I watched Aoi and Homura disappear down the street, then turned and began walking back to my apartment, carrying two bags of takeout omurice.
As I climbed the metal stairs, I could already hear sounds from inside: the thud of a heavy bass line from some pop song, and what sounded a lot like giggling.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The scene waiting for me was chaos, pure chaos.
Miki was in the middle of the living room, wearing one of my oversized t-shirts and her own frilly pink panties, practicing dance moves. Akane was on the floor doing push-ups, dressed in a sports bra and shorts, sweat glistening on her brow.
They both froze the moment I walked in, their eyes lighting up.
"Master! You're back!" Miki chirped.
"Finally!" Akane grunted, pushing herself up. "Food! You bring food for us? Are you ready for the fight, Master?!"
They looked at me, then at each other, a competitive fire burning in their eyes. They'd been hyping each other up for this all night. My "tough fight" was about to begin.
"Here, eat first. It's from that omurice shop near Homura's house," I said, handing them the bags.
I looked around my messy apartment. "So, what did you two get up to while I was gone?"
Akane practically ripped the bag from my hands, her fighting spirit momentarily forgotten by her hunger. "Ooh, omurice!" she mumbled through a full mouth. "Thanks, Master! Homu-chan's got good taste!"
Miki took her container much more delicately, sitting cross-legged on the floor. She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, but I could see the mischief behind them. "What did we do? Oh, nothing much, Master. We just explored a little. To get to know you better."
Her vague answer was immediately blown up by Akane, who pointed a sauce-covered spoon at my bedroom. "We had a pillow fight on your bed to warm up! And Miki went through your closet and said all your clothes are boring!"
"Akane-chan!" Miki gasped dramatically. "I did not! I just said Master's wardrobe could use a little sparkle! Besides, you were sniffing his pillows like a total weirdo!"
"I was not!" Akane shot back. "I was just… checking for dust mites!"
They bickered like sisters. After they wolfed down their food, they both stood up and faced me, their expressions turning serious again. Dinner was over.
"Alright, Master," Miki said, striking a cute, fighting-idol pose. "The pre-match meal is done."
"Yeah," Akane added, cracking her neck. "Time for the main event."
They were both looking at me, waiting for the rules.
"Well, well, it's a two against one fight," I said, a smirk spreading across my face.
"First team to cum twice, loses. And I'll be turning into a beast tonight, so…" My tentacles slithered out from my back, not sharp and deadly, but smooth and teasing.
They caressed the girls' faces and thighs. "…try to work together and don't lose too fast, okay?"
My rules were met with identical, predatory grins.
"Oh, Master, are you sure you can handle us?" Miki purred.
"Heh. Don't worry, Master," Akane growled. "We won't go easy on you!"
In a flash, they were on me. Akane, with her raw strength, tackled me backward onto the couch. Her body pressed me down, her mouth crashing onto mine in a fierce, demanding kiss that tasted like omurice and pure power.
At the same time, Miki scrambled onto the couch beside me. Her hands were everywhere, unbuckling my belt and yanking down my zipper with an eager, practiced haste. She freed my already hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it with a possessive grip.
They were working together with terrifying efficiency. I was pinned, being kissed senseless by one while the other had me in a death grip.
"How's that for the first attack, Master?!" Akane panted, breaking the kiss.
"Round one will go to us, I think," Miki looked up from my lap, her eyes glazed with lust.
My tentacles weren't idle. Two of them snaked around Miki, lifting my t-shirt over her head. Another two deftly unhooked Akane's sports bra, freeing her firm, athletic breasts.
"Round one, my ass," I giggled, sliding my tongue into Akane's mouth. "It only counts when someone cums."
My tentacles, which had been stripping them, now went on the attack. A slick tendril slid between Akane's legs, its tip rubbing slow circles against her clit through her shorts.
Another did the same to Miki, the warm, magically produced lube instantly soaking the thin fabric of her panties.
"Eep! Master, that's… that's cheating!" Miki cried out, though her hips were already starting to twitch.
"D-Damn you…" Akane panted. "You… you fight dirty…"
I decided to press my advantage. Two more tentacles snaked out, one flicking insistently over Miki's already-hard nipple, the other doing the same to Akane. The dual assault made them both cry out.
Their coordinated attack was falling apart.
"Too weak," I taunted. "Looks like you both need more training before you can handle my tentacles."
I reversed our positions, pinning Akane beneath me on the couch and ripping her shorts off. "Gonna devour you first, former Luminous Ruby," I said in a comically evil voice.
"Oh yeah?" she shot back with a breathless, challenging laugh. "Think you can take me on, Master?"
"Don't forget about me, Master!" Miki cried from the side. She scrambled over, pressing herself against my back.
"While you're having your appetizer… I'll get the main course ready for you." She leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over my balls before she took them gently into her mouth.
"Damn, good move, Miki..." I grunted, rubbing my tip against Akane's entrance before pushing all the way in. "Bet you never imagined losing your first time like this, huh, Luminous Ruby?"
"Hah! 'Losing'?" she panted, a savage grin on her face. "This isn't losing, Master! This will... contribute to our winning later!"
I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her hot, tight cunt. She groaned, a raw, guttural sound of pure pleasure, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me even deeper. "Y-Yeah… that's it, Master! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
She met my thrusts with a powerful, bucking rhythm of her own, a frantic energy that threatened to make me lose control right then and there.
At the same time, Miki continued her slow, devoted work from behind. The room is filled with the sound of slapping skin, wet noises, and Akane's shameless, enthusiastic moans.
"Geez, you two are putting up a good fight," I groan, trying to pull my cock out, but my waist is held in place by Akane's grip.
"I'm cumming. Gonna cum so hard, Master." Akane screamed, her body convulsed, her inner muscles milking me for every last drop. The moment she came, her cunt clenching hard against me, making my cock throb.
I grunt and shot my first load deep inside her. Akane throws her head back, her face a mask of pure, unrestrained ecstasy. "Feel so good, Master... My head is all... mushy now!"
Score: Me - 1, The Fallen Stars - 1
Miki, sensing I was done, pulled back with a satisfied smirk. She crawled up my body and perched on my chest, looking down at the panting, shuddering forms of me and Akane.
"My, my…" she purred. "Looks like the beast has been wounded. And little Ruby has fallen."
She looked at Akane. "Don't worry, Akane-chan. You did a good job. I'll avenge you!" She leaned down and gave me a deep, languid kiss, a clear sign that she was now in control.
"Damn," I returned her greedy kiss while keeping an eye on the recovering Akane. "Looks like it's you and me now, Miki."
"That's right, Master," Miki whispered against my lips. "Just you and me to decide the fight. Let's see if you have anything left." She took my now-softening cock in her hand.
Her touch was different from Akane's. It was skillful, teasing.
"Don't worry," she purred. "I know how to get you ready for round two. I've been practicing." She took me into her mouth, her technique polished and perfect. It was a slow, deliberate performance designed for maximum effect.
Despite just finishing, I felt myself hardening again under her expert touch.
"Damn it, you're not the little girl who begged me to stop anymore, are you?" I grunted, fighting back by letting my tentacles tease her face and breasts. "I don't remember Kyoko's idol training including… this."
Miki giggled around my cock. "I'm a fast learner, Master. Kyoko-san teaches us how to captivate an audience. I'm just… applying my lessons."
She leaned in again, her mouth wrapping against my cock, but this time, something was different.
"Chu... gulp... guh... Your cock tastes salty, Master." A faint, sweet aura began to radiate from her. It was her power. She was weaving her dark magic into the act, flooding my mind with a wave of pure, obsessive adoration.
My thoughts turned to mush, replaced by a deep, primal need to please her.
"Shit, using your power is cheating, Miki!" I grunted, my control shattering. "I didn't even use my tentacles' full power!"
As if hypnotized by her magic, I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, my second and final climax erupting. I flood her mouth with my hot, thick seed.
Score: Me - 2, The Fallen Stars - 1
A triumphant, muffled moan escaped Miki as she swallowed greedily, not spilling a single drop. The wave of adoration she was projecting vanished, replaced by a look of pure, smug triumph.
She won the battle and brought me to my knees.
Miki pulled back, panting slightly, her face flushed. "Cheating? Master, all's fair in love and war. And this was a little bit of both." She licked my cum off her lip, leaned over and gave me a soft, victorious kiss on my chest.
From the side, a sleepy voice piped up. Akane was stirring from her daze. "…Did we win?"
Miki giggled, running a hand through my hair. "We won the match, Akane-chan. Your sacrifice was worth it. It was a good fight."
"Fine, fine, you two won the battle," I pouted, pretending to be sad. "But cheaters need to be punished!"
I pulled Miki into my lap and gave her ass a playful slap.
Miki yelped, a sound that was half pain, half delighted laughter. "Eep! Master! But we won fairly! You didn't say we can't use our power!"
"Yeah! Punish the cheater!" Akane cheered, now wide awake. She crawled over and slapped Miki's other buttcheek.
"Hey! Two against one! That's not fair!" Miki squealed, laughing.
My "tough fight" had ended. The three of us were a tangled, happy heap on the couch, the apartment filled with the sound of laughter, playful smacks, and fake protests.