Makoto was completely trapped now.
Ayane's head rested warm and heavy on one thigh, Yuna's on the other. Mika pressed solid and comfortable against his side. The three of them had turned him into their personal throne, and he couldn't move if he tried.
The opening song of Puella Magi Madoka Magica started playing, deceptively cheerful notes filling the room. Makoto looked puzzled. "Magical girls? I thought you didn't like moe and cute stuff?"
As the anime started playing, he still had no idea what was coming. "That white cat is cute, though. Makes me want to get a plushie of him."
Ayane's body shook with suppressed laughter against his thigh. She didn't lift her head, but he could feel her trying not to giggle too hard.
"You should just watch, you idiot," Yuna's voice rumbled from his stomach, satisfied like a purring cat. "That's Kyubey. And he's very good at making contracts and granting wishes."
She paused, and even though he couldn't see her face, he knew she was smiling that predatory smile of hers. "You should be careful," she added, her voice turning too sweet. "He might just grant you your wish of having a harem."
Ayane finally lifted her head, grinning wickedly. "Yeah," she said, eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you know what the best part about the plushie is?" She leaned in close and dropped her voice to a whisper. "You can punch it as much as you want later."
Mika and Makoto stayed quiet while watching the early episodes, just enjoying how cute everything seemed. He started rubbing and groping Ayane's breasts absently. "Oh, I like that girl named Tomoe. She's exactly my onee-san type, with her big boobs. You should cosplay her sometime, Ayane!"
Ayane sighed contentedly as his hand closed over her breasts. Instead of stopping him, she arched her back slightly to press more firmly into his touch. "Oh, you think so?" she purred. She twisted to look up at him with a brilliant smile playing on her lips. "I like her too. She's so elegant and dependable. A real role model."
She paused, amusement dancing in her eyes. "And she seems like the type who would never lose her head in a dangerous situation."
Yuna's body shook with silent laughter against his stomach. "Yeah," her muffled voice was full of sadistic glee. "She's the best. A total pro magical girl. And she's got a really good head on her shoulders."
Makoto missed the strange tension building in the room. He was too busy enjoying the feeling of Ayane's soft breast in his hand while the third episode played.
Over his head, Ayane and Yuna exchanged knowing looks that would have terrified him if he'd seen them. They looked like cats watching a canary fly straight into a window.
The scene shifted on the TV. Mami was locked in a fierce battle. "Wow," he murmured, completely engrossed. "She's so cool."
Then Charlotte, the dessert witch, lunged. The screen filled with a shocking, brutal image. With a CHOMP, its teeth chew on Mami's head, turning her corpse back into a normal girl.[1]
Silence fell over the room except for the cheerful, discordant music still playing.
...
Makoto groaned. "What the fuck!!? Is that even allowed in a magical girl anime?" His hand froze on Ayane's breast, forgotten in his shock.
"I told you," Yuna whispered from his stomach. "It's a masterpiece."
Ayane sighed softly and patted his hand gently. "There, there," she said in a soothing voice that reminded him of a mother comforting a child. "It's okay. It's just a show." But her eyes glinted with wicked triumph. "You should have seen your face, though."
Mika finally spoke up in her calm, analytical tone. "It's a very effective subversion of the genre's tropes," she said like a seasoned critic. "It uses your expectations of a cute, moe magical girl show to create a powerful sense of dread and despair."
She paused before adding, "Also, the part where she gets eaten is very well-animated. Absolute cinema."
"They were all enjoying this way too much." Makoto cursed.
Makoto kept cursing as the story grew darker and more despairing with each episode. "Shit, that's so fucked up!" He looked down at where Yuna was hiding against his stomach. "I won't let you pick the anime next time, Yuna." His other hand moved to rub and tug at her nipples as punishment.
Yuna squeaked in surprise when his fingers found her nipple. Her whole body jolted as she tried to squirm away. "Hey! Stop that, you pervert!" she yelped, her voice going high and flustered. A deep blush spread across her face, visible even in the dim light from the TV. "You can't just punish me with your dirty hands because you have bad taste in anime!"
But despite her protests, she didn't actually try to remove his hand. In fact, she arched her back just slightly, pressing her nipple more firmly into his fingers without seeming to realize it.
"It's not my fault you're a casual who thought a magical girl show by Gen Urobuchi would have a happy ending," she muttered grumpily. "It's supposed to be fucked up! That's why it's a masterpiece!"
Ayane giggled from her position on his other thigh. The sound was low and full of amusement. "Aww, is the big bad harem king scared of a little horror?" she purred while her own hand started snaking up his inner thigh. "Don't worry. If you have any nightmares, we can all cuddle you until you feel better."
Makoto swatted Ayane's wandering hand away with a smile. He moved his hand from her breasts to fondle Mika's toned ass instead.
Ayane let out a theatrical sigh and swatted his arm playfully. "Hey! What gives?" she complained. "My hand was just getting warmed up. You traded my premium-grade boob for a runner's butt? Tsk, tsk. Your taste is declining." She pouted, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was enjoying the chaos, even when she was on the losing end of a grope.
Mika hummed thoughtfully, still watching as another character spiraled into despair on screen. "Despair is necessary," she said softly. "Without it, hope is meaningless."
When his hand slid down to cup her ass, Mika gasped quietly. She turned and gave him a sweet smile that somehow felt dangerous. "It's very beautiful, don't you think?"
"You should stop that, Mika." He answered softly. "You're giving off yandere vibes with that look and speech."
"Yandere?" she repeated in an innocent whisper. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, though something dark and thrilling sparked deep within them. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm just very devoted."
She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Is there something wrong with wanting to dedicate my entire life to the person I love? To do anything to make him happy?"
Her fingers traced gently over his hand on her ass. "And... to eliminate anyone who gets in the way?" She pulled back with an angelic smile on her face. "That's just normal love, isn't it?"
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