As the door opened, Yuna let out a shriek as she scrambled off the door, her face a shade of red that defied physics.
"Ahem, welcome…" Makoto slowly pulled Yuna back onto the bed and walked backward. "We were just checking the bed and the soundproofing. It seems like things are okayish," he smiled, dryly.
Yuna quickly dove headfirst under the covers, pulling the duvet over her head like a turtle retreating into its shell. A muffled and unintelligible string of curses came out from the lump under the sheets.
Mika was the first to react. She didn't look shocked or angry, she just smiled. "The soundproofing seems to be a bit of a failure, darling. We could hear your moans and the jingling all the way down the hall."
Ayane just leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed. "Wow, the main wife really goes all out for her private time, huh? A full Ganyu cosplay and everything." She let out a throaty chuckle. "That's cute."
Mafuyu just stood there, her face a flustered shade of crimson. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her eyes wide with embarrassment and something that looked a lot like envy. "The bells are a nice touch," she whispered, barely audible.
"Come on, if you keep teasing Yuna, she might explode." Makoto slid his hand under the duvet to rub Yuna's wig and poke her cheek, then turned back to the women. "So… who's next?"
"Oh, I think it's my turn," Ayane pushed off the doorframe, her hips swaying with confident rhythm. "I've been waiting all day for this, boss."
"Actually," Mika's voice cut through the air. "I think the new schedule puts me next. And I'm sure that you wouldn't want to break the rules on our anniversary, Ayane."
Mafuyu just stood there with her hands clasped, her eyes darting between the two of them. "I can wait. I don't mind."
The lump under the covers, which had been still, began to tremble. "IT'S MAFUYU-NEE'S TURN, IDIOTS!" Yuna's voice erupted from under the duvet. "SHE'S PREGNANT! SO SHE GETS THE PRIORITY! THAT'S THE RULE!"
Ayane, who had been poised to pounce, froze mid-stride. Mika's smile faltered for a second, a flicker of yandere rage flashing in her eyes before it was smoothed over by her usual unreadable calm. "Well, it makes sense. You should have a go first, Mafuyu." She gritted her teeth.
Mafuyu's face transformed with a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes, which had been downcast, lifted to meet Makoto's, and they were shining with love and undeniable arousal. "Me? Are you sure?"
"Ahem, Yuna was right. A pregnant woman should be given priority, aren't we?" Makoto chuckled, rubbing Yuna's hair, and winked at Mafuyu-nee. "So… what naughty, kinky stuff does our Mafuyu have in mind for this year's anniversary?"
"Well. I was thinking that maybe you could tie me up again." Mafuyu took a deep breath, her hand coming to rest on her stomach. "And then, you could…"
She couldn't seem to find the right words. "…you could fuck me, both my holes. Until I can't walk. Until I can't think. Until I'm just a mindless, drooling, pregnant mess." She whispered. "Is that okay?"
"Damn, so perverted. Both holes? Did you bring the rope and the vibrator with you, Mafuyu-nee?" Makoto chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, I brought everything." Her entire body was trembling. She was already a conquered mess, even though he hadn't even touched her yet.
Mika, who had been standing there with a frozen smile on her face, turned to Mafuyu. "Of course you did. Your bag, Mafuyu-nee?" Without waiting for an answer, she glided over to the corner where Mafuyu had left her overnight bag.
She unzipped it with a single motion and began to unpack its contents onto the bed: First, a neatly coiled length of soft red silk rope. Second, a thick and elegant black vibrator. Third, a small velvet-lined box containing a set of silver anal beads.
"Impressive," Ayane muttered, leaning against the wall like a spectator who had just purchased a front-row seat to the best show in town. "Mamafu came prepared."
Mika ignored her. She turned back to Mafuyu with a friendly smile. "Shall I help you get ready, Mafuyu-nee? Or would you prefer to undress yourself for him?"
Makoto's voice rang out, cold and stern. "Undress yourself, Mafuyu!"
"Yes, honey." With trembling fingers, Mafuyu began to undress. The soft blue maternity dress slid from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She was left standing in a simple white cotton bra and panties, her body a canvas of soft curves, full breasts, and the gentle swell of her pregnant belly.
Makoto stared at Mafuyu's naked body. "Help me tie her down, Mika." Mika's serene smile widened. "Of course, darling," She picked up the red silk rope. "On the bed, Mafuyu-nee. Spread your legs for him."
Mafuyu obeyed without question, looking like a sacrifice on the white altar of the hotel bed. Mika worked with calm efficiency, tying Mafuyu's wrists to the headboard, her ankles to the bedposts, leaving her helplessly spread open.
"Ayane, don't just stand there watching! Come and help her insert what needs to be inserted." He called out to the smirking Ayane.
Ayane pushed off from the wall with a slow grin. "Well, well," she purred, sauntering over to the bed and picking up the silver anal beads. "Look what we have here."
She held the beads up, letting them catch the light. "Open up, Mamafu." She looked at Makoto, eyes sparkling with wicked energy. "Don't worry. I'll make sure that she's nice and ready for you, boss."
From under the covers, the lump that was Yuna let out a muffled shriek. "YOU'RE ALL DISGUSTING DEGENERATES! GANGING UP ON MAFUYU-NEE LIKE THAT!"
"She doesn't seem to hate it, though." Makoto chuckled at Yuna and then crawled closer to Mafuyu and took up the thick vibrator. "On the count of three together, then, Ayane."
As they counted to three, Ayane let out a satisfied hiss as she pushed the last of the silver beads into Mafuyu's tight, clenching asshole. "There we go. All filled up for you, boss." She kept her hand there, her thumb pressing intimately against Mafuyu's trembling flesh.
Makoto followed up, slid the thick vibrator into Mafuyu's cunt.
A keening wail escaped from Mafuyu's throat as both objects slid into her at once. Her entire body convulsed on the bed. Her back arched so violently that only her shoulders and her heels were touching the mattress. The red silk ropes strained against her wrists and ankles. "AAAAAHHHH!"
Then Makoto turned the vibrator on, and a powerful buzzing filled the room.
Mafuyu's eyes, which had been squeezed shut, snapped wide open, unfocused and glassy. A string of drool spilled from the corner of her open mouth. "Ngh… ngh… too much… honey, Ayane, please…" she babbled, the words a meaningless broken stream.
Her hips began to buck and thrash against the vibrations, but it was just a frantic, helpless dance against the ropes.
"Fascinating," Mika said from the side of the bed, her voice cool and eerily detached. She was watching Mafuyu's thrashing with the gaze of a scientist observing an experiment. "Be careful, you're going to break her, darling, Ayane." But there was a hint of envy in her voice.
Ayane just grinned, wide and unashamed. "Looks like she's enjoying being broken, Mika," she said, and leaned in close to Mafuyu's ear. "How does it feel, Mafuyu-chan? To be so full and so helpless?"
Mafuyu couldn't answer. She just screamed and let out a long, mindless sound of shameless pleasure as her first orgasm ripped through her.