Four-Way Confrontation (2)
Alice's bombshell of a statement blew my mind clean out of my skull. Are they competing over who's done it with me the most? Why the hell was something like that coming up all of a sudden?
I barely managed to pull myself together and take stock of the room. Alice wore a peculiar expression. The Vice President looked as deadpan as ever. And the President had a hand over her mouth, her eyes sparkling with undisguised fascination.
President, why do you look so interested? Why are your eyes glittering like that?
"Hmm~ Is that so?"
Alice lifted her gaze just slightly and slid her eyes over to me.
I swallowed hard. I couldn't help it — not under a look like that.
"Jojun. You did it that day, didn't you?"
"D-did what?"
I tried to answer her interrogation like a normal human being, but I bit my own tongue instead. Damn it.
"That day. You know the one. The first day you met the President."
"Khack!"
I had been keeping my face perfectly neutral. That one sentence punched a hole straight through it.
"I had a feeling that was the case."
"How did you even know?"
I was already caught, so I asked. How on earth had she leapt from that conversation to this conclusion?
"That day just felt off, that's all. You're always sneaking little glances and trying to do 'it' with me — but that day you were way less into it than usual."
A genuine chill crawled down my spine. Had Alice already been measuring my lust gauge and using it to reverse-engineer my relationship with the President?
"And then there was the day you got dragged into the Otherworld. I came onto you outright, and you agonized over it, turned me down, and went home anyway. I already thought, Ah. He's going to see the President."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't stop it. How well did this girl actually know me? She had been onto me since the day I received a blowjob and a paizuri from the President and the Vice President. I had never even imagined it.
"When I secretly followed you that day and confirmed you were meeting the President, I really thought the sky was falling."
"I'm sorry."
It was my fault. Alice almost getting dragged into the Otherworld had been entirely because of my negligence.
"Well. You were meeting the President — but it wasn't that kind of meeting, like I'd thought. Right?"
"R-right."
That day I had been purely trying to stop the Otherworld. Granted, I had stolen a few glances at the President's enormous breasts and at the Vice President's seductive lips — the same lips that had wrapped around me — but that was force majeure. Completely unavoidable.
"Anyway. After the Otherworld incident that day, once I heard that you 'know the future to some extent'… I had no choice but to give up."
"Uh… give up on what?"
I asked it with my head bowed, guilt sitting heavy on my shoulders.
"Just… I realized you were too big for me to keep to myself."
Alice went on, a dangerously attractive smile curving her mouth.
"It's not for nothing the President keeps going 'Savior, Savior.' You're the most important person for saving this world, and the President and Vice President are already talents every guild out there is desperate to poach. It made me look back at myself and wonder what I even am."
"Alice."
I cut her off, firm.
"I told you. You just haven't finished growing yet. You're definitely first-rate—"
Alice plugged my mouth with a finger.
"I know that."
So it had just been my own worry. The moment I saw that confidently smiling face, I understood. What Alice was about to say was not self-deprecation. It was a declaration.
"That's why I wanted to say this again."
She turned to the President and the Vice President.
"Later on I might not be able to play this nice with you two. I might get really, really greedy. When that happens, you can't get mad at me, okay?"
The President smiled at her, soft and warm.
"You're such a wonderful person, Alice~"
"Indeed."
Rebecca nodded, endorsing the President's words without a flicker of hesitation.
"Kh— Alice!"
I'm a terrible person. I had hidden things from a girl this kind and snuck around behind her back enjoying myself. From this moment on, every last one of my secrets was getting fully disclosed to Alice. No exceptions.
"So, President. You don't have to keep your distance from Jojun like that. Not for now, anyway."
Alice said it with a sly, knowing smile, as if this was the line she had been waiting to deliver all along.
"Was it that obvious~?"
"Yes. Very."
Huh? The President was keeping her distance from me? Since when? I hadn't noticed at all.
"You really are Jojun's childhood friend~"
The President murmured it with something like envy, then met Alice's eyes with a look of resolve.
"Then I'm allowed to be properly spoiled by the Savior from now on, right~?"
"Yes."
Alice and the President held each other's gaze for a long moment. Then they both smiled, and both looked away at the same time.
"Well then, I'll be heading out now~"
The President scraped her chair back and stood.
"President, thank you for your hard work today, please get home sa—"
I hurried up out of my seat to see her out. Alice caught my wrist.
"Jojun. You go too."
"Huh?"
"Go home."
"No, I'll just walk the President to the front and come back to do the dishes—"
Alice's crimson eyes flashed, sharp as a blade.
"When I tell you to go today, you go."
"Yes ma'am."
I let her push me out without another word of protest, and left her house together with the President and the Vice President. The hallway, steeped in pitch-black dark, sensed our movement and snapped the lights on overhead.
"You both worked hard today, President, Vice President."
I offered them that much and started toward the elevator — and then a hand closed around my wrist. The same wrist Alice had just been holding. The President had stopped me.
"President?"
I turned my head, the question already in my voice. And there she was, standing under the hallway light, both cheeks painted a shy, deepening pink.
"Um…"
"Um… would it be alright if we had some ramen at your place tonight?"
Bianca buried her face in her collar and squirmed, looking so embarrassed I thought she might fold in on herself. My hand left the elevator button of its own accord, found the front door, and opened it.
"Welcome."
The President hurried inside with tiny, bashful steps. The Vice President followed right behind her. I shut the front door, and there was the President in the middle of my place, cheeks burning, fidgeting in place like she had no idea what to do with her hands.
She was insanely cute. Which is exactly why my cock went rock hard on the spot.
"Oh my!"
The President gasped at the bulge pushing out the front of my pants, and her blush went even deeper. That's my anaconda for you. The size of my other self straining against the fabric was something I took a considerable amount of pride in.
"Straight to the main event?"
Rebecca said it evenly — and slipped her top right off. A blue bra that matched her short blue hair cupped breasts of a modest, pleasing size, and below them the smooth, lewd curve of her midriff caught the light. My anaconda swelled even larger at the sight.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"President, Vice President — shall we head to the bed first?"
Cock still straining, I politely opened my bedroom door and ushered them through. The moment they stepped inside I lunged at Rebecca, pulled her into my arms, and claimed her lips.
She took the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world, and when my tongue pushed in after, hers came up to meet it and tangle. A warm, soft, filthy sensation bloomed through my mouth and rang all the way into my skull. Our saliva mixed, hot and slick, and the kiss was a drug — I lost myself in it and sank deeper.
"Hah… hah…"
We only broke apart when we were both out of breath. A silver thread of heat stretched wetly between our lips.
"President. Come here."
"Y-yes~"
She had been standing a little apart, cheeks flushed, staring at us like she couldn't look away. At my words she edged closer, hesitant, and offered her mouth. I pulled her into my arms without a second of hesitation and sucked her lips in.
They were the same kind of lips — and they felt nothing like Rebecca's. Tasted nothing like Rebecca's. I drank Bianca in greedily and dragged my tongue through the inside of her mouth.
"Nnh…"
A thin moan, and her lips parted as if granting permission. I pushed my tongue in deep and hunted for her soft one. Her sweet scent filled my nose at this distance, and the wet, warm slide of our tongues together was at once unbearably sweet and unbearably filthy.
"Pah."
We kissed until our lungs gave out again, and when we parted a silver thread drooled down between us. The shy girl from a moment ago was gone. Bianca looked at me now with heated, hungry eyes, like she already wanted more.
"I'm taking this off, President."
She was only wearing a cardigan. I lifted it and peeled it away without any trouble at all.
Her breasts spilled free — that magnificent pair, impossibly large and still impossibly firm, a vision of sheer generosity. I stared in something like reverence.
Oh, God.
My hands reached out before I could think and took hold of the miracle. Extreme softness and a dense, springy give, existing in the same handful. I was gone. Both hands came up of their own accord and started kneading, squeezing, working her breasts like I had been put on this earth to do exactly that.
This softness. This density. This was a miracle.
"Hahhn?!"
A startled, heated moan spilled out of her. She was feeling it from something this simple? The TreeWiki entry had been right — Bianca's erogenous zone really was her chest.
That was when Rebecca slipped in behind me, undid my zipper, and drew my pants down. Her fingers hooked my waistband next and tugged my underwear down over my hips with practiced ease.
My proud cock sprang free and stood throbbing in the open air.
"After last time — after I received Jojun's desire — I anticipated something like this might happen. So I did a little studying in advance."
She reached back, unhooked her own blue bra, and pressed herself flush against my back. The soft, bare give of Rebecca's breasts flattened against my skin, vivid and warm.
"Please enjoy the President's breasts. I shall relieve your desire from here."
Her hand came around from behind and closed around my cock.
"Ngh?!"
A shiver — prickling and delicious — ran all the way down to the base of my spine.
"Pay it no mind. Simply enjoy the President at your leisure."
One of Rebecca's hands wrapped gently around the head; the other began stroking the shaft in firm, even pulls.
"Jojun…"
I was already losing myself in the electric pleasure, a moan leaking out of me, when the President quietly took my hand and guided it back onto her own breast.
"More, please…"
Her face was full of raw, burning want. I unhooked her bra in a hurry and put my mouth to a ripe, pink nipple, sucking it in soft and deep.
As if still bashful, her inverted nipples refused to show themselves. Fine. I would just have to work for it. I rolled one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and, on the other, licked gently into the recess and sucked, slow and patient.
"Ahn?!"
A filthy little moan from the President.
"Ngh?!"
I made a sound of my own — because the handjob Rebecca was glued to my back delivering had just caught me completely off guard. This was not the handjob she had given me before. You could feel the studying in it. Leave it to the endlessly competent Vice President to take one lesson and come back this much better.
A few minutes of toying with the President's breasts, and her nipples slowly, shyly peeked out. I caught one still-timid bud between my lips and bit down gently, savoring it.
"Hahhn?! Jojun!"
She moaned and crushed my face into her chest. Even better. I buried myself deeper and kept going.
"I'm going to come!"
From breast play alone. What a filthy, magnificent body she had. Not that the Vice President working me from behind was any less filthy — her technique had my orgasm rushing up already.
Fine. If we were going, we were going together. I changed tempo, sucking hard and hungry where I had been gentle, and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it.
"Hngh! Hngh!"
Her moans came faster. Almost.
Behind me, Rebecca must have felt how close I was. She picked up the pace, the friction turning wet and relentless. Wet sucking, skin on skin, the lewd sounds locking together — and then.
"Haaahn♡"
"Ngh!"
The President and I came at the same time. Semen pulsed out of me in thick spurts, soaking the hand Rebecca had wrapped around the head. A clear thread of fluid dripped from under the President's skirt.
"Hah… hah…"
She stood there drawing shaky breaths, legs trembling, riding out the aftershocks. I did the same, a bright electric thrill still climbing my spine.
"How was it?"
Rebecca whispered it against my ear. That cool voice sliding in close was all it took. My cock throbbed back to life and stood at attention in the open air.
"It was incredible. So now."
I stripped my shirt off.
"Let's get to the main event."
It was time to enjoy the main dish.