❤️ Chapter 25 – Aoi’s Private Performance (R18)

I rested my chin on Homura's hair, my voice a low rumble she could probably feel. "You should sing too, Chiyoko. Don't let these kids hog the stage all night." Chiyoko laughed, a warm, pleasant sound. "Oh, I don't know, Master. It's been a long time since I sang anything that wasn't a lullaby." Just then, Akane and Miki finished their song with a final, dramatic pose. "You have to sing, Chiyoko-san!" Miki begged. "We all want to hear you!" "Yeah, c'mon!" Akane cheered. "Show us what you've got!" With a sigh that was half-amused, Chiyoko stood up. She picked a song from the book, a gentle, classic love ballad from years ago. The moment she started singing, the whole room went quiet. Her voice was beautiful. Not polished and perfect like Aoi's, or flashy and charming like Miki's. It was warm and rich, full of a deep emotion that just took your breath away. I chuckled at the sigh, then looked down at the girl in my lap. "So... you've been with us for a little while now. How is it?" "Was it better than being on your own? Did I keep my promise from last time?" Homura answered my question, her voice a soft murmur against my chest. "When I was alone... every day felt the same. Just grey. And quiet. And heavy." "I'd stand on a roof... and the city was just noise. It didn't mean anything." She shifted a little, getting more comfortable on my lap. "Now, it's loud. Very loud and messy. And Akane keeps trying to make me ride things that spin and force me to take part in a sleepover." "But it's not grey anymore." She looked up at me, her dark, swirling eyes full of a simple, honest thanks. "I'm not alone anymore, Master." "So, yes. You kept your promise. Thank you." "Well, that's good to hear," I whispered back. "Now I just have to keep my promise to Chiyoko, too." I glanced over at our singing healer. As my mind started to wander to what we need to do to make that come true, I felt a familiar, insistent heat in my groin. My cock, having a mind of its own, was starting to wake up. Chiyoko was right in the middle of a beautiful high note when she felt my lustful gaze. Our eyes met across the room. Just for a second, her composure cracked. A deep, knowing blush crept up her neck as she understood exactly what I was thinking. The promise of a family, of a life. That feeling poured into her voice, adding a new layer of raw, heartfelt longing to her song. It made it even more powerful. At the same time, Homura, still nestled on my lap, felt it: The sudden, hard pressure of my erection against her back. Her whole body went rigid. Her face, which had been so peaceful a second ago, instantly turned bright red. She completely froze, not knowing what to do. Aoi, of course, noticed everything. She saw me staring at Chiyoko, how Chiyoko blushes, and Homura freezes up. Her brain connected the dots with ice-cold speed. "The Master wants to get the team's healer pregnant. And he's getting hard while holding our powerhouse in his lap." Her face didn't change, but her fingers tightened on her tambourine, and the perfect beat she was keeping faltered for just a second. The room was still filled with Chiyoko's beautiful music. But now, there was a weird, swirling mix of desire, of awkwardness, and a little bit of jealousy under the surface. Feeling the jealous vibe coming from Aoi, I lifted Homura off my lap and gently set her on the couch next to me. I stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna step out for some fresh air," I announced. "Be right back." Homura let out a tiny, relieved squeak as I moved her. She scurried to the other end of the couch, hiding her burning face behind a songbook. Chiyoko finished her song to a ton of applause, though I saw a flicker of worry cross her face when she saw me leave. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone and sent Aoi a private text. "Men's restroom. Now! I'm waiting." Aoi watched me go, her expression unreadable. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced down, read the message, and her perfect composure finally broke. Her eyes widened for a split second, and a dark blush stained her cheeks. She looked over at the others, who were now trying to get Homura to sing a duet with Akane. No one was looking at her. Quietly, she stood up. "I need some water," she said, her excuse sounding weak. "I'll be back in a minute." She walked out of the Royal Suite, her movements stiff and robotic. She followed the signs down the fancy hall to the men's restroom. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she pushed the door open and slipped inside. The place was empty, all marble and chrome. I was by the sinks, waiting. The moment the door clicked shut, her control shattered. "Master... what is this?" she asked, her voice a low, shaky whisper. "Why did you call me here?" I didn't answer with words and closed the distance between us. Aoi's hands were pinned against the door above her head. She gasped, a soft, startled sound. I leaned in, my mouth hovering just beside her ear. "Your jealousy, Aoi," I said, my voice a low growl. "... needs to be addressed." My free hand moved down, pulling down her stylish black pants and the silky panties beneath with an efficient, practiced motion, exposing her pale, perfect ass to the cool air of the restroom. "Master! Wait! What are you..." she moaned softly, trying to hold back her voice as my hard cock pressed against the cleft of her ass. Her protest was cut off by a strangled cry as I slammed into her from behind. There was no preparation, no foreplay, just a brutal, punishing entry that stretched her tight, wet cunt to its limit. Spoiler [collapse] "You know exactly why you're here," I growled, my hips already moving in a hard, driving rhythm that ground her against the rough texture of the door. "Tell me instead, Aoi." "B-Because..." she stammered, her voice a ragged, broken whisper. "I was jealous... of Chiyoko-san..." A low, keening moan escaped her lips, a sound of pain, humiliation, and a deep, soul-shattering pleasure. She was being taken, claimed, right here in a public restroom, and a treacherous part of her found it unbearably exciting. "That's right," I said, my hand connecting with her ass in a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the small room. I grabbed the reddening flesh firmly. "But this isn't just your punishment. This is also your reward. I will keep filling you up every time you feel jealous, Aoi." My other hand moved to her front, my fingers finding her clit and beginning a slow, torturous circling motion. "I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling it. That jealousy is the source of your power. I want you to feel it, embrace it, make use of it." My words, combined with the dual assault of my cock from behind and my fingers from the front, sent a shockwave through her system. The guilt and shame she felt for her moment of envy were instantly transformed into a surge of dark, possessive pride. It was the ultimate validation. A whole new kind of moan escaped her, a sound of raw pleasure and power. Her body, which had been stiff with shock, melted against the door, surrendering completely. She pushed back against me, her ass meeting my every thrust with a desperate, greedy hunger. "Yes... Master..." she panted, her voice a blissful wreck. "I will embrace my power. You... only you understand it..." The dark indigo aura of Dark Sapphire started leaking out of her, swirling around us and making the lights flicker. She was right on the edge. I pulled her hair back as I pushed all the way inside her. Her cunt clenched hard around my cock, as I kept filling her with my thick seed. A sharp cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm hit her. The indigo aura exploded and then vanished, leaving her limp and panting against the door. I whisper, "I made a promise to Chiyoko to give her a family. Her power comes from lust and love, just like yours comes from jealousy. Understand?" "...Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I understand now." I smiled, rubbing Aoi's head and kissing her forehead. "Go back and tell Chiyoko she's next. I'll wait here." I helped her pull her clothes back up. She was shaky, but she smoothed her hair and clothes, forcing herself to look composed again. Aoi gave me one last look, her eyes full of awe, thanks, and total devotion. Then, she unlocked the door and slipped out, like a loyal soldier heading back to the front lines.