(51) Stress relief (+18)

‘Well, I didn’t know I could yell that loudly… And I’m not feeling guilty about it, great.’

I gave Aya a word of warning, not much more, but if she wants to mull it over then that’s her choice.

That duel could’ve been disastrous if her opponent wasn’t less intimidating than a small frog… And that’s not really an insult considering dupe frog and swap frog are both legal in this format along with toadally awesome, cards which she most likely had in her deck….

Anyway, there was shouting, there were insults thrown around and I walked out after a firm reminder of what was at stake here.

‘I already have so much shit to worry about and now Aya gets fresh with me. Why can’t I just let her deal with her shit and let myself deal with mine?!’

It’s the type of thing where you know you are doing something wrong but can’t correct it and it just hurts worse.

“What a spoiled brat,” I mumble while walking through the active spaces and corridors of the station.

I’m making my way back to the hotel right now. I have to rest after this. There are a total of 8 rounds planned for tomorrow, 4 allocated to the intermediary bracket, and the rest for the beginner bracket. that means I will have at least 6 matches to cheerlead for, mostly back to back.

Even if today’s match was short and lopsided doesn’t mean most will follow that pattern.

Walking through the hotel lobby, I make my way to a tall reception deck, where I barely reach the counter. There’s no clerk behind the desk, only a touch terminal where I pass my phone to receive a number for an elevator, just like at arrivals.

I follow the instructions, entering an elevator to take me to my shared room.

There, I lean against the cold metal wall with partially closed eyes and breathe in and out rhythmically. A list of objectives on the top of my mind.

A song plays over the speakers, not a familiar tone that brings anxiety but a calming one that I easily appreciate.

But I soon feel the elevator stop and hear an announcement pierce the relaxing atmosphere.

[“Floor 25 Arrived,”]

“Gee, thanks.” I rashly blurt out at the inanimate object.

After stepping out of the elevator, I’m confronted by a line of numbered doors.

“It’s like there’s nothing in this world that isn’t streamlined.” I remark, seeing the obvious comparison to both my previous places of accommodation.

I make my way to the door and knock on it out of curtesy before holding my phone up to the scanner.

The door opens and so does my mouth.

There’s the entire cheer squad, naked on the floor, Haruna on top of Nanako, Naeko straddling Haruna’s face, and Nanako licking Haruna’s privates, with Naeko doing the same to hers. Muffled moans fill the room and a musky atmosphere masked with aromas of perfume assault my nostrils.

I hurry to close the door before any of them see me, but I’m pretty sure they know I’m the only person who can open this door other than them.

The door closes and I sit down beside it, my face burning red with embarrassment.

‘They just had to go and fuck each other right after that, didn’t they!? I knew it! This is what I get for hanging out with the sluts!’

While Haruna’s, Naeko’s and Nanako’s outside appearance screamed innocent rich girl, hanging out with them only made me realize how depraved they all are. One-night stands, hookups and orgies. The lot of them. Sometimes I’d even see them with different guys based on the day of the week.

It was disgusting, but it didn’t affect me so I willfully ignored it and ran with them. That was, until right now.

‘Just after I got clam jammed yesterday, why did Sonya have to take so long?! Fuck, I’m horny.’

To my shock, the hotel door on my left opens with a harsh swishing sound.

I glance over at it and see Haruna wearing a loose robe and not much else.

I promptly look away, trying to signal to her I’m not interested in whatever she has to say.

“So you saw us, huh?” She asks anyway.

“Why’re you trying to make this more awkward than it has to be? Just finish your thing and I’ll forget about it.” I tell, straying my eyes from her.

“Fu, fu, fu. Are you sure you don’t want to join?” she asks out of nowhere.

I gulp, and feel my heart rate soar. Can’t really say I don't, but I would hate if my first relationship in this world to involve two other people and possibly more.

“I’m sorry Haruna, yes I would love to roll with you, but I’m not interested in something like that long term.” I tell her as much.

She moves in front of me and offers a hand.

I take it and stand up, now facing her directly. She stinks of sweat and there’s no question that she’s naked under that robe. “I wasn’t talking romantically, Yuumi. I know I’m not your type, hell I’m not sure who is, never saw you even look at someone like that. But what about just for fun? No commitment.”

…

…

I stay silent, thinking about her offer. The thing is… I’m not opposed to it. She and the other two cheer club members are smoking hot, hell until now I found most people here are, probably a genetic engineering thing, but I find their personalities insuperable. I’ve had arguments with them on the daily about the most mundane things.

I cross my arms. “What do you mean by ‘No Commitment?’ I’ll admit it, I find you three attractive, but I wouldn’t want a relationship with any of you. And if you get butt hurt over something as simple as plastic cutlery, I’m not sure if you’d be fine with me seeking other company.”

She sighs, rubbing her tightly shut eyes with two fingers. “Hey now, plastic sporks aren’t appropriate eating implements for any of us!” the cheerleader insists. “But do you really think me Nana and Neko date each other? We don’t Yuumi, it’s just a booty call.”

“So you just want me as a booty call?” I plainly seek. If that is what she wants, and she understands what that means, then it’ll be fine with me.

“Yes.” She responds without pause.

…

‘Fuck it. You only live twice.’

I get on tip toes and lean into Haruna, planting my lips on hers and assaulting her mouth with my tongue. She tastes… Salty.

She recoils for a second, composing herself shortly after and wrapping her tongue around mine.

We stay like that for a little, exploring each other’s mouths before separating again, drawing a thin line of spit.

“Aight, that works for me.” I say afterwards.

Her face is completely red and she stammers. “Ah-aahhh, Y-Yuumi, when did you become so aggressive?”

I furrow my brow. “Since you clam jammed me last night, you bitch.”

Haruna bits her lip and teases into my ear. “Then why don’t we fix that?”

That is all it takes for me to follow her back into our shared hotel room, which resembles our earlier room on the cruise ship. Nana and Neko are waiting on a big couch, sprawled on top of it, naked, of course.

They both get up and fixate on us.

“Son of a bitch, she did it.” Nanako blurts out, holding her curvy chocolate dark skinned body up on the back side of the couch, her bare breasts perfectly on display, with her symmetrical and unblemished oval-shaped face and her big black eyes fixated on Haruna.

Naneko bites her lower lip and copies Nanako, her breasts squished between the back of the couch and her muscular arms. She’s undressing me with her pink colored eyes on her perfectly smooth triangle shaped face with a tiny nose, her modestly tanned skin shimmering in the dim room light.

“If there’s a higher being up there… Thank. You.” She thanks Ness, not that she knows it.

I hear cloth drop to my right and turn to find Haruna undressed just beside me.

The other two get up and walk over here, completely naked.

It’s then that I realize I’m much shorter than the other three cheerleaders… I’m 1,60 meters tall… they’re all 1,80 and up…

“Woaa…” I mumble at them surrounding me.

“Now Yuumi, what do we do with you?” Haruna asks, examining me with lecherous eyes. She leans closer and whispers. “Just say ‘Strawberries’ if you’re felling overwhelmed or need a breather.”

‘Holy shit, they want to go there already? Fucking hell, these girls don’t mess around.’

Haruna leans away. “Are you ready or is there a fruit you’d like to pick?” she asks, crossing her arms.

I draw in a deep breath and say. “I’m ready.” with a wide smile creeping on my face, body jittering with excitement.

As far as sexual experience goes, I’ll say I’m not a novice. But after that bitch ran away with my savings, I kind of moved from dating… Sad story, I actually really liked that woman, but I guess I exuded an aura of an ignorant rich guy between the countless nights at work, so she took advantage and fucked me over.

‘Almost had to pay alimony too. Thank god she wasn’t smart enough to wait for de facto union to kick in two months later.’

But that was in the past. Lesbian gangbang sounds like a good way to forget about all that crap… And that, between the war and Yuumi’s parents, my new life is a hair’s length away from going to shit.

Anyway, returning to the present, the tree cheeky cheerleaders urge me over to the large couch that they decided to turn into a ‘love nest.’ And start pealing off my cheerleader uniform slowly.

They start with the top, revealing my modest breasts underneath the simple tank top. Neko goes in right away, gently pinching my nipples.

“Mg!” I groan at the feeling.

She then moves closer, sucking on them with her mouth, circling her tongue around the nipple. The feeling is divine.

Meanwhile, Haruna moves down to my skirt, undoing a hidden button, which loosens the hem enough for her to slide the miniskirt off. This leaves the stretchy panties underneath which she can’t take off on her own.

She moves closer to my now very red face and whispers into my ear. “How about you show us how much you want this?”

I bite my lip and respond. “Y-Yes..” In a rumbly voice, Neko still going at it.

Sliding a hand down to my bottoms, I hold a finger down on the fingerprint reader and feel the panties give way.

Nana peels them off me completely, a thin line of nectar drawing between the panties and my moist pussy. She moves closer to inspect, separating the lips with two fingers. “My, what do we have here? Don’t tell me you’ve been wanting this for some time now?”

‘Great, there’s three girls fussing over me! How am I supposed not to get wet!?’

“H-Hmm, did I ever tell you girls how hot you all are?” I say, stuttering at the start.

The two stop what they’re doing and sit up, with Haruna doing the same.

‘Crap, did I say something wrong?’

Haruna giggles and leans down next to me, face close to mine. “Well, shot your shot Yuumi, what do you find ‘Hot’ about us?”

‘Fuck, me and my big mouth. Should have seen that coming, if there’s one thing these three love, its complements.’

I struggle to find my words for a bit, but give up on saying something coherent and just let out what’s on my mind. “I don’t know… Haruna, you’re tall, muscular… actually you three are… But… fuck, I can’t put into words, okay?”

An awkward silence sets in as I fumble.

Haruna giggles. “Fufufu, I can see you having trouble there, so I’m going to give you a pass, but you are going to tell us someday, deal?”

Seeing an out of this embarrassing situation, I accept her proposal. “S-Sure, let’s go with that.”

The three go back in, this time gliding their hands all over my body, consciously avoiding the sensitive areas. Rallying me up more and more.

I breathe heavily, conscious of every little touch, graze and breath on my burning sensitive body, juices flowing down there, drenching the couch.

Nanako moves over me, legs wide open, hovering her generous chocolate butt and dripping sex close to my face and running her hands over my inner things, stopping short of the wetness down below.

Naeko brings her massive breasts over to the left of my head and straddles her hands over my belly and breasts.

I take the opportunity to lift my left hand up to fondle her breasts, resulting in moans from her, accompanied by a piercing accusative smile I elect to ignore.

Meanwhile, Haruna stands up, taking two steps and sitting back down on the bottom of the couch. She takes my shoes off and says. “Time to dig in.”

Instantly raising an eyebrow, I ask. “Haruna, do you have a foot fetish?”

She snaps out of her daze and arches her neck up. “And you have a problem with that, my little ‘goddess’?”

“No, no.” I quickly correct. “Sorry, you just didn’t look like the type of person for that.”

Disappointed, she asks. “If it bothers you that much, I can just go back up there. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Yuumi.”

“I mean… If you want to do that, do it. Just don’t expect me to return the favor.”

She shakes her head. “I never intended to ask you. I know it’s a weird thing to like.”

I lean back down and let Haru do… Whatever she wants. The three keep teasing me, running their hands close but not on my sensitive areas. I’m guessing it’s a sort of “punishment” for the compliments I didn’t give.

‘Well, if this is a punishment, sign me up. I suppose this is what those harem masters in hentai feel like.’