You lift the final sealed crate and carry it through the boutique's gss entrance. The cool night air hits your face as you step onto the sidewalk, where Kurumi, Musashi, and Shinobu follow close behind, each carrying their share of the haul.

  Kurumi moves with satisfied grace, her regur clothing now concealing the sheer bck lingerie underneath. Every few steps she catches your eye and smiles, warm, genuine, promising. Musashi walks with renewed confidence, her posture straighter than before, crimson silk hidden beneath her practical outfit. Shinobu maintains her characteristic calm, but there's a new softness in how she gnces at you, vender ce a secret between the four of you.

  You set the crate in the back of one of the waiting box trucks, then link across the Telepathy Web. You gather Kurumi, Musashi, and Shinobu near the staging area. The air is cool, carrying the scent of salt from the coast and the faint rattle of engines idling. "Albedo, we've finished Silk & Lace. What's next?"

  Her voice comes through clearly, precise, composed, and unmistakably pleased. "Excellent timing, Brad. The other teams have maintained strong progress. Rin's group completed Williams-Sonoma, forty-three thousand in cookware and kitchen equipment. Yoruichi's team cleared Restoration Hardware, two hundred and six thousand in furniture currently being loaded. Your presence is required with Asia, Mikasa, and Violet for your next target, Eureka Liquors."

  You feel a flicker of relief. Albedo is managing everything far smoother than you could have.

  Kurumi steps closer, her expression warm with quiet satisfaction. "Then we will see you when rotations realign."

  Musashi gives a small nod filled with steady confidence. "We will continue supporting the loading crews."

  Shinobu watches you with composed focus. "Return safely."

  You meet each of their eyes and smirk. "G- is for Gorgeous, I can't wait to see it."

  Then the three of them turn and move toward the trucks to join the logistics teams, the lingering warmth of their presence following you like a quiet pulse as you prepare to shift to your next rotation.

  You cross the staging area, boots crunching lightly against broken gss and loose gravel. The night is deep and quiet, the only illumination coming from vehicle headlights and the faint silver of the moon reflected off shattered storefronts. The air smells of salt, dust, and faint traces of spilled gasoline.

  Your next team waits two blocks east, already working.

  As you approach, you spot Eureka Liquors, a compact standalone shop with a partially colpsed sign and barred windows. The front door is already open. Quiet clinks and soft movement drift from inside.

  You step through the doorway.

  The store is dim but orderly.Mikasa is near the counter, sleeves rolled up, efficiently packing bottles into foam-lined boxes. Her focus is intense, jaw set, movements precise. She gnces up the moment she senses you, her entire posture sharpening with expectation.

  Asia kneels beside a crate of wine, humming lightly as she pads bottles with towels. She brightens instantly at the sight of you, her smile warm and full of uncomplicated affection.

  Violet stands near the back wall, hands steady as she sorts premium spirits. Her restored fingers move with quiet grace, every gesture soft, deliberate, beautiful. She watches your lips first, then your eyes.

  Three women, three energies, waiting for you to step in.

  Asia rises and dusts off her skirt, moving toward you with pure warmth. “Brad! We’ve been doing our best. There was so much gss on the floor, but Mikasa cleaned it already. We wanted it to be safe before you came in.”

  Mikasa stands straight, disciplined but unable to hide the faint flush across her cheeks. “You’re right on time. Tell us where you want us.”

  Violet’s tone is quiet but steady as she approaches from the side. “Welcome... Brad.” Her voice always lifts a little on your name, almost like she’s testing its shape each time she says it.

  You take in the three of them, their combined attention drawing you into the center of the space as naturally as breath, letting your gaze settle on all three of them properly this time.

  The orderly stacks. The padded crates. The care they’ve taken. Your shoulders ease, just a fraction.

  “It’s good to see you three doing so well,” you say, voice low but sincere. A corner of your mouth lifts. “I was almost afraid I’d walk in on Rika, Yoruichi, and Yusuke having already emptied half the shelves into their stomachs before we managed to pack any of it.”

  Asia giggles immediately, hand rising to her mouth in reflex.Mikasa exhales sharply through her nose, half amusement, half disbelief.Violet tilts her head, clearly imagining the scene and filing it away.

  You step forward before any of them can respond, your attention narrowing gently to Asia. You lower yourself down in front of her without hesitation, taking a knee on the dusty floor. Asia gasps softly as you pull her into you, your arms wrapping around her waist. Your forehead and cheek rest briefly against her stomach, solid, grounding, unguarded.

  Her hands freeze for half a second, then settle on your shoulders, light and careful, like she’s afraid of holding too tightly. “Brad…?” she whispers.

  You breathe out slowly, letting yourself rex into the contact before speaking again. “Asia,” you murmur, voice muffled slightly. “Mean girls are scary.” A faint smile curves into your words. “Stay innocent forever and ever, okay?”

  Her breath catches. “Oh-” Her fingers curl in your shirt, not pulling you away, not pushing you closer. Just holding. “I... I’ll try. I promise.”

  The moment stretches quiet, safe, intimate in its simplicity.

  When you finally pull back, Asia’s cheeks are warm and pink, her smile soft and glowing in a way that has nothing to do with seduction and everything to do with trust.

  You rise smoothly to your feet.

  Mikasa has been watching the entire exchange without looking away. Her expression is controlled but her jaw is tight, eyes sharper now, something expectant simmering just under the surface. She doesn’t step back when you turn toward her. If anything, she straightens, bracing herself.

  Violet, standing just behind and to the side, has seen it all too, Tenderness. The protection. The way you chose gentleness without hesitation. Her lips part slightly, eyes flicking from Asia... to Mikasa... then back to you, curiosity and something quieter blooming behind them.

  “Show me what you’ve done so far.”

  Asia beams and takes your sleeve softly, guiding you toward the nearest row of crates.Mikasa moves to your opposite side, close enough that her arm brushes yours with deliberate tension.Violet follows just behind, silent and observant, her gaze fixed on the back of your shoulders.

  Your hand finds Asia's gently, fingers intertwining as you step toward the crates. She squeezes back, her smile soft and trusting.

  Then your other arm snakes around Mikasa's waist and pulls her hard against you, your hand immediately cupping her breast through her Survey Corps jacket. She gasps - sharp, startled - but doesn't pull away. You spin her against the stack of crates, pinning her there, and kiss her roughly. Your tongue demands entry and she opens for you instantly, her breath hitching as your fingers squeeze harder.

  Asia's hand goes sck in yours, her eyes widening.

  Violet freezes mid-reach for a bottle, her restored fingers curling against the gss.

  You release Mikasa's lips with a wet sound and step back, releasing Asia's hand entirely. Mikasa's chest heaves, her eyes dark and unfocused, lips parted and red. "Now, now Mikasa," you say, voice low and teasing. "What are you wanting me to do in front of these two innocent girls?"

  Your hand slides down her stomach, groping deliberately through the fabric. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily.

  "Brad-" Her voice breaks.

  You pop the button of her pants with practiced ease, sliding the zipper down slowly. "I don't think they heard my Mikasa answer." Your fingers slip just inside the waistband, brushing heated skin. "Tell them what you want. What you need. Right now."

  Mikasa's entire body trembles. Her jaw clenches as she fights for control - warrior discipline crumbling under the weight of raw need. "I want..." Her voice is barely a whisper. "I need you to touch me."

  "Louder."

  Her eyes snap to yours, pupils blown wide. "I need you to fuck me." The words come out harsh, desperate, unfiltered. "Please, Brad. I need-"

  You cim her mouth again, swallowing the rest of her plea. Your hand slides fully into her pants, finding slick heat immediately. She cries out against your lips as your fingers stroke her, already soaking wet.

  Asia makes a small sound - not quite shock, not quite arousal. Her cheeks are bzing red, but she doesn't look away.

  Violet's breathing has changed, deeper now, her golden eyes fixed on where your hand moves beneath Mikasa's waistband.

  "Set the pace," you murmur against Mikasa's ear, fingers circling slowly.

  She doesn't hesitate. Her hand covers yours through the fabric, pushing down harder, grinding against your palm. "More," she gasps. "Harder. Don't-" Her voice breaks into a moan as you slip two fingers inside her. "Don't stop."

  You work her with deliberate precision, watching her face as she loses herself. Her hips rock against your hand, chasing the pressure, her other hand fisting in your shirt for bance. The wet sounds are obscene in the quiet store.

  Asia takes a hesitant step closer, then another. Her eyes are wide but curious, not frightened. She's seen you with Kiva, with Maria - but never quite like this. Never this raw.

  Violet moves too, circling to get a better view. Her expression remains calm but intensely focused, analyzing every motion, every reaction.

  Mikasa's breathing turns ragged. "Brad- I'm-" Her words dissolve into gasping moans as you curl your fingers, finding the spot that makes her whole body arch. "Please-"

  Asia's hand finds your shoulder - gentle pressure, seeking connection rather than stopping you. Her voice is soft, breathless. "Brad... can I help?"

  Violet speaks for the first time, her tone carrying quiet wonder. "May I... observe more closely?"

  You answer them "Asia please pull off our pants, Violet move to the other Mikasa's other side."

  Asia's hands move to your waistband immediately, her fingers trembling slightly as she works the button and zipper. She kneels beside you, pulling your pants down with careful reverence, her cheeks flushed pink but her movements steady. Your cock springs free, already half-hard from the tension crackling through the store.

  Violet circles around Mikasa without hesitation, positioning herself on the opposite side. Her restored fingers rest lightly against the crate, golden eyes fixed on Mikasa's face with clinical fascination.

  Your hand finds Mikasa's throat - not squeezing, just ciming. She gasps, her pulse hammering against your palm. You guide your cock to her now exposed entrance, dragging the head through her slick folds in slow, deliberate circles. She's already soaking wet.

  "Does my Mikasa want this?" you murmur against her ear.

  "Yes-" Her voice breaks.

  "Louder. For them both to hear clearly."

  Mikasa's entire body shudders. "Yes!" The word tears out of her. "I want it. Please, Brad, I want your cock inside me."

  You sm into her in one brutal thrust.

  Mikasa screams - not pain, pure overwhelming sensation - her back arching as you fill her completely. You don't give her time to adjust. Your hips pull back slowly, twisting as you withdraw until just the head remains inside her, then you drive forward again with punishing force. The wet sound of your cock pounding into her pussy echoes through the store.

  "Brad- oh god- Brad-" Mikasa's voice dissolves into desperate moaning as you establish the rhythm. Hard and fast on the way in, slow and twisting on the way out. Her inner walls clench around you, trying to keep you inside.

  Asia watches with wide green eyes, one hand pressed between her thighs over her skirt.

  Violet's breathing has deepened, her gaze tracking every point of contact between your bodies.

  You can feel Mikasa approaching the edge, her pussy tightening, her moans becoming higher and more desperate. The moment before she breaks you stop completely, buried deep inside her.

  "No- please- Brad, please-" She tries to rock her hips but your hand on her throat holds her still.

  You cim her mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing her whimpers. When you pull back, her eyes are gssy with need. "Mikasa, I'm going to sit on the crate next to you. You're going to mount me and pleasure yourself. Not because you want to - because I'm telling you to."

  You withdraw from her completely. She makes a sound like she's been wounded.

  Turning to Asia, you add gently: "Please tap your fingers down her spine when she's riding."

  Asia nods, her expression soft with understanding despite the arousal darkening her eyes.

  You sit on the crate, spreading your legs. Your cock stands rigid, glistening with Mikasa's arousal. You barely reach for the hem of her jacket as she positions herself over you quickly, helping strip away the Survey Corps uniform. Her breasts are small and firm, nipples hard from excitement.

  Mikasa grips your shoulders and lowers herself onto your cock with agonizing slowness, her eyes locked on yours. When you're fully seated inside her again, she releases a shaking breath.

  "Now pleasure yourself," you command.

  Mikasa begins to move.

  You cim Mikasa's mouth as she rides you, swallowing her gasps. When you break the kiss, your words come steady despite the tightness building in your core. "I was right. Your request to be dominated was more than just physical."

  Mikasa's eyes snap to yours, pupils blown wide, her rhythm faltering for a heartbeat before she continues grinding down on your cock.

  "There's no way for Albedo to have paired us with Violet knowing about your request." You commend idly as your hands find Mikasa's breasts, cupping them, thumbs circling her hardened nipples. She arches into the touch, her inner walls clenching around you.

  You turn your head toward Violet without releasing Mikasa. "Before that comes off as rude, Violet, let me expin. As you already realize, we've been together before, but our retionship is still new. Mikasa requested being dominated physically, and I was considering how she would handle being controlled--rather mentally dominated instead of physically."

  Violet stands motionless, her restored fingers curled against her thigh. Her golden eyes remain fixed on where Mikasa's body meets yours, tracking each movement with absolute focus.

  You massage Mikasa's breasts gently, feeling her breathing accelerate. "Most of the girls I wouldn't have done this in front of. It's only because of what little I do know of the story-Violet that I was willing to push this in front of you, someone who would not jump to her own conclusions or misinterpretations of what this is."

  Mikasa's movements become erratic, desperate. Her nails dig into your shoulders as her entire body goes rigid. "Brad--" His name breaks into a sharp cry as she comes, her pussy spasming around your cock in waves. You hold her hips steady, keeping yourself buried deep as she rides out the orgasm, her breathing ragged against your neck.

  When the tremors subside, Mikasa doesn't dismount. She stays seated on your cock, still hard inside her, and you continue massaging her breasts with slow, deliberate circles.

  "As an example," you continue, voice calm despite the heat pooling in your gut, "Asia prefers intimacy to domination. She would be accepting of my desire for sex, but likely wouldn't enjoy being controlled this roughly or in front of a guest she wasn't expecting."

  Asia stands near the counter, her cheeks bzing red, one hand pressed to her chest. She doesn't look away, but her breathing has quickened noticeably.

  You meet Violet's gaze directly. "Violet, thank you for not interrupting or being offended by the suddenness and tone. Do you have any questions?"

  Violet takes three measured steps closer. Her expression remains composed, but something shifts in her eyes, curiosity deepening into something more personal. She stops just within arm's reach, her restored fingers flexing at her sides.

  "I understand the distinction you are making," she says, her voice steady but softer than before. "Mikasa requires control to surrender control. Asia requires tenderness to accept vulnerability." Her eyes move from your face to Mikasa's flushed features, then down to where Mikasa still sits impaled on your cock. "But I do have a question."

  She pauses, choosing her words with visible care. "What do I require, Brad? You expined them. What about me?"

  The question nds with unexpected weight. Mikasa shifts slightly in your p, her inner muscles flexing around you. Asia takes a small step forward, her eyes widening at Violet's directness.

  Violet tilts her head, waiting for your answer with the same focused intensity she brought to observing your intimacy with Mikasa.

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