Chapter 11

Yurina had never moved so quickly in her life. Within a split second, the three of them were scrambling off the bed, pulling on clothes, and arranging pillows to make it look like someone was sleeping. The rattling of keys was the only warning before the door swung open, and Serena stepped in, her face half-lit by her phone screen.

Serena paused, her eyes flicking from the scene before her—her two friends standing awkwardly by the bed—to Yurina, frozen in place, halfway through pulling on her pants.

Laughter erupted from Serena, loud and raucous, as she doubled over, struggling to breathe. "Did I—did I walk in on a threesome or something? Oh my god—" She clutched her stomach, laughing harder. "I just came back because I forgot a couple of things. I didn't think I'd see a porno play out in front of me."

Yurina wanted to sink into the floor. How could this get any worse? Serena managed to catch her breath, her shoulders still shaking with the occasional giggle as she straightened up.

"Anyway, I'm leaving. Don't stop on my account." She grinned wickedly, grabbing a few items off the nightstand and stashing them in her purse. With a wave and a wink, she spun on her heel and left, closing the door behind her.

Yurina crashed face-down onto the bed, covering her head with a pillow and praying she could somehow suffocate herself. Groaning in agony, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Please tell me I'm still asleep, and this is just some weird-ass nightmare." She started mumbling to herself, a mantra of "This isn't happening" and "Please let me die."

"Well, that was a mood killer." Daiya sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his messy hair. He looked as frustrated as she felt, but at least he seemed more amused than anything.

"Are you okay?" Shigeru asked, sitting down next to her. Yurina didn't move, the pillow still covering half of her face.

"No." She wasn't sure if the word came out muffled, but he seemed to understand. His hand soothingly rubbed her thigh, somehow making her feel better. She peeked out from under the pillow, sighing heavily, trying to will away the burning heat in her face.

"It could've been way worse," Daiya said, leaning over to poke her forehead. "I mean, she could've walked in while we were fucking."

"Daiya, really." Shigeru sounded mildly annoyed. Yurina could almost hear the eye roll.

"I'm just saying! It would've been worse if she saw us balls-deep in her." Daiya grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Right?"

"I hate you." Yurina's voice was muffled again, but it sounded defeated, resigned. Daiya laughed, and Shigeru sighed, both of them clearly trying to find some way to diffuse the tension.

She didn't know what to feel or think, but the adrenaline from earlier had started to fade, and the reality of what had happened—or nearly happened—began to sink in. "Why was I sleeping with the two of you?" She sat up, the pillow still clutched to her chest and looked at them accusingly. "I mean, seriously, why?"

"We found you asleep at your desk," Shigeru explained. "You were out cold until you got up, mumbling for us to lay down with you."

"Wait, I said what?" She felt a fresh wave of embarrassment. "You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me you're joking."

They couldn't possibly be serious, but looking at their expressions, she knew they were telling the truth.

"Nope. You practically begged for it, baby. You said, and I quote, 'lay down with me.'" Daiya's imitation of her sleepy mumbling was terrible, but she still couldn't believe the words had come from her mouth. "And who were we to deny such an invitation? So we got into bed, and then..." He grinned, winking at her suggestively.

"And then we fell asleep," Shigeru interjected, shooting Daiya a sharp glance. "But, you know, we woke up, and it just... sort of happened."

"Yeah, yeah, that." Daiya nodded, his smile never faltering.

"And then Serena walked in," Yurina muttered, finishing the story for them.

"And then Serena walked in," they repeated in unison.

The three of them sat in the awkward silence that followed. Daiya scratched his neck, glancing at Shigeru, who was still looking at her. "Look," he said finally, breaking the silence. "What do you want us to do? Leave, stay...?"

Stay. The word popped into her head immediately, surprising her. She was supposed to be studying, working hard, and not letting herself be distracted by...sinful thoughts. And here she was, sandwiched between two incredibly handsome guys who clearly had more than a casual interest in her. "I...I don't know." She looked away, avoiding their eyes.

"What are you thinking, freshman?" Daiya leaned closer, his voice low and suggestive, like he already knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted them to touch her, kiss her, and do whatever the hell they had been doing before.

Her face was hot, her breath quickening, and her mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. What was she doing? What did she want? The heat that had started building again in the pit of her stomach wasn't making it easy to think straight, but one thing was clear—she didn't want to let them go. "Don't go," she blurted out, the words escaping her mouth before she could stop herself.

A small, triumphant smile crept onto their faces as they shifted closer, surrounding her once more. Daiya leaned in, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and whispered, "Your wish is our command."

Daiya pushed her back onto the mattress as they positioned themselves on either side of her again. Their mouths, hot and insistent, found her skin, trailing kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, and over the soft swell of her breasts. It was as if nothing had interrupted them. Fingers slipped past the band of her underwear, tugging them down and away.

She lifted her hips to help them. "Take yours off, too," she murmured, her hands sliding up their shirts and pushing them higher. Moving in unison, they stripped off their clothes in record time, scattering them haphazardly on the floor.

"God, you're beautiful," Shigeru groaned against the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. His hand slid lower, between her thighs, cupping her. "And you're fucking soaked." She whimpered as his fingers parted her folds, his thumb pressing against her clit.

"S-Shigeru..." Her breaths were coming in quick, short bursts, her chest heaving.

"Fuck her already," Daiya growled, his hand gripping his hard, leaking cock. "Or let me do it." Their eyes locked on Yurina, waiting for her answer, ready to fulfill her desires.

"I-I..." She took a shuddering breath, her mind hazy with pleasure and need. The thought of feeling both inside her at once overwhelmed her in the best way possible. Quietly, she shifted on top of Shigeru, brushing her hand against Daiya to silently invite him to join. The two men seemed to understand her intentions, ready to pick up where they had been interrupted.

"You sure about this, princess?" Shigeru murmured, kissing her shoulder as his hands rested firmly on her hips. She nodded, unable to trust her voice. Shigeru was the first to push inside her, his thick cock stretching her deliciously. She gasped as she felt Daiya's length press against her entrance, trying to fit.

The tightness made it difficult at first, requiring extra effort and pressure, but eventually, Daiya slid inside, both men bottoming out. Yurina felt utterly stretched, filled to the brim, and they hadn't even moved yet.

"It's alright, baby," Daiya murmured, pressing soft kisses along her spine. "We've got you. Just breathe, okay?"

"Just tell us if it's too much," Shigeru added, his fingers threading gently through her hair as he kissed the tip of her nose and along her jaw. Their attention, care, and reassurance were overwhelming in their tenderness, making her heart flutter.

They began slow—achingly slow—which was a good thing, given how tight and full she already felt. Gradually, their rhythm picked up, and their labored breaths and low grunts filled the room. The initial discomfort gave way to a blissful fullness that made her crave more.

Shigeru held Yurina securely, his strength supporting her weight as they moved together, thrusting in tandem. Daiya's hand gripped her ass, kneading it as the wet slap of their movements echoed around them.

"H-Harder," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Please."

"You heard her," Daiya growled, increasing his pace. Shigeru matched him, their movements growing harder and faster until the headboard slammed against the wall. Embarrassment over the noise or the risk of being caught vanished, lost in the all-consuming pleasure.

"I have to pull out—I'm gonna—" Shigeru groaned, slipping out of her and thrusting between her breasts. He came with a shuddering cry, thick ropes of cum painting her skin. His body trembled as he caught his breath, brushing her damp hair from her face. "Hey, Daiya, make her come, too. She's been a good girl."

"She has been," Daiya agreed, landing a sharp smack on her ass that made her cry out and buck her hips. Shigeru kissed her lips softly, smirking against her skin before trailing more kisses along her face. Meanwhile, Daiya pounded into her relentlessly, his hand occasionally striking her skin again.

The coil in her belly tightened with every thrust and flick of Shigeru's fingers against her clit. "Come for us, baby," Shigeru whispered. A few more thrusts and she was pushed over the edge. Her body convulsed, toes curling as waves of ecstasy surged through her.

Daiya followed shortly after, his thrusts erratic as he pulled out and spilled onto her back. "Holy fuck," he groaned, trembling as he came down from his high.

She collapsed against Shigeru, her face buried in his neck, utterly spent. His hand cradled the back of her head and kissed her damp hair. Daiya leaned over, bracing himself on the mattress, his breath still ragged. The three of them remained there for a moment, catching their breath.

"I think I died and went to heaven," Yurina murmured, muffled against Shigeru's neck.

"That was fucking hot," Daiya chuckled breathlessly, rolling onto his back and stretching.

Shigeru laughed softly, pressing another kiss to her hair. "I have to agree, princess. I don't think I've ever come that hard."

A faint thought about needing to shower crossed her mind, but her body felt too heavy to move. Shigeru noticed and nudged her gently. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up." He carried her to the bathroom, where they stepped under the warm cascade of water, letting the steam wash away the remnants of the night. For now, none of them worried about what would come next.