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Scrub, scrub. The bristles of Renako’s toothbrush roll across her gums in practiced circles, the minty paste foaming in her mouth. She blinks slowly, eyes unfocused, vaguely registering the blurry blonde beside her at the sink.
She spits her toothpaste into the bowl and watches the faucet rinse it down the drain. Running her tongue over her teeth, she blinks again, and Mai’s reflection glitters, her profile outlined like that of a newly unlocked character. She snags a wipe from the packet on the counter to clean the makeup from her face, and, resolving not to bother her, Renako ambles behind her and waddles toward the door.
Hand on the knob, she halts when Mai stoops and presses a kiss to her cheek. Renako swivels, face burning red hot where Mai’s lips touched her, and Mai doubles down, leaning forward to claim Renako’s mouth, tasting the mint on her lips.
Renako succumbs to it, closing her violet eyes and parting her lips as Mai kisses her adeptly, smiling into the embrace.
Their lips separate with a fleshy pop, and Mai turns to the mirror to resume her task.
Renako feels like she’s sleepwalking as she trudges into the bedroom, its cozy fabrics and draperies compensating for the overwhelming size of the space. Ajisai is occupied inside the walk-in closet, humming a tune in a tender near-whisper while she slips into a sheer nightgown—and wow, someone should warn her how tempting she looks. Is the punishment for defiling an angel eternal damnation? Because Renako is willing to risk hellfire for another chance to touch those boobs—
“Rena-chan?” Ajisai calls upon seeing her frozen in the threshold. Renako staggers into the closet and yanks a drawer open to collect a set of pajamas, ignoring Ajisai entirely for the sake of protecting her innocence. A little too late for that, Renako muses, but she catches her train of thought spiraling and shakes her head to clear it. Renako changes into her pajamas, clothes rustling in the quiet, and exits the closet after Ajisai, who dithers in the otherwise empty bedroom, tapping her fingers together sheepishly.
“Ajisai-san?” says Renako. She breathes deeply to keep from trembling as she gently takes Ajisai’s hands, her thumbs caressing the lines etched into Ajisai’s palms.
Ajisai peers into Renako’s eyes. With Mai, Renako has to tilt her head back to make eye contact, but Ajisai matches Renako’s height. Her eyes lock onto Renako’s and refuse to let go; that is, until she sways forward, soft brown hair curling over her shoulders, lashes fluttering when her eyes shut. First her little nose nudges Renako’s cheek, and she breathes a stilted sigh against Renako’s lips, and then Ajisai. Kisses. Her.
Renako is a sucker for Ajisai’s kisses.
It’s no secret. She freezes, then melts into it when Ajisai’s slender fingers squeeze her hands. Ajisai makes the cutest noise against Renako’s mouth, reluctant to end the kiss yet too shy to keep going. She draws back with her huge chest heaving and a stuttered sigh escaping her lungs. “Ajisai-san,” Renako blubbers, on the verge of sobbing from the blessing that is a kiss from her angel, “you’re so cute I could die.”
“Don’t die!” Ajisai says playfully, releasing Renako’s hands to spring into bed. The frilled hem of her nightgown spills across the satin sheets. She rests her head on a pillow and extends both arms, making grabby hands at her girlfriend. “Come to bed, Rena-chan,” she beckons, her candied voice impossible to elude.
Renako climbs onto the mattress, crawling for what feels like ages toward Ajisai. The bed is massive. Soon she settles down at the center, and Ajisai tucks into her side, fingers toying with the messy tips of Renako’s bubblegum hair. Just when Renako closes her eyes to enjoy the peace, a feisty cat or some other adorable creature skitters out from under her hiding place beneath the bed and leaps on top of her, her slim thighs bracketing Renako’s hips.
“Kaho-chan!” Renako splutters. Kaho flashes her a peace sign and a wink, her little fang poking out over her lip when she grins.
“Ahoy, Rena-chin!” Kaho squeezes Renako’s chest in greeting, cackling when Renako shrieks in protest. Surrendering, Kaho abandons her position straddling her and flops down onto the sheets, wriggling between Renako and Ajisai and, once she’s made a home there, rolling onto her side to make the little spoon to Ajisai’s big, curling up and dragging Ajisai’s hand around her waist to urge her to hug Kaho from behind.
Mai pads into the room and dims the lamp on the nightstand. Wearing a camisole and little shorts, she slips into bed, her hair braided down her back to prevent it from tangling overnight. She lies down facing Renako, her beautiful face pillowed on her hands. Renako reaches out to touch her, fingertips skimming along Mai’s bare arm, rewarding her tired smile with timid affection.
Sometime late the bedroom door clicks open again, and a figure cloaked in shadow glides toward the closet. The air from the vent blows the curtain open, and a sliver of moonlight illuminates her. Satsuki strips each layer of clothing from her frame, unaware that her girls are watching her; her fingers pry the buttons of her shirt undone and she tugs her arms out of the sleeves, exposing her black lace bra and identical panties.
“Hey, Saa-chan, is now really the time to seduce us?” Kaho pipes up from the bed, her cheek squished against Renako’s shoulder. “You’ll give poor Rena-chin a nosebleed.”
Exasperation dusts Satsuki’s face rose in the moonlight, and she crosses her arms over her torso, long fingers blocking her chest. “That’s a ridiculous accusation,” she bites, dark lashes shadowing her cheeks when her eyes close, brows knitted. “I wouldn’t.”
Ajisai twirls a lock of hair around her finger and argues, “In Kaho-chan’s defense, you are wearing lingerie.”
Satsuki casts a bewildered glance at her outfit. “This isn’t…” But her lacy underwear and black thigh-high stockings betray her. Scowling, she wrestles a robe around her shoulders and ties the sash at her waist, shrouding her skin in silk.
“There, there,” Mai teasingly soothes her, masking a titter behind her knuckles. Then she extends a hand for Satsuki to take. “Join us, dear.”
Satsuki rolls her eyes, though her blush deepens, and the moonbeams expose her abashment. She slips her hand into Mai’s and revels in the weight of Mai pulling her into bed. Satsuki reclines on her back in the spot between Mai and Renako and folds her hands atop her stomach, staring at the ceiling, wordless. She senses them closing in but makes no move to escape. Mai’s lips press to her right cheek, and after a moment, Renako’s push to her left, spoiling her.
“Enough,” Satsuki says, shoving their faces away with the backs of her hands.
“No way!” Kaho chirps. “I wanna kiss Saa-chan!”
“Absolutely not,” Satsuki rejects her, but Kaho is already climbing across the bed to reach her, elbows stabbing Renako’s stomach and punching the air out of her lungs. Ignoring Renako’s garbled moan of pain, Kaho crawls into Satsuki’s lap, short fingers teasing the sash of her robe.
“I super-duper love you, Saa-chan,” Kaho coos, “and you too, Mai-Mai.” She makes a kissy face at Mai, who at first pats Kaho’s head and then indulges the urge to caress her, stroking her straight, bright hair until Kaho purrs with delight.
The bedroom door creaks open one more time, and Hanatori pokes her head through the crack. “It’s late, ladies,” she reminds them. “You ought to sleep soon.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Renako blurts. Her friends—sorry, her girlfriends—never cease to overwhelm her.
Kaho delivers Hanatori a flawless thumbs-up and snuggles into Satsuki’s side, leaving Ajisai space to cuddle Renako. As the clouds dim the moonlight through the window, the girls’ voices rise one by one from the pillows.
“Sweet dreams, Renako.”
“See you in the morning, Rena-chan.”
“Goodnight, Amaori.”
“Sleep tight, Rena-chin!”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Hanatori recites, equal parts comforting and sinister, and then the door clicks shut.