Peter Pan - 4
Yukiko's expression hadn't changed once all day, but at times like this, she showed a disheveled face that only I could see. Every night, she came to my bed, methodically drawing out two loads of semen from me while enduring ten orgasms of her own. And even now, on the verge of total collapse with every ounce of strength drained from her body, she gazed at my cock with regret.
"I'm always so sorry, Master."
Her snow-white skin was flushed red in spots, marked with traces of me that made me feel damn good. Ravishing Yukiko was pure ecstasy, no question, but there was a special savor to these moments afterward, gently stroking her body. During sex, all my focus poured into my cock as I explored her, becoming one with her completely. Once it was over, I could slowly savor her beauty, swelling with pride that I could love someone like her—and joy that she'd felt such pleasure because of me.
"Yukiko, you're perfect in every way, but you try too hard at everything. It's okay to relax a bit."
A few days ago, she'd forced herself upright, determined to milk a third load out of me, only to strain her body and need a full day of rest. Mikoto's solo breakfast attempt that day had been... barely edible. I'd offered to boil some ramen for lunch, but Yukiko had strongly objected, so we ended up with delivery instead. Technically, the cash for it came from my pocket anyway, but she hated seeing me lift a finger.
"I know full well how dangerous and tempting it is when Master says 'it's okay.'"
Yukiko still couldn't let go of her lingering desire; she gave my cock a light touch.
"But thinking back to the disgrace I showed last time, I have no desire to push beyond my limits again. More importantly..."
Lying on my side and looking at her was a refreshingly novel experience. When I lived alone, I'd prop myself on my stomach to scroll my tablet or phone, or just stare at the ceiling—or close my eyes. Now, gazing at her face from this slight angle, she suddenly looked puzzled.
"It just occurred to me. Master, it's already been ten days since Mikoto came to this house. When do you plan to claim her?"
"Huh? Well... whenever Mikoto wants?"
There was something vaguely sexual about her appeal in all sorts of ways, but with us hanging out every day—playing games, watching anime together—we'd reach these oddly charged moments without ever crossing into actual sex. Sharing meals and sticking close made her feel less like a woman and more like an adorable little sister. I couldn't just barge into her room and demand she service me, so the days slipped by in a haze.
"I believe Master needs to be more honest with his lower half."
"That sweet-and-sour pork from the other day was pretty good, right?"
"It had its own charm. No, wait—that's not..."
Yukiko flinched away slightly. I laughed and pulled her into my arms.
"I understand that Master is being considerate toward women, but Mikoto must not overstep because of it. Whether she gives herself to you is not her choice to make—it's yours."
"Must be tough, huh? Sorry, Yukiko."
"It's not that I'm suffering—it's just regrettable that Master isn't fully satisfied."
As always, Yukiko fell asleep like she'd been cast under a spell, her expression softening like a sleeping princess.
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For once, Mikoto dragged me into her room. In just a few days, she'd decked it out impressively—posters of characters plastered everywhere.
"Today's cosplay time!"
Mikoto was bursting with excitement. She fiddled with her tablet, searching her own name on a Japanese wiki. Soon, a bunch of similar-looking anime characters popped up on screen.
"Pick your favorite! Some might not match my height perfectly, or the busts are too small, so the accuracy could dip a bit!"
Watching her confidently cross her arms and thrust out her chest, I had to admit she had a point. I hadn't watched much anime from the post-war era, but I'd picked up on a few characters through internet osmosis, enough to recognize some names.
"Who's your top pick? I own all these outfits!"
I couldn't ignore her beaming grin, so I just pointed at a pretty one at random.
"Great! Hang on—I'll change and be right back! No peeking!"
I wondered where she'd change with me standing there, but she'd rigged up a curtained-off corner of the room like a dressing booth. She rummaged in her packed closet, snatched the exact outfit in one go, and darted behind the curtain.
A moment later, a silver-haired beauty in a pure-white, heavily revealing school uniform burst out. Her breasts looked smaller than usual, and her lips were pursed tight—way different from her usual goofy smile. It was kinda intriguing.
"I still don't acknowledge you. This academy isn't a place for incompetents like you."
"Huh?"
"Ehehe, no clue? It's the famous line from the character Master picked!"
Her cool facade crumbled instantly, and aside from the silver hair, it was pure Mikoto.
"She was pretty popular... Angela from Regarding How I, Dropped into an Isekai Magic Academy, Became a Magic Genius with Basic Math Formulas. The ice-queen classmate type—huge fan favorite!"
"Yeah, title rings a bell..."
"She flattens the protagonist with overwhelming magic right off the bat, drops this line, and boom—instant stardom! Coolest top-tier mage girl in the dorm!"
"She looks kinda cool, but living with someone way cooler kinda ruins it..."
We both thought of the same person, and Mikoto's shoulders slumped.
"Ughhh... Yukiko's more like... ice? Blizzard? Yeah, that vibe."
With that utterly cold, unshakable expression of hers, anyone halfway cool just came off as brusque by comparison.
"Yukiko giving you trouble?"
Working under a perfectionist and stickler like her had to be tougher than dealing with an asshole.
"Eh... way better than you think, Master! No bullying, no dumping work on me, no yelling!"
"Wasn't worried about the rest, but I figured she'd chew you out at least. Surprising."
"Ugh, well... guess she doesn't expect much, so no scolding either? Kinda stings, y'know..."
"What do you mean?"
"When prepping meals, suddenly I'm just fetching salt on command. We clean together, but she handles the living room, your room, hallways—anywhere you go—spotless every time..."
I'd figured Yukiko wouldn't approve of Mikoto's efforts. Soft in a way, ruthless in another.
"So even without picking on me, just watching her makes my heart burn!"
Mikoto flopped onto the bed and rolled over.
"Listen, okay? Yukiko never takes a single break. Any free second, she's investing or training? Zero personal time!"
"Yukiko's amazing..."
"Yeah... Mikoto can't lose! Cosplay show, round two!"
She sprang up, grabbed a differently colored uniform from the closet, and dove back into the booth. Soon, grunts echoed out.
"Eek, ugh—the chest is tight..."
"Need a hand?"
"No no no! Stay out, Master!"
A bit later, she bounced out in another uniform—this one I definitely recognized. Her model sword swings were a tad clumsy, but that made it feel even more authentic.
"Hah! Hiyat! Hot! D-don't get the wrong idea. I'm not protecting you—I'm just following orders!"
"Totally Maiya."
Back in the day, I'd been glued to cartoons on my tiny flip-phone screen. Lord Fantasia was just your standard harem anime now, but kid-me thought it was mind-blowing. Blonde swordswoman Maiya wasn't top-tier popular—even among the heroines, she was like fifth or sixth, with barely any episodes. Still, having her right in front of me was surreal.
"Lucky..."
The sky-blue skirt and mint blouse felt a bit dated now, but that just stirred up nostalgia. Her bust strained the fabric obscenely, nailing the character's over-the-top sexiness perfectly.
"I figured since Master's eyes are glued to Mikoto, you'd know all the anime... low hit rate's got me down~?"
She tilted her head, twirling the fake sword.
"But you know Maiya—score! She's my first-ever role, so I'm super attached!"
"It's amazing, Mikoto—you look awesome!"
She tapped the tablet with the character queued up, striking poses and reciting lines. Memories bubbled up one by one—fun as hell.
"B-baka! Where you looking? Ugh... pervert! I'll chase you out with this sword right now!"
"With such a weak spirit, you can't protect anything. Not me... not even yourself..."
"T-touching my breasts? This ain't no accident! Cutting your arm off with my sword wouldn't even cover it!"
Hearing those escalating lines, I realized middle-school me watching this must've been pretty precocious. Or was that just normal for kids?
"O-okay! Photos cool? Low angles totally welcome anytime!"
Mikoto struck confident poses. I whipped out my smartphone, firing up the camera app I hadn't touched in ages, and snapped away. My photography sucked, but the subject was flawless. Sparkling short blonde hair, youthful cute face, those soft overflowing breasts—she was the character incarnate. If I'd run into a girl like this at home as a kid, I'd have sworn a cartoon jumped out.
"Cool, right? Does Master like how Mikoto looks?"
"Yeah, you're gorgeous."
Guilt nagged at me for goofing off here while Yukiko slaved away outside, but I couldn't just wipe the grin off and bail. It wasn't what she wanted either.
"Then... Master, can you grant one wish? One from beating you at the fighter game, one from the strategy game, one for this fun show—three-wish combo!"
"Never said they were wish games... but sure, fine. If I can, I'll make it happen."
I'd half-expected—and half-dreaded—this moment. A weird awkward vibe had lingered. Better she spell it out like this.
I shifted into position, meeting her eyes. Ready to hear her words.