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It had been a week now since Gojo started dating Kitagawa. He stole a glance at her as she was by his side at the cosplay convention, dressed in her new Helba costume from the game Perverted Lovers. He’d stayed up for nights playing it, another adult game that he couldn’t fathom why a girl like her would be playing. It was about a dominatrix, Helba, and her many well… male suitors. Sex slaves. They were sex slaves. Gojo blushed slightly at the thought. Maybe he wouldn’t mind being Kitagawa’s sex slave. Crap! Now he was starting to get a boner.

“Gojo! Don’t space out on me!” Marin cooed at him, wrapping her arms around herself, her plump breasts bulging out from the black bikini she was wearing. Her cosplay also consisted of many black straps, some with spikes on them, and small black bikini bottoms, all hugging her curvy figure in just the right ways. Long blond hair draped down her shoulders, a wig. It was a bit lighter than her usual colour. Beautiful as always, there was a brightness to her as she lived out her dreams of being Helba.

“Uh… sorry. It’s just really hot in here…” He lied. No, it -was- actually hot in here. He could tell from the little beads of sweat on his forehead. Also, the beads of sweat dripping down from Kitagawa’s breasts, between the heart shaped clasp holding her bikini together…

Marin smiled, giggling, unaware of where he’d been looking. “Yeah, we should get some ice cream together to cool down. What do you say?”

Gojo nodded with a light smile, thinking it’d be a good idea. Until, they’d got the ice cream. The ice cream itself was pleasant, blue, cotton candy flavoured. But the problem was, Kitagawa was now licking at the ice cream, wrapping her lips around the blue cream and biting off the top. It was a bit suggestive.

“Mmmm.~” She licked her lips, swaying her legs excitedly as they sat at one of the tables. Her black stockings were tight on her legs, her plush thighs looking like they wanted to burst out. “What do you think, Gojo?”

Before he could reply, a splat of ice cream fell on Kitagawa’s chest, beginning to melt down her cleavage. Gojo was about to reach out with a napkin to wipe it up, knowing Kitagawa would be upset if it got on her new cosplay but then he froze… He couldn’t just touch her ‘there’. Could he?

Noticing him stop, Marin’s face heated up as she realized what was happening. But Gojo was her boyfriend now, they’d said they loved each other. Sure, he could wipe some ice cream off of her tits if he wanted to. “Go ahead.” She laughed wholeheartedly, becoming more okay with this. “I honestly don’t think I could get it myself without making it worse. So hurry, Gojo!” She begged him.

“Uh… right.” Gojo gulped, turning into some weird robot on autopilot as he awkwardly wiped up the blue mess on his girlfriend’s chest. It felt like his heart was leaping out of his chest. This was so lewd. He sure hoped nobody was watching them… He had to think of something else so he didn’t get a boner right now. The only thing he could think of was the sad moment where he’d cried during Flower Princess Blaze!! when Mirai told her true feelings. A tear formed in his eye.

Marin nibbled her lip, feeling the heat rise to her ears as Gojo wiped at her breasts, poking it with the napkin. His knuckle had even touched some of her bare skin. She could tell he was spazzing out right now, it looked like it’d brought a tear to his eye! Gojo was so weird but that was also what was so cute about him! “T-Thank you..” She said gratefully. However, the heat was also travelling elsewhere in her body, the girl squirming her legs together. Her eyes, blue from the contacts were hazy and she felt like she might explode. “Oh Gojo, you’re the best! I mean, you made this cosplay for me.. and then you came in like a dang superhero and saved me from ruining it!” She gushed, excitedly leaning forward in her chair.

“Oh… Uhm… Don’t mention it.” Gojo answered quickly, still on autopilot as he tried to process what was happening.

Kitagawa grabbed his hands lovingly, a bright smile on her face. “Hello Gojo? Come back to earth now please!” She giggled, tilting her head to the side. It seemed like he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon. “Y’know, I’m really happy we can spend time together like this… It’s really great that we can respect each others interests, no matter how weird.” She stuck out her tongue and winked, similar to how the real Helba would act.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I never thought I’d ever meet a girl who wouldn’t run away from boredom when I mentioned Hina dolls.” Gojo smiled lightly, a small laugh. It hurt to remember that girl from his past, the one that ran away from him because of his interest in dolls. He was happy to have met Kitagawa and to be her boyfriend was a dream come true.

“Psssh!” Marin grinned. “You can talk to me about Hina dolls anytime. I’ll always be here, right beside you.” Grazing along his palm, she clutched onto his forearm lovingly. “Whenever you need me.” Her long lashes batted, a glint in her blue eyes as she was getting closer to him.

“It means a lot.” Gojo smiled. “I’m always here for you too, Kitagawa.”

He almost thought she was going to kiss him until she stopped.

“Hey, can I take your picture?” Someone approached them. At the worst time! Or maybe it was a blessing in disguise because the thought of kissing Kitagawa made him want to faint and that would be bad.

Both turned to see a guy with a camera beside their table.

“Yeah sure!” Marin jumped up from her seat, going over to pose by a wall. She’d had a lot of guys take her photo today, which was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Your Helba cosplay is so good, like the best one I’ve seen.” The guy with the camera admired her.

Marin laughed. “Ah well thank you! She’s just a total badass babe, you know? I had to cosplay her!”

Gojo watched them, feeling an odd feeling in his heart. Kitagawa was doing what she loved, he shouldn’t be feeling this way. It just hurt a little that he could lose her attention so easily just when she’d said she’d always be beside him.

Soon she was back to his side. “So Gojo, want to go shop around for a bit longer? There were some Perverted Lovers keychains I wanted to look at, maybe they’ll have a Helba one!”

“Yeah, sure.” He agreed.

Inside the merchandise area, Kitagawa was squealing over everything in sight. “Ah! I’m so happy Gojo! I love being surrounded by the things that I love.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a costume booth full of cute animal accessories. Kitagawa put on a pair of white cat ears and Gojo couldn’t help but laugh.

“What do you think? What if Helba was a neko girl?” She joked.

“It’s cute.” He commented.

Then Kitagawa froze in place, staring at something from the other side of the room. What had caught her eye now? Gojo laughed to himself then turned around to try to see what she was looking at.

“O-M-G! Gojo! Gojo!” Marin exclaimed, taking off the cat ears and placing them back on the shelf. She was now pointing across to another cosplayer. “It’s Sex Slave #32!”

“Who?”

“Sex Slave #32!” She huffed, as if it wasn’t just a little bit ridiculous to say. “He’s from Perverted Lovers 2.”

“Oh okay.” Gojo nodded understandingly, a slight blush as other’s in the shop found out what kind of stuff they were into. Or, Kitagawa had been into and gotten him into. He had only played the first one so it must be a new character he wasn’t aware of. This Sex Slave #32 sounded like a stellar guy.

Kitagawa was practically hopping with excitement. “Ah! This is my ship! Helba x Sex Slave #32! Will you get a picture of us, Gojo?”

“Oh sure.” He agreed, getting the camera ready that was hanging from his neck.

“Hi! Sex Slave #32, will you take a picture with your queen?”

Gojo’s eyes widened when he saw the other character. It was a guy, spikey black hair, lean but muscular frame, wearing a small black speedo. He also had on a studded collar with a chain around his neck and an arm band with something on it. He shouldn’t have been too surprised by the scantily clad outfits since he’d played Perverted Lovers 1.

“Anything for you, my lady Helba.” The guy bowed to her, a sly smirk on his face.

That guy was really attractive, Gojo observed. He wondered what type of character he was and suddenly wanted to be back home buying the game and playing it into the night. That’s most likely what he’d do when he got home. Also, he didn’t have a chance to ask Kitagawa what a ‘ship’ was.

“Man, that bulge is on point!” Kitagawa whistled, pointing down at…

What? What was she talking about…? Gojo suddenly felt very small in comparison, his body slouching gloomily.

“It’s all yours, baby.” The other male, Sex Slave #32, wrapped his arm around Kitagawa. She jolted slightly by the touch and looked up at him scoldingly, waving her finger. Did he just… touch her butt? Teasing her finger across his jaw, Kitagawa didn’t seem to have any shame as she ran her hands across this man’s chest. She was surely just getting into character. Nothing to worry about.

There was a flash as Gojo took the picture, looking down at it on the camera screen. He hadn’t seemed to notice but Kitagawa’s leg was oftly close to that guy’s junk in the speedo. His head spun and he really wanted Kitagawa back at his side. Maybe if he talked to her he could get her attention. “Kitagawa, you mentioned this was your ship. What did you mean by that?”

She giggled, looking to the other guy before back at Gojo. “It means a relationship pair, like these characters should be a couple.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Sex Slave guy chimed in, his eyes all over Marin, ogling her breasts and thighs.

Marin jumped excitedly. “I know right! They are OTP! That was so hot when lady Helba was hurting over the loss of her sister and our Mr. 32 comes in and they fuck all through the night.” She winked, sticking out her tongue and sliding it across her lips seductively.

Gojo blushed bright red. They did what now? Now he definitely wanted this guy away from Kitagawa. He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I guess I’ll look forward to that when I play the game. Kitagawa, we should go try to find those keychains you mentioned earlier.”

“Oh!” Kitagawa had a sudden realization. “You’re also Akio, the model, right? O-M-G, I’m a huge fan of you! I’ve bought all of the magazines!”

“Sure am.” The guy answered, something dazzling about his expression.

What? This guy was a model now? It was no use… Gojo felt so far away from her, like they were from two different worlds. These two were both attractive models and he was just some guy that made cosplays and played with dolls.

“Gosh! You’re so hot! I can’t believe I’m here with the Akio!” Kitagawa swooned. “A hot model -and- a cosplayer, cosplaying my OTP!” She gushed.

“Wow, it really goes to show models are just normal people with interests.” Gojo said. Still wouldn’t look at him. Kitagawa had no interest in what he was saying. She was too busy talking to the other guy about modelling and Perverted Lovers 2. How could he have not known there was a second one? After all of the research he put into making her costume, now she was all over some other guy. The conversation was beginning to blur, it was just Kitagawa’s laugh and Sex Slave guy bragging about himself.

“Kitagawa..” Gojo tried to get her attention once again.

Her face was turned away from him, nodding along with what the other guy was saying. She probably didn’t hear him. It must’ve just been because she loved the game so much, she wanted to share that with another fan. She liked these characters so much that she was too caught up in the moment to notice him. It still hurt but it softened the blow.

“Hey Gojo, I’m going to go for a bit. Turns out Mr. 32 has some cosplayer friends around here that I want to see! Do you mind taking care of my bags?” Her smile was too precious. He was definitely caught off guard by the whole request.

“Oh.. Uhm.. Sure.” Gojo was dumbfounded, taking the bags. He found himself wandering the convention alone, carrying her stuff as she went off with the other guy. But, Kitagawa would be right back. It was just a little while. None the less, his chest hurt, feeling the most alone he’d ever felt in awhile. He wanted to share her interests with her. That’s why he made her cosplays, went to these conventions with her, just to see her smile and be happy. Now, she was happy with another guy.

He didn’t want to consider it but Mr. 36 or 32 or whoever he was was more handsome than him. This guy was a model who did a cosplay of the other half of Kitagawa’s ‘ship’. Of course she would be infatuated with him.

“Hey, Gojo.” A soft feminine voice appeared. It was Shinju. No cosplay, just dressed as herself in her school uniform. She held her hand to her large chest, her eyebrows arching sadly. “You’re all alone. Where’s Marin?”

“Oh, she found some cosplayers from the game she likes. I’m just waiting for her.” He said, trying to sound upbeat. He must’ve been looking depressed before and made her worry. “What about you? Where’s Juju?”

“She’s over there.” Shinju pointed and sure enough there was Juju off in her own little world as she gushed at a booth full of cute plushies. “She’s got like 30 plushies at home in her room, I don’t even think she has room for more.” The girl chuckled.

Gojo laughed. “I can imagine it. Well, at least they’re having fun.”

“Mhmm.” Shinju agreed.

“What do you got there, Shinju?” He asked curiously, looking at the posters she was holding.

“Oh, uhm…” Shinju blushed, trying to cover the image up under her arm. “It’s kind of embarrassing.” Looking up at him meekly, she quickly averted her gaze.

“Come on. I’m not going to make fun, promise.” Gojo reassured her kindly.

“It’s just.. a pairing I like but it’s a little.. odd.” She presented the poster to him, looking like she might faint from the embarrassment. It was Soma, the male character she’d cosplayed from Flower Princess Blaze!! and Sakuya, the silver haired boy from the same show. They were holding each other and looking into each other’s eyes with sparkles.

“Oh!” Gojo clued in. “I’ve seen this couple before. You don’t need to be embarrassed. Kitagawa ships them too, she said they were ‘the ship’.”

Shinju laughed, feeling more comfortable about it all.

“Yo.” Juju said, a childish pout on her face as she came up beside her sister. She was dressed in her Shion cosplay that he’d made her, looking cute as usual and holding a big purple teddy bear. She must’ve found something to buy.

“Hi Juju.” Gojo greeted her. “That bear looks so soft and you’re cosplaying, that’s great.” She’d told him before that she’d never cosplayed at an event before so he’d given her some comforting words to try it out.

“Yeah, it’s not… so bad.” Eyes drifting to the side, Juju blushed slightly. There was a lot of people here and some had even asked for her photo. She was only used to her sister taking her photos.

“Yeah, she had such a hard time choosing which one to wear.” Shinju mentioned with a giggle.

Gojo nodded, and she’d chosen ‘his’ in the end. “I’m honoured you picked that one.” He smiled kindly.

“Yeah.. So, where is Marin?” Juju also asked.

“She’s with some other cosplayers, sis. I was just keeping Gojo company while he waits.” Shinju answered for him.

Juju looked displeased, looking up at Gojo. “She ditched you? That’s rude.”

Gojo jolted, waving his hands. “It’s fine. I mean, these conventions are for meeting other cosplayers so I don’t mind. I don’t think it’s rude. I’ll see her later.”

Chewing her lip, Juju was still frowning. “Yeah, but you’re her boyfriend, right? She shouldn’t leave you like that. I know I’d never leave my sister.”

Shinju was sympathetic, as was her sister, as they saw Gojo’s expression turn to sad, his gray-blue eyes hazed with loneliness. She didn’t think it was fair, for someone who brought them so much happiness, making their cosplay dreams come true to feel this sad now. “You can always hang out with us..” She tried to say before her sister cut in.

“It’s not fair…” Juju shook with aggravation, clutching the oversized bear tightly in her small arms.

“Sis…” So they had been thinking the same thing.

“It’s okay, really. I’ll be fine.” Gojo reassured them. “But I’d love to hang out with you two.”

Shinju smiled. “Okay then. Want to take a break in our hotel room?”

“You got a hotel room? I thought you two lived in the city.” Gojo was curious.

“It’s easier to store all of our stuff close by and change cosplays.” Juju answered matter of factly.

“That makes sense. It would be convenient.” He nodded, thinking about it. “Oh, but I probably shouldn’t leave the area until I meet up with Kitagawa again.”

“Just text her.” Juju mentioned like it was obvious.

He supposed it was that simple, not sure why he felt so attached that he had to be waiting for her exactly where she’d left him. After texting Kitagawa that he’d be hanging out with the two sisters, he followed them up to their hotel room. It was connected to the convention center up a set of escalators.

—x—

Meanwhile, Marin’s phone buzzed off to the side. She opened her hazy blue eyes, her fake lashes fluttering from the pleasure of Sex Slave #32 between her legs. He had her black bikini bottoms off to the side while he licked up and down her dripping pussy, pushing his tongue into her core. In and out, the rhythm of his tongue was driving her wild. A bit guilty but she couldn’t help it, too turned on. She had been all week. Her and Gojo hadn’t done anything at all since they’d gotten together. Not even a kiss. It was weird, she didn’t even feel like Marin anymore but lady Helba herself receiving pleasure from her best sex slave. Somehow that made it different.

“Mmm… Ahhh… Oh… 32!” She moaned as he sucked on her clit.

One of the other cosplayers, Sex Slave #26 was off to the side, taking pictures of them. The pictures were going to be so hot. Marin couldn’t wait to see them, it was going to be ‘just’ like Perverted Lovers 2!

“I can’t wait to put my big dick inside of you.” Was 32’s husky voice at her ear, licking and nibbling down her neck.

“What’re you waiting for? You know you’re the only one that can fill me up.” She begged, just like Helba had in the game.

Soon his cock met her heat and she saw stars, just the tip pushing in. Her breasts bounced bare, out of the bikini where it was unclasped earlier. “Oh my!” Marin gasped as he grabbed one of her breasts, circling his thumb around her nipple. A flash of the camera had her disorientated.

And then it started to really hurt, feeling like his cock was ripping her apart from down below. He was really big. Just like 32 in the game. Her eyebrows knitted together as he pushed deeper inside of her wanting pussy. She didn’t want to give in to the pain, she was supposed to be lady Helba right now, who had sex too many times to count, not stupid virgin Marin. There were tears in her eyes but she was still immensely turned on by the whole notion of her OTP doing it.

“Mm, you’re so tight, baby.” 32 was thrusting into her, leaving her breathless, her walls clutching his length. She soon felt a warm cream inside of her as he spilled his load.

One of the others pushed 32 out of the way, who was keeling over with exhaustion. The new guy was thrusting into her fast and using 32’s fluids for lube.

“Mmm!” Marin moaned, as Helba, feeling heavenly inside as more of her slaves pleased her. More flashes of the camera.

—x—

Both girls laid their bags down and plopped down on their beds, a double room. Shinju’s side was neat and tidy while Juju’s bed was covered in cosplays and make up containers. Probably from this morning when she was choosing. Gojo sat down at one of the desks, peering to both of them.

“It’s nice to have somewhere to go to take a break like this.” He commented. “I’ll have to keep this in mind for the next convention with Kitagawa.”

Juju made an amused sound. “You two sharing a hotel room together? That’s cute. I didn’t know you two were in the laying in the same bed together status yet.” Her voice was monotone, completely serious.

“Oh, uhm, I don’t know if we really are or not.” Gojo blushed as he thought of it, scenes of the time they shared a love hotel crossing his mind. He’d asked her to get on top of him for that photo and then he ended up getting a boner because of it. He wondered if she felt it. They’d never talked about it since so he didn’t know… Too embarrassing… Now he was starting to get another boner as he shifted in the chair.

Shinju was blushing too, nibbling her lip as she looked away. Oh no, of course all of this talk made her uncomfortable!

“So Juju, are you going to change cosplays?” Gojo changed the topic, for both him and Shinju’s sake. He peered to the outfits laid across her bed that Juju was plopped beside.

“Oh…” She looked down at the other outfits with slight consideration, a small blush forming on her cheeks. “I think I’ll just keep this one on. I really like it.” Her contact blue eyes looked up at him for a moment.

Gojo smiled. “Okay.”

Shinju piped up from the other bed. “Actually, there was something I wanted to mention to you, Gojo.” She had that familiar look of embarrassment, playing with her long pink hair as she did when he’d first asked her about cosplay.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” He gently urged her.

“Uhm, well there’s another character from Flower Princess Blaze!! that I wanted to try cosplaying. Sakuya-kun. Juju helped me find the wig and the costume is the same as Soma’s.” She mentioned, her face heated.

Gojo brightened up, truly happy for her that she was opening up more and doing another cosplay. “That’s great Shinju!”

“Uhm, one more thing. Do you think you’d want to try a cosplay?”

“She thinks you’d make a good Soma. I can see it.” Juju chimed in.

Shinju’s face was now completely red, her thighs shifting together nervously. “I just thought that you might want to try it and you really are a lot like Soma, looks and personality.”

“Eh? Me? I am?” Gojo asked, dumbfounded. He wasn’t expecting this all of a sudden but if they really thought he’d make a good Soma then he didn’t want to let them down. It was a little exciting but he was also nervous. For so long he’d just been the guy off to the side, nobody really looking at him, now he would try cosplaying. “Okay, I will try it.”

He was already wearing his uniform so all he needed was to borrow Shinju’s wig and turns out they had planned ahead and got him red contacts. They really wanted him to do this cosplay, huh? He’d always thought his first time cosplaying would be with Kitagawa roping him into it. She would be so excited when she saw him cosplaying, just like when she saw Shinju’s first cosplay.

“You look great!” Juju gasped while Shinju twiddled her fingers dressed as Sakuya.

“Come to think of it, we’re doing your ship, Shinju.” He mentioned, smiling lightly. Little did he know the very mention would cause Shinju’s head to spin and she almost short circuited from the implication.

Juju giggled. “You two are so cute. The fans are going to love you.” She teased. Deep down, she was having so much fun.

The trio went down to the convention again and lots of people were gushing over them and asking to take pictures. Juju was taking some for her personal collection too.

“What’s yaoi?” Gojo asked curiously, hearing it mentioned among their new fans.

“Basically just Boy Love.” Juju answered.

“Oh…” Gojo burned red, feeling like an oven inside of his body. It had finally fully sunken in what he was doing when the mention of Boy Love was thrown in. He looked to Shinju, who smiled at him, a blush of her own on her face. She looked so happy, he couldn’t help but enjoy it too.

Then Shinju stumbled into him, falling to his chest, her lips landed on his briefly. Juju took a quick snap, checking the camera quickly afterwards to admire her work.

“I’m so sorry!” Shinju shrieked, having been an accident.

“It’s no problem.” Gojo reassured her. She was still against his chest, clutching his shirt, but he didn’t seem to notice. It seemed he didn’t get so nervous around her when she was dressed as a guy.

“Gojo! Is that you?” A shrill familiar voice. It was Kitagawa but something seemed off with her tone. Her high heels clicked as she walked and she had her new friends with her, Mr. 32 and some other characters from the game, all attractive men.

“Yeah, uh… I decided to try cosplay out.” He mentioned.

Shinju moved off of him, realizing she was a bit close.

Marin’s eyes followed her, suspiciously. “Is that so?”

“I thought you’d be happy, Kitagawa.” Gojo mentioned, purely clueless.

“It kind of hurts that you’d do your first cosplay without me, you know. But you look fab!” She brightened up now, trying to push away the jealousy she was feeling. It was only cosplay… But she couldn’t help but get jealous at anyone getting close to Gojo. “I’m so psyched that you two managed to cosplay ‘the best ship’! And look at you, Shinju, you make a perfect Sakuya-kun.”

Shinju giggled. “Thanks Marin.”

“Oh, where are my bags, Gojo?” Marin looked to him with a smile, eying his empty hands.

“Oh sorry, I left them up in the Inui’s hotel room.”

“You… what? Hotel room?” Marin almost cracked. But she had just been in another hotel room herself. She got ahold of herself, brightening up again. It was fine. “Hey, you guys should totally join us for pizza right now!” She mentioned. “We were just about to go before I saw you all!”

“We?” Gojo looked up to the group behind her. Slave #32 and two other guys.

“Me and the Perverted Lovers crew of course! We’re totally hitting it up and we got a lot of good photos too.” She winked and stuck out her tongue teasingly. “But, you probably shouldn’t see them considering you get uncomfortable when I show skin.” Chiding now, she put her hands to her hips.

“Uhm…” Gojo’s mind was spiralling. Just what kind of pictures were they taking? He didn’t want to know and then he also wanted to know at the same time, his cheeks heating up.

“Let’s go!” Marin urged, punching him lightly on the shoulder then looking to Shinju and Juju with a smile.

They ended up sitting in two separate booths at the pizza place, not enough room for everyone to sit together. Marin sat with the three other guys while Gojo sat with Shinju and Juju. Shinju and Juju were nibbling on their pizza. Gojo looked down sadly, his eyes glazing over. He could hear Marin and the guys having a great time over there, talking loudly. Meanwhile it was quiet on this side of the booth. It wasn’t the quietness that bothered him, he enjoyed the sister’s company. It was being away from Kitagawa like this, a booth separating them that made him hurt. She didn’t even care to sit beside him… At least away from her, he could forget about her but having it all right in front of his face like this was soul crushing.

It seemed like they were talking about their photos over there. Some of the boys were whistling and Kitagawa was squealing with delight over it.

One of the scantily clad men came over and showed them one of the pictures. Juju’s mouth dropped and Shinju short circuited soon after. Gojo was disgusted. The picture was of Marin with Sex Slave #32 on top of her, his… monster cock inside of Kitagawa with blood dripping out of her. Gojo fainted on the spot, hitting his head off the table as he fell to the floor. Not before his heart broke into a million pieces in his chest.

“Gojo!” The sister’s called out with worry as they went to help him.

Marin turned as she noticed the commotion in the other booth. “Gojo?” She went over and saw him on the floor like that, raising her manicured hand to her face in shock. “Oh no! What happened to him?” Going by his side, tears were in her eyes.

“Marin, what were you thinking taking pictures like that?” Juju was so mad she felt like crying, her eyebrows knitted together in frustration for having to feel like this.

“What do you mean?” Marin defended, getting annoyed. “I’m sorry if you had to see that if you didn’t want to but there’s no shame in my pictures. It’s just cosplay.”

Juju snatched the guy’s camera, looking through as it got progressively worse, a full out gang bang with Marin being the prime target. “This is sickening… Marin…”

“Let’s not fight, we need to lay Gojo down and get some ice for his head.” Shinju tried to intervene.

“Yes, me and Shinju, you stay away from him, Marin.” Juju glared at her, passing the camera back aggressively.

The two sisters helped Gojo get to the infirmary while Marin was in shock of what just happened. The odd one out, her friends had just betrayed her and stole her boyfriend.

—x—

Gojo woke up with an ice pack on his head, Sakuya by his side, no wait that was Shinju crossplaying. His mind felt scattered, he wasn’t even sure what was real, what was happening? There was a ringing from the side of his head, which hurt like hell. Oh and Shion was there too, no that was Juju.

TBC

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“Gojo!” The Inui sisters called for him but Gojo felt a million miles away from them. He couldn’t hold onto anything, his vision spinning.

“Are you okay?” Shinju’s gentle voice was suddenly clear in his ear. She was holding onto one of his arms, watching him with a worried expression on her face, dressed as Sakuya. She did make a good Sakuya… Made sense, that a cute girl like her would also make a cute boy…

Gojo blinked, still in a bit of a daze, taking in his surroundings. It seemed he was in a room, on a bed. It was all white with some medical supplies on a table. An infirmary room off of the convention site. Both of the sister’s were on either side of him on the bed. Oh right, and he was cosplaying with them as Soma from Flower Princess Blaze!!, feeling the wig cap tight around his head.

Raising his hand to hold his head, Gojo was starting to come to. “I think I’m okay, Shinju. Thank you for taking care of me. I could’ve sworn I had the worst dream about Kitagawa.” He chuckled lightly, still a bit out of it. It must’ve all been a dream, right? Kitagawa would never do something like that. It was ridiculous that his brain had even thought of it. Must’ve been playing too many of Kitagawa’s hentai games.

But Shinju made a worried expression as soon as he’d mentioned it. “Well, something did happen with Marin.”

Gojo’s eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean?”

Juju was then clutching onto him as well, looking just as worried. “Gojo, you really don’t remember?” She tilted her head, her dark hair from her Shion wig swaying to the side.

“She…” Shinju’s eyes, green from her contacts wavered. “The pictures…” She couldn’t even say it. Of course she couldn’t, an innocent girl like Shinju.

But he knew. The pictures… that’s all it took for him to know. It was the same as the dream he’d had. Except, it wasn’t a dream. It was stone cold reality. There was pain in his heart, like a dagger to his chest. His eyes stung with tears as he thought of it and he was trembling. Kitagawa… having sex with another man in the cosplay he’d made for her. It felt like he was just punched 100 times in the gut, tears spilling from his eyes as he quickly went to wipe them with his forearm.

“You fainted after looking at the picture.” Juju explained, nibbling her lip with frustration. “There were more photos too. It was a whole group of them with her.”

There was more than just one guy violating Kitagawa? And they’d taken pictures of it all… Gojo was broken. He’d once thought as long as he had Kitagawa by his side, he could do anything. He was so happy with her and admired her so much. She was so vibrant and fun, basically the complete opposite of him. The perfect girl. But now she was gone, in the arms of multiple other men. They’d all touched her and were inside of her…

“Kitagawa… why would she do this?” He sobbed, breaking down. “I… loved her so much…” Had it been the cosplay? Was it too revealing that those men took advantage of her because of it? He should’ve made it differently, then things might’ve been different. Or he should’ve at least went with them, even though Kitagawa hadn’t asked him to.

“Gojo, it’s not your fault.” Shinju wrapped her arms around him, letting his head fall to her chest, which was flat at the moment from the binding, just like a guy.

Shinju’s chest… When they’d ordered her binder, he learned that she was an H cup. He blushed at the thought but still couldn’t shake the pain of Kitagawa’s betrayal. It was all too much to take in.

“Forget about her. You’re too good for her.” Juju commented, watching as her little sister comforted him. Juju wasn’t very good at comforting people so she was grateful Shinju was here to pick up her slack. She hoped her words could at least help though.

Gojo couldn’t help but cry it out, clutching Shinju back as she held him. How could he forget about Kitagawa when she’d made such an impact on him?

“Yeah Gojo, don’t be sad.” Shinju said softly, her face heating up from it all, being dressed as her boy love ship and being close to him. Seeing Soma sad hurt her but she knew seeing Gojo sad was even worse. It went to show, even the ones that never frowned, eventually broke down. She hugged him tighter. “Y-You’ve done so much for me and my sister… You helped us do what we love and break out of our shells. You’re always so kind and considerate, bringing us together with the cosplays you make… W-We care about you so much!”

Juju looked to her sister, blushing slightly at the declaration of her feelings. “S-She’s right.” She agreed, not being able to explain it herself but she knew Shinju was right.

“Thank you both…” Gojo sniffled, calming down to the point that he wasn’t crying anymore. He got up from Shinju’s chest and smiled at her, still marks under his eyes.

She smiled back at him, relieved that he was feeling better.

“I’m really glad to have met you two.” Gojo said, truly grateful, wiping the last of his tears with his sleeve.

“Look, we can still enjoy this convention. Just hang out with us.” Juju said, holding back a grin, also glad and wanting Gojo to know they were there for him.

Shinju spoke up, “We could always stay in the hotel room, if you don’t feel like going anywhere.” She reassured him kindly.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Gojo agreed. He didn’t feel up for being around the public right now. If the sisters weren’t here, he’d probably just run away to his room to be alone for the rest of his days, his only company being Hina dolls.

Instead, he went with them, back up to their hotel room. He was about to sit down at one of the chairs but Shinju shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t sit there. You should sit on the bed with us.” She looked determined, pouting with a blush.

Chuckling lightly, he supposed he could if she insisted. He felt so comfortable around Shinju lately, maybe because she was dressed as a boy at the moment.

“I’m going to get some pictures of you two, okay?” Juju announced, picking up the camera and adjusting it.

Shinju laughed. “Wow, you’ve really taken an interest in using the camera, sis.”

“It’s… okay. I guess.” Juju looked away with a blush. She did like taking nice pictures for the people she cared about.

“Sure, just guide me through it, I’m kind of new to this.” Gojo mentioned with a nervous laugh. The girls made it look so easy to pose for photos but he didn’t know the half of it.

“Okay, you can just sit there.” Juju ordered him, blushing slightly. She was also a huge Soma x Sakuya fan but she’d never admit it out loud. Gojo complied with her orders and stayed sitting on the bed. “Good, now sis, you should cuddle against him.”

Sure enough, Shinju was moving beside him, their shoulders touching. Gojo shifted a glance at her, his cheeks heating up. Shinju nibbled her lip, looking down at her lap.

Juju was slightly displeased. “You’re going to have to get closer than that.”

Shinju nodded, turning towards Gojo shyly and grabbing his arm. Her heart felt like it might flutter out of her chest. A flash of the camera.

“Okay, now get even closer.” Juju ordered them.

“O-okay.” Shinju stammered, moving to cuddle against his chest, looking up at him through the silver bangs of her wig with sparkles in her green eyes. She was blushing hard, face heated but she also felt excited. It was almost like the picture she’d bought at the convention. The camera snapped a couple of times.

Gojo was looking down at Shinju, surprised. She looked so delicate and… beautiful. He smiled lightly, admiring her.

Juju spoke, “You know, it would be kind of cute if you two kissed. Just saying…” She pouted and looked off to the side with embarrassment, not thinking they would actually do it.

Shinju and Gojo both blushed a deeper shade of red, looking to each other for a reaction.

“Oh! Uhm… Juju… I don’t think Shinju would want to kiss someone like me…” Gojo admitted.

“That’s not true.” Shinju frowned, leaning in closer and kissing him softly on the lips to prove him wrong.

Her lips were so soft, timid but passionate. Gojo found himself kissing her back, his hands finding her waist and holding her. It was his first kiss, never before had he felt the touch of a woman. He needed more, couldn’t have her pull away just yet.

A flash of the camera. Juju was pleased.

“I-I love you.” Shinju said softly as she pulled away, blinking slowly as she leaned in to kiss him again.

She… loved him? Gojo’s heart fluttered in his chest as he took in her words and her lips. But, he wasn’t sure if the ‘I love you’ was meant for him or Soma. He didn’t want to mix up cosplay and real life like Kitagawa had done. It felt so wrong but also right at the same time, kissing Shinju like this. Their mouths moved together in a slow rhythm. He cared for Shinju and he wanted to make her happy, to live out her cosplay dreams, even if all of this was for Soma and not for him. It was the least he could do for her helping him feel like a man again. After what Kitagawa had done, his pride was broken.

Now Shinju was helping to pick up the pieces. She was feeling across his chest, her hand gripping his shoulder as she moved closer on his lap, still making out.

Shinju let out a soft whine as she continued her assault on his lips, the sound suggestive. Gojo could feel his cock getting hard as she moved to straddle him on the bed. Maybe Shinju was in for the kisses and ‘I love you’s’ but he didn’t want to scare her with ‘that’. “S-Shinju, maybe we should stop now.” He suggested with worry, his face a heated blush.

Shinju pulled away slightly, her face just as hot. She smiled lightly. “Gojo, you know, I idolize these male characters so much, but I’ve never seen a boy before, y-you know, down there.” Looking down to the crotch of his pants, her eyes widened with fascination as she saw the bulge. Instead of running away, she was touching it, feeling and squeezing his swelled cock through his pants.

“Oh S-Shinju… Y-You shouldn’t touch guys down there!” Gojo couldn’t help but moan, feeling like he was about to cream in his pants from her delicate touch. It felt too good to be touched by someone other than his own hand, even if that person was currently dressed as a boy.

Juju was still there too, putting down the camera as she didn’t feel right documenting this. Some things could just stay between the three of them. She knew her sister had a thing for Gojo all along. That’s why when she was visiting his house, she’d always blush and get all embarrassed. There was more to it than just the secret cosplay that her sister was embarrassed about. Juju opted to sit on the other bed and watched them, swaying her legs excitedly.

Knowing his school pants well because she was wearing the same ones, Shinju unbuttoned and unzipped him, taking out his erection.

“S-Shinju!” Gojo tried to protest, looking over to Juju with worry. He felt like he would die from embarrassment.

“Hey, you already saw me, remember?” Juju brought up with a pout, remembering when he’d walked in on her while she was bathing at his house. He had a clear view in between her legs that time. “It’s only fair that I get to watch you.”

Shinju looked to him with confusion, not having heard this story before.

“I-It was an accident!” Gojo reassured her, waving his hands innocently. “I just walked in and… I wasn’t trying to see anything! Sorry…”

“Yeah…” Juju agreed bitterly. “You’re forgiven but just shut up about it and focus on Sakuya…”

He guessed this was just cosplay after all, thinking back to the ship.

Shinju nodded, blushing slightly at the image before looking back down at Gojo’s exposed length, her hand feeling him with fascination. It was hard yet soft at the same time. Her thumb circled the tip and she gave him a few experimental jerks, pulling down his foreskin to reveal his full swollen tip. Curious, she ran her thumb around the rim, causing Gojo to pant and his face was burning bright red. It must feel good, she thought. Shinju wanted to make him feel even better. Leaning down, she took his cock into her mouth, her soft lips around his tip, licking and sucking on it as she’d seen in yaoi.

“Oh Shinju… T-that feels too good…” Gojo moaned, clutching her silver wig as she went down on him, taking more of his length into her sweet mouth. He thought that his first time would be a bit more normal than this and with Kitagawa but he couldn’t tell Shinju to stop now.

Shinju moaned as she took his cock to the back of her throat, sucking gently and massaging it with her tongue. Her hands were working at his pants, bringing out his balls and fondling them. She gently squeezed his testicles one at a time, sucking harder on his cock.

If she kept it up like that, he was going to cum. Before that happened, she removed it from her mouth, looking down at it coated in her saliva then back up at Gojo with an innocent blush.

Then she was taking off her pants, or well, his pants that he’d given to her for the cosplay. Underneath she was wearing pink frilly panties. Gojo blushed, gulping as she began taking those off too, getting a quick look at her slicked pink pussy.

Shinju was lowering herself onto him, the warm heat of her pussy meeting the head of his cock.

“Shinju…” Gojo gasped, clutching the fabric of her dress shirt, that was once his. He felt like he was entering the gates of heaven for the first time, her soft folds stretching to the size of his length. She was so wet, dripping down and soaking his dick. “Are you sure you want to do this with ‘me’?” He asked, feeling bad about himself.

Shinju stopped, looking down at him, slightly surprised as she blinked. “Of course I do. I only want to do this with you.” She reassured him with a loving smile.

But he didn’t understand. Was it with ‘him’? Or Soma? Suddenly it didn’t matter as her pussy took in more of his cock, hugging it tightly. There was no backing out now, not when he was so deep in the heavenly confines of her pussy.

Her eyebrows arched in discomfort as it went all the way in, deep inside of her as she sat there for a moment. “Oh Gojo…” She panted, chanting his name as she was working herself slowly up and down on him, her virgin walls adjusting to his cock.

“Shinju…” Gojo moaned. He couldn’t help himself, his hands grabbing her plush ass and squeezing it, feeling along her thighs. She was so soft, everywhere, while his cock was so hard, throbbing for release inside of her. Shinju threw her head back in a heated moan, her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly against her currently flattened chest.

Her pussy was so tight around him, warm, wet and velvety. It was the best feeling he’d ever had, being inside of a woman. He needed more, going so slow like this was unbearable as he thrusted his cock deep inside of her, hitting her cervix.

Shinju let out a yelp.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Gojo was worried that he’d hurt her. He should’ve been more gentle! It was probably also her first time.

“Y-yeah. It’s okay.” Shinju reassured him.

Juju was watching them from her bed, seeing her sister take Gojo’s cock, his hard length wet from her slick after every thrust. It was fascinating how his cock disappeared into her sister’s pussy just to pull out again, then back inside. It was making her wet in her panties to see such a sight. Juju slid her panties down her slim legs, spreading them apart and grazing a finger along her wet heat. She circled her finger around her clit then moved down and teased her opening. Sticking a finger inside of herself, she pumped it in and out, pretending it was his cock, taking it just like her sister was.

Shinju was moving faster on top of him, taking his cock in a fluent rhythm with her hips. Just then, her chest started moving and the binder broke open, her large breasts hitting him in the face. Gojo’s head hit the head board hard from the impact and he felt like he was going to faint again, his face heating up and he felt dizzy. He’d been doing so well when she was mostly dressed as a boy, he wasn’t ready for tits to enter the equation!

“Gojo! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Shinju fretted.

“I’m fine, d-don’t worry about it!” He stuttered, looking at her breasts which were popping out of the shirt. He looked back up at her. “You don’t mind if I…?”

Shinju shook her head that she didn’t mind, undoing the remaining buttons and releasing her chest for him, an innocent blush. She’d felt so much more confident as a guy, it was different showing her womanly parts to him.

Gojo felt the semen at the tip of his cock, twitching inside of her as he laid eyes on her perfect breasts. He was truly in heaven now as he went to touch the soft mounds, lightly pinching her nipples. As she held him closer, moaning with pleasure, his head ended up between her cleavage. Nuzzling in, he’d gladly stay there forever and make a home there.

“Gojo…” Shinju whined, bouncing faster on top of him, her breasts jiggling in his face.

Gojo went to suck on one of her pert nipples, moving his tongue around it in circles. He planted haphazard kisses on her chest as he moved to the other breast, hungrily sucking on her pink bud like a newborn child.

“Ahhh!” Shinju was seeing stars as her body fluttered with pleasure from her nipples down to her pussy, tightening around his cock. He was touching her in all of the right places, her most sensitive places were all for him. Never had she felt like this before, like an explosion of pleasure throughout her body, his cock nudging her insides in just the right ways.

Gojo’s cock was throbbing, feeling like he was about to burst from the tip. It was building up fast with each thrust, her walls clenching around him. The pressure was too much. “S-Shinju… I can’t hold it any longer…”

She suddenly felt a warm liquid inside of her and his cock was pulsing, making her feel all tingly inside. “Gojo…” She whined needily, hugging him tight as he released his load.

“Shinju… Oh Shinju…” Gojo moaned, finishing inside of her as he thrusted up into her quivering pussy. Semen was squirting out his tip and getting sucked up inside of her.

Juju was also getting off, her muscles spasming from her own finger, pumping in and out of her pussy. Curling her toes, she wiggled on the bed, her legs closing together from the immense pleasure of her orgasm.

As the climax ended, Shinju pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes and smiling. Nervous, her heart was fluttering. But so was Gojo’s. “We should… uhm… get cleaned up now. I’m a little sticky...” She admitted with a blush.

Gojo nodded, still in a daze at what had just happened. She was right though, both of them were sweaty and sticky now from each others fluids. It made him oddly excited to have Shinju all over him. Though, it was time for a shower and to get changed.

—x—

“Man, I can’t get ahold of Gojo at all.” Marin whined, her face glued to her phone.

“Who?” Akio, or better known as Sex Slave #32 asked with boredom.

“My boyfriend. He’s the guy who passed out earlier.” She admitted, her eyes, blue from the contacts were serious. “I’m really worried about him… My so called friends wouldn’t even let me go to the infirmary with them...” She pouted. “I bet they’re turning him against me or something as we speak…”

“Why do I care about this, again?” Akio raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Marin felt tears whell up in her eyes. What an asshole. Did she really not have a friend in the world right now? “Because… I’m talking to you about it?” She said, her voice wavering on hysteria.

Akio sighed. She wouldn’t get any comfort from him. “Don’t get hysterical. Look, you ain’t no dime. There’s plenty of sexy bitches out there at this convention. If you’re going to go on and on about some loser, I’ll just find another hoe to slam. You can’t even have make up sex with the guy when you haven’t fucked him to begin with.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Marin yelled at him, pushing him away from her.

“No need. Thanks for your virginity by the way.” He winked, a sly smirk on his face as he’d had when he first met her. “You ever think that’s why your boyfriend and your friends hate you now? Not that I’m complaining, at least I got my dick wet, stupid hoe.”

Marin shook with anger, clenching her fists. The hot tears were flowing down her cheeks, her eyes burning with rage and hurt. She missed Gojo so much! Had she really betrayed him with her cosplay? “You’re a bastard!” She yelled as she ran away in tears.

—x—

Gojo got out of the shower, changed into his usual blue work outfit. It was a good thing he’d brought a change of clothes. Shinju had gotten some blood on his school pants. They were currently in the sink soaking. He didn’t want his grandfather to pass out seeing that when he’d got home. Blushing, he was about to pass out himself as he thought about Shinju, what they’d just done together. His gray eyes were hazy, his heart picking up pace as he saw her.

Now Shinju was back to being a girl again, dressed in a light orange frilly dress with lavender flowers on it. Her voluptuous curves filled it out perfectly. She smiled at him, her long pink hair bouncing, among other things… as she went over and hugged him, pressed up against his chest. “Gojo, I-I’m sorry for staining your pants. I feel so embarrassed.” She admitted softly.

“Eh? D-Don’t worry about it, it’s a natural part of life.” Face red, Gojo felt like his body was turning into a volcano, heat rising and about to explode again. It felt so different being around her while she was dressed as a girl.

Shinju was looking up at him, blinking, her eyes sparkling like pink gems. She was leaning in, her lips getting closer, her ample chest pressing against him.

Gojo jolted away, his face as red as a tomato.

“Are you okay?” Shinju asked him with worry, looking up at him.

“Yeah, f-fine, absolutely fine.” He laughed nervously.

“Never speak about what happened here.” Juju stepped out, dressed in a lavender dress with black polka dots on it. Her hands were at her hips as she stared at Gojo, squinting her eyes.

“Ah, yeah sure.. I wasn’t going to say anything.” Gojo reassured, looking down at Shinju again. Did she also want him never to speak of this?

Then his phone buzzed on the desk where he’d laid it down earlier. He went over to pick it up and saw Kitagawa had left him multiple messages while he was out… amongst other things. He hadn’t thought to check it.

[Text from: Kitagawa Marin]
= Gojo! O-M-G! Are you okay?

[Text from: Kitagawa Marin]
= Juju said I couldn’t come with you guys to the infirmary… Have you all turned against me?! I’m hurt! Please tell me you’re not on her side, Gojo. I haven’t done anything wrong! At least let me explain!

[Text from: Kitagawa Marin]
= I’m your girlfriend, I love you! Please talk to me when you wake up. You guys are my squad. It can’t be like this. I seriously need you so much, I’m not even kidding. Like how could I even do cosplay without you? You’re my everything!

[Text from: Kitagawa Marin]
= Gojo! I’m all alone, hurting and crying! Those guys were total assholes to me. I need you!

Gojo’s face fell as he read the messages, staring forlorn at the screen. The most recent one was a picture of Kitagawa crying, make up smeared down her face. He felt a bit sad for her, that she was that deluded to think what she’d done was okay. But she was still Kitagawa. He still cared about her.

“I feel like I have to face her…” Gojo mentioned. He needed to know the truth but at the same time he didn’t know how much it was going to hurt to hear it.

“Are you sure? But she hurt you.” Shinju said, worried.

“I know but… she seems so upset and… what if those guys took advantage of her?”

“She seemed proud about it earlier.” Juju brought up.

Gojo nodded, the familiar pain in his heart. His eyes wavered. “I feel like I should at least see her though. I still care about her…” He admitted.

“I-If you think you should…” Shinju said, putting her hands up to her chest, she trusted in his judgement.

“We’ll go with you.” Juju decided, grabbing ahold of his arm. “Let’s go, Onii-Chan.”

Gojo blushed, his head swirling at the implications. “O-Onii-Chan?”

Juju pouted. “Yeah, when you marry Shinju, you’ll be my brother in law.” She smiled.

“Eh?” Gojo felt like he was going to die.

Shinju was blushing too. “Sis!”

—x—

When they’d found her down at the convention, waiting by a fountain, Marin launched herself at Gojo, clutching onto the front of his shirt as she sobbed. “Gojo!”

“K-Kitagawa…” He was shocked.

“I-I love you so much, Gojo! Do you still love me?” Kitagawa admitted, looking up at him with tearful eyes. There was mascara smeared down her face and she looked so broken. It was odd, a girl so beautiful as a Hina doll, was now looking the complete opposite. He wanted to help her, to fix her make up and care for her.

“Kitagawa… I…” Gojo averted his gaze sadly. But he had to know the truth. “Why did you do those things with those men?” He asked her seriously.

Surprised, Marin had to back up. “How could you even ask me that? I’m so hurt right now! You’re hurting me, Gojo!“ Her lower lip quivered sadly and a new round of tears were whelling up in her eyes.

He felt a pang to his heart, dead inside with silent torture. She just didn’t get it at all… He couldn’t even get an answer without ‘hurting’ her? Then he noticed. There was a cum stain on her cosplay, that he’d made for her, down on the bikini bottoms. Some other guy’s cum…

None the less, he took off his jacket and gave it to her to wear, to cover herself. Her eyes bubbled up happily, her tears subsiding as he did, taking it gratefully and putting it on.

“Look,” Marin shifted and grabbed his hands, intertwining them together with hers in front of him. She was smiling at him again, feeling so loved by his gesture. “If you want to have sex, all you have to do is ask!” Tilting her head, her expression faded for a moment as she glanced away, slightly ashamed. “But… Maybe not today though. I’m a little sore at the moment.” She chimed, regaining her smile, as if that was normal, for her to be sore from other guy’s dicks.

“Right…” Gojo said, slightly disgusted.

Kitagawa giggled, misreading his reaction. “Are you jealous? You shouldn’t be. I mean, I’ll be posting the pictures to my ManyPervs page later today that I’ve been running for awhile. I’m actually making a lot of money off that. Oh by the way,” She whispered into his ear. “My most popular photos are my Shizuka-Tan with a dildo set.” She winked, backing away, smiling sweetly. “It doesn’t mean anything, it’s all just cosplay fantasies. I know it’ll really mean something when -we- do it.”

Gojo felt like he’d just been killed multiple times, brought back to life by some evil god just to get slaughtered by her words again and again. Kitagawa was on the Internet this whole time posting sexual photos in the cosplays he’d made for her? For all eyes to see... “Uhm… about that…” Gojo began, looking to her with intensity. “We should break up.”

Her face froze, eyes widening and Kitagawa slowly broke apart by his words. “W-what are you saying? Gojo… you can’t…” She was on the verge of crying again.

“I’m sorry, Kitagawa. I care about you but some things have happened and it’s not going to work anymore…” He looked away, unable to see her like this, crying because of him. It was too painful. But he needed a waifu, not a whore.

“Y-you’re really doing this right now?“ Marin was astounded. “You’re slut shaming me?”

“What?” Gojo was dumbfounded.

“Hey! Manwhore, you’re the one whose been going behind my back seeing ‘her’.” Kitagawa was pointing to Shinju behind him. “You did her make up for her, I thought you only did -my- make up? And you buy her cosplays for her while you make me pay for mine. And I’m your girlfriend! So what if I fooled around with some other guys? It wasn’t like you were touching me. You make me feel so bad about myself that my own boyfriend won’t even touch me!” She huffed, out of breath, tears brimming in her eyes.

Another shot to the heart. “I’m sorry, Kitagawa…” He said, broken as a man.

“Don’t say that about Gojo!” Shinju butted in beside him. “He’s done so much for all of us. He doesn’t deserve to have you talk about him like that.”

Shinju, his angel… There was a tear in his eye.

“Marin, you have to stop this.” Juju joined in, looking to her seriously.

“Juju…” Marin was crying, even her idol hated her now! And worst of all, that slut had stolen Gojo from her!

“Here, wipe your tears.” Juju handed her some make up remover wipes that she’d brought.

Marin nodded, taking them and wiping her face. “T-Thank you…”

Juju nodded. “Look, do whatever you want but it’s his choice whether or not he wants to be with you.”

Just then, someone approached their group.

“Hey Helba, I see you found your cuck boy.” It was Sex Slave #32.

“Tsch. Go away.” Marin frowned at him.

Except his eyes were all over Shinju and Juju this time. “Weren’t you dressed as a guy earlier?” He asked, directed at Shinju.

“Uhm.. y-yeah.” Shinju replied.

Sex Slave #32 chuckled, then a smirk. “What are you, a transvestite or something?”

Shinju felt attacked, her eyebrows furrowed and she looked like she was going to cry. “I-I’m not…”

“I don’t understand why you’d hide a perfect pair of tits like those.” He added, ogling her breasts. “Damn, those are some nice milk jugs.”

“Hey, don’t speak to my sister like that!” Juju spoke up, going in front of her defensively.

“I think she likes it when I talk to her like that.” He replied with a flashy smile.

“Fuck off buddy!” Marin joined in, her brows furrowed. She wasn’t a huge fan of Shinju right now but she hated this guy even more.

“You know, I don’t even like cosplay. I just figured I’d watch the most lewd hentai shit I could find and then I dressed up as this ridiculous fucking character. I’m just here to fuck hot cosplay chicks and then who do I find here? Some dumb hoe dressed as Lady Helba herself hungry for my dick.” Sex Slave #32 laughed. “But, it’s time I find a new chick.” He started moving up on Shinju then, wrapping his arm around her and playing with her hair. “Yeah, you’re going to like it when my pierced tongue is touching your clit, baby, I know blondie did.”

Shinju looked to the side, feeling uncomfortable, blushing with tears in her eyes. “P-please stop…”

“You heard her, leave her alone.” Marin stepped up, grabbing Akio by the arm, her fingernails gripping into him to inflict pain. A slap to the face and he shoved her violently to the floor.

Gojo felt helpless. Kitagawa was on the floor, Shinju was getting sexually harassed, even little Juju looked horrified. Was he supposed to step in and do something? Was it up to him to do something? He didn’t know if he could. He’d never gotten in a fight before…

“What’s the matter, baby? I don’t understand why you ‘wouldn’t’ want me? I’m a hot model, I’m pretty amusing and I make a mean spaghetti sauce.” Slave 32 was saying to Shinju.

Shinju tried to pull away from him but 32 clutched her closer, his hand snaking in to grab her ample breast. Jolting from the contact, Shinju squeaked, looking to Gojo for help with tears in her eyes.

“What’re you going to do about it, cuck boy?” Slave 32 taunted, pinching Shinju’s breast over her dress. He was looking right at Gojo while he did it. “It’s always been a special talent of mine, finding where the nipples are without even seeing under the clothes.”

“N-no!” Shinju rejected through tears, trying to struggle.

“I already plowed your girlfriend, now let me take this girl too.” Slave 32 mocked him. “But you don’t mind, it gets you off seeing another man with your girl. Am I right or am I right? Cuck boy.”

It wasn’t true. Gojo thought back to that time in the classroom with Kitagawa. She’d told him he needed to tell people how he truly felt for his own sake. But he felt so frozen right now, unable to move or speak. He hadn’t done anything when Kitagawa was getting groped earlier. He didn’t like it, in fact he hated it but she seemed to enjoy it. How could he step in when she enjoyed it? He felt empty inside, like he was nothing, worth nothing. Kitagawa was a villain, just like the character’s she cosplayed. The truth was right in front of his face this whole time. But Shinju, she was crying, she didn’t like some other man touching her as Kitagawa had. He had to save her.

“Get off of her!” Gojo yelled, aiming to punch 32 in the gut. It ended up with 32 catching his arm, twisting it. “Argh!” Of course that was a bad idea. He had no experience fighting. How pathetic that he couldn’t even protect Shinju…

“Gojo!” Shinju called for him, grabbing 32 by the arm. “Don’t hurt him, please. I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t hurt him.” She begged.

Gojo didn’t know what was happening to him. It was like his body was possessed, acting only on instinct as he clocked Sex Slave #32 in the side of the head with his free hand. He couldn’t stand to see him bully Shinju like that, to make her beg for his safety. 32 was now stone cold on the floor, drooling.

A crowd formed by them to see the commotion and a security guard was rushing over.

“Uhm.. I’m sorry, mam. He was harassing these girls and I don’t know what came over me.” Gojo fretted, turning blue from fear and sweating.

Seeing Kitagawa and Shinju on the ground like that, crying and nodding with agreement, the security guard didn’t question them.

“Are you okay, Shinju?” Gojo asked her, feeling ashamed that it’d gotten that bad before he worked up the courage to do something about it. She probably hated him now. He reached out his hand to help her up.

“I-I’m okay… I’m just so amazed that you’d do something like that for me…” Shinju said, grateful.

“It was totally for me!” Marin butted in with a frown. Perking up, her eyes were sparkling as she looked up to Gojo. “Aren’t you going to help me up?”

Gojo looked over to her, expression serious. It was time for him to start saying how he truly felt. “No, I’m done with you. You’re just a villain like 32. Go join him.”

Shinju took his hand as he helped her instead. She went to hug him through her tears.

“I’m sorry, Shinju. I’ll never let another man touch you like that again.” Gojo said, wrapping his arms around her and returning the hug.

Shinju looked up at him and nodded through her tears, her heart beating fast from how scared she was. He’d saved her, he was her hero. “I love you so much..” She whispered to him, her face a heated blush.

Gojo pulled away a bit in shock, looking to her with widened eyes. “Y-you mean me?”

Shinju giggled at him. “Of course. Who else would I mean?”

His face was fully red, realizing how stupid he’d been. “O-oh, uhm… right… You said it before but I just thought you meant it for Soma and not for me.”

Shaking her head, Shinju smiled with amusement, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips. As she was pulling away, Gojo grabbed her hips and pulled her back in, kissing her again with passion.

He didn’t know how he’d worked up the nerve to be so bold all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that had him going. “I-I love you too, Shinju.” He admitted, his face turning a darker shade of red.

Juju went over and suddenly hugged Gojo from behind, joining him and Shinju. “Onii-chan.. Thank you for saving my sister.” She admitted quietly through tears, having been traumatized by the situation.

Gojo jolted in surprise when she’d hugged him, then smiled lightly. “It’s okay, Juju.”

Kitagawa got up, her eyes wavering as she watched Gojo with another woman in his arms, kissing ‘her’. Her idol Juju even liked him more than her. The tears were clouding her vision and the realization that she couldn’t see what was right in front of her this whole time…

Gojo and the sisters walked off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving her all alone.

TBC

Chapter Text

It was late at night and he was unable to sleep. Gojo was in his futon looking at InstaPic on his phone. It turned out Kitagawa had unfollowed him along with Juju and Shinju after the events of the convention. He went on the blonde’s profile, seeing skimpy pictures of her breasts hanging out of her clothing. That was… Kitagawa. Blushing, he could almost see her nipple in one photo…

Then he noticed something else. That was odd. She was still following his grandpa and the account for the store ‘Gojo Dolls’. Perhaps she’d forgotten to unfollow them. He went on the Gojo Dolls profile next and looked at the Hina dolls. Shinju had helped them setup the account and took high quality pictures of all of the dolls. They were so beautiful. She really captured each one of them in the photos. His eyes lit up and somehow he found himself on Shinju’s profile next.

Her profile was mostly filled with her photography, which left him in awe at how good she was at her passion. But there was one photo that particularly caught his eye. It looked to be from a festival in the summer. Both of the Inui sisters were wearing Yukata’s; Shinju’s was light blue with flowers and Juju’s was purple with flowers. He smiled as he saw it. They looked like they were having a lot of fun, Shinju’s face lit up in a smile and Juju with a little smirk beside her.

Gojo stared at Shinju, in awe of her smile as he started feeling hot, pulling down the blanket of his futon. Shinju was so beautiful. She had her make up all done, her lips a luscious red, cheeks powdered with a soft blush and her eyes were the most beautiful of all, sparkling light pink quartz with her long lashes coated in mascara. She looked so regal, yet innocent, like a real life Hina doll.

Looking down, the bulge of her large breasts were still noticeable even in the Yukata, her womanly frame unable to be covered completely. He could see part of her slender leg from where the Yukata parted. Eyes hazy, he thought about how he wanted to pull it open, to feel her warm heat again, the look of pleasure on her face as he touched her most sensitive areas.

Shinju, being inside of her… His cock was getting hard at the thought of what they’d done at the convention. He’d thought about it a lot lately and so, he couldn’t help but put his hand down his pants. He jerked his throbbing length, softly moaning her name, “Shinju…”

Feeling guilty for it, but yet he couldn’t pull himself away from his fantasy. He would be on top of her this time, plunging his cock into the depths of her soaked pussy, aroused for him. Tightening his hand around his rock hard erection, he pumped himself quickly, feeling the semen rising to his tip. Almost there…

“Oh Gojo!” A female voice called out in ecstasy from… his grandpa’s room, snapping him back to reality.

It was odd. It kind of sounded like Kitagawa. Had he just imagined it? Gojo stopped what he was doing, staring up at the ceiling as he thought about the blonde, what he’d be doing to her if she were making that noise. But no, it couldn’t have been ‘her’. Grandpa must be with an older woman right now.

“Mmm, that’s so good! Right there!” The woman continued to moan loudly.

Gojo removed his hand from his cock, twitching slightly at the unreleased pleasure inside of him. But, it was too awkward to continue with grandpa clearly getting it on in the other room with some woman. It was okay though. He was happy that grandpa could find love again at his age, smiling to himself.

After laying there for awhile, his throat was feeling dry so he decided to go get a glass of water. Sliding the door open, he froze as he saw someone, a womanly figure closing the door to his grandpa’s room.

Gojo felt a cold shiver through his whole body, turning blue and sweating from what he saw. This couldn’t be real… He must be dreaming… He recognized this woman. It was Kitagawa dressed as Shizuka-Tan, blinking as she noticed him.

Her lips formed to a smile, as if this was normal. “Gojo… I’ve missed you…” She said softly.

Gojo felt like he was going to die, feeling light headed as he passed out on the floor in the hallway.

—x—

Gojo woke up with a jolt the next day, back in his futon. Was it all a dream? The sunlight streamed in from the window and he could hear birds chirping outside, the start of a new day. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and checked his phone. Nothing out of the ordinary.

He thought back to Kitagawa last night, in the hallway outside of his grandpa’s bedroom. It couldn’t have been real… Yet, he felt so bad about it all, a tight feeling in his chest as he recalled it, the softness of her voice when she’d said she missed him. Shaking his head, he had to get over her. Was he truly over her?

All he could do now was get up and go through the day, walking out to the main room. Grandpa was there with breakfast waiting on the small table.

“Morning, Wakana.” Grandpa greeted him with a smile, opening his eyes and then staring at his grandson with shock.

“Morning, Grandpa.” Wakana said unsurely, rubbing his cheek as his grandpa was staring. “Do I… have something on my face?” Without needing an answer, he went over to a mirror to check and saw something worse than in a horror movie. There was a lipstick print on his cheek, like a woman had kissed him and left it there.

Wakana shrieked, holding his face like the famous scream painting. This… couldn’t be possible. Who could’ve kissed him while he was sleeping?

He turned to his grandpa. “W-was someone here last night, grandpa?”

Grandpa sighed, looking upset about something. The old man shifted his gaze down to the table, unable to look him in the eye. “I suppose I have to tell you something.”

Wakana braced himself, clenching his fists to stop himself from trembling. It wasn’t much use. “W-what is it?”

Grandpa looked up at him, his expression sincere. “You see… I didn’t get a chance to tell you yet since you’ve been out most of the time with your new friends. Well, I went to the doctor and…”

His head spun, not at all what he was expecting to hear this morning. This was the longest pause of his life. Just what was grandpa going to tell him?

“I’ve got cancer… Wakana, I don’t know how much longer I’ve got left, it may not be a lot but…”

“G-grandpa…” Wakana was crying, tears falling down his face like waterfalls. It hit him like a ton of bricks. He went over to sit down at the table, listening intently to the rest of what he had to say.

Grandpa was looking at him sincerely, a glint in his dark eyes. “I plan to keep doing what I’m doing, making Hina dolls and running the shop until I can’t anymore…”

Wakana nodded, wiping his tears with his sleeve just for more to fall.

“And… about last night…” Grandpa’s earnest expression changed to ashamed. “Marin Kitagawa was here…”

Now he felt like he was just punched in the gut. So it wasn’t a dream?

“I told her the news and she wanted to do something for me. She’s been doing a… business you could call it, visiting men at night and doing them favours. You’ve been seeing that pink haired girl recently so I thought you were over her and she was offering so…”

Wakana was broken inside, clutching his pant legs tightly in his hands. “I-I understand.”

Grandpa smiled lightly. “I’m glad that you do. I know you’re going to make a great kashirashi someday and my hope is that you can take over the store for me once I’m gone.”

Wakana nodded, feeling a heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He couldn’t even make a perfect Hina doll yet and now grandpa… It was all too much to take in, the cancer, the store, his ex sleeping with his grandfather, plus apparently she had a ‘business’ to do favours for men at night…

Grandpa got up and patted him on the back then. “I’m still here, Wakana. Please don’t let this ruin your day. You should eat something, clean up and go to school.”

“Y-yeah…”

—x—

On the walk to school, all Gojo could think about was Shinju. He had to see her, the only light left in his life. Opening up his phone, he began to type a message, considering if he should unload this on her now or when they’d met up. He felt weak but he needed someone.

[Text to: Shinju Inui]
= Hey Shinju. Would you be able to hang out after school?

He tried to make it sound casual, no sense stressing her out for the entire day, like his day was sure to be full of.

There was a reply.

[Text from: Shinju Inui]
= She doesn’t want to talk to you.

Another blow to the heart. He assumed it must’ve been Juju replying for her. But why wouldn’t she want to talk to him? Did they want nothing to do with him anymore?

[Text to: Shinju Inui]
= But why? I don’t understand.

There was no reply.

Hopeless. He was hopeless. Gojo couldn’t contain himself. The bell rang for class to start but he couldn’t handle it, hiding behind the building to cry his eyes out before class. But he had to get ahold of himself, go to school and take care of his responsibilities… For grandpa… He was counting on him to be a man, to be a kashirashi and take over the store.

Finding no more tears left to cry, he went to class. It was torturous trying to pay attention to the lecture. He couldn’t even hear what the teacher was saying. Everything felt so far away from him, isolated by his pain.

The bell for lunch eventually rang, his only saving grace. Gojo left the classroom solemnly, wandering the school to find a place to be alone. He found some abandoned desks near a stairwell and sat at one, feeling empty. He sat there for awhile, thinking about life, the tsunami that was about to come. It was almost to the shore, ready to engulf him in despair; losing Kitagawa, losing the Inui sisters and losing the last of his family he had left. Well, besides his cousin Miori but they’d always been distant.

“Gojo! There you are!” There was a cheerful feminine voice calling for him.

He’d almost thought it was an angel before turning, noticing it was Kitagawa at the top of the staircase, hopping down next to him. “K-Kitagawa…”

She looked sympathetic, her eyebrows arching sadly. “Gojo, why are you down here? Are you okay?”

The tears were whelling up in his eyes once again. “No… I heard about grandpa’s condition today and… I just can’t take it…” He said, not sure why he was admitting this to her but what was the sense of hiding behind an act now?

Kitagawa grabbed his hands and took them in her own. It was warm, comforting…

“Gojo, I know. I feel so much for you right now. I wish I could take all of your pain away.” The blonde admitted, tears whelling up in her pink contact eyes.

It was almost as if she understood his pain. To not have to be alone…

She got closer and took him in her arms. Leaning over him, she was practically in his lap, holding his head against her chest as he cried.

“K-Kitagawa…” He sobbed, hugging her back and clutching her school shirt.

“I told you, that I’d always be here for you…” Marin reassured him. “Because… I love you…” Pulling away, she looked at him, her eyes wavering with emotion. Leaning in, she took his lips in her own, kissing him passionately for the first time.

Gojo kissed her back, holding her as she was pressing her body closer against him, the crotch of her panties rubbing against his leg. It was odd. This was definitely bad, but somehow it dulled the pain and filled his heart with a temporary warmth. She was so warm and soft, the fragrance of strawberries. He suddenly thought of Shinju and there was a sting of pain. But she wanted nothing to do with him anymore… This was all he deserved, was Kitagawa. At least it was someone…

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he broke off the kiss, going to check it. His heart sunk. It was Shinju. It wasn’t a message but a picture. It was him asleep in his futon with Kitagawa. She was dressed as Shizuka-Tan, as she had been last night, cuddled up against him under the covers. The lipstick mark was on his cheek.

Another picture. His brain almost didn’t even want to comprehend this one. It was a picture of Kitagawa sucking on his… while his pants were down. He’d been unconscious and she’d defiled him. Something shattered within him and his eyes burned with tears.

A message now.

[Text from: Shinju Inui]
= Mind explaining this? Kitagawa sent us this last night… You really hurt my sister. I hate you so much… Just why?

Gojo felt like he was looking up at the devil herself, on his lap. Kitagawa gazed away, ashamed that she’d been found out.

“G-Gojo, don’t be mad. I was just ensuring that me and you would be together because we’re like totally meant to be together! We’re soulmates!”

“Kitagawa… Please, just stop…” Gojo begged her, trying to push her away.

“No, Gojo.” Marin looked to him seriously, her eyes watering with tears as she refused to leave his lap. “I’m not giving up on you! See, that bitch has given up on you. I’m always here for you, no matter what! I told you before, you’re everything to me. No questions asked. You’re hurting and she’s more worried about some stupid pictures. It’s not right.”

Part of him wondered if it was true. Was Kitagawa going to be the only one truly there for him? It hurt that Shinju and Juju hated him now. Maybe it meant something that Kitagawa would always accept him, no matter what. But could he accept ‘her’? What she’d done? “But Kitagawa… I was unconscious…” He tried to say, his hands at her hips. He didn’t want to push her off of him and hurt her but it was making him uncomfortable.

“Oh Gojo…” Marin brushed off, glancing to the side and then back at him. “I love every part of you, I’d never hurt you.”

Is that what he should be worried about? Somehow it all made sense but also felt wrong at the same time. “Okay, thank you, Kitagawa.” He smiled lightly, trying to urge her off of him again.

Kitagawa smiled, tilting her head with confusion. “Aren’t you going to have sex with me?”

Gojo felt like he’d just had a heart attack. Seriously, he felt like he needed medical attention. “K-Kitagawa… No, I’m not having sex with you…”

“Oh come on.” Marin pouted, adjusting in his lap, her arms around his shoulders. “Are you scared we’ll get caught and get in trouble with the school? Because,” She smiled then, looking pleased with herself, then unbuttoning her shirt. “Nobody’s watching!” Her breasts jiggled in her bikini top, free from the shirt as she announced.

“K-Kitagawa! Stop! What if someone comes down here?” Gojo objected, or tried to, his face heating up.

Marin giggled. “It’s just a bikini top, although this might be a little indecent.” She undid the top, the fabric falling down to reveal her full plump breasts. “Oops.” Blushing slightly, she stuck out her tongue.

Gojo could feel himself getting hard. The breasts that were teasing him this whole time were now right in front of him. They looked so soft, her nipples tender and pink. He suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands, waving them beside him.

Her lashes fluttered as she batted her eyes, leaning in to kiss him, moaning into the kiss. She grabbed his hands and moved them onto her breasts, squeezing them in both of their hands. “Oh Gojo…” Marin kissed him again before pulling away, cheeks heating up. She was embarrassed by this? “Y’know, this is the first time I’ve done this as just Marin. I swear it was only cosplay before. I’ve been saving the ‘real me’ just for you.”

She must’ve noticed his hard on because she felt over the fabric of his school pants, squeezing once before going to undo his belt. Then down with his zipper, she pulled out his length, her hand stroking it.

“K-Kitagawa…” He moaned, not having the strength to stop her.

She pulled her panties to the side, hovering over his length. He felt warmth at his tip as her pussy met his cock, a warm comforting heaven. It slid in easily as she plopped down on top of him, all the way to the base, her soft lips accepting him inside of her. It felt good but she couldn’t hug his cock like Shinju had. It was like thrusting into an open parachute. Still, she was soaking wet, dripping down onto his balls.

“Gojo! Ah… I-I’ve waited so long for this.” Marin kissed him hard, their teeth crashing together as she eagerly hopped up and down on him, taking his length to the depths of her pussy. “You can have all of me. You can do whatever you want to me. Dress me up, do whatever. Mmm, I love you sooo much, Gojo! Don’t you worry about anything. Mama will take care of you, always.” Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, she took her breast with her other hand and pressed one of her nipples against his lips. “Here, take some.”

Gojo couldn’t refuse, accepting the pink bud into his mouth and sucking down on it, swirling it with his tongue. Even after everything she’d done, Kitagawa was just too much for him.

“Ah! Oh my!” Marin exclaimed, going harder on his cock, her plush thighs hugging him on the chair. When she removed her hand, Gojo grabbed her breast to keep it in place, sucking on her nipple as she continued to ride him.

A prisoner to his pain, truly at rock bottom at the bottom of this staircase, he had no say when she was making him feel this good. He thrusted up into her pussy and Kitagawa gasped, working her body on top of him. More fluids were squirting from her pussy and she seemed to get wetter the longer this went on, wet slapping sounds as she met his base with each thrust.

Kitagawa took his lips in another passionate kiss, a heated moan between them. He kissed her back, feeling her soft breasts jiggle as he rubbed over her nipples. This was all he had…

“Oh!” Marin exclaimed, her lips still touching his as she spoke, “I’m so close… I’m gonna… A-Ah!”

He felt the walls of her pussy shudder around his cock, waterworks in her pool as she was squirting. She took him faster, every thrust of him inside of her pussy was like ecstasy to her as she rode out her orgasm. “Ah! I love you so much!”

Gojo couldn’t take it any longer, semen at the tip of his cock, about to burst. He grabbed her ass as he started spurting inside of her, white cream filling her up. Her pussy engulfed his full length and she was sitting on him contently as his cock was pulsating, releasing the rest of his load.

“K-Kitagawa…” Gojo breathed, feeling his hormones dissipate.

She got off of him then, a trail of cum running down her leg. Taking off her black frilly panties, she wiped up the mess on both of them and then stuffed the soiled panties into her bag. Marin winked then, sticking out her tongue. “Guess I’m going commando for the rest of the day. I hope no one notices.” She giggled, amused, lifting her skirt briefly to show him her bare pussy underneath. Fixing her bikini top, she did the buttons back up on her school blouse. Besides her hair looking a bit disheveled, she looked back to normal.

“I hope this helps you get through the day, my wuve. I’ll see you later, okay?” She smiled at him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and then left as the second bell was ringing to go back to class.

Gojo looked back down at his phone in his pocket, feeling disgusting. Now what would he say to Shinju? For the pictures he was unconscious, but now he’d been a willing participant with Kitagawa. He surely didn’t deserve Shinju at this point…

[Text to: Shinju Inui]
= I’m sorry Shinju… I was unconscious during those photos. I didn’t know they were taken. Things have been rough lately. I just found out my grandpa has cancer.

His heart was beating faster, hot tears in his eyes as he typed another message.

[Text to: Shinju Inui]
= Even if you don’t want to be together anymore, I hope we can at least be friends.

—x—

After the last bell had rang, signalling the end of the school day, Gojo felt a bit of relief that he could finally leave. He checked his phone and to his surprise, Shinju had texted him back.

[Text from: Shinju Inui]
= Oh no. I’m so sorry, Gojo. I’m here for you if you need me. Do you still want to meet up today?

[Text to: Shinju Inui]
= Yeah, I’d love to see you. I’m going to go home and check on grandpa first but after that, let’s meet up.

He was walking home from school when suddenly someone grabbed his arm. It was Kitagawa, linking their arms together as she walked with him. What did she want now? Did she plan on accompanying him back to his house? He gulped. This was bad. How was he going to get away from her to see Shinju?

“Gojo, let’s go home.” Marin chimed, batting her eyelashes as she looked up at him.

“Home?”

“Yeah, to your place. Don’t look so surprised. You and your grandpa could probably use some help. Remember I said I could cook and clean?” She giggled then as something else occurred to her. “You know, in afternoon class today, the teacher couldn’t stop looking at my pussy from under the desk. I spread my legs and touched myself a bit just to tease him. Funny right?”

Gojo jolted, his face turning red as he imagined the scenario. He hated it but somehow his dick was getting hard at the thought.

Marin giggled again, clutching his arm tighter. “Mm, you’re so cute when you’re jealous. But don’t worry, Marin’s pussy is all yours.” She winked. “I can’t say the same about Shizuka-Tan though, she’s kind of a whore.”

“K-Kitagawa, I appreciate you wanting to help us but I think I need to be alone for a bit…” Gojo tried to say. Regardless of what he thought of her, he wanted to get away right now.

Of course she wouldn’t listen, shaking her head and gripping his arm even tighter. “It’s okay to ask for help, Gojo, really. I’ll just come in for a bit, to check up on things is all.”

It seemed he had no choice. When they got to his house, they greeted his grandpa who seemed to be busy at work, with a knife and some wood. “Hello Wakana and Marin, I’m making some trees for a new Hina doll display. It’s going to be a beautiful sight once it’s all done.”

“Wow, well, it looks rad so far!” Marin commented with interest.

Gojo watched, feeling nervous as his grandpa didn’t seem to be taking the care he usually did and was recklessly shaving down the wood with the blade. It would be okay though, right?

Before he could think about it any further, Marin had dragged him off and they ended up in his room. She sat down on his folded up futon as she did the first time she was in his room. How far away that felt now…

He felt his heart leap to his throat when she suddenly spread apart her legs, lifting up the skirt to reveal her slicked pink pussy. Her clit was swollen and he could make out her opening.

“You were curious what the teacher saw earlier, right?” Marin teased with a smile, taking her finger and rubbing down her slit, furthering to arouse herself. “Mm, come have a taste, don’t be shy.”

“T-taste?” Gojo stuttered, getting flustered. He didn’t know why he was compelled to get down on his knees. Marin spread her thighs apart so he could get a better look at her folds. His cock was about to burst from his pants, he was so hard just looking at her.

He got closer, his tongue meeting her heat, licking it up experimentally as he tasted her for the first time. It was soft and warm but it tasted a bit funny. He kissed it softly and then gently sucked on her clit, causing Marin to throw her head back in a heated moan. Her hands met his head, grabbing his dark locks as he explored her with his tongue.

“G-Gojo… y-you’re so good to me.” She gasped, panting.

Gojo wasn’t sure what came over him. Maybe being a part of Kitagawa’s twisted hentai was better than facing his real life at this moment. So he played his part, tonguing her opening, licking up and down all of her sweet fluids just for more to come gushing out. Hearing her moans of pleasure at every movement of his tongue, he felt like he could be useful for something.

Marin laid down on the folded futon, Gojo’s mouth following. His strong hands were spreading apart her thighs, his tongue lapping her pussy like a wild animal. She couldn’t take it much longer, curling her toes as she felt the sweet release of an orgasm. “Ah! G-Gojo!”

At the same time there was a loud scream from downstairs, sounding like grandpa was hurt. Gojo removed himself from her, wiping his mouth and then running downstairs to see what had happened. Marin laid there, trying to catch her breath before fixing her clothes and then following him.

Grandpa was heaved over on the floor, a puddle of blood from where he’d gashed his hand while working on the wood. Wakana’s eyes widened and he felt like he was going to pass out from all of the blood.

“G-Grandpa! We have to get you to the doctor!” He panicked, looking simultaneously for the phone and a towel for the blood. He couldn’t move fast enough. He felt like he was going to cry. What next?

Kitagawa was suddenly by his side, squeezing his arm with reassurance. “Calm down, Gojo. Let me help him while you make the call.” She insisted.

Wakana nodded, not sure how he felt about her at this moment but it was comforting to have someone looking out for him. Finding some paper towels, Kitagawa went over to rub grandpa’s back comfortingly, cleaning up the mess and his hand. Wakana dialled the emergency line.

The ambulance came for grandpa and Wakana went with him. There was only one person allowed in the ambulance but Kitagawa insisted she would meet them at the hospital.

He noticed that Shinju had already texted him, that she was on the subway and Juju was coming with her to meet up.

[Text to: Shinju Inui]
= I’m sorry, Shinju. There’s been an emergency with grandpa. I’m heading to the hospital with him now.

[Text from: Shinju Inui]
= Oh no… If it’s okay, we can meet you at the hospital. We’re really worried about you and your grandpa.

“Wakana… It hurts so much…” Grandpa groaned on the stretcher, his eyes fluttering open weakly.

“I know…” Wakana said sadly, clutching his grandpa’s shoulder with comfort. He felt so bad for grandpa, after the cancer diagnosis and now ‘this’. Maybe he should’ve stopped grandpa when he was being reckless with the wood carving earlier but, would he have even listened? When the old man set his mind to something, there wasn’t any talking him out of it. Everything felt so out of his control…

Not to mention, Kitagawa had gotten him caught in her grasp, like a vulture on her prey. There was truth to her lies and that was the worst part. Wakana began to shake, crying uncontrollably. The paramedic in the ambulance had to talk him down from a panic attack, reminding him to breathe.

Soon they’d made it to the hospital and grandpa was taken to see the doctor. Gojo was alone in the waiting room, tears whelling up again in his eyes. Why was life constantly testing him? He couldn’t take much more of this. He held his hands up to his eyes as he started to lose it, bawling in the waiting room.

“G-Gojo…” There was a soft voice calling his name. It was Shinju with Juju by her side. They both rushed over to him.

“Shinju… Juju…” He tried to greet them through his tears.

“Oh Gojo, I’m so sorry all of this is happening.” Shinju sat down on the chair beside him, her eyebrows furrowed with worry. “I shouldn’t have doubted you from those pictures. I’m sorry for any additional pain that I’ve caused you.” She gave him her hand and he clutched onto it, unable to speak.

Juju was frustrated, feeling bad but not sure what to say. She plopped down on his other side.

“I-I’m sorry, Shinju…” Gojo admitted, getting ahold of himself so that he wasn’t crying anymore but still defeated. He looked to her, his gray eyes hazy with pain, face streaked with tears. He was broken but he had to tell her the truth. “Throughout all of this, I did some things with Kitagawa that I’m not proud of. If you hate me, then I don’t blame you.”

“W-what type of things?” Shinju asked, worried but not blaming him.

“We had sex…”

Both girls were shocked, quiet at the declaration. He could tell Shinju was hurt, pain in her eyes. Now he felt horrible.

“There are no excuses.” Gojo admitted, looking down into his lap as he gripped his pant leg tightly with his free hand, his other hand still holding Shinju’s. “It’s my fault, I should’ve tried harder to get her to stop. I just… felt so horrible and she was there, offering to help.”

Shinju gripped his hand tighter, her pretty eyes wavering with tears. “It’s okay, Gojo. Y-you must’ve felt so lonely. I’m so sorry that she took advantage of you…”

“Shinju…” Gojo said, the both of them crying. Seeing Shinju cry killed him inside. He quickly embraced her, holding her against his chest, even though it was a bit awkward in the hospital chairs. Shinju wrapped her arms around him in turn and clutched his school shirt.

“Gojo, I love you so much.” Shinju admitted through her tears.

“I-I love you too, Shinju.” Gojo sobbed.

“I for one, don’t forgive you though.” Juju mumbled, frowning at them, ashamed that her sister had grown soft. “No matter what, you should’ve known it was the wrong thing to do, to have sex with ‘her’.”

“Don’t blame him, sis. He’s been through so much, we couldn’t possibly understand how he felt.” Shinju explained kindly, hurt, but not blaming him. She knew who the true villain was.

Speak of the devil, it was Kitagawa walking into the room, rushing over to him. It took her a moment to catch her breath. “Gojo! I’m so sorry I took so long! How’s grandpa?”

Taking a moment to reply, Gojo looked away. “He seemed okay, considering. The doctors are looking at him now...” He answered, feeling awkward at his reunion with the blonde, especially with the Inui sisters there.

“So… Uhm… Mind explaining what’s going on here?” She was pointing to Shinju who was still hugging onto him. “You were just licking my pussy literally an hour ago.”

To his surprise, Shinju got up and slapped Kitagawa in the face.

“Stay away from Gojo! I can’t believe you would take advantage of him like that while he’s suffering!” Shinju asserted, glaring at the other girl.

“Oh yeah? Like you took advantage of him at the convention last weekend?” Marin countered, slapping Shinju back. “You stole him away from me and -I’m- the whore?”

Juju got up from her seat. “Don’t touch her, Marin!”

Gojo’s eyes widened in shock and he jolted up from his chair. “P-please don’t do this here in the hospital!” He begged them, going to stand between the girls.

Marin looked a bit sad before rolling her eyes, putting a hand to her hip as she peered to Juju. “Oh yeah? What’re you going to do about it, Juju? You’re like four foot tall. She slapped me first so, I was just getting her back. I think you two should leave. You’re upsetting Gojo.”

“I think -you- should leave!” Juju seethed.

Shinju looked worried, putting her hand to her chest. “I’m sorry I acted so rashly but I think we should let Gojo decide what he wants.” She peered to him.

Finally someone was on his side but when it came to what he wanted, he didn’t actually know. Looking down, his gray-blue eyes wavered. “I-I just want us all to be friends again, no bickering or fighting over me.”

Kitagawa grabbed his hands suddenly and looked up at him, her expression sincere. “Gojo, I’m so sorry! Super duper sorry. If it’s what you want, I can forgive these hoes!”

A vein popped on Juju’s temple.

Gojo backed up a step. “Okay, but you can start by not calling them -that-. Shinju and Juju are our friends, not… ‘hoes’.” He looked away, ashamed to have to say that word. “You should apologize to them.”

Nibbling her lip, Kitagawa nodded, turning to the two other girls. “I’m sorry.”

Juju still was displeased but Shinju nodded lightly. “I’m sorry too, for slapping you like that.” She admitted.

“Sorry for slapping you back.” Kitagawa replied, her eyebrows furrowing sadly. “And sorry Juju, for everything. I hope we can still be cosplay pals.”

Juju pouted, giving her the cold shoulder. “I don’t know, I’ll think about it.”

Gojo smiled lightly, hoping they could all get along again.

Soon the nurse came out and told him that grandpa was stitched up and ready to go home.

Over the next few days, Gojo tried to spend as much time with grandpa as he could, practicing his Hina dolls while keeping an eye on him. He’d gotten better but it was still a struggle to get the faces right. Gojo’s nerves had gotten to him and he’d frequently have the brush slip by accident and ruin the face. He looked at his recent mess up with disappointment. And she was going to be so pretty too…

Grandpa was there too, watching him sadly. “Wakana, are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, causing Wakana’s heart to freeze over in sadness.

Was he telling him to give up on his dream to be a kashirashi?

“Don’t get me wrong, I just hate to see you suffer like this. You’ve become very good at making cosplays recently so maybe you can pursue that as a career instead?” His grandpa mentioned with a light smile.

“It’s fine, grandpa. I mean, I can only get better from here on out, right?” Wakana tried to smile but he still felt terrible inside. He was such a failure. What was wrong with him?

He went to his room shortly after that, needing to be alone. He’d practically forgotten about his phone or the girls until he heard his phone start ringing.

Wakana picked it up and answered it. “Hello?”

“Heyo Gojo!” It was Marin’s unmistakably enthusiastic voice. “You haven’t been answering your texts lately. I just want to know how you’re doing and also if you want to come to the mall this weekend?”

Gojo thought about it, his initial urge being not wanting to go but at the same time, maybe it would be good for him to get out. “Sorry about that, Kitagawa. I’ve just been busy with grandpa and you know.. Hina doll practice and stuff. Sure, I’d love to go to the mall with you guys.” He admitted.

“Great!” Marin cheered and then gave him the details.

—x—

Gojo was waiting by the fountain in the mall, feeling nervous about being out in public. He’d been spending so much time at home recently, he almost forgot what it was like being in crowds. He was snapped out of it by golden blonde hair with pink tips as Marin appeared, taking his hands in her own.

“Hey Gojo, you okay?” She looked at him worriedly, tilting her head.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Gojo reassured, until he’d seen who showed up next. It was Shinju under Slave 32’s arm walking towards them with Juju off to the side, looking annoyed.

What was happening? What was -he- doing here? Why would Shinju hang out with this guy after what he’d done? Thoughts were swirling in Gojo’s head. He felt dizzy.

“Hey Gojo.” Shinju greeted him, a gentle smile.

“Hey Shinju…” He greeted her, looking away awkwardly.

“So!” Marin grabbed Gojo’s hand, interlocking fingers. “Want to go to the fabric store? I’ve got some new cosplays in mind, Gojo!”

For some reason, that filled him with dread, his face turning blue. “Uhm, Kitagawa, I can try to help but I’m afraid I’m not feeling up to making cosplays at the moment.” He admitted, hoping she’d understand. It was just a bad time right now. “Sorry…”

The look on her face was of utter disappointment, her eyebrows drooping sadly and her lips in a pout. “Oh.. well, it might help you feel better to do something, Gojo. You can’t keep making yourself feel bad forever and plus, you’re so good at making cosplays! Can’t ignore talent like that, man!” She giggled then. “But no, I get it. You feel strongly about this so I’ll drop it.”

“I appreciate it.” Gojo said softly with a nod.

“Y’know what, let’s actually go to the lingerie store instead.” Kitagawa winked, having an idea in mind to cheer up Gojo.

Gojo gulped, feeling uncomfortable in these places. Maybe all guys just felt this way? No, 32 (or Akio was it?) was way too into it, picking out frilly thongs and showing them to Shinju. Shinju just blushed and waved her hands in embarrassment but then giggled afterwards, looking up at 32 with a fond look in her light pink eyes. A look that used to be for him.

Kitagawa looked up at them and rolled her eyes, on a separate mission of her own as she looked at the lingerie sets. She found one that caught her eye and held it up for Gojo. It was black with heart shaped holes in the nipple area and crotch.

Gojo blushed hard. You’d be able to see everything with that!

Going to ask the sales person to try it on, Kitagawa left into a changing room with a deviant smile on her face. It seemed Shinju was also going to try something on, 32 slapping her butt and whispering something in her ear as she blushed, giggled and then went into another changing room. She was holding one of the frilly thongs that 32 had showed her.

Gojo’s expression fell, feeling dead inside. Going over to wait for Kitagawa to come out, he watched 32 warily. What did he say to Shinju back there? Why was he even here with them? Shinju…

Suddenly 32 swiped open the changing room curtain and Gojo got a glance at Shinju topless in a frilly black thong. She was blushing hard, going to cover her breasts but it was too late, he’d already seen her pert rosy nipples. Gojo could feel himself getting hard and he hated it. 32 closed the curtain again, stepping beyond it with Shinju. He thought about going to her rescue but then he could hear Shinju giggling lightly. No, he couldn’t. Shinju wanted this…

Gojo felt like he was in hell, his heart wrenching in pain. Someone grabbed his hand then, Kitagawa, from the changing room. She was smiling, hiding herself in the curtain like a blanket and she moved it, showing him her breasts in the lingerie. The heart shaped holes were revealing her round swollen nipples, breasts bursting out of the front. Now he was full out hard, going to cover the tent in his pants as he blushed. “K-Kitagawa.. cover yourself!” He begged until she pulled him into the changing room with her.

Stepping back, Kitagawa giggled softly, holding her hand up to her face. He could now see the bottoms of the set, her pussy and clit visible.

“Gojo…” Kitagawa took his hand and urged it down, rubbing his fingers along her eager wetness. “Mm…” She bit her lip, looking up at him with want her eyes.

Suddenly her hands were on his cock, rubbing it through the fabric as she pushed her body up against him, her ample breasts rubbing along his chest. Gojo fell down to the bench behind him, Kitagawa straddling him, her plush thighs on either side of him.

“Fuck me right here…” Marin begged, taking out Gojo’s already hard cock and getting ontop of it.

Her pussy sunk down on his length, hugging him in her warmth. Gojo grabbed her waist to steady her and he could’ve sworn she’d gotten even wetter when he’d done so. “K-Kitagawa, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this… What if someone finds out?” He panicked.

“Oh Gojo, just be quiet and then we won’t get caught.” She smirked, knowing she just thought of the best idea. She wasn’t giving up on this, riding his cock as she clutched his blue work shirt. “Ahh, that’s so good…” Marin was moaning.

Gojo clutched her hips nervously. And she was the one who just said to be quiet! Instead, she was mewling at his cock was easing in and out of her, her lower lips devouring him and then spitting him back out. He felt his cock twitch, taking in the sight of her in ‘that’ outfit, her breasts jiggling up and down as she rode him needily. “K-Kitagawa…” Gojo whispered, feeling the sweet comfort of her pussy as he wrapped his arms around her.

Kitagawa was pleased, her hands around his shoulders as she rotated around his cock, hitting all different spots inside of her vaginal walls. She urged her breasts in his face and Gojo took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it just as needily as she was fucking him. Her grip tightened around his shoulders and he could feel her long fake fingernails digging in his back, her pussy convulsing as she orgasmed. A gush of fluid coated his cock and balls and suddenly Gojo was cumming too, spurting his warm white fluid inside of her like an active volcano.

Both were panting heavy, looking at eachother longingly as his gray-blue met her hazy pink stare. Kitagawa leaned in and kissed him passionately. “Gojo, I love you.”

“Kitagawa, I love you too.” Gojo said, something about it feeling odd. He didn’t know if he actually felt that way still or if he was just saying it to keep her happy. He had just fucked her though so it had to be love…

A gruff voice snapped him out of whatever thoughts he was having. It was 32 from the other changing stall. “Oh yeah, baby. You really know how to suck daddy’s cock!”

Gojo died inside, his heart a withering wasteland at this point. He had to have been talking about Shinju in the other changing room… She was sucking his… He couldn’t complete the thought.

Kitagawa rolled her eyes. “He’s just showing off.” She mumbled, going to change back into her clothes.

The next stop was a premade cosplay store. Marin and Shinju both had stars in their eyes with excitement. Marin thought if Gojo was too depressed to make her a cosplay, she could always get a premade one. They weren’t as good of quality as Gojo’s cosplays of course but it was something.

Juju wouldn’t admit it but she was a little excited too.

Gojo watched as the three girls flocked around the store, Marin going towards the revealing outfits, Shinju towards the crossplay and Juju towards the magical girls. 32 stuck to Shinju, whispering in her ear again, trying to talk her over to going to the revealing section like the pervert he was.

Gojo gravitated towards Juju this time, starting to think she was the most normal of all of the girls. She was older so it made sense that she was more mature. “Juju, how are you doing?” He asked her.

Juju glanced at him. “Pissed off.” She said that but her face was still completely stoic.

Jolting, Gojo got nervous by her straightforwardness. “Oh, howcome?”

“You’re with a whore and my sister’s with a manwhore. How am I supposed to feel about that?” Juju said bitterly, her voice almost a whisper as she continued to search through the rack of cosplays.

“I’m sorry. I’m really not meaning to upset you, Juju… It’s just Kitagawa and I…”

“Whatever.” Juju dismissed.

“I’ll leave you alone now..” Gojo turned to leave, figuring it was for the best until Juju grabbed his sleeve.

“No, you don’t have to do that…” Juju blushed slightly and then let him go, peering off outside of the store. “Actually, you want to go somewhere else with me…?” She pouted to be so vulnerable, chewing the inside of her lip but she still had a soft spot for this guy, no matter what had transpired.

“Sure, but you think they’ll be okay?” He looked to the other three, cringing as he saw Kitagawa in a pink nurses outfit and Shinju in a matching blue outfit hugging up on 32 in some outfit of his own. It seemed they were competing for his attention. Alright, he -needed- to get out of here. This was too much. Why was Kitagawa suddenly for -him- again? After they’d just…

Juju’s reply snapped him out of it. “Yeah, I think they’ll be fine.” Juju agreed with a light smile, leaving the store as her wavy pink hair bounced behind her. She was looking really cute in a lilac coloured shirt and shorts. Gojo followed her as she went to a plushie shop, the small girl looking around in excitement. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her so excited before.

She had her eyes set on a red cat plushie, picking it up and looking at it fondly. Next stop was the cash register as Juju purchased the cat, hugging it under her arm, a pleased smile on her face. She looked to Gojo at her side as they walked through the mall together, blushing, a strange feeling inside of her. This guy, he was just so gentle and the other girls had already had a shot with him. Maybe she wanted a shot with him as well…

The two went to get drinks next at MoonBucks, Juju sipping a whipped cream mocha and Gojo had a matcha tea.

“So, how do you feel?” Juju asked him seriously from across the table, not being good at this whole feeling stuff but she’d try.

Gojo wasn’t used to people asking so seriously, not sure if he had a reply. “I don’t really know honestly...” He admitted with a smile, trying to stay strong.

“Oh… Well, I’m here if you need to talk.” She admitted awkwardly, a small blush tinting her cheeks as she was fidgeting with the straw of her drink. “It’s what friends are for.. right?”

“Thanks, it means a lot.” Gojo replied sincerely, glad that she didn’t hate him after all.

“Mm.” Juju nodded.

“So, uhm, I was wondering…” Gojo began, not sure how to word this. “What’s up with Shinju? I mean, why is she with… that guy?”

Juju thought about it. “I think she’s just rebelling because you got with Marin behind her back, honestly. I don’t like it though.”

“Oh…” Gojo supposed it was only fair but where was all of this jealousy and revenge going to lead in the end? What was the point? It just made his heart hurt and his head too.

“Gojo! Why’d you leave us like that?” Marin whined, coming up from behind him and hugging him in the food court. It seemed she was still wearing the nurse outfit, her ample breasts touching his back through the fabric. 32 and Shinju were there too, taking a seat at the table with them, still dressed up in cosplay as well.

“Kitagawa.. You.. didn’t seem like you cared if I was around…” Gojo said sadly, remembering Kitagawa being all over 32 earlier.

“Oh, Gojo.” Marin dismissed. “I’m all yours, it was just a little cosplay fun from Naughty Hospital 2. I still wuve you more than anything my brilliant cosplay maker!” She beamed, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek as she sat beside him. It kinda of smelled like cum but she hadn’t been sucking his cock.

32, on the other side of the table put his arm around Shinju and Juju, grabbing Shinju’s breast with one hand and Juju’s with the other and squeezing. Juju slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me, creep!” She growled, getting up from her seat and looking to her little sister who was still getting her breast groped by this monster. “Sis, are you really going to let him do that to you?” She asked Shinju with disappointment.

“But, look how happy it makes him, Sis.” Shinju mentioned with a blush, looking to 32 who had a big grin on his face.

Gojo got up abruptly, putting his earphones in and playing ‘Breaking the Habit’ by Linkin Park as he walked, his destination the staircase.

“Gojo, where are you going?” Marin asked with confusion, getting up from the table.

“Gojo?” Juju asked with worry but he kept walking up the stairs, in a weird trance as his eyes were grayed out and broken. He kept walking until he jumped off of the roof of the mall, his body sailing through the air and ending with a splat.

“No! Gojo!” Marin cried out in horror.

“G-gojo…” Juju shook, trembling as her eyes whelled with tears.

Shinju was crying too. “Gojo! I-I loved him so much… H-He can’t be dead…”

Then he woke up from his daydream. He couldn’t do ‘that’. As much as it hurt, he had stuff to live for, like grandpa and Hina dolls and Juju was still his friend…

“I’m going to order a drink.” Kitagawa announced. She came back a few minutes later with a multicoloured drink with whipped cream, sipping it happily until her arm slipped and the drink spilt all over her. “Ugh! Gojo!” She groaned, frowning at him. “I’m so flipping worried about you lately that my nerves are gone! Ugh, now my new outfit is ruined!”

“Oh, uhm, sorry. Do you want me to get some napkins?” He offered, not sure why he was being blamed for this. It only furthered to increase the hallowed out pain he felt in his chest. He just wanted to go home at this point…

“How is ‘that’ going to help? It’s completely stained!” Kitagawa argued with him. “Jeez Gojo, you used to be way more helpful than this.” She pouted.

“Yeah, cuck boy, get with the program. You gotta look after your girl or someone else will do it for you.” 32 piped up obnoxiously.

“I’m sorry… I think I’m just going to leave if that’s okay. I’m not feeling well…” Gojo admitted, his eyes stinging with tears.

“Gojo, don’t go.” Juju mentioned, nibbling her lip as she went over and hugged him, clutching the front of his shirt to prevent him from leaving. “Please don’t leave me alone with them..” She pleaded in a whisper.

“Yeah Gojo, we care about you and we want you to stay with us.” Shinju added kindly. “We’re all friends here, nobody is stealing anyone away.”

“Okay then, I’ll stay just a bit longer..” Gojo agreed but he wasn’t sure why. He supposed the girls had a certain grasp on him that he just couldn’t budge when they asked him like that.

“Hey, this is getting a bit boring. You guys want to come back to my place?” Kitagawa asked them with a pout, knowing things could get way more exciting in the privacy of her flat.

The others agreed and they all found themselves in Kitagawa’s bedroom. Kitagawa had changed into her new lingerie set, her breasts and pussy exposed to them all but she didn’t mind. She had to catch Gojo’s eye after all.

“Mm, you’ve always had a nice pair of tits, blondie.” 32 complimented her, pinching one of her nipples playfully.

Marin giggled. “Oh, stop it, you.” She could see Shinju giving her a disapproving frown but that excited her all the more.

32 and Shinju then went to sit on the couch together while Gojo and Marin sat on the bed. Juju wanted to be as far away from 32 as possible so she sat on the bed with them, not minding being close to Gojo either, blushing as she glanced to him.

Marin noticed this and huffed. Gojo was -her- man! Although, her cosplay idol suddenly giving googly eyes to her man had her oddly excited.

32 and Shinju were all over each other, making out on the couch as 32 grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

“Gojo,” Marin called his name, her tone something devious. “Why don’t you touch Juju? I’ve been feeling bad, she’s been left out all this time.”

Juju looked to him with a blush, not being able to deny her wants. “I… wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She admitted sheepishly.

Gojo felt something hot inside of him, his cock beginning to get hard at the thought of touching Juju. He’d already seen her naked that time in the bath, her small breasts and little pink pussy spread out before him. He remembered it vividly, her opening spread for insertion. He still thought about it sometimes, about filling her with his cock, as guilty as that made him.

Marin giggled. “Come on. You need me to walk you through it? You can start by touching her breasts.”

Shinju was moaning from the couch, already topless as 32 was fondling her large breasts, pinching her nipples. The younger but bustier pinkette threw her head back in sheer ecstasy.

Juju wanted to feel it too, taking off her shirt and bra, revealing her small breasts to Gojo and Marin, looking to Gojo expectantly. Gojo reached out his hand to rub one of her nipples.

“Mm… more…” Juju moaned, getting closer to him. Gojo opened his palm and squeezed her breast gently, pinching the nipple lightly between his index and thumb.

Springs were going as Shinju was getting full out fucked by 32 on the couch, thrusting into her pussy like a wild animal. All the while Shinju gasped and moaned, the wet slapping sounds of sex filling the air.

Gojo oddly didn’t mind. He had all he wanted right in front of him, leaning in to suck on Juju’s tits. Juju’s hands were grabbing his spiky black hair as he suckled her, swirling his tongue around her sensitive buds. Juju was whining out in pleasure, needing more, her pussy gushing in her shorts.

“G-Gojo…” Juju begged for him, arching her back as her small breast went further into his mouth. She took his hand and urged it down her shorts, her slicked pussy grinding against his fingers.

Removing her shorts and spreading her legs, Gojo couldn’t help but admire such a delectable sight, what he’d fantasized about since she fell in his bathroom long ago. He lowered himself on the bed and began licking her pussy, stopping every so often to suck on her clit.

“Oh my…” Marin watched, getting turned on by this. Juju’s flushed face, looking so cute as Gojo showed her the best time of her life. Marin wanted to get involved too, touching Juju’s breasts, she gently pinched her pert nipples, earning a gasp from the small girl.

“Mm.. ahh…” Juju moaned. Gojo’s tongue was still lapping her from below, flicking her clit in just the right way as he tongued her opening. Juju couldn’t take it anymore, seeing stars as Gojo inserted a finger inside of her, thrusting it in and out of her sensitive walls as he planted a kiss on her clit. It was embarrassing but somehow she didn’t mind as long as she was getting Gojo’s attention. “G-Gojo… I can’t.. much longer… Ahh!” She gasped.

Marin laid down beside Juju and kissed her passionately, groping her breasts and pinching her nipples as the smaller girl orgasmed from her boyfriend’s mouth. Juju didn’t mind, the extra stimulation causing her to feel even more electrifying pleasure exploding from all of her nerve endings at once.

“Mmm, you should fuck her now, Gojo.” Marin commanded, licking her lips. “I want to see you fuck her.” She said, completely serious.

Gojo jolted upright. “D-do you want that, Juju?” He had to ask for her consent.

“You can do it…” Juju admitted quietly.

A bit nervous, Gojo took out his already hard cock and placed it at Juju’s opening. Juju moaned as his length touched her sensitive folds. Kitagawa clutched Juju’s hand to comfort her as Gojo began to insert deeper into her pussy. Her warm walls were tight around his length like a turtle neck sweater, keeping him warm on a crisp fall day.

“Sajuna…” Gojo moaned, using her real name, feeling close and intimate with her despite whose bedroom they were in and their current company.

Juju blushed at that, her light pink eyes wavering. She did feel connected with him as well, despite it all.

“Is it okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” Gojo fretted. Juju was so small and with the sight of his cock entering her body, he was afraid he might break her.

“D-don’t think you’re special or anything, Wakana Gojo, I-I have done this before…” She admitted, having to appear cold on the outside even though his cock was giving her the best throbbing heat she’d felt inside of her body.

Marin watched, beaming with delight as she was fascinated, seeing Gojo’s cock inside of Juju, like her two favorite people coming together! Juju did look super cute blushing like that, her mouth open while she silently mewled. Marin wasn’t completely selfless though and wanted a turn herself, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. Gojo inserted two and then three fingers inside of Marin, fingering her while he fucked Juju. Marin took her hand and nudged Juju’s jaw towards her, giving her a kiss on the lips and the two girls made out as Gojo pleasured them.

Gojo’s life was going down the drain, the woman he thought he loved on the other couch, getting plowed by another man but at least he was having a three way. He mindlessly fucked Juju all the while, watching the way her pussy lips took his cock, thrusting his fingers just a little too hard into Kitagawa, the way their bodies shook as he hit the right places inside of them. He did care about Juju though. Maybe something could come out of this fucked up situation like them starting a relationship?

If she didn’t have something for Marin that was, as Juju was currently grabbing Kitagawa’s large breasts with one hand, lowering her other hand to stroke at her clit. Kitagawa let out a pleased moan as she returned the favour for her. Both girls squirmed and gasped, getting too turned on that they gushed their pussy juices all over Gojo’s cock and fingers. Juju held his hand tightly as her pussy fluttered around his cock. Gojo was exploding next, his warm cum shooting inside of Juju’s quivering pussy, coating her vagina in white.

Then he looked over and saw Shinju, looking over at him with a tear in her eye. Regret washed over him. Their eyes locked as they were both orgasming from different lovers, 32 plowing into Shinju’s pussy and squirting his thick stringy cum all over her body while Gojo creampied her sister. 

Shinju never thought it’d go this far…

TBC?