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The Danger of Komachi Points – All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! Omake – Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2022-03-13 00:55:17 +0000 UTCOne of the archetypes of anime rarely seen in other kinds of fiction is the badass intellectual.
As far as I know from my limited exposure to anything that doesn’t involve gravity-defying cleavage, most Westerners identify intellectuals as ‘nerds,’ which share far too many traits with otakus for them to be anything but outcasts whose main contribution to the plot is to assist a hero who has some actual chance not to die childless and unloved. Here, with our society’s hyper-focus on academic excellence, things are quite different: our intellectual characters are usually some of the most lethal combatants in the setting.
It may have something to do with how linked martial arts and artistic and philosophical pursuits are in our collective unconscious, or it may just be because there are very few things as cool as light dramatically glinting off square lenses being pushed up with two lackadaisical fingers before someone bursts into explosive, methodical violence. Or eats potato chips, one of those two.
What it comes down to is that, in the land of the rising sun, when a smart character says they’ve got a plan? Things happen. Quite often in slow motion and with plenty of special effects.
(Which may make sex a bit awkward for them, or incredibly awesome. One of those two.)
Still, if reality has taught me anything over the past two days, it’s that anime has lied to me all my life.
“So… why did you bring your mini-me?” Haruno asks me, blinking in what some unwary soul may think is confusion.
At my side in this booth of a café that feels far more cramped than it objectively should, Komachi bounces on her seat while still grabbing my arm between both of hers.
“My brother and I are as inseparable as the passing of the seasons, as a festival scene and fireworks, as a harem setting and a dumb male lead!”
Oi.
“That… brings up more questions than it answers,” the elder Yukinoshita says.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I answer as Komachi rubs the side of her face on my arm, thankfully not rubbing anything else anywhere else.
“I don’t. Which is why I’m asking.”
“Don’t. Trust me, just… don’t.”
“Brother, Komachi’s going to feel dejected if you keep talking about her as if she isn’t here.”
I pat her head with my free hand. She purrs.
…
I thought she was going for the whole dog-girl thing?
‘Are you complaining?’
I want my trauma to be consistent. And I don’t want to associate the downright Buddhaish Kamakura with… this.
‘Kinky.’
Not you too, Brain-chan…
“Moving right on before I give myself a headache; why did you call me here, Hachiman?”
I try to answer.
“Oh, he just wanted to pull off something noble, self-sacrificing, and dumb,” Komachi manages to say while still sounding adorable and cheerful.
I pat her again. She beams.
“… I feel I need just a bit more context before I can deduce what the Hell you two are going on about.”
Resigning myself to my fate, I slide a letter across the table.
She takes it out and reads it, eyebrows steadily raising as she does, until she folds it back into the envelope with a satisfied grin that would make all my meager body hair stand on end if Komachi hadn’t already taken care of that once we sat down in here.
Of making my body hair raise, I mean.
‘Sure. Just that.’
Shut up.
“I don’t think it’s as dumb as you seem to think. This would certainly get my mother to back off and provide the opening for Hachiman to—”
“To reject Yukino in a way that would send her right into Yui’s arms and tie up both loose ends nicely. Yeah, I know. That’s why it’s dumb.”
Haruno cocks her head to the side in almost bird-like confusion.
Then makes a strangled sound.
“What the—!”
“Welcome to my world,” I mutter.
“You aren’t making a harem with my sister in it, Hachiman! That’s most definitely not what I asked of you!”
“Oh, that’s… That’s what you got out of this, uh? I guess nobody’s perfect…” I answer while desperately wishing I had both hands available to rub my temples.
Haruno blinks. Then her eyes turn from mine to Komachi’s.
“Explain,” she demands, likely for the first time in her life.
Komachi grins.
“It’s not grossther who’s crafting a harem…”
I, once again and for the too-many-times-to-keep-count since yesterday, groan.
And Haruno blinks in piqued interest.
***
“I don’t believe you,” she says, after my little sister’s succinct recounting of yesterday’s events.
“I envy you,” I answer.
“Hey,” Komachi grumbles. And pokes my side with enough strength to dent a cheap car.
I hold back my pained hissing and look at Haruno in what I hope is pity-inspiring despair. As opposite to amusement-inducing suffering, I mean.
In her case, I think that’s a tough needle to thread.
“Right, you really expect me to just… just believe you’ve apparently fucked your younger sister into wanting to gather a harem for you. As highly as I’ve always regarded you, Hachiman, that just seems slightly beyond your capabilities,” Haruno says before elegantly taking a sip of her latte.
“I mean, it’s not like I blame you. Brother’s dick is something that can’t be believed without witnessing first-hand its true power.”
Once again, I’m grateful for my newfound habit not to drink in Komachi’s presence.
Haruno’s wide eyes and unnaturally steady hand, though, tells me she’s just found out why I’ve barely touched my own green tea.
Meanwhile, Komachi merrily drinks her soda, secure in the knowledge she holds the power over hydration at this table.
“What?” Haruno manages with a voice that’s just scratchy enough for me to admire her steely self-control.
Because that coffee is wafting off steam. I would’ve cried like a little girl.
‘A little girl being speared on her brother’s cock or—’
Brain-chan, I will hurt you.
‘As if you could do anything to me that hasn’t already been done. I’m free! Free of fear, as there’s now only certainty! Free of the future, for the past only holds—’
I will ask Zaimokuza for his early drafts.
‘I’ll be good.’
I don’t believe you.
“His dick,” Komachi continues, uncaring of the inner struggle happening in the body that she uses to rub her breasts against, “I always thought hentai exaggerated, you know? That, if sex was that good, people wouldn’t do anything other than fuck like rabbits all day long. But the moment I felt him spreading me open, his hard, burning thing pushing my flesh aside just so it could reach my womb and push it down with every stroke… Oh gods, I started to cum and never stopped. It makes me so wet just to think about it that I think I just stained this seat.”
Knowing some of that is hyperbole, but not knowing how much or which part, I discreetly hand off some paper napkins to her, which she gratefully takes and proceeds to stuff beneath her skirt.
Haruno looks at our interaction.
And blinks.
“No fucking way,” she eloquently states.
“Oh, yes. Yes fucking way,” Komachi ripostes.
And, once again, I find myself groaning. My non-verbal contributions to this conversation are surely a valuable part of the communicative process, yet some non-charitable soul may still think they leave something to be desired.
“Does Shizuka—”
“We spent the night at her place. In fact, due to our father finding out, we are currently living with her.”
Haruno, once again, blinks. Twice.
Then turns to me.
“And she hasn’t murdered you?”
“The fact I still have all my limbs in working order worries me to no end. I feel someone should take care of her clearly failing mental health. Old age surely—”
“Brother, don’t tempt fate that much.”
“Komachi, you don’t understand, it’s part of the endearing dynamic Shizu and I have: I tease her about her Christmas Cake status, she threatens ungodly amounts of violence upon me, and then we make out like sexual tension is a thing that could ever have a healthy outlet. Of course, your intrusion upon that dynamic may have slightly shifted how everything works.”
“I am pretty sure you just made up that whole thing.”
“Ah, you know me so well. Truly, you are a little sister among little sisters, to divine the heart of your brother with so few cues.”
“The heart’s not the only thing I can divine, you know?”
“I’m afraid any traditional divination based upon the casting of bones or reading of entrails is something I will deem as vile superstition whose results should never be trusted.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Yet here we are, in public, and I cannot, for the life of me, fathom what you mean.”
A hand slides down my arm and squeezes with just the right amount of pressure between my legs to make me jump in my seat.
“Are you sure about that, brother?” she asks, the hand lazily stroking along the quickly filling left leg of my pants.
Haruno’s eyebrows shoot up.
And, shortly after, a naked foot joins the hand.
…
It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it?
***
One thing that Japan has absolute and total dominance over the rest of the world in, asides from animated (pseudo and actual) pornography, is toilet design.
For instance, whereas foreigners are doomed to listen to the sounds of their own bowel movements, we Japanese often have available a function called ‘Sound Princess,’ a handy button that, according to the model, will play either the sound of flushing water or some music so that the user won’t be embarrassed by the awful reality of having a physical body that has yet to reach Budahood. I’m told Westerners have a feeling akin to it called ‘Catholic Guilt,’ but that it’s far less focused on crushing shame at natural bodily functions and more on having been born at all.
Given recent developments in my life, I entirely sympathize.
That doesn’t stop me from leisurely wandering in front of the toilets of our chosen café until the door to the accessible toilet opens to let somewhat soothing music out and a quick arm to drag me in.
As the door slams behind me with a not at all ominous sound that has very little to do with the bells of a church with a dark secret, I behold a blushing Haruno (why?!) and a smirking, very naked Komachi (I know the why).
“I still don’t think I—” Haruno starts.
“You just had your foot rubbing along my brother’s cock. No more plausible deniability, future sister-in-law.”
“I was just checking!”
“Oh? The length? The girth? Because both are more than—”
“If you were actually jacking him off in public!”
“I wasn’t,” Komachi says. And then she kneels in front of me, unzips my pants with worrying ease, and fishes out my cock. “Now I am.”
Haruno stares. I swallow.
‘Jumping the gun a bit, aren’t you?’
Not like that!
“Also, jacking him off is not the most fun thing you can do with this,” Komachi whispers, her eyes going from Haruno to mine before she leans forward and starts lashing quick, flickering licks just below my glans.
‘… Bet you she swallows.’
That’s a losing bet, Brain-chan. Or a winning one. I’m a bit unclear about absolutely everything, at the moment.
Unlike Komachi, who isn’t wasting any time getting my pants and underwear off as she keeps maneuvering my member with her left hand and lavishing oral attention on it.
Yeah. She doesn’t look unclear. At all.
Haruno, on the other hand…
“I can safely say I wasn’t expecting to see this when I left Yukino’s apartment this morning…” the older girl says, leaning back on the white tiles of the wall beside the toilet.
“I bet it looks better in person,” Komachi comments before engulfing the whole tip and swirling her tongue around it.
And then lapping up the slit for any precum she still pretends tastes like ambrosia.
Though Haruno’s glare is kinda ruining the mood.
‘Ruining or… enhancing?’
No, Brain-chan. This isn’t the time for you to discover new fetishes. I have my hands full with the current load.
‘That’s what she said.’
I despise you.
“I mean… would you be able to keep any secrets from your little sister if she was doing something like this to you?” I ask Haruno as a way to both dodge Brain-chan’s follow-up and to hopefully avoid the older girl’s glare awakening something that can no longer be put down to rest.
The way she takes a deep breath as her eyes widen, though…
“Wait... you and Yukinoshi—” I start to say.
And now there’s a palm pressing on my mouth to silence me.
How nostalgic.
“I’ve never done something like this with my younger sister,” Haruno hisses.
“But you wish you diiiid,” Komachi singsongs using my dick as a fake microphone.
… That is far hotter than it has any right to be.
“What?” Haruno says in the tone other, lesser beings may say, ‘from hell’s heart I stab at thee.’
“Oh, please, all those remarks about her love life? Constantly prodding at her to get a reaction? Desperately trying to get her hooked up with the first viable candidate that came up? As if I don’t know the signs,” Komachi says as she rolls her eyes.
…
Slowly, carefully, and very much trying not to be noticed by any predator whose vision is motion-based, I look up from the short girl handling my member to the taller girl blocking my mouth.
She’s sweating. And looking down both at Komachi and my dick.
I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but I know I’m absolutely not ready, at all, for it.
‘You know what? When you’re right, you’re right. See ya!’
Wait! Brain-chan, don’t leave me alone in here! I don’t know what to do.
‘Oh, I’m not leaving you alone.’
What do you mean?!
Hello there.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Answering a primal urge quite a few parts of me don’t understand, and a few others are scared shitless by, I grab Haruno’s forearm and squeeze with enough strength to make her look up at me before dragging her hand down.
“You’ve been very, very naughty, Haruno,” I tell her, with a gravelly, deep voice that rumbles up my chest and vibrates in my throat.
Her breathing quickens, and Komachi dives to take my cock in her mouth until her lips meet her hand.
She’s also started fingering herself.
“Fantasizing about taking your younger sister and forcing her down on the bed as you laid on top of her? Naughty. Flirting with me as you imagined what it would be like to watch as I pounded her senseless? That may be slightly worse. But tell me, Haruno, what’s the one thing you came up with as you touched yourself, as you plunged your fingers in and out of your body that night you masturbated to Shizu and I getting it on, the one thing you would be too embarrassed to ever admit?”
Her lips part as she looks at me with an almost scared look, and then Komachi’s mouth leaves my mouth with a loud, resounding smack as she lets out a sinful moan.
And Haruno whimpers.
So I stroke her cheek before grabbing her nape and dragging her right up to me, our breathing mixing in ragged gasps as Komachi resumes her work up and down my cock.
“I asked you a question, Haruno.”
She moans, and leans closer.
So I clamp my hand on her neck and stop her.
“I—why?” she whines.
“I am not cheating on Shizu. I won’t kiss you, eat you out, finger you, or fuck you senseless until she approves.”
Oh, the Deep-Voiced Bastard has morals.
Alien ones, but that’s a start.
Watch and learn.
“The—then what are you—”
Before she can finish her question, I pull her down to her knees, right beside Komachi.
And then I grasp Komachi’s hair hard enough that her moan vibrates across my dick before I pull her away.
Her mouth opens and closes right in front of the tip of my dick, her eyes crossed as she tries to focus on the steadily growing dollop of precum gathering in the slit. When it is large enough, I let her come just close enough that she can gather it on the very tip of her tongue.
Then I twist her head to the side and push her forward so she kisses Haruno beneath my cock.
“She isn’t cheating,” I explain.
And Komachi enthusiastically slathers my fluids around the older girl’s lips before Haruno opens her mouth and their tongues tangle. Loudly, wetly, and frequently going back to the salty residue on their lips.
Time for a refill.
I pull Komachi away from Haruno as I keep the other girl in place.
My little sister knows me well enough that, without further prompting, she takes the new dollop on her tongue and dives right back to feed it to Haruno.
… This would be slightly better if I had a free hand to jack off to the scene, you know?
Alternatively…
Oh. Right.
I pull them both up until Haruno needs to lean down so the kiss with Komachi isn’t interrupted.
Then I let them go, and she sways on her feet.
“You wanted to watch, didn’t you? You wanted to know what was between Shizu and I, and it turned you on far too much to watch her come undone as I made her come with lips and fingers, but it also made you wet when you saw my eyes. When you saw me watch you with lust as you masturbated for my benefit.” She doesn’t nod. Doesn’t have to. “Strip,” I tell her, not even allowing it to be an order, because orders can be disobeyed.
She does.
First her beige cardigan, carelessly thrown over the cistern of the toilet, then, with a bit more hesitation, her long, mauve skirt is undone and left to pool on the clean floor.
Then she stares into my eyes as her fingers undo the buttons of her white blouse one by one, the flaps still held close until the very last piece of mother-of-pearl is undone.
Then Haruno, almost shyly, takes her blouse off.
And she stands in front of me, maroon lace lingerie highlighting her gorgeous body, holding her breasts close together, the white flesh almost overflowing from the cups.
“Komachi, take off her panties,” the Deep-Voiced Bastard continues.
And my little sister shivers as she kneels and slides Haruno’s underwear off while she’s watched by the two of us.
“Good,” I pat her head, and she leans into my touch. “Now eat her out.”
Haruno has barely a second to open her mouth in protest before any sound she was going to make turns into a surprised yelp as Komachi latches on her clitoris.
I push the taller girl back until the back of her knees hits the edge of the toilet, and she’s forced to sit down while Komachi spreads her thighs.
“You like it, don’t you? Me watching you as you try not to squirm, as your gorgeous body is displayed to me even if I am not the one making you moan.”
Haruno takes a second to nod.
I smirk.
Then lean down and grab Komachi’s hips, raising her up until she’s no longer kneeling between the other girl’s thighs, but standing with her body bent at the waist so she can keep eating her out.
And, under Haruno’s watchful glance, I strip off my sweater and shirt.
Part of me wants to pause, to savor the way she obviously delights in taking in my naked body, but… the Bastard has other plans.
So I grab Komachi’s hips and, with a single motion that wouldn’t be possible if my sister hadn’t been teasing herself for the past while, I push inside her.
Komachi throws her head back, and Haruno is quick enough to cover her mouth so that what comes out is a muffled moan rather than a scream.
“Bro… Brother… I… Komachi is…”
“Komachi is gorgeous. And even more so when she’s being fucked by her big brother. Isn’t she, Haruno?”
She hesitatingly nods.
“No. Tell her. Tell her she’s gorgeous. That you love seeing how her face looks when she’s filled to the brim with my cock.”
“I… Komachi, you look… Oh fuck, you both look so damn hot I’m about to cream myself.”
“No. We won’t let you do anything by yourself today.”
“What do you—” And Haruno’s hasty hand almost slaps her as she covers her own mouth when I push Komachi’s head back down on her pussy.
“You liked me watching you masturbate? Then you’re going to love me watching you get eaten out by a girl who keeps shivering around my cock.”
Haruno’s eyes widen, her nipples clearly pushing through her bra.
And that’s before Komachi starts frantically moving her head side to side until the other girl uses both hands to grab her short hair and stop her from overwhelming her.
“Also… I can’t touch you, Haruno. I can’t fuck you, can’t fill you up with my dick, can’t spread you open, make you moan as our flesh slaps together, make you scream my name as you cum and clench around me… But I can do this.”
I push forward, Komachi’s soft, bouncy ass molding itself to my pelvis as I dig deeper inside her body, pushing harder as her back arches, and I feel a squirt of liquid drench my balls.
Then I pull away and push forward, faster, now that the way is open.
There’s a smack of flesh coming together, a ripple of motion up her back, and with a thrust of my cock I bury my sister’s face harder against Haruno’s pussy.
Her eyes lock on mine as her mouth takes the shape of a surprised ‘o’ that quickly melts as her eyes roll back and I keep repeating my movements, fucking Komachi against Haruno harder and harder, as my hands circle her waist and my fingers sink into soft flesh, as I keep seeing her delightful ass regain its mesmerizing, bouncing shape whenever I pull back.
I am hard. Harder than I’ve ever been anytime in my life that hasn’t been in the past week, and so I feel myself rigidly bend whenever my tired legs try to straighten themselves out. So I keep bending my knees down, unintendedly changing the angle at which I attack Komachi, her varied moans muffled by Haruno’s body telling me which new discovery works better, which kind of thrust drives her that much closer to—
“Brother! Yes, just there, just as—oh fuck, harder, please, harder! Komachi is—Komachi is coming on brother’s wonderful cock!”
Her back arches, the muscles visibly tightening, and I grab the back of her head and force her back down to Haruno, the other girl’s body shaking as a frantic Komachi latches on her, and I keep pounding her body hard enough both of them feel it.
Then Komachi’s fingers dig into Haruno’s thighs, and both of them moan at once while I keep thrusting inside her, eager to unload inside of—
I mean, to shower her with—
Fuck it, no time!
I pull out of my quivering sister with a heroic effort of will and grab her ass cheeks so I can slide between them once more before I—
I see white, my pelvis smashing against Komachi’s ass as sperm flies out of me with as much strength as I ever managed after edging myself, the past few minutes more intense than what I can accomplish with hours on my own.
The first jet arches up and splatters over my little sister’s back, pooling itself on the twin dimples above her ass.
The second doesn’t fly as high, yet manages to reach between her shoulder blades.
The third? It’s…
It hits Haruno just above her top lip.
… Post-nut clarity and the urge to make a ‘got milk?’ joke crash down on me hard enough that the Deep-Voiced Bastard takes its momentary leave.
Note to self: rush to the nearest temple.
Second note to self: try not to get murdered by Haruno unleashing her true shape upon an unwary world.
Speaking of which, she still has that unfocused gaze—ah, no.
She’s staring right at me.
Fuck.
Her eyes narrow right before she… bites her lower lip.
And slides her tongue out to capture the small dribble of sperm.
Then Komachi, with a trembling hand, gathers the sperm pooled in her lower back, raises her hand, and shakily moves forward until she’s looking at me from Haruno’s left side, their faces mushed together.
Then she points down between them, the dollop of white, thick liquid slowly dripping down her finger until both Haruno and Komachi, eyes locked on my own, lick it clean.
…
I am going to need stronger seals.
And possibly condoms.
Comments
Agrippa
The ownersip may be arguable, but who's putting in the work certainly isn't.
Astralogical
Harriman is right it is komachis harem
Agrippa
Or, as Mark Twain quipped (and who doesn't love a good quip): “heaven for climate, hell for company!”
Nick Russo
Regarding that going to Hell thing, I can only quote Billy Joel who sang “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.”
Agrippa
So... Crimson Grave's contribution finally reached the point where this became unavoidable. I would say I'm going to Hell, but, quite frankly, that was basically a given, at this point.
