Gojo couldn't sleep.
After the madness of the day—the triple nude assault, the near-death car incident, and Hikami's flaming goddess reveal—his brain was fried beyond repair. He lay stiffly in bed, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him.
The door creaked open.
He sat up immediately, heart thudding.
Hikami-sensei entered, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt—probably his—that barely reached her thighs. Her golden eyes gleamed in the dim light like molten metal.
"We need to talk," she said, her voice unusually serious.
Gojo gulped. "Here we go again..."
Minutes later, they all gathered in the living room.
Hiyori sat close to Gojo, practically glued to his side, glaring daggers at Hikami. Suma perched nervously nearby, clutching a pillow to her chest like a lifeline.
"So..." Gojo muttered, scratching his head awkwardly. "You're a... fire fairy?"
Hikami smiled softly. "Yes. My real name is Hikami no Akari. I'm from the Spirit Realm. We fire fairies usually don't mingle with humans, but..."
She leaned forward, her cleavage threatening to spill from the shirt.
"...when I first saw you, Gojo-kun, I fell in love at first sight."
The words hit him harder than any punch.
"W-what?!" Hiyori exploded, shooting to her feet. "You—You're not after his power?!"
"No," Hikami said, voice gentle but firm. "I don't care about power. I only care about him."
Suma squeaked, hiding her red face behind the pillow. "L-love at first sight... that's so... bold..."
Gojo felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Three beautiful girls. All looking at him like he was a prized steak.
Hikami continued, brushing her hair back gracefully. "I won't lie. Fairies have strong instincts. When we find someone who ignites our flames... we want to claim them completely."
"Claim...?!" Gojo croaked.
Hiyori grabbed his arm tightly. "No way! You can't just waltz in here and steal Gojo-kun!"
Suma timidly nodded. "S-Senpai belongs to all of us...!"
Hikami smirked, predatory and amused. "Then prove it."
The tension skyrocketed.
"Prove it how?!" Hiyori snapped.
Without warning, Hikami tugged her shirt off over her head—revealing her perfect, naked body once again.
Her massive breasts bounced free, soft, heavy, glistening slightly from leftover bath moisture.
Gojo nearly swallowed his tongue.
"Let's see who can make Gojo-kun feel the best," Hikami purred, crawling onto the couch, her body a tantalizing, molten promise.
"Wha-WHAT?!" Suma shrieked, face going nuclear red.
Hiyori clenched her fists, cheeks blazing, but she was trembling with excitement too.
The atmosphere was unbearably hot.
Before Gojo could even react, Hikami was straddling his lap, her bare breasts brushing against his chest through his thin T-shirt.
Her hands reached for his. She guided them up, up—
"Touch them," she whispered, pressing his palms onto her soft, heavy breasts.
Gojo nearly blacked out from sensory overload. Her skin was hot, her nipples pebble-hard against his touch.
"Massaging a fairy's chest," Hikami murmured against his ear, her voice dripping honey, "is an ancient sign of affection."
Hiyori, not to be outdone, huffed and yanked Gojo's other hand towards her chest.
"Senpai, me too!" she cried, face burning, but her pride refusing to back down.
Suma, whimpering in embarrassment, crawled onto the couch as well, tugging the hem of her nightgown up to expose her small, perky breasts.
"M-me too, if it's Senpai's hands...!"
Gojo thought he was going to die.
Three sets of breasts. Three soft, warm, wonderful sensations filling his hands. He kneaded them helplessly, his fingers sinking into the different textures—the heavy, mature softness of Hikami; the firm, youthful fullness of Hiyori; the delicate, sensitive peaks of Suma.
Little gasps and moans filled the room as the girls shuddered under his touch.
"See, Gojo-kun?" Hikami whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Your hands are perfect."
Suddenly, Hikami pulled back and snapped her fingers.
In a flash, fiery ribbons of magical light burst into existence—binding Gojo's wrists above his head to the couch!
"W-what the hell?!" he yelped, struggling.
Hikami licked her lips. "Now... it's our turn to pleasure you."
Hiyori blushed furiously but nodded. Suma trembled but followed Hikami's lead.
Gojo's heart pounded as they descended on him like hungry predators.
Hikami traced her fingers down his chest slowly, drawing little trails of fire that didn't burn but made his nerves scream.
Hiyori nipped at his neck with soft little bites, while Suma shyly kissed his collarbone, her lips like butterfly wings.
He thrashed weakly against the magical bonds, but they held firm.
"You're ours now, Gojo-kun," Hikami whispered.
Hands roamed over his body. Clothes were tugged, skin pressed against skin. He felt their breasts against his torso, their thighs rubbing against him, their kisses traveling lower, lower...
Then—
Something wet and warm rubbed against his leg.
He looked down in confusion—and almost fainted.
Hikami was rubbing herself shamelessly against his thigh, her hips grinding slowly, sensually, her face flushed with raw, naked lust.
Slick warmth coated his skin, and tiny droplets began dripping down his leg, trailing to his ankle, pooling lightly around his foot.
"A-Ah..." Hikami gasped softly, her golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Gojo-kun..."
White, sticky traces dripped down his calf, staining his skin.
"W-White stuff...!" Gojo thought in horror and arousal, his brain melting into goo.
Hiyori and Suma stared, faces burning with jealousy and fascination.
"You see?" Hikami breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Only you... make me like this."
She licked up his chest slowly, leaving a hot, wet trail.
Gojo trembled under their assault, barely holding onto consciousness.
"I'm not going to survive the night," he thought, even as his body burned for more.
Hikami, Hiyori, and Suma all pressed against him, their naked bodies slippery and warm, their scents overwhelming his senses.
"Bound by flame... and lust..." he thought deliriously.
Somewhere deep inside, Gojo realized—
He might not want to escape anymore.
[To be continued…]