Makoto smirked as he wiped his softened cock on Mika's face. "You and Ayane can clean each other, Yuna." He looked at Mika with mischievous eyes. "And you'll clean me up, Mika."
"ME?!" Yuna shrieked in pure disgust. "You want ME to clean up THIS walking hentai trope?!" She pointed a trembling, cum-splattered finger at Ayane. "She's the one who wanted to perform! Let her lick it off herself!"
Ayane laughed and turned to Yuna with a condescending smirk. "Don't worry, you're my little-sister-in-law now," she purred with mock sympathy. "Your big sis will take care of you." Before Yuna could react, she leaned in and licked a thick stripe of cum from Yuna's cheek. She swallowed with an audible gulp, never breaking eye contact.
"Mmm," Ayane hummed. "He tastes better on you." Yuna froze, her entire body rigid, face turning crimson. She looked completely defeated.
Meanwhile, Mika didn't flinch as he dragged his semi-soft cock across her cheek. A calm smile graced her lips. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the gesture like it was the most romantic caress in the world.
"Of course, Makoto," she whispered worshipfully. "It's my pleasure."
She opened her eyes, sparkling with gentle affection. With almost terrifying reverence, she took him into her mouth again. Her tongue worked gently, methodically cleaning every drop from his skin.
Makoto groaned as he pulled back. "You did a good job, Mika." He ran his hand through her hair fondly. "I'll let you and Yuna put that collar on me next time, as your reward."
Mika's eyes lit up with a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the room. "Really?" she breathed, voice shaky. "We can really do it?" She looked like a child being handed the keys to the candy kingdom.
Yuna, who had been standing there sputtering, finally rebooted. "HEY!" she barked with possessive fury. "That was MY reward! For winning the insult contest!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Mika. "You don't get to share! The collar is MINE!"
Mika smiled sweetly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "But Yuna-chan," she said softly. "You heard him. He said 'me and you.' It's plural." She turned to him with mischief in her eyes. "That means we both get to put it on him. And we both get a leash."
Makoto sighed. "Fine, fine. We can decide later." He looked at all three. "I suggest we rest and order some pizzas. I'm too tired to cook now."
"Pizza?" Yuna's face scrunched in disgust. "Pizza is what you eat when you've given up on life. It's fat people's food." She paused, then added grudgingly, "But if we're getting it, I want extra cheese and sausage."
Ayane, who had finally finished licking Yuna's face clean, grinned. "I'm in. As long as we get meat lovers. And maybe some breadsticks for dipping."
Mika, who had been quietly cleaning herself up, nodded. "That sounds lovely. A nice, quiet evening for just the four of us." She looked around at the discarded clothing, the lingering smell of sex, and the three nearly naked women who were now officially his harem.
"This is nice," she repeated with a small smile. She snuggled up to him, the picture of domestic bliss. "I think I'm going to enjoy being the second wife."
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Makoto threw on a shirt and answered it. He returned with pizza boxes stacked in his arms. The smell of greasy cardboard and melted cheese filled the apartment.
The three women were now loosely draped in blankets, a tableau of post-coital laziness.
Makoto asked as he set the boxes down onto the floor, "Want to plan for the next convention? We've already got a Shinobu and a Nezuko." He grinned at Yuna and Mika. "Do you want to join, Ayane?"
"Join?" Ayane's eyes lit up. She sat up, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders. "I finally got invited this time." She thought happily.
"Are you kidding? Of course I'm gonna join." She looked from Yuna to Mika, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "If Yuna-chan is the Insect Hashira, and Mika-chan is the cute demon sister..." She paused dramatically. "Then I will be Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira."
Yuna froze with her hand halfway to a pizza slice. "Absolutely not," she snarled. "You can't be a Hashira, that's my rank. You can be one of the butterfly girls, Aoi. The one who does laundry."
"Oh, I don't think so," Ayane said, her smile impossibly sweet. "Mitsuri's uniform would be perfect for me. It's very open. Don't you think so, Makoto?" She leaned forward, giving him a clear view of exactly what she meant.
Mika took a delicate bite of pizza and chewed thoughtfully. "I think it's wonderful. A Hashira should have another Hashira to spar with. It keeps them sharp."
Makoto chuckled and bit into a breadstick. "You would look good in that. Especially your... assets." He glanced at Yuna. "It would be fun to do it as a team, don't you think? Like our last sleepover."
Yuna glared at him with pizza halfway to her mouth, cheeks puffed out in grumpy indignation. "A team activity? You mean where I did all the work, and Yuna got all the attention?"
But his words, combined with the hovering of a breadstick near her mouth, seemed to work. The murderous glint in her eyes softened slightly. "...Fine," she muttered grudgingly. "She can be the Love Hashira."
She took a vicious bite of pizza. "But," she added, pointing a greasy finger at him, "you're not allowed to be Tanjiro, or Zenitsu, or any other main character, big bro."
She looked at Ayane and Mika, then back to Makoto, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "You are going to cosplay Muzan Kibutsuji."
Her eyes sparkled wickedly. "The big evil final boss who gets ganged up on by all the cute girls at the end."