Chapter 207. Peace, Shaken Peace (The Amnesiac)

"Well? What is it?" Rae stands up, looking around.

You stare at your food, unable to look her in the eyes.

"Leslie, speak," Rae says, immediately singling her out.

"Wha-! Why me!?!" Leslie cries out, putting her outstretched hand on her chest.

"Ugh, fine! Aria! You do it!" Rae redirects her gaze to the opposite side of the table.

Aria stares at her plate, motionless.

"..."

Her unnatural silence makes the hairs on your arm stand up, and you clench your hand over Miyoung's, trying to shake off the feeling.

Rae crosses her arms, realizing Aria wasn't going to speak up. "Tina. Talk."

Tina pouts, hunching over in her seat. She purses her lips, desperately trying to not be the one to break the silence.

"Fine! I... confessed," she blurts, her resolve dwindling in mere moments. She puts her hands over her face and releases a low groan, muttering to herself.

"Huh?" Rae raises an eyebrow. "You mean..."

"I confessed my feelings," she continues, glancing at you.

"Oh! Finally!" Leslie clasps her hands together, smiling. "Wait, but... if you're not happy, then..." Her expression drops.

"No, I wasn't rejected," Tina sighs, mumbling the last word. "It's not what you think. We both confessed our feelings. I just don't know how I feel anymore."

Your cheeks turn redder as six pairs of eyes make their way to you, looking for your reaction.

"Oh," Rae finally speaks up. "After all this time, you confessed, and... now you're not sure? How come?"

Tina winces, and you watch as an agitated expression passes over her face.

"I'd prefer not to talk about this in public, please," she says, her quiet tone laced with annoyance.

Rae silently nods, slightly taken aback by her uncharacteristic tone.

"..."

"So? What else is it?" Rae asks, looking around. "That can't be it, right? Aria, you look like a zombie! What happened to you?"

You hold back a grimace, and Miyoung squeezes your hand in response.

Rae has no idea how blatant she's being about all this... but it's not like I can tell her now...

"Sorry, have I been?" Aria speaks up for the first time. "It's just that... I'm a little sad right now," she says, calmly and fluently.

Huh?

"We broke up earlier today," Aria announces, gesturing her right hand toward you.

"WHAT?!?" Sydney yells, and then promptly clamps her hand over her mouth. "...sorry..."

"Yes, we did," Aria continues speaking in a strikingly odd manner. "We just thought it was for the best. No hard feelings." She turns away from you to push out a smile toward Rae.

"Oh, woah..." Rae finally replies, sighing. "Okay. Um... I guess... if that's what you both wanted..."

She continues looking back and forth between you and Aria.

A-Aria?!? She just... lied! It wasn't our decision, it was hers! Why would she...

You stare, dumbfounded, at her. But once she starts turning in your direction, you quickly lower your eyes. You reach for Miyoung's hand again, but your hand descends to meet your empty thigh.

"Why, though?" Sydney jumps in. "Why would you two-"

"We agreed on it," Aria cuts her off. The serenity in her voice wavers for a moment.

"Oh..." Sydney blinks, noting her reaction. "Ok."

The silence grows thicker, and as much as you want to speak up and tear apart her lies, you stay quiet and still.

Why...?

"Is that it?" Rae asks. "If there's anything else we need to air out, get it out right now. I don't like seeing everyone so... bleh."

"Looks like that's it," Leslie says. "I think...?"

"Ok! So we can get back to eating together!" Rae clasps her hands together happily and sits back down, excitedly scooting her chair back into place. "Everyone needs to tell me how my food is!"

"Sorry, but I have to stream now," Aria says, maintaining the same eerie calmness in her tone.

"Oh! But..." Rae pouts. "Is my food that bad?"

"No, it tastes amazing, Rae," she replies, smiling. "I'll even take it with me to finish upstairs. I just have to stream." The veins in her neck tense as she speaks.

"Oh, ok..."

Aria stands up, balancing her nearly full plate with one hand and clutching her utensils with the other. She gracefully makes her way out of the dining room, not giving anyone another glance as she walks up the living room stairs and to her bedroom.

She bumps her shoulder into her door to swing it open, and carefully steps in, making sure to keep the plate balanced. She reaches a foot backward to push the door closed, and releases a sigh as she quickly sets everything down on her desk.

As the conversation below in the dining room starts up again, she lies down on her bed, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her chest.

She stares up at the ceiling, wrapping both arms around the soft plush.

The faint lines in her forehead crease as her cheeks tighten, and her lips quiver through her efforts to keep them still.

She sniffles once, and then twice, clenching her hands around the fabric.

She slowly sits up, immediately moving her gaze to the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

"N-no... I can't," she mutters to herself, pulling her mind away from it. "Stream, Aria..."

She hesitates, feeling her emotions burning her up from the inside out.

A single tear finally shakes loose from her eye, and with it, her strength follows.

She reaches down and wraps her fingers around the brown knob. The drawer slowly opens, and she reaches for what was lying on the very top of the pile.

Her fingers curl around the binding, carefully pulling it out of the drawer. Her chest heaves as she pulls it closer, making every breath feel labored.

Her vision becomes more and more obscured, but her hands already knew what to do. Her fingers flip through the pages until they find the mark she'd left, and they carefully open it.

She sets it down on the top of the nightstand, leaning over it as her hands hold it open on both sides. Her eyes scan over everything for the hundredth time, but the nauseating feeling it evokes in her feels the same way it did the first. Her tears finally grow too strong to restrain, and two of them soon slide down the beaten path from the corners of her eyes until they meet at the tip of her nose, then finally drop down.

"Ah!" She jolts her head back. The droplets make their way into the material, soaking in before she could wipe them away.

She places the mark back in and shoves it back in her drawer. She slams it shut and covers her face with her hands, immediately turning around.

Why... why...?

Why...?

She whips her head up as the noise of plates and utensils clinking downstairs makes its way up into her room, snapping her back to reality.

She takes a deep breath, expanding her chest to take in as much air as her lungs could take, then slowly releases it all, forcing her hands to relax at her side.

She walks over to the other side of her room, quieting her mind and taking a seat in her familiar, comforting chair.

She pulls up to her desk, seeing her pitiful reflection on the dark screen. She leans in closer, brushing her hair into place and wiping away any evidence of the past few minutes.

With one final breath, she turns her computer on, navigates to her streaming software, and goes live.

"Hey-lo!!! How are you guys?" She smiles and waves as the first few chat messages start rolling in, soon joined by hundreds more. "Aw, thanks! I'm doing great too!"

...

You scoop your final bite into your mouth and lethargically set your spoon down on your plate. Tina had gone home, and Miyoung and Leslie had gone upstairs only a few minutes ago, but you were already missing their presence.

Rae and Sydney are the only ones still sitting down at the table, and they both watch as you lean back in your seat and sigh.

"Hey," Rae scoots out of her chair and sits down in the empty one next to you.

She puts her hands on your left forearm, gently rubbing down to your hand. "You look sad."

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then sink back further into your chair. "...yeah. I guess I am."

"After everything that's happened, I totally get it." She comfortingly whispers, moving her hands to grip yours. "Why don't we cuddle tonight? You can be the little spoon if you want..." She smiles, revealing her gorgeous, pearly white teeth.

"I'm sure that'll make you feel better, right?" She asks, reaching a hand up to rub your cheek for a moment.

No, she doesn't get it. Because Aria... lied.

But then again, I don't get it either.

Should I say anything?

"Baaaaaaby? Are you ok?" She puts her thumb on your chin and gently turns your face toward her, examining you.

"I'm fine," you sigh. "I think I'll take you up on that offer." You try to smile, but it comes out as a contorted grimace.

She nods and stands up, picking up your plate and glass.

"I can do it," you say, sitting up.

"Don't worry, I got it," she says, leaning down to plant a small peck on your cheek.

You watch her as she walks over to the sink and places your dishes inside. She heads toward the stairs, giving you one last smile as she starts climbing them. As she does, a thought suddenly occurs to you.

I'm so lucky to have her. I should be more appreciative of her, shouldn't I?

You stand up and start walking to the stairs, ready to meet her again in your shared bedroom.

"...hey, um..." A quiet voice mutters almost inaudibly from behind you.

Through the layers of thoughts passing through your mind, you don't register the sound.

Sydney silently watches you as you walk upstairs, not saying another word.

...

"Hey, Rae," you yawn as you enter your room. "I... huh?"

She's sitting at her computer, booting up a game.

"Hm?" She pulls one side of her headphones away from her ear to hear you.

"I thought we were gonna... cuddle?"

"Oh! I meant tonight. Not... right now," she clarifies. "I was gonna stream."

"Oh," you sigh, trying not to let your disappointment show. "Right."

You turn to leave.

"Hey! Wait!" She calls out. "We can cuddle now if you want. I don't need to stream," she says, removing her headphones completely.

"No, no, Rae," you smile. "You can stream. Don't worry."

"Are you sure?" She tilts her head. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying, Rae," you grin.

"Okey!" She says, grinning.

"See you tonight, Rae," you nod, starting to turn around again.

"Wait!" She calls out again.

She puckers her lips and juts her chin slightly upward.

You walk across the room, snickering at the sight of her continuing to hold the position. Once you reach her, you lean over, seeing her eyes flutter closed right before your lips meet hers.

Her soft, warm lips draw you in, but you pull away after a quick peck.

"Wha- that's it?" She pouts.

"Rae..." You sigh. "You need to stream, right?"

"Come on, please? Just one good one?" She pleads.

"...fine," you oblige, after a moment of false hesitation.

You lean in again, and she gently holds your cheeks as your lips softly collide with hers, ensuring you couldn't escape her. Her tongue flits against the gap between your lips, inviting you to do the same.

"Mmm..." She groans as you put your hand underneath her chin, lifting it up for better access.

Your heart starts to thump, and your chest tenses as your lips stay locked with hers. A dark, wrenching feeling gently pokes at the back of your mind, settling uncomfortably.

You start to taste her familiar sweetness as you push your tongue further. She grabs the front of your shirt and lets you, easily giving in to your gentle push.

Your hands start to sweat, and your movements grow more erratic as the twisting feeling grows.

She senses your pace changing, and you feel her hesitate, but she soon snakes an arm around your neck in response and resumes her reciprocation.

You pull away with a gasp, quickly wiping your mouth of the faint saliva string connecting the two of you.

"Ok! Have a good stream!" You call out, already speed-walking halfway out the door.

You don't give her another glance as you shut the door, but the curious, worried expression on her face was unmistakable even in your peripheral vision.

"Bye..." She says from the other side.

You look down at your hands, curled tightly at your sides. You release a long, shaky sigh, and lean back into the door you had just closed.

That darkness... I felt it again.

It must be a memory. Maybe more than one.

You hear Rae's voice from the other side of the door. You pull your phone out from your pocket, quickly open up her stream, and see her gorgeous face curling up into a sweet smile.

Fuck... what's happening to me? What happened to me? And why didn't I feel this before?

"Hey!" A voice from the other side of the hallway grabs your attention.

"Huh? Oh, hey, Syd," you awkwardly step away from the door. "What's... up?"

You hesitate as you notice an unfamiliar spark in her eyes.

"Can we talk? Downstairs?" She juts her chin toward the stairwell.

"Yeah, sure..." You say, not sure what to make of the unusual expressions written all over her.

...

"So..." She starts, looking around as you settle into one end of a couch, while she folds her hands in her lap on the other side. "Can I ask you a few things?"

"Ask away," you sigh, lying down flat on the comfiest sofa in the room.

"Right! So..." She gently rocks back and forth a few times, pursing her lips.

"What are your plans?"

"...plans?"

"With your girlfriends, I mean," she quickly adds.

"Oh. Um... I'm still not sure what you mean," you slowly reply.

"Are you going to keep dating all of them?" She clarifies.

Jeez, did she forget about Aria that quickly?

"Yeah, I'll keep dating them... as long as they want to date me."

You rub your forehead, starting to feel the toll the long day had taken on you.

"Ok! And... um..." She purses her lips.

"..."

"What about... um... well, ah..." She pauses, nervously shifting her legs. "It's just my curiosity, you know, I just want to know if you still plan on... keeping up the same rules..."

You pick your head up at her final words. You finally register just how nervous her body language was, and her shaky tone only added to it.

"Sydney, what are you trying to say?" You ask.

She lowers her head, and her words come out in a softer tone.

"I know that you made your final choice. That's what you told me a few months ago. But so much has changed, and you don't remember saying that or even breaking up with me or anyone else, and..."

"..."

"I just want to know... Would you be interested... in dating me?"

"..."

"..."

"Are you kidding?" You stare at her.

"...um... of course not? Why would I be?" She hunches her shoulders unsurely.

"Are you sure?"

"YES! I mean, I... yes, I'm sure. Of course I want to date you. I tried to get over you, but I couldn't. And since Tina said that you confessed your feelings for her, I thought... maybe you were reconsidering your breakups."

You nod, piecing it together.

"Well, seeing as how I can't remember any of my breakups, I guess I am reconsidering..." You think out loud.

"But... do you think you can handle it? Having more relationships..." She asks.

"Oh..." You look down.

Maybe that's why I broke up with them. Because I just couldn't handle it.

In that case, if I start dating them again...

"Actually, forget I said anything! Haha!" Sydney forces a laugh. "I didn't mean it...?"

"If we date, maybe it'll turn out the same way it did before," you reply. "That's always a possibility."

"...please tell me there's a 'but' coming..." She whispers.

"But... it might also work. And besides, I like you. A lot," you grin. "And I still don't remember why that all happened."

She nods, excited. "So...?"

"So..."

...

Her thigh brushes against yours as she climbs into your lap, all while not breaking the euphoric connection between your lips. She places her hands on your chest, holding you back onto the reclined couch.

Her kisses soothe all the doubts away from your mind, and you gladly let go of everything you couldn't get your mind off of earlier.

One of her hands digs under your shirt, making you jolt a little as her cool fingers slide up your chest.

Her hips shift on your crotch, and a more intense desire starts to build within you. You put one hand on the back of her head, keeping your lips together, while the other moves to her thigh, gently stroking it up and down over her tight-fitted jeans.

She releases a shaky breath and starts grinding her hips faster as your kiss grows more passionate.

"Hey," Sydney says, managing to pull away from you. "You don't remember what my place looks like, right? Wanna... check it out?" She subconsciously bites her lower lip.

Now that she mentions it, I don't remember what anyone else's home looks like.

"Oh! Yeah, I'd love to," you smile.

"Great! Let's go!"

She grabs your hand and enthusiastically pulls you to the door.

As you put your shoes on, she leans forward from behind you to rub her hand over your chest again while she plants a few kisses on the back of your neck.

"If you keep this up, Sydney, I don't know if we'll even make it to your place..."

...

"I'm gonna use the bathroom! Be good, chat!" Rae says as she slips off her headphones and mutes her mic. She walks to the other side of her room, right past the bathroom, and out the door.

Maybe I shouldn't have streamed tonight. I know something's off.

I just hope they're ok...

She peeks down the stairs, seeing nothing, but hearing faint voices.

She takes a few steps down, identifying where they were coming from.

Right as she turns in the direction of the front door, she hears the inimitable sound of your laughter, while Sydney closes the door behind the two of you.

Your giggles, still faintly audible from behind the door, brings a wide smile to Rae's face, and she happily walks upstairs with visible relief in her steps, ready to return to her desk.

A gentle vibration from her pocket alerts her, and she pulls out her phone.

After scanning it for a moment, she clears the notification, as well as a few others that had popped up. As they all vanish from the screen, the lock screen image behind them falls into view.

Rae stares at it for a moment, seeing the smiling faces of all five roommates side-by-side, with the beautiful scenery of Japan behind everyone. Her thumb gently rubs over you, standing in the middle of the four girls with your arms around Rae and Aria.

Aria...

She said it was an "agreement", but...

She gulps, pushing back a frightening thought that suddenly takes hold of her mind.

I know she was in love. MADLY in love. It just doesn't make sense!

She frowns, crinkling her forehead as she forces herself to consider a possibility.

What if Aria... didn't want this? What if she was broken up with?

She turns around, heading down the hallway in the other direction.

She reaches Aria's door and reaches out her hand to knock.

But the sound of Aria's voice, seemingly talking to no one, makes her freeze.

She retracts her hand, quickly remembering why she had left dinner early.

I need to know!

Did Aria not agree to it? But maybe she just said it was mutual to... protect them?

Why didn't I pay more attention during dinner!?!

Dammit, Rachel!

She racks her brain, trying to remember more about the dinner conversation.

Aha! Leslie! She was being really sus the whole time! She must know something!

She races over to Leslie's room, now unable to quell her thoughts as they spiraled into conspiracy after conspiracy.

She grabs the handle and swings open the door without bothering to knock.

Leslie, Miyoung, and Celine all look up from their phones, blinking at the gust of air blown into their faces at the sudden entrance.

Rae, still in the doorway, stands up tall and puts her hands on her hips, looking down at the three girls.

"I need answers. Now."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Leslie ate it."

"CELINE! WHAT THE-" Leslie yells, whipping her head in the direction of the girl who'd spoken up.

"Wait... huh?" Rae honks. "What are you-"

"Rae, it was just ONE slice, I promise!" Leslie pleads. "The words are still there!"

"Woooooww, Celine's a snitch!" Miyoung snickers. "Fake friend!"

"Hey!" Celine pouts. "I'm not! Leslie shouldn't have done it!"

"EVERYONE, STOP!" Rae yells, instantly shutting up the three girls.

"Leslie..." She says. "What happened? What are you talking about?"

"Your cake! In the... fridge. At the very back."

"..."

"..."

"I didn't buy a cake."

"Oh..." Miyoung squints in confusion. "Wait, that's not possible! Leslie didn't get it, I didn't get it, and Aria couldn't have gotten it. So... it must've been you, Rae!"

"Wha-! Excuse me! I think I would've remembered if I had bought a CAKE!" Rae exclaims.

"Maybe you drank too much caffeine! Sometimes you can get kinda cRaaaaezy!" Leslie laughs.

"..."

Her smile quickly drops as Rae shoots her an unamused glare.

"So then, who bought it?" Leslie asks.

"It's Aria! Who else?" Rae throws her hands up.

"No, but it couldn't have been her!" Leslie repeats. "Because... uh..."

"Because it said 'I love you'," Celine fills in. "Leslie and Miyoung told me what happened at dinner today. Why would she buy that cake if she saw this coming?"

Rae's eyes lower.

That's it. It wasn't mutual.

Aria bought that cake, not realizing it would all end.

That's it. That must be it!

"I know what happened," Rae speaks, her voice barely escaping her lips.

"...huh? What?"

"Aria lied."

"..."

Leslie, Miyoung, and Celine glance at each other, simultaneously trying to decipher her words.

"Aria said it was mutual... but it wasn't. She bought that cake to confess her feelings, but she never got a chance to use it," she continues, reiterating her thoughts.

Leslie clamps her hand over her mouth. "No... you're telling me..."

"Yes," Rae softly declares.

"N-no, but..." Miyoung speaks up, afraid to burst the tense atmosphere that had suddenly lowered. "I don't think so. Because..."

"Miyoung... I know you don't want to believe it, but... think about it! It all makes sense!" Leslie speaks up, quickly taking Rae's side.

"I... I..." She hesitates, pulling back the words about to spill from her mouth.

"I think we should talk to Aria once she's done streaming," Rae decides.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should."

...

You slip off your shoes, taking in the fresh, slightly floral scent of the large house.

"Now that I think about it, I can't remember the last time I left my house," you say. "It's nice being away for a bit- Woah!"

You gasp as two cold hands wrap around you from behind and reach up to your face, immediately covering your eyes.

"Guess who?" The person hugging you from behind excitedly whispers into your ear, making your skin tingle as her warm breath lands on it.

"Um... H-hey, I don't think you should do that," Sydney quietly says.

"Huh?" The woman behind you replies.

"Poki, they... don't... remember..." Sydney mouths out, almost afraid to continue speaking.

With your eyes still covered, you can't see a thing, but the faint rosy scent coming from her hand was triggering something in your mind.

Poki... is that a name?

It doesn't sound like one.

"Imane, let go!" Sydney whisper-shouts, reaching for her hands on your face.

Ah! Imane!

Her hands quickly pull away from your face. "I'm... s-so sorry," the girl behind you says, quickly retracting her arms to her sides. "I thought you'd remember me by now," she mutters.

You turn around, ready to see if you could fit together all the pieces of loose memories and emotions floating around your mind.

The waves of curly brown hair that frame her pretty face are the first thing your eyes are drawn to, but they quickly scan down the rest of her body, tracing down her bright, sun-yellow pajama top, over her broad hips, and down to her matching pajama pants, before picking back up to her face. Her features displayed a dash of light red lipstick and a hint of blush.

The nervous look she was still carrying is the last thing you register, and you quickly reconcile it.

"It's ok! I don't mind, Imane. I'm sure I'll remember you soon."

"Oh!" She smiles, immediately shooting rays of sunshine into your heart.

"Besides, how could I forget your lilac perfume? I bought it for you, after all," you grin, managing to pull at least one memory out of the familiar scent.

"..."

She stares at you, her eyes getting wider by the second.

"Oh, no," Sydney mutters. "Prepare yourself." She gently touches your arm, then backs away a few steps.

"Wha-? Did I do something- GAH!"

You cry out as Imane runs two steps forward and leaps into the air, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around you in a massive bear hug.

You quickly put your hands under her thighs, holding her up as she buries her head into your chest. You nearly stumble back from her leap, but you manage to stay upright.

"You remember...?" She mumbles, her voice almost childlike.

"A little," you honestly respond.

"Mmm..." She mumbles back, not moving an inch.

"So... can I put you down?" You ask.

Her hair brushes against your chin as she shakes her head from side to side.

"Oh. Uh..." You look to Sydney.

"I'm gonna go upstairs to change," she quickly says. "Good luck with that," she silently mouths.

She scampers up the stairs, leaving you with the koala clinging onto you.

"Hey, how about we sit down?" You start moving, feeling your arms getting weaker by the second due to how long you'd gone without exerting them.

"Sure!" She happily picks her head up and gets off of you, then takes a seat on one half of the couch, with both legs tucked to one side.

That was... easier than I expected.

You sit down beside her, and she instantly scoots up next to you, wrapping both hands around your left arm.

"Let me guess. You're the... clingy type?" You ask.

She rests her head on your shoulder as she pulls herself even closer, practically warming your entire arm with her body heat.

"What makes you say that?"

"Erm... forget it," you say, completely unable to tell if she was serious.

She smirks, and her shoulders gently shake as she giggles.

"I'm not usually this clingy. I've just missed you a lot. If you're not comfortable, just let me know."

Her demeanor shifts as she pulls away, and she suddenly seems much more mature.

"No, I don't mind. I can't say I don't like the attention," you shrug.

"Good! Because as long as you're over here, you'll be getting lots of it!" She beams.

The way her eyes squinted whenever she smiled widely makes you smile back, infected with her bursts of positivity.

"By the way, can I help you remember more about me?" She asks, leaning in.

"Oh! Yeah, we could try some things. Some of the ways I've been remembering are-"

"Oh, I already know," she cuts you off. "I talked to your girlfriends. I already know exactly how to make you remember..."

Her tone lowers, and you feel a chill run through your spine.

"Oh! Uh... how?"

...

gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck

"Hey, I'm back! Did you manage to get her off of..."

Sydney stops dead in her tracks as she witnesses the scene occurring on the couch.

Your knuckles are bone-white from tightly clutching the armrest, while Imane's soft lips wrap smoothly around your shaft, bringing it all the way into and out of her warm throat at a rapid pace. Her hands grip your thighs, keeping herself steady as she uses her tongue to get at the hard-to-reach places on your cock, making you feel stimulated in ways you'd never felt before.

You open your mouth to speak, but only groans come out. The sounds of your pleasure only push Imane further, encouraging her to take even more of your cock, until her nose finally hits your skin as she fully takes you inside.

You put your hand on the back of her head, following the sudden urge that rises from within you. Imane hums in agreement, and eases up her pace, forcing you to take over and push her head down.

You're already close to release, and the way she molds her mouth to your cock perfectly makes you want to shoot your load right into her.

Sydney fully walks down the stairs, shaking her head and smiling. "Really, Imane? That was my job tonight!"

"Sydney!" You exclaim, seeing her presence for the first time. "Are you... ok with this?" You manage to speak, even as your hand subconsciously guides Imane's pace while she deepthroats you.

She takes a step closer and leans over, her voice quickly dropping into a low murmur as she gently holds your shirt collar. "You tell me."

She plants her lips on yours, and the rush of excitement it fills you with accelerates the buildup in your loins. Poki grips your legs, bracing herself, while pumping your cock with her lips even faster. You blissfully kiss Sydney as your hips buck into Imane's throat one final time, finally bursting and shooting out all your pent-up seed deep into her.

You groan into Sydney's lips, and she continues making out with you while you ride out your high, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the now-familiar mix of pleasure and memories of the women before you.

Finally, Imane pulls away, gasping for air after swallowing your load.

"Oh, shit. Are you ok?" You sit up.

"Yup!" She hoarsely croaks, gently placing her hand on the front of her neck. "It's just been a while. I'll get used to it again..." She winks.

"Oh... ok..." You sigh, lying back down. "Damn, that was amazing..."

...

"I never actually got to show you around," Sydney chuckles. "I was going to, but..." Her voice trails off, but you knew where she was trying not to look.

"Sorry..." Imane pouts, squeezing your hand. Her fingers had somehow interlaced with yours without you noticing, but you weren't planning on complaining about her warm, gentle touch.

"Don't worry," you squeeze back. "Sydney, you and I can get some... personal time, tomorrow..." You clear your throat.

"Why don't you two just do it tonight?" Imane suggests.

"There are a few soundproof rooms we could try..." Sydney reasons.

"Ohh... no, don't use those..." Imane quietly mutters.

"...why?" You turn to her.

"Because..." She looks up at you, then turns to Sydney, then back to you. "How am I supposed to listen in?"

You squint, still unable to tell when she was joking. "...and you want to listen in... why?"

"..."

"Why don't you just join us, Poki?" Sydney asks.

Your eyes widen. "I-"

The door swings open, and all the air in your lungs freezes as your eyes snap to the person who had just walked into the house.

"AH!" She exclaims, jolting back as she sees you, equally surprised.

"T-Tina?!? What are you doing here?" You blurt.

"I... live here?" She meekly answers.

"Oh..." You glance at Sydney.

"What are you... oh..." She stops as she sees how Poki was leaning into you, her hand intertwined with yours. "Hm. I see."

She pauses for a few moments longer before quickly moving further into the house. As she climbs the stairs, the familiar sound of her faint mutterings fades into silence.

"...why didn't you tell me she lives with you?" You whisper to Sydney.

"I didn't realize you two were that awkward!" She whispers back.

"Hey, maybe this is a good thing!" Imane speaks up. "I don't know what happened, but I'm sure you can talk it out, right?"

"..."

"I don't know, Imane..." You mutter. "I don't know."

"Well, I think the only way to find out is to talk to her right now," she declares.

Imane stands up, pulling your hand with her. She tugs you off the couch with surprising strength, forcing you to get your feet under you.

"Imane! What are you-"

"Sydney, help me!" Imane whispers.

Before you can protest, both girls grab your arms and pull you up the stairs against your complaints.

"Why are you both... so... strong?" You groan.

"Here!" Imane whispers as you finally land in front of Tina's door. "Go get 'em."

They finally let go of you, and you rub your shoulder, soothing it from the force of their grip. You stare at the door in front of you, covered with a few printed drawings that you immediately recognized as Tina's artwork.

Despite the cute characters and bright colors, it only fills you with a draining sense of dread, as you had no idea what reaction would lie on the other side.

You turn back, but Imane grabs the sides of your shoulders and turns you forward again.

"It's for the best," she whispers.

Well, maybe she's right, but...

...

Fuck it.