36. Longing for Ira and Cecily (Ira ⭐)
I'd ended up carrying the dead-asleep Fam on my back, so I got back late.
No one was waiting up for me. Were they trying to be thoughtful or something?
I dropped her off in Mizuki's room and headed for Cecily and Ira's room.
Well, it was the same room I'd crashed in last night.
I knocked, but no answer. Had they already turned in?
Light was leaking from the crack under the door. When I pressed my ear close, I heard muffled groans like "mmph, mmph."
The door wasn't locked.
I slipped inside. There was a big lump on the bed, covered by the sheets.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
The groans were coming from under there.
I cautiously pulled back the sheets—and there was a bound pair of massive tits. She wasn't naked; she had her robe on. Gagged, hands and feet tied. But crucially, her chest wasn't bound. Kinda disappointing.
I spotted some spare rope on the desk. Figured I'd use that to tie up her tits proper.
It took a few tries at first, but eventually I got a nice, tight wrap that really emphasized those huge jugs. For the finishing touch, I gave her nipples a good pinch and flick.
"Perfect!"
I was satisfied. Snapped a few pics for the memories. Yeah, I'd crash with Fam and Mizuki tonight.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
The gagged, busty girl was trying to stop me as I turned to leave.
There was a mole under her left eye corner. Left for Myra, right for Ira.
"You can't fool me with a fake mole. You're Ira. Those tits are proof enough!"
I rubbed the mole, and it wiped right off.
"Ira, what the hell are you doing?"
"Mmph! Mmph!"
She was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out. Maybe she needed to pee?
Something felt off about how insistently Ira was groaning. Looking closer, there was a faint trace of a mole where it had vanished.
"Didn't wipe it off clean enough, huh?"
I rubbed the spot again, and the mole sharpened right up.
"...Myra? You mean I read those tits wrong?"
I was stunned. I'd seen thousands, maybe tens of thousands of tits surfing the net back home. No way I'd mess that up.
Myra was supposed to be back at the church by now. But since I'd come back late, I hadn't checked.
Probably Cecily and Ira's doing. I'd wanted to tie things up properly with Myra, but oh well.
I groped her chest. Soft as hell. Definitely softer than Mizuki's.
"Mmm... mmm..."
She let out a groan.
"...You're Ira after all, right?"
I rubbed the mole again. Gone. What a scratch-off game this was turning into.
"Where's Cecily?" I untied her gag.
"She tied me up and left the room."
The second Ira answered, there was a loud thud! It sounded like it came from the closet.
"Poltergeist? This inn haunted or something...?"
I hadn't expected spooky shit like that in this world.
"Nah, you did it yourself, right? The arm ties are way too loose."
"Cecily did it."
"...Okay, let's ask the ghost in this inn. One knock for yes, two for no."
Thud! Thud!
Pretty chatty spirit. Like a Kokkuri game or whatever.
"Ira, you got unfinished business, huh? Keep this up, and I'll have my way with you."
"...I do. But it's fine." Ira nodded.
"Why?"
"Because Cecily slept with you..."
"How does that make it okay?" No clue what she meant.
"Cecily used to sneak sweets to me when I was an orphan. Hers always tasted the best. She'd take me out to play. Everywhere she brought me was fun. Everything she recommended was great."
"Even your ex-boyfriends?"
Ira nodded.
"But Cecily gets bored fast and brings the next recommended guy..."
Thud! Thud! The knocks again.
"But Lead was different. Cecily never got bored, so we could love him together."
"So next up's me?"
"I haven't given up yet. And I hate you. But it's Cecily's recommendation, and I'm tied up so I can't resist."
Maybe she didn't care about guys—she just wanted to be with Cecily. Not as friends, but... like that?
"Mind if I untie you, strip you naked, and retie you?"
Ira nodded.
Thud! Thud! More knocks.
It was ridiculous, but whatever—I'd take it. The ghost said no, but Fam and Mizuki had given the okay.
I leaned in for a kiss, but Ira turned away. I grabbed her cheeks and forced it.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"What?"
"No kissing. Makes me nauseous. Do me from behind."
"But you're tied up—can't exactly do that. I'll stare at your slutty face from the front the whole time. You watch yourself getting railed."
"...Okay."
"No, you're giving up too easy. Put up more of a fight."
I kissed her again. Slid my tongue in, and she dodged like crazy. I chased hers down and forced them to tangle.
"Pha."
We broke for air. But this time, Ira chased after me, pressing her lips back on.
Her tongue invaded. No idea what she was thinking. I got scared and tried to pull back, but she caught mine and wrapped it up.
We went at it thick and heavy for a while before pulling apart.
"Gonna strip you now."
"Nooo."
"You're tied up—resistance is futile."
I undid her ropes and peeled off her clothes. Total theater, but the mood mattered.
A bit plump, but those magnificent tits sprang free.
I went right for them. Ira squirmed hard.
"...You ain't tied yet."
Right. I loosely rebound her arms. Skipped the legs—they'd just get in the way. Redid her tits extra carefully. Snapped a souvenir pic.
"Not too tight?"
"It's fine. Can't resist like this."
I pushed her back on the bed and went in for a kiss. Groped and kneaded her chest.
"Mmm, mmm..."
I latched onto a nipple, and she shuddered all over.
"Touch me more."
Music to my ears. I savored her tits plenty, then trailed my tongue downward. Soft belly. Licked around her navel, dipped in.
"So clean. Cecily wash you up?"
Ira nodded.
"Cecily's an amazing mage..."
Down to her lower belly. Parted her black pubic hair—same shade as her head—and reached her pussy.
Already soaked. Spread the lips and teased her clit.
"Ah..."
"You tried to fool me twice. So I'll make you cum twice."
"...Think you can't."
I rubbed her clit slow and steady with my fingers. It swelled under the attention.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm..."
She groaned like she was holding back. I watched her face, hunting for the sweet spot.
"Agh... mmm."
Kept fingering her pussy while groping a tit. Sucked the nipple.
"N-no, enough... enough!"
She gasped it out like a moan and came.
"Round two."
Ira was panting hard.
"Wait, that's enough, it's trouble."
"No can do. You're tied, remember?"
I buried my face in her crotch. Licked her pussy up this time.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, nooo!"
Shoved fingers in and rubbed.
"Ah, no, aaaaaaaaaah!"
Second orgasm hit quick too.
Did girls feel it different? No refractory period? Or was she faking?
My rock-hard dick pressed to her entrance.
"W-wait, seriously this time."
Forgetting me already? Wanted me to stop?
"What now?"
"Untie my arms."
"Gonna run?"
"It's fine. Tits are tied, can't escape..."
The tit ropes were just for show, no real restraint. But I obliged, and she pulled me into a hug.
I accepted her kiss as I sank my dick into her pussy.
Her walls softly enveloped me.
No tight squeeze, but that sticky, slick softness was next-level comfort.
I nearly blew my load right away.
Her hips started grinding to egg me on.
"Ah... ah... ah... so good..."
Ira moaned.
I thrust back, matching her.
She latched onto the hickey on my collarbone.
"That's Cecily's..."
I nodded. She'd left it earlier.
"Me too... same spot as Cecily..."
I sucked her neck.
Her moans, the slap of my hips against hers, the wet squelches filled the room.
We lost ourselves in it. Drowning in her soft body.
My dick swelled to the limit.
"Ira, I'm..."
"Cum! Cum all inside!"
Her words pulled it out of me—I flooded her pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!"
She arched back, taking it all.
I pulled out after emptying.
"..."
We stared silently, then kissed.
Thud!
Stubborn ghost. I got up naked and yanked open the closet.
Bound Cecily tumbled out.
"..."
Thought she'd say something, but nothing.
Gagged, probably. I ungagged her, untied her tight arms and legs.
"..."
Still silent. Just glared daggers.
Nothing for it—I offered my arm to help her up.
She wrapped around my neck and kissed me fierce.
Pulled back quick, then marched to the bed where Ira lay.
"That's not fair! Mash, you said you were mine! Ira, you said it'd just be us two!"
"If anything, you're mine. You're my slave now, remember?"
Head was spinning, but had to say it.
"I don't care about that! Shut up, Mash!"
"Yes ma'am."
Glared at again. Ira sat up too—damn, pulling sheets over her chest.
"Cecily's the bad one. Sleeping with the enemy. What about Lead?!"
"I'm over Lead. Truth is, I've wanted to break up ever since Ira got with him."
Cecily looked guilty. Probably true, but born from love turned sour. Their chat stung—wish they'd do it without me.
"Huh? Why do you keep jumping guys? Slut!"
"Huh? You're the one stealing them! Who's the slut?"
Ira teared up at that.
"...Cecily, hear me out a sec."
"What? Say something stupid and I'll burn you."
She raised a finger—fireball appeared. She was dead serious; scary as hell.
"Ira didn't want the guys. She wanted to be with you."
"...Doesn't make sense. We're always together."
Fireball swelled hotter.
"Ira never meant to steal them. She just wanted to stay by your side. Even when you were with guys. Like back with Wind's Blade."
Even I got it. They just couldn't admit it—scared of rejection, hid it till they forgot why.
"Sniff..."
Ira started crying. Got louder, threw herself at Cecily.
"Hey, this is awkward. I don't like girls."
Said that, but hugged Ira tight and stroked her hair.
They'd both cried a lot today. As I watched, Ira booted me from the room.
I was naked, though.
Tasting some past Mizuki vibes, I headed to Fam and Mizuki's room.
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