away from Shigeru. "Get to work," he grunted. Yurina could tell by his tone of voice that he was getting impatient.

"What the fuck, man? I was enjoying myself," Shigeru huffed.

"I don't give a shit. You had your turn," Wataru said with a smirk. He pushed his cock against her lips, and she opened her mouth obediently, letting him slide into her wet heat. Pacing herself, she sucked him off while her hand stroked Shigeru's hardness. Just as salty as the last one, the bitter flavor of precum hit the back of her throat.

At some point, Wataru realized that he needed to be inside of her now, and so, with a groan, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Heavily, she gasped for air, not used to having a mouth full of dick. "I wanna fuck your brains out," he said, forcing her back onto the bed with her ass in the air, his hands rough on her thighs as he cupped the meaty flesh of her bum.

Her legs trembled, and she felt herself getting wetter as he positioned himself at her tight entrance. "Hold on! Shouldn't we use a condom or something?" Yurina wasn't a stranger to sex, but she had never gone bareback, and the idea of it made her nervous.

Ignoring her question, he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, sliding the tip along her folds. She could feel the heat radiating from his erection, and it was driving her crazy. Her body was screaming for him to fuck her, but her mind was still trying to hold onto what little sanity she had left. "I-I'm not even on birth—"

"Keep talking, and I'll make sure to leave a fucking mess in there." At least he was generous enough to ease himself in slowly, the stretch of his cock making her whimper so prettily. "Fuck. She's tight."

"Don't break her," Daiya teased. "If you're too rough, she might not be able to take the rest of us."

"Yeah, yeah." Wataru rolled his eyes, but he didn't stop. His cock felt incredible inside of her, filling her up and stretching her out. He was thick and heavy, and she could feel him pulsing against her walls. He moved his grip from her ass to her waist, holding her in place as he started to thrust.

There was no helping the cries and moans that slipped past her lips. She'd never been fucked so good, and it was taking all of her self-control not to scream out. Each stroke was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. She wondered if it would ever feel the same with any other guy, and something told her it wouldn't.

The way Wataru was fucking her, it was like he was trying to ruin her. She could feel his cock hitting the deepest parts of her, his grip bruising her as he pounded into her relentlessly. "Damn," he cursed, his pace quickening. "You're taking my cock like a fucking pro."

Slapping the side of her ass, his fingers dug into her flesh, leaving her sure that there would be a mark or two there later on. As soon as she felt like she was on the cusp of orgasm, he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed, and she was left wanting more.

He moved aside, letting Daiya take his place. She barely had a moment to catch her breath before he was inside of you. Sinful pleasure rippled through her body as his cock slid against her silky walls. His cock was hitting just the right spots, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to release all over again.

Until he, too, pulled out, leaving her wanting and desperate. "I don't think I'm lasting much longer," he chuckled. "I almost came right then and there."

"You're such a wimp," Wataru scoffed, but even as he said it, his cock was twitching with need. Spitting in his hand, he rubbed it on his shaft, and the sight of it had her squirming.

When Shigeru was finally allowed his turn, he switched things up a bit. He flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs wide. "I want you to look at me when I fuck you," he said with a grin, positioning himself between your thighs. Slippery and wet, he eased himself inside of her with ease, his cock filling her up so completely that she yelped in pleasure.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pumped into her, his hips meeting hers in a steady rhythm. Being that she was already sensitive and pent up from her previous two rounds, it didn't take long for him to get her right back to the edge of climax. As she neared the peak, she felt herself start to fall, her walls clenching around Shigeru's thick shaft, squeezing him with everything she had.

"Oh, shit. I think she's squirting on me," Shigeru groaned, and it was only then that she realized that she had wet the bed. It was a lot more than just cum, and the humiliation of it was enough to make her hide her face. It felt like she was pissing herself, and she could feel the damp sheets beneath her.

"I—I'm sorry," she said, but they didn't seem to care. In fact, the three of them found it to be a huge turn-on, and Shigeru didn't stop, even when her body went slack, too spent to do much more than lie there and take a beating. It was the first time he'd ever felt a pussy gush on him like that, and he could feel himself getting close too. 

"I'm gonna come." He pulled out just in time, spurting his hot, sticky load all over her stomach and breasts. He didn't stop stroking himself until he'd emptied every last drop, and even then, he still looked unsatisfied. Both Wataru and Daiya followed suit, though Wataru took it upon himself to finish in her mouth while Daiya opted to paint her face. And when it was finally over, Yurina was left covered in their cum, her skin slick and shiny, and she could barely move a muscle.

"I think we broke her," Daiya teased, poking the tip of her nose, causing a bit of Wataru's load to drip from her face. "She's all limp and shit."

Wataru smirked and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Are you still alive? Or have you gone comatose?"

"I'm alive," she grumbled, and they all laughed at how tired she sounded. She'd been pounded into oblivion and back, and she was sure she'd feel it in the morning, but for now, she was happy.