"Hm…" The man to my side grunted before he brought a lit cigarette to his lips and took a long drag. I tried not to show my distaste as the smell of tobacco hit my sensitive nose. "I'm not surprised you haven't heard about it until now, you spread yourself thin by taking care of the shelter and patrolling as two-"

"Three," I corrected.

"-Three identities. But it's curious that your friends at the shelter didn't say a thing until you asked. They have a TV. When I was there, they only watched the news and whatever game was on. Maybe they were trying to protect you?" He mused, exhaling a long trail of smoke. "It makes me wonder, did any of the clones know?"

"Salt told me that they kept changing the channel and when I confronted my clone he told me he was too busy taking care of errands, training the teens and cooking the food to watch the news," I snapped before looking down at the water bottle old man knuckles bought for me. I sighed and brought the mouth piece to my lips and took a long gulp. "Manami suggested I should stop patrolling as Smiley for a while… but I don't know… People need me. Even if some people have a warped view of me, I need to go out and help, you know?"

The man to my side nodded as we gazed from our vantage point towards the street. We were on top of a small building, both dressed in our hero costumes. I decided to go with the Hood so I could at least follow Manami's request.

I asked the old man if we could meet for a chat, but he was the one to ask me to come in my hero outfit.

"Well, you still have the other two identities. And if you're still adamant about going out as Smiley, you could reduce the appearances, that way you follow the request of your girl and still do as you like." Was his crude response as he brought his cig to his mouth once again.

We stood in silence after that, the only sounds that could be heard were the ones coming from the world down below - the people coming back from work, the people still working on the streets, street signs and the distant music of stores and clubs.

I let out a small sigh.

"I guess you're right. Manami is looking out for me, I just needed a second opinion and you were the only other person I trust that could see the full picture," I said, quickly remembering Kazuho, but dismissing the thought considering she would side with Manami, they probably arrived at the same conclusion. "So what now?"

The old man just sent me a quizzical look.

"What do you mean 'what now'? We clobber some punks. That's the best way to keep that energy pumping!" he laughed while sporting a maniacal grin as he brought up a fist and shook it with fervor.

I looked at him as he grew a second head.

"You can't be serious."

Before he could respond I noticed a group of people quickly running away from a group of police men. They were holding onto electronics and pushed people away from their path.

My eyes narrowed.

"Perfect timing!" Exclaimed knuckles as he threw himself towards the nearest pile of trashbags. "I'm taking the right half, you take the left!!"

I grumbled before I calculated the perfect angle and jumped towards a lamppost then the building that was in front of me, then changed direction towards the same lamppost and with another jump I landed on the street with my fist raised.

Well, I wasn't going to say no to saving the day.

---

Kazuho let out a preoccupied huff as she watched Gurē walk side by side with her.

It had been a few days since Manami confirmed that the white haired boy would reduce his appearances as Smiley and for some reason, a part of her felt relieved at the news. Not because she was concerned for his health - she was well aware of how capable and strong he was - but because he won't be able to engage in the protests in any way or form.

That was a can of worms they should stay as far away as possible.

'Ugh, stop thinking about it, happy thoughts!' She thought as she dropped her gaze toward her shoes.

Which turned out to be a fruitless endeavor considering that the current situation reminded her of today's event.

It went as she expected it to go.

They performed at half capacity. They didn't sell enough tickets.

10% of the present audience left during their part of the show.

20% of the present audience - which were her fan group - hyped the show.

It was a stark contrast to how previous events have gone.

Manami was a huge help since Makoto left with Captain Celebrity's team, but she wasn't as experienced at everything regarding the booking, contracts or contacts, so they had to put more effort for shows that have been going in a slow decline. Especially because they didn't have a hero that could sponsor them.

So they could only opt for small venues and the occasional slightly bigger event Manami managed to book for them.

Like the one she just participated in.

She let out a sigh.

Manami was the only reason the group she formed part of was still together.

And she did all of that during her free time while she wasn't helping Gurē.

"Hey," her gaze met the white haired boy to her right who gave her a preoccupied look. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Y-Yeah, why do you ask?" She inquired as he began to scratch his cheek where a big healed scar could be seen.

"You have been sighing a lot lately. At first I thought you were tired, but now I don't know," he said, examining her face for any signs of tiredness. "But I know some things should remain private, so if it bothers you-"

"N-No! That's not it!" She interrupted him, moving her hands erratically to somehow placate him. "I'm… I'm not tired. I'm just…"

Her eyes went back to her shoes.

"I just wish the events Manami booked for us were as exciting as the ones Makoto helped us get in the past," she finally confessed, ashamed.

She expected many things when their eyes met - shame for starters - but she didn't expect him to recoil in shock.

"Like the Sky Egg?" He slowly questioned, making her blink.

"Yeah, like that one, why do you look so shocked?"

"Kazuho, you almost died that day." Was his swift response.

She opened her mouth to retort, but then she slowly closed it after she remembered the events of that specific day and how close she got to dying not once, but twice.

"Oh. Ohh…"

"Yeah. If it wasn't for All Might I would've lost you."

If it wasn't for the bleak realization of her almost death she would've been blushing at his words.

She gulped.

"R-Right. I… I almost…" with Captain Celebrity, the other heroes and Gurē present, she felt secured and protected. But she forgot how close she was to never seeing each other ever again. "I guess the spectacle before the danger made me forget all about it,"

His hand reached for hers and she immediately interlaced her fingers without thinking.

"It's ok… You're safe now," she was so caught up in remembering that day that she just noticed that her breath quickened and her hands started to shake. Kazuho's eyes met the yellow eyes of the person she liked and gave a small sigh of relief. "I'm sorry for bringing it up… But hey, I really enjoyed the show. Your singing is improving."

A smile slowly worked its way to her face.

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, I thought your solo could've been longer. I was a bit disappointed when it ended."

Kazuho's shy smile grew as they talked about the event, making all the negatives turn into positives.

Once they were at the convenience store, they spoke a little bit more about doing a patrol together if she was up to it, before they had to go their separate ways.

As the pink haired teenager jumped from building to building making her way towards her house, her phone began to vibrate.

Stopping at the top of a building a few streets away from her home she opened her phone, only to notice the ID caller.

Manami.

She thought of not answering, but she owed the midget her career.

With a long suffering sigh she answered her manager… and rival.

"Manami, hi. Um, can you call me later? I'm still jumping." That was the literal signal that she is still jumping in her civilian persona and didn't have time to stop or get caught for the illegal use of her quirk.

O-Oh. Sure. Send me a message when you're home, it's really important, ok?

"Sure, no problem." Without waiting for a comeback she ended the call and resumed her jumping.

As she arrived home, she took her shoes off, made her way towards her room, retrieved her phone and plopped herself in her bed.

"Let's see what Manami wants." she said, sending the small woman a quick text.

---

"Hngh!" grunted the black haired young adult as he rubbed his leg while sporting a pained expression.

"You feeling okay, Kon?" Cream asked as she lowered herself to his eye level and just fretted over her sparring partner.

"Hm. You tried to use 'Shave' without having the proper leg strength," I said as I stopped my staring contest with Himiko just to see the man on the floor rubbing his muscles. "I told you it was going to take you years to get it done."

"It's been years," he answered with a dark expression marring his face, making me sigh.

"Guhuhu~" came from my sparring partner who looked at the man still recuperating as if it was a comedy show.

"One thing is to pull it off and the other is able to withstand it. I guess it's time to strap a log to your back to keep building those muscles," I said, rubbing my chin.

Kon was right, it had been years since I showed them the technique and so far the closest they have come to it was getting cramps on their legs.

The thing is, they had schedules, they didn't train day and night, they didn't run for survival, they didn't load themselves down with rocks to achieve greater speeds. They went to sleep in warm beds after a few hours of training.

That was why their improvement was so slow in comparison.

And I didn't have the heart to tell them that. So instead I sighed and offered them the next 'step' in hopes they eventually reach their goal.

My eyes then went towards Daisuke who was still running from one side to the other, a look of concentration plastered onto his face.

I sighed.

Without looking I moved out of the way as Himiko resumed our spar with a kick, then followed it with a swipe from her box cutter which I also evaded. We were in a safe environment and since I never let my guard down around her… Well, even if she managed to hit me with it she would not be able to draw any blood.

Because my body would immediately tense on reflex and the blade would bounce against my hard skin.

"Heroes are not supposed to attack with a knife to the neck when their opponent is distracted, Himiko," I said as I kept evading and parrying her fast swipes. My eyes began to narrow as her expression became more manic the more her swings missed. "Himiko?"

Before I decided to extract the box cutter from her hands, the blond grinned and predicted where I would move and aim her knee towards my testicles.

Only for me to stop her assault with my right hand and also stop the hand that held the box cutter a few centimeters away from my face with my other hand.

"Guhuhu~" she laughed before dropping her knee and relaxing her muscles, giving me the signal to let her go, which I did after a few tense seconds. "I'm not a hero silly"

"You told me you wanted to train to become a heroine," I told her and she nodded. "Then why are you employing tactics that only a villain would use?"

"I told you! I'm not a hero… Yet." Was the blond simple response. I rolled my eyes and gave a long and insufferable sigh, making her laugh at my frustration.

'You're lucky you're cute,' I thought with exasperation.

"Yeah, well, that explanation won't fly in the real world," I explained as I brought up a finger and began to point at her. I immediately retracted it when she went for a bite. I narrowed my eyes at her antics. "Don't test my patience, Himiko. Or you'll regret it."

"Is that a promise? Guhuhu~" she laughed, bringing both of her fists close to her mouth, a blush covering her cheeks. "Sorry~"

"Sure, sure. Now get in position. You're doing 20 laps around the park."

"Yes sir~!" She said as she lowered herself. I shook my head side to side before I put my weight onto her back and felt her hands hold my legs. "All aboard?"

I sighed again.

"All aboard."

She giggled and began to slowly run across the road trail of the park where I decided to bring everyone for their training. This was the same place where we used to train before Emiko's disappearance.

It was also the closest park to the shelter.

"Pick up the speed and watch your step. You don't want to fall and scrape your knees," I informed, getting an affirmative hum from the blonde.

It has been a few days since I decided to follow Manami's words and reduce my appearances as Smiley. Not out of fear or anything of the sort, but because I didn't know how to approach the situation.

Some of the points of the 'movement' were word for word what I had said to the Hero Killer when I beat him across the pavement. But it was also an angry 'movement' from what I managed to grasp going by what I've seen and the retelling of both Manami and Kazuho, going as far as to clash with the authorities that were increasingly trying to suppress the movement.

I didn't know how to feel about it.

They were protesting for better conditions, for a better life. That was something I could respect. But the protests often turned violent, sometimes initiated by the authorities and other times by the same protestors themselves.

How do you approach something like that?

I decided to forget about it for now and I breathed in, letting the artificial smell of coconut assault my nostrils.

Himiko's shampoo.

I heard the blond giggle, she probably noticed me taking a big gulp of air which resulted in me sniffing her hair, but she didn't say anything besides laughing at me.

She was strange, but cute at the same time.

She was also very nimble and fast. She was already faster than the kids - now young adults, really - that I had been training since their childhoods.

I wondered if she had previous training before I saved her from getting assaulted.

Maybe the facilities at her previous school provided good equipment and she had a proper diet?

Or maybe it was part of the package her quirk provided.

Whatever it was, it helped her catch up to the rest of the group almost immediately. It would not surprise me if Himiko would be the first to get down the technique 'Shave' before the others.

As I felt Himiko speed up, putting more power into her legs in the process, I wondered what I should do for lunch today.

'Chicken and veggie stew?' I thought, finally noticing the blonde started to pant once we reached Kon, Cream and Daisuke who were still doing their morning exercises. I blinked but then I shook my head and went back to thinking. 'There's some leftover rice though… Maybe fried rice instead?'

---

My back met the bark of a big tree and I slowly began to slide down until my rear touched the grass.

It was another session of training, this time working on my stamina against my clones. Two days of training non stop, besides going to the bathroom in the woods. But other than that, I haven't eaten or slept since I began.

I was tired, winded, hungry and covered in sweat.

I panted as my gaze went towards the congregation of clones all looking at me expecting for me to get up. Something that I began to do while taking big gulps of air.

"Stop," one of my copies said as he held his chin while looking at me with a frown. "You told me to step aside and watch from the sidelines so we can have a different perspective about the training… And I think I figured something out."

I let out a small cough of displeasure as I felt a small pain coming from my lungs when I took a considerable amount of oxygen, but it immediately went away.

"And?" I asked as I touched the tree for balance.

For a second I thought it would explode like last time but nothing happened. It seemed I needed to put my body through more punishment before I could reach 'that' state once more.

"So… When we fight, we often use our breathing so our perception sharpens and we can see the world slower than anyone else, yeah?" I nodded, following my clone line of thought. "But I've noticed that after prolonged use, you started to lose your breathing while you were fighting against us, until you could barely breathe."

I was going to refute but as I took another long gulp of air I winced as my lungs burned.

I decided to just swallow my pride and just nod.

"Which made me wonder if there was a way for us to learn to constantly breathe that way," he said while pointing at me. "And then it hit me. What if we train it day and night until we can do it in our sleep?"

"Doing it during my sleep?" I thought as I tried to recall a training regime from my foggy memories, but ended up giving up at the end. "How do you plan to do that?"

"You try to practice the breathing exercise while you fall to sleep and if it gets interrupted in any way or form one of us punches you so you can wake up and start over," my copy informed me as he punched the nearest tree, making it topple over. Every single one of my copies and I watched the tree fall.

A sense of dread began to creep on me.

"You get the idea."

My forearm met my forehead as I tried to get rid of the sweat.

"But first, go take a bath," "Yeah, I can smell you from here," "Better make it quick," "You need to get it done so we can become even stronger"

I let out a sigh, before giving a small chuckle.

After a short shower under a waterfall I found myself laying on the grass, a pensive expression marred my face.

I learned that breathing exercise on my own and while I haven't mastered it yet it didn't particularly take me long to get the hang of it.

How hard could mastering the exercise be?

---

"Ghk!" I gasped as pain flared in my abdominal area in which the clone in charge of my training punched me. As the world started to regain color I tried to make sense of everything around me while slowly regaining my breathing pattern.

"Two minutes," was the answer to the question I had in mind but didn't voice. "You lasted two minutes."

"This is getting me nowhere," I muttered, rubbing the spot in which my clone struck while sporting a frown.

"Want me to stop?"

I let out a sigh as I stopped rubbing my stomach and looked at the red imprint of a fist.

"Not yet," I informed my copy after fully regaining the breathing pattern. My gaze went towards the other clones who were collecting fruit, fishing and cutting wood for the shelter. "Let me try again."

And so, I tried and tried and tried until I had purple imprints all around my body.

Nothing broken but my pride.

I laid there looking at the stars and then at my clone who had a bored expression. I yawned which in turn made my copy yawn a few seconds later.

Most of the other clones were lounging in the clearing, some were taking naps, others were practicing techniques for insights that I could learn later.

And then there was me.

"Two minutes and thirty-four seconds."

And that was it. That was how much I improved after multiple attempts.

Of course, I knew I shouldn't feel discouraged by the small pace of improvement. It was impressive that I could reach two and a half minutes in just a day's worth of training. But even so it left me feeling slightly down.

I wanted to master this exercise immediately to compare the results and improve in other areas instead. Trying to sleep while refining my breathing didn't feel like something worth of my time. Even though it was important.

I closed my eyes and I spoke.

"Go take a break. I'm too tired to keep the exercise going," I let out a long breath. "Let's resume the breathing exercise when I wake up. I really need to sleep."

There was a long silence until…

"Alright. But I'm not going anywhere until you stop your breathing pattern. I'm not planning on waking you up, so don't worry about that."

"That's reassuring," I deadpanned before closing my eyes once more.

Well… Here goes nothing.

'Breathe in… Breathe out…' I thought as I slowly entered into a trance.

Then everything went dark.

---

"Uh?" I uttered as I began to wake up and felt the texture of the cold hard cement.

My eyes fluttered open, I immediately realized I was in an alleyway illuminated by dim lights. And not just any alleyway, but a familiar one.

"What the-" I started only to be interrupted by a small and shy voice.

"Hi…" my eyes widened as my gaze met the visage of a dirty child of whitish hair and green eyes, dressed in an All Might t-shirt.

'I… I forgot. It's been so long since I had dreams and my memories keep disappearing that I forgot,' I blinked as I slowly started to raise my body and take a seat on the floor in front of the boy and lock my eyes with his. 'This… Is not my body… My name is not Gurē… But if that's the case, who…?'

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

I was at a loss for words.

"I… Wanted to talk to you mister for a long time now…" the kid began as a small smile formed around his lips before it disappeared. His expression fell. "But when you lost your friend… I didn't want to bother you…"

'Emiko…' I thought with a wince, remembering the small girl who was kidnapped right under my nose.

My gaze went back to the child who sported a soft expression.

"I'm sorry for your loss mister…"

"I…" I began before stopping altogether.

I broke our staring contest and looked to the side.

"Do-Don't worry about it," I said as I began to scratch the back of my neck. "We caught the bad guys who took her from us. Just one more and…"

My gaze sharpened. My fist tightened. My muscles contracted.

"And it will be over."

"Really? Woah. So cool…" Was his response before a smile returned to his face. "I know it's too late for me to say… but I'm glad you became a hero, Gurē."

Uh?

That can't be right.

I blinked as the lights began to increase in intensity.

"Wait, what did you just call me?" I asked as white spots started to become unbearable and my eyes started to rapidly blink.

"Keep saving the day!" I heard as the entire alleyway was replaced with white light. "I'm rooting for you mister!"

The last thing I saw through blinks was the boy in front of me slowly disappear until only white remained.

---

"I can't believe it," I heard from my side as I slowly opened my eyes, only to close the left one as the sunlight hit it directly. "Are you sure?"

"I was at his side all night. I wouldn't joke about something like this," I blinked only to see a few of my clones looking at me as I tried to shake off the drowsiness I felt.

"What happened?" I asked before letting out a small cough. The audience around me gave me looks of disappointment as I began to take a seat.

The nearest clone arched his right eyebrow, moving his head to the side in confusion.

"You didn't notice?" My gaze went around the clearing, noticing that every single copy was paying attention to me.

I frowned.

"Notice what?"

My clone blinked before speaking.

"Are you telling me you didn't notice that you were doing the proper breathing exercise all night until now?" He questioned, making me stop.

"Huh… No wonder my chest hurts," I said while putting my left hand on my chest.

I winced once I tried to properly breathe.

"You did it unconsciously," one of my clones realized. "That's impressive."

"So, that's it? He mastered it, right?" "Or it could be just a fluke," "Maybe he was fighting in his dreams and that's why he could do it?" "Let's not rush to conclusions, he needs to do it again," "Alright, go to sleep."

I let another cough and looked at my stomach that was covered by bruises made by the fists of my copy.

I narrowed my eyes.

That visit with the child…

My past self…

Or the old host of this body…

Maybe that was the reason why I could maintain my breathing without interruptions?

There was no guarantee that this time it would work.

I raised my gaze towards the eager looks of my clones as dread began to creep around my body.

I didn't want to get punched in the stomach again.

Still, for the sake of the experiment. I had to.

So I got comfortable and began to close my eyes once more.

…

Only to be woken up by a punch on the ribs four minutes later.

---

I breathed in before I gave a pained chuckle as Manami scolded me while she administered ointment on my gut before covering it with medical gauze. She was not amused with the bruises my clones had left me. For some reason they found it funny to go all out to wake me up every single time throughout the week.

…

'Now that I think about it, I would've done the same thing if the roles were reversed,' I thought, closing my eyes and smiling at the pouty face of my…

Friend?

Lover?

After patching my torso and making sure everything was in order Manami gave a huff and went to the kitchen to get our dinner ready.

It was a slow night and I decided that I should take a rest after a day of work as a hero while injured. I went with my other identity which consisted of an oni mask and the outfit I had gotten from Ena a while ago, a stylish red jacket, black sweater, black pants and black boots to match the look.

I got mistaken as a villain by the civilians after I took care of a quirk user that was terrorizing the streets.

They even called a hero on me.

Thank god it was just another nobody so I was able to give him the slip as soon as I restrained the quirk user.

…

The sweet essence of jasmine assaulted my nose followed by the smell of toasted bread. I hummed at the pleasant scents in the air that started to fill the room.

"Do you need any help, Manami?" I asked, moving my head to the side until I heard my neck produce a 'popping' sound.

Something clattered in the distance.

"A-Ah, I'm fine Gurē," the redhead responded as her head popped from the door leading to the kitchen. She nervously smiled. "Just stay there and relax, ok?"

"Okay?" I uttered before looking at the table, positioned in the middle of the room. I blinked when I saw three plates and cups scattered across the surface of the table. "Manami?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you place three cups? Is someone else coming?" I rubbed my chin in interest.

I thought Manami wasn't the type to make friends going by our first interaction. She also told me of her life before we met. She was someone who lived alone and was shunned by her peers because of a mistake she made when she was young, naive and inexperienced.

So learning she invited someone for dinner made me wonder if she managed to make a friend, maybe a neighbor from the apartment complex?

"That's for Kazuho," the short woman said as she came from the kitchen while holding onto a wooden tray. In it I could see the kettle containing the tea and the steaming buns of bread with butter spread on the top "I invited her."

I blinked.

"You did?"

"Uh-huh!" She said while she began putting everything on the table.

It was at that moment when we heard the sound of knocking coming from the door.

"Coming!"

As Manami went away I wondered why she called Kazuho over.

Maybe it was someone's birthday and I forgot again?

Either way I just smiled and waved once both girls entered the room. I immediately noticed how both of them were blushing and not meeting my face at all.

I blinked in confusion.

"H-Hello Gurē," was Kazuho's greeting as she took off her oversized black jacket and nervously put it to the side. It had two yellow stripes on each side of each her arm. Under the jacket she was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a dark blue skirt and white socks that reached below her knees.

"Hi. We were just about to eat dinner. Wanna join us?" I dumbly asked as my eyes then went to Manami who was dressed in a yellow t-shirt and black short shorts.

"T-That's why I came, dummy…" she responded, walking side by side with the redhead towards me. "B-But more importantly, put on a shirt already!"

I looked down and noticed I was still naked from my waist up, the only thing covering my chest was the bandages neatly done by my 'friend'. I shrugged before inching towards the table and put myself in front of one of the plates and took the kettle.

I poured tea for each of us and set the kettle aside.

"I don't wanna," I joked before I began to reach for the black sweater on the ground.

Only to be stopped by Manami who gently took my hand.

She shook her head and directed it towards the still warm bread.

I took one, confused.

"Just eat. She's just nervous," she explained before taking a seat next to me to my right. The pink haired girl did the same to my left while huffing.

Nervous?

Nervous about what?

'They are acting kind of weird,' I thought as I drove the bun of bread to my mouth and I took a big bite. I decided to ignore it. 'They're probably trying to act friendly in front of me. That must be it.'

I smiled.

We ate and spoke about our week. I explained the process of improving my breathing exercise only to get deadpan looks from both girls. Manami told us of her work as a guide for my clones. Kazuho went on a small rant about her group, it seemed that the lead guitarist and lead dancer were now official and they were too busy with each other to show up to every practice. So more often than not they had to work with their schedules.

I gave a content sigh once the jasmine tea traveled from my mouth, down my throat to my stomach.

I've been training so much that…

I often forget to enjoy the little things.

I let out a pleasant hum once dinner was over. It lacked rice and meat but I guessed there was no budget for bigger portions, especially because Pop decided to accompany us.

Then once every plate and cup were in the sink the girls moved the table and Manabi returned to the room while holding onto a futon.

I arched a brow as both girls started to extend the futon big enough for two people onto the floor while sporting red faces.

They looked at each other.

Then both of them directed their gazes towards me.

I suppressed a shudder at the weird looks they were giving me.

"What's with the… Futon?" I asked as I felt my cheeks begin to redden. "Did you invite Kazuho for a sleepover?"

"S-So… Something like that," answered the redhead before she plopped herself on the white mattress followed by Kazuho. They left a spot open. "Co-Come here G-Gurē."

"Why?" I nervously asked, wondering what was going on.

I scratched the back of my neck as I saw both girls look at each other then look at anywhere else.

'Manami didn't say anything about a sleepover with the three of us… Did she?' I thought, confused.

"J-Just get in here!" the pink haired pop idol stuttered.

I did as I was told and plopped myself in front of them, an inquisitive expression marred my face.

"What's going o-" that was as far as I went before Manami leaned onto me and claimed my lips, making my eyes go wide. Before I could push the redhead away I felt Kazuho lean into me and put her right hand on my thigh and began to rise until it found its way to my crotch and shyly began to rub it.

Immediately I carefully pushed Manami away with one hand while my other landed on Kazuho's wrist and held it away from my groin.

"H-Hey!" I squawked looking at them with bewilderment. I could feel my pants tightening, but at the same time, I was very, very confused. I directed my attention back to both girls. "Wh-What's going on?"

They looked like deer caught in headlights. Then they stood in silence as they exchanged looks between themselves and me.

It was Kazuho who decided to end the silence.

"I-It was Manami's idea!" She accused as she retrieved her hand from my grip and began to shake her hands wildly. "I-I don't know what I was thinking!"

"Y-You weren't supposed to rub him there right away!" The small woman exclaimed, before she directed her attention back to me, only to stop for what felt like an eternity before opening her mouth. "I… W-We… Decided to… Share?"

…

"What?"

…

Manami meekly put her hands together and said.

"We had a talk about how we feel about you," her head went down and her gaze went towards her hands and she nervously began to play with her fingers. "A-And we decided that we would like to share you."

Share?

Share me?

I blinked, then I directed my eyes towards the other girl in the room who was completely red faced, her eyes went from my hard on towards me then to the side.

"Is that true?"

"I… I'm here aren't I?" She shifted her weight on the futon and then we locked gazes. "G-God. Y-You can be such an idiot, Gurē."

Oh.

"Sorry… I… I wasn't expecting that. When Manami told me she was going to call you I thought…" I uttered before stopping. I just realized I had two girls in front who were both interested in me and we were about to get physical. My face began to redden once more. "I'm sorry. C-Can we… Can we continue?"

"Huh-huh" "S-Sure."

This time it was the pop idol who took the initiative by holding my head with her hands and planting her soft lips against mine. She gave a soft moan as my hand snaked under her skirt and began to slowly rub her ass.

From the corner of my eye I saw Manami start to take off her own shirt and set it aside, revealing her breasts covered by a frilly soft pink bra. Between the two, I could feel myself harden even more, now that I was less confused. Manami noticed the growing tent in my pants and picked up where Kazuho left off by rubbing her hand against my crotch..

Kazuho moaned in surprise as my tongue touched hers, but she didn't shy away and met me in the middle. Our tongues interlocked and played with each other.

I let out a small grunt as Manami began to put more force into her rubbing, which turned into an appreciative groan when I noticed that she had slipped out of her short shorts while I wasn't looking and was now in nothing but her underwear. Her right hand had found its way between her legs and she had started to touch herself  as she watched Kazuho and I with a dazed expression.

After a minute or two of kissing, Kazuho retreated and began to pant, her eyes were glazed and her tongue was out.

Before I could ask if she was okay, Manami stopped rubbing me and directed my attention towards her, only for our lips to meet once again.

My other hand snaked around the redhead and landed on her scalp and drove her forward with a little more intensity, making her moan in turn.

Was this really happening?

I wasn't sure it wasn't a dream.

Something like this doesn't happen often.

So why was it happening now?

I heard some movement coming from Kazuho, who stood up and lowered the zipper of her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. Without losing a beat she took her shirt off and set it aside. Under her clothes she had some plain white bra and white panties. The moment she tried to lower her panties our eyes met and she froze.

I tried to close my eyes but I couldn't, so I let her decide if she wanted to keep going.

I heard her gulp but after a beat, she followed through with the motion. Despite my attention being with Manami I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she revealed her private parts to me. I noticed right away by looking at her panties that she was already wet. My eyes followed her hands as she went for her bra. She unclasped it and let it fall, leaving herself exposed.

Manami separated from me, a trail of saliva connected our mouths for only a second before it fell under its own weight. She made some space between us and then started to take off her frilly undergarments. Much like with Kazuho, I couldn't or didn't want to look away as she pulled down her panties and let her bra fall away.

'…What did I do to deserve these two?' I couldn't help but wonder.

Once both of them were completely naked, they kneeled in front of me and just… stared.

It took me a few seconds to get what they wanted, but once I did I began to take off my pants and underwear, ending completely nude, except for the bandages covering my body.

I closed my left eye as the redhead took me in her hand and slowly but surely began to pump up and down. The pink haired girl didn't stay put either, lowering herself until she was eye level with my crotch and delivered a small kiss that made my entire body shudder.

Kazuho kissed my cock a few more times before giving it a tentative lick. There was a moment of hesitation, as if she didn't know if she liked the taste or not, but it quickly passed as the head slipped into her mouth and began to suck.

I groaned in pleasure.

Manami and I locked gazes before she too lowered herself and joined Kazuho in giving me a blowjob.

I let out a growl, the pleasure both girls were giving me forcing the noise out of me. Both of their eyes locked with mine.

My hand landed on Manami's head. She stopped for only a second before resuming while I lost myself in her lovely eyes. I directed my other hand towards Kazuho's cheek and rubbed it with my thumb. She hummed, sending small vibrations through my cock still in her mouth.

I grunted, trying to keep myself at bay. I didn't exactly have much experience… but I couldn't think of any way things could be better at the moment.

It was incredible.

After a few minutes they exchanged positions and Manami was the one sucking me off while Kazuho kissed up and down my shaft.

It was hard to not compare them as they pleasured me. The pop idol was proactive and curious. She tasted my precum to see if she liked it enough to continue. While the small woman of red hair was bolder. She was more energetic and didn't mind to suck my member right after PopStep did.

Manami went deeper, getting a whine from Kazuho. The redhead dragged her lips across my dick until there was a popping sound when she came up for air.

I couldn't contain myself any longer.

Without saying a word, I held Manami's frame and positioned her under me on the futon. She let out a small sound when my hands landed on her body.

"H-Hey… I wanted to go first," muttered Kazuho as she saw me get in position and align my dick until it was pressed against Manami's slit.

"I'm sorry," I uttered before pushing my weight forward.

"I love y-" that was as far as Manami got before she released a silent scream as I drove my member as far as I could. Her eyes widened as her mouth hung open, her words caught at the sudden intrusion. .

I closed my left eye and grit my teeth, she was incredibly tight.

"Uhn!" she moaned as pulled back, before starting to thrust.

Kazuho, feeling left out, embraced me from the right side and began to slowly kiss my chest, leaving a trail of kisses until she reached my cheek.

Without stopping my hips from meeting Manami's, I moved my head so I could see the pink haired girl in the eye and kiss her. My hand found its way to her ass once more.

"Ahh! Ahn! Ahh!" moaned Manami as I started to slowly speed up. Her hands took a hold of the sheets and gripped them like her life depended on it. "P-Please don't stop!"

I grunted as I set in a rhythm that would benefit both girls. My tongue found Kazuho's and we went back to exploring each others' mouths. I noticed a dribble of saliva falling from the corner of my mouth.

"Nngh!" I closed both eyes as I felt Manami's walls flutter around me. I broke the kiss with Kazuho just to groan and open my left eye to see the redhead shake uncontrollably.

I saw the woman pant before her features began to return to normal. She was covered in sweat and had a few tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

"G-Gurē…" she muttered with a soft voice laced with pleasure. A smile formed around her lips. "I… Ahh… I love… You…"

For a second I felt as if I was completely reinvigorated with a sense of strength I hadn't felt before.

I decided to ignore it and smiled back before lowering myself and planting my lips against hers. She moaned as the movement made me go forward making my dick go deeper into her snatch.

We kissed again and again.

But before I could go again, Manami stopped me and with a loving smile she tiredly pointed towards the pop idol who was watching us with her hand on her groin. Her eyes widened  before looking to the side.

I gave her an apologetic smile before moving to her and positioned her next to the redhead, this time the pink haired pop idol was on all fours, her pussy inviting me to take her. She glanced at me  over her shoulder.

I managed to get a glimpse of her shy but eager expression.

"B-Be gentle, alright?"

"Sure," I responded as I directed my member with my right hand until it was at her entrance. I held her hip with my left hand. "Are you ready?"

"Y-Yeah…"

I began to sink my shaft inside her, earning a squeal from the pink haired girl who shuddered as I worked my way inside her.

I let out a groan of pleasure as her walls contracted around my dick, making me slightly grit my teeth.

Kazuho gasped as I began to move at a slow pace at first, but then loudly moaned when I started to speed up to the same speed Manami had to go through.

"It's so big… Ahhn!" she uttered while taking hold of the sheets and looked down towards the futon, giving me the perfect view of her back and round and cute rear.

I increased the speed of my trusts.

"Ahh! Mnn! Ngh!" Were the only words Kazuho was able to get out. I could feel her clenching around me as I thrust into her. "Y-You're- Ahh! G-Going t-to- Mmm! Fast!"

For a moment I almost stopped… but thinking better than to stop halfway, I slowed down my thrusts.

"D-Do you want me to stop?" I managed to ask while trying to steady my breath. It wouldn't do to lose control after all.

"N-No! Please don't stooOOP!" She groaned, her pitch jumping as I started thrusting into her once again. I could feel her starting to get close by the way her walls squeezed my shaft.

"Ah! I'm gonna… Gonna… Ah! AHHmmm!"

With one last trust I felt Kazuho shake completely as she came around my cock. She shuddered in pleasure for a few moments before falling forwards onto the futon, breathing heavily from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I pulled back until I felt myself slip out of the pink haired girl. Looking at her pussy drool… It was as if it was inviting me to jump back in and go again.

But I didn't.

Instead I directed my attention towards Manami who was toying with one of her beautiful breasts with one hand while she rubbed her pussy with the other.

"You… You didn't cum," she stated as her breath came out ragged. She didn't stop playing with herself. Her eyes lowered until they landed on my still erected penis. "C-Come here… Let me take care of t-that…"

This time it was my back to the futon as Manami pushed me down, straddling me as she looked into my eyes. Licking her lips, she lifted her hips. Pausing there for a moment as she lined herself up, she gave me a loving smile as she lowered herself down onto my cock. She paused for a moment as I started to fill her, but soon enough, she let herself slide down my cock until our hips touched.

… 

I couldn't help but smile.

"D-Don't worry… About cumming inside, okay?" I nodded at her words as I directed my hands and let them land on her waist.

I smiled up at her.

"Okay."

What came next was a long night in which each girl took turns with the sole intention of making me cum. It wasn't until the next morning came that I decided to call it quits when I noticed how out of breath both girls were.

Even though Manami was feeling sorry for my lack of release I reassured her that it was the best night of my life.

And that I wouldn't mind trying again another day. Or every day, for that matter.

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A/N: (Nov 6, 2025) It's 1 am right now, I can't sleep, that means it was drawing or writing and since my tablet was low on battery it means that writing won and now I'm writing as much as I can before the inspiration bug leaves me.

I find it funny that most of the scenes of this chapter were planned by the time I posted the last chapter. It's still early to tell but I'm 95% sure this chapter contains the lewd scene I promised a long time ago. Hopefully it's of your liking!

(Dec 15, 2025) Certain scenes took more than they were supposed to, so I apologize for not delivering the chapter sooner.

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