The Car Ride To Campus is a Wild One, Young Man!

What. The. Hell.

Seated closest to the console, Panthera shot a wink toward the white-and-black oracle sphere nestled in the ceiling's corner—NEOS's ever-watchful surveillance node.

Then, with a single flick of her fingers, the car's volume muted, and the front cameras blinked offline.

Kirie tensed. That… felt like a setup. Before he could voice his suspicions, a bulky yet deceptively gentle arm draped over his shoulder.

"Relax, Pink Boss..." Kelly's voice was smooth, warm, and entirely too close. With another casual flick of her fingers—his suspenders snapped loose. Kirie's breath caught. "We only bite if you want us to~"

He never considered how easily those things came off—not until now. The difference in their scents hit him all at once.

Panthera's was sly, intoxicating—a mix of wild musk and sharp allure, something dangerous yet impossible to ignore. It coiled around his senses, commanding him to recognize her as a woman, despite her tomboyish demeanor.

Kelly's, by contrast, was soft and floral, deceptively light—yet suffocating in its own way. Like vines slowly wrapping around him, impossibly strong, yet carrying the promise that resisting was futile.

The car hummed beneath them, gliding effortlessly down the highway. And Kirie? He was completely trapped.

"Mhm. Just relax." Panthera parroted, leaning down on her stomach from the comfortable velvet-lined seat and putting her firm breasts on his thigh. It only took minimal effort to expose his junk, tucked beneath a protective jockstrap that hid the true size of his manhood.

"Big Boss' got our monetary payment on lock, but this, well," The redhead's eyes light up at the sight of his solid tower. It was so thick and tall that she got cross-eyed trying to parse just how she'll take it into her mouth. "This' our payment from you."

She'd look at Kelly, who took her satisfaction to coddling Kirie under her solid stature and firm hold, asking wordlessly to let the her take the first shot, to which the kind giant would nod in agreement.

"Mhm. Just relax." Panthera purred, her voice rich with amusement as she leaned down, propping herself up on her stomach against the velvet-lined seat. Kirie stiffened. Quite literally.

The subtle press of her firm chest against his thigh made heat coil in his stomach, and before he could even process what was happening, deft fingers had already made quick work of the last barrier shielding him from their hungry eyes.

His jockstrap—once a faithful guardian of modesty—was tugged aside with ease. Panthera's golden eyes gleamed as she took in the sight before her.

"Big Boss keeps our monetary payments locked in, but this… well." She whistled, her cocky smirk faltering for just a second as she tried—and failed—to take in the full scale of her 'compensation.'

"Damn." Her pupils narrowed slightly, flicking between him and the sheer girth before her, as if her brain was struggling to calculate just how the hell she was supposed to handle it. A slow lick of her lips. She turned to Kelly, the silent question clear in her expression.

Kelly, content in her role as Kirie's human fortress, simply smiled—a warm, knowing curve of her lips—before giving a single, approving nod.

Panthera's grin sharpened. First claim was hers.

"Let's dive straight in..." Panthera pulls the skin of his meat to reveal that thick, glistening tip, already responding to Panthera's firm, calloused touch and light breathing. Her thin, smirking lips wrap around the frenulum and slurp silently, feeling air cool down his sensitive crown blend with the moist, inner cheeks collapsing down on all sides.

"Ahh...! P-Pan...!" Kirie's light voice goes airy as a gasp gets wrung out of him, his stomach going aflutter in contention with the ramping upeat of his heart. One woman was already intense, but two, conspiring at the same time!?

Just as he was trying to wrap his head around the situation, Panthera took that moment of confusion and descended down his girth, hitting the back of her throat at the fifth inch before gagging.

"Mpph... schllp...! Kff, kff...!" Despite the resistance, the hurdle, the sharp-eyed woman did not let go of his popsicle.

This mysterious, peach-like flavor, unlike any other man she's handled, it was invigorating to drink. Every gulp felt like a cold water dousing her parched throat.

Carefully moving her mouth, the woman was able to barely avoid her uvula by pumping her head up and down, using her split-tongue to assail two sides of his tip at once.

"W-wh—mmmpnh!"

Kirie's muffled protest was swiftly swallowed, his confusion deepening as a second pair of lips claimed his own. Kelly. Warm, plush, and utterly consuming.

Her tongue pressed into his mouth with slow, syrupy intent, drawing him into a kiss that was deep, sticky, and impossibly possessive.

She moved deliberately, savoring him, clinging to him—as if she wanted to drown him in her touch. Meanwhile, Panthera worked him over in sharp contrast.

Her approach was hungry, unrelenting—her tongue quick, wide, and eager, mapping out every inch of him she could reach, lapping him up as if trying to claim territory.

Kirie couldn't even writhe under the intensity—not with the way Kelly's solid frame encased him like a living fortress, all muscle and warmth, wrapping around him like an inescapable cocoon. A wet, obscene gulp.

Panthera's cheeks hollowed as she forced the last inches down, her throat clenching around him in rhythmic, needy swallows. It was like swallowing an uncut futomaki roll—thick, firm, impossibly full.

She could feel every pulse, every twitch deep in her throat, each throb sending a shudder down her spine. This strawberry-like natural scent from him had always been a mystery, one that she was throat-deep in.

Every gulp and strained breath only stoked the fire within her, the heat pooling low, liquid and insistent, seeping between her thighs.

She's never been one for sweet things, more for the savory foods in life, but this, this was like a palette cleanser. An addictive one.

Kirie tried to reach for Panthera's shoulders, but before he could, Kelly intercepted—seizing his wrists and guiding them beneath her own chest. Soft. Far softer than he expected. For someone built like a fortress, Kelly's breasts were surprisingly plush, molding perfectly against his shoulders. Warm. Heavy. They fit against him with an almost unnatural ease, as if they belonged there.

This was his first time feeling a woman's chest this closely. He never realized just how abundant Kelly's were—not until now. Not until the heat of them bled into his skin, soaking through his nerves, burning into his memory.

Even Panthera's, spilling over his inner thighs, couldn't compare. Hers felt like slime; soft, yet firm and elastic.

His heart pounded, cheeks burning, his breath unsteady. Then—a sudden chill. A cool cloth traced along his cheek, gliding slowly down to his neck. Kirie shuddered, the contrast sending a sharp tremor down his spine.

Panthera took him to the base, her experienced throat flexing to accommodate every inch—until her lungs finally gave out.

"C-cumming…!" Kirie's gasped warning came too late.

Panthera's amber eyes widened, caught off guard with no breath left to spare, her throat locked tight around him just as he spilled deep inside. Thick. Overwhelming. Endless.

It poured down her throat in heavy pulses, coating every inch of her swallowing muscles, forcing her body to work overtime just to take it all in. Every inhaled breath was saturated with his scent.

So much so that when she exhaled, small bubbles formed at the corners of her lips. How much had he given her? A mug's worth? More?

For a full minute, she couldn't even speak, too preoccupied with swallowing every last drop, her body shuddering from the sheer depth of his release.

Only then did Kelly finally pull away, freeing Kirie from a kiss that felt like an eternity. Her tongue left a phantom imprint against his own, the taste of her still lingering—a permanent brand in his memory.

"Pwah...!" Kirie was gasping heavily after a double assault. His eyes dart around from the ceiling, looking at the digital clock, seeing how much time has passed. Five minutes. Panthera had a big, greedy smirk on her face, laced with ropes of semen.

"We got enough time, boss. We got other mouths for you to pay."

Kirie gulped, his breath hitching as another shiver ran down his spine, feeding the fire burning low in his gut.

Having to "pay" two women who had come onto him in just fifteen minutes? The sheer absurdity—and thrill— of it made his pulse spike.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to sit upright—or as much as he could with Kelly's arms cradling him like a prized possession.

"We—"

"Young Master? Kelly? Panthera? Come in."

A stern voice cut through the intercom, sharp as steel. Freda. Kirie froze, his entire body tensing.

"Tsk." Panthera clicked her tongue in irritation, but she didn't hesitate.

With one fluid motion, she pushed aside the folds of her kimono, revealing the damp fundoshi beneath—its fabric already steaming from arousal.

The instant her scent reached him—bright, citrusy, intoxicating—his body reacted, his length twitching, already weeping in anticipation.

Without missing a beat, she pressed the mic button.

"Yep, we're here, Freda. Anything up?"

The second the connection cut— Panthera sank down.

"Just wanted to ask why we can't hear or see anything from back there."

Her folds parted effortlessly, wrapping around his aching tip, smearing him with liquid heat. Every drip that spilled from her kissed his length in raw, slick reverence, the sensation sending a violent shudder up his spine.

"Ah, must've been a lil' accident. NEOS', couldja?" Panthera'd wink at the camera.

Kirie gritted his teeth, trying—and failing—to keep control. But it was useless.

"Mhm! Commencing emergency repairs; I'm gonna snoop around and poke around for a little bit, sit tight everybody!" And with that, NEOS fakes a booting sound for Freda's convenience.

"Alright. Sit tight and be alert, everyone. We may have a futuristic car that can defend itself, but it's not invincible."

"Got it, Knight Boss~" Kelly responds with a cheerful drawl before Panthera closes the mic again.

He was getting swallowed again—but this time, by something far hungrier. Her walls pulsed, coiled, gripped him like a vacuum desperate to be filled.

If she wanted it—

Kirie would deliver.

"P-Pan...!" Even through the loose folds of her kimono, a distinct bulge pushed outward at her stomach, proof of just how deep he reached. Eight inches buried to the hilt.

Kirie's sheer girth stretched her to the seams, his tip pressing flush against her cervix, sending shockwaves through her core.

"Ghhk... Harder than pulling Kelly with my chains..."

Panthera scoffed, her breath coming heavy and uneven, chest rising and falling as she tried to acclimate to the overwhelming fullness.

It felt like being filled beyond capacity, stuffed to the very edge of what her body could handle—but better. Much, much better.

"Hfff... This is what I was promised… even better…!" Even just breathing made her walls convulse, clenching down around him involuntarily.

Each pulse of her heat milked his length, the slight curve of his tip pressing directly against her deepest point—but grazing a golden spot just above it.

Her eyes fluttered, rolling upward with every accidental nudge against it, her grin caught between hunger and blissful surrender.

The thin, plush petals of her sex quivered around his base, tickling him with every subtle movement.

"You're… so tight… Pan…!" Kirie gasped, his abs tightening, the motion making his length throb inside her.

Panthera shuddered, her body instinctively squeezing down in response. Swallowing him whole—for the second time.

"Ya better spill quick, lil' Boss," She'd groan, her voice thick with need, hips rolling with slow, deliberate intent.

Her walls clenched, molded to the shape of him, every ruthless stroke hollowing her out, forcing her to take him deeper, wider—until she was nothing but a perfect fit for him.

Each throb of his cock sent another pulse of heat flooding her insides, precum dripping directly into her womb like molten oil to a fire. And oh, was she burning.

"Shhhhhhiiiit, Kelly..."

That mystical, peach-flavored essence swirled inside her, seeping into her very being—not just filling her, but fortifying her.

A stimulant. A strengthening elixir. A gift meant to be devoured.

"Uhuh?" Kelly leaned over Kirie, resting her chin against his beret, her expression a mix of jealousy and satisfaction.

"Get ready to be… ffff… carved out...~" Before Panthera could question it, Kirie's firm hands slid past her thighs, slipping into the folds of her open kimono.

Then—a sudden squeeze.

His fingers dug deep into the plush flesh of her ass, cupping both cheeks, spreading her just enough to make her twitch. A sharp, unexpected jolt shot through her spine.

Her breath hitched—a rare, unguarded squeak slipping past her lips. Her heart skipped.

What was that? A well-timed counter? No. A perfect one.

"I—I can't cum inside, Pan…!" Kirie's hips stuttered, his breath ragged, but Panthera didn't yield.

Her sculpted hips worked him mercilessly, rolling, grinding, forcing him to match her rhythm—a dance of pure, primal hunger. Her walls clung to him, milking him, as if her body itself refused to let him leave without his offering.

And that scent—that intoxicating mix of sweat, musk, and raw femininity—was suffocating him in the best way possible.

"Treat it like a mouth, lil' boss…!" Her voice trembled with delirious pleasure, husky and commanding.

"Fill me past the brim… it's…" With a sudden, brutal slam, she swallowed him whole, her soaked thighs clapping against his lap, forcing a wet, obscene sound to echo through the cabin. Their combined heat spilled down in thick rivulets, marking her, branding her.

"Your…" Another merciless drop, her walls quivering, squeezing him from root to tip. Her grin stretched wider, wilder, her body drunk on him.

"Duty…!" With one final, devastating drive, she buried him to the hilt, locking him in place.

But Kirie wasn't about to let her have the last move. A growl rumbled deep in his chest. With a sudden, powerful thrust of his own, he drove himself even deeper, grinding into the most sensitive spot inside her, his tip pressing tight against her trembling cervix.

Panthera's breath hitched. Her muscles seized, eyes rolling back, body shuddering violently as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Fff—!"

A broken gasp, then a cry, her fingers digging into his back as her inner walls convulsed—tight, hot, desperate. Her thighs trembled as she came hard, locking down around him like a vice, her body milking him for everything he had. That was all it took.

Kirie snapped.

His fingers dug deep into her plush ass, pulling her flush against him, his hips jerking instinctively as his own climax overtook him.

He thrust once, twice—

Then buried himself as deep as he could go, spilling everything into her.

Thick. Hot. Endless.

Each pulse of release only made her walls tighten more, as if her body refused to let a single drop go to waste.

The sensation was unbearable—yet too perfect to stop.

Panthera shuddered, collapsingagainst him, panting, spent, trembling with satisfaction.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him flush against her heaving chest, her breath hot against his ear.

Kirie's head spun, pulse pounding, muscles twitching from exhaustion. Still, the aftershocks of pleasure rolled through them both, her walls fluttering around him, as if savoring every last inch, every last drop.

Panthera let out a breathy chuckle, dazed yet utterly satisfied. "Hahh… Now that's… proper compensation." She'd roll to the side, legs spread, breasts out, her kimono messy and crumpled, but with a blissful expression.