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Every Seito For Herself
-by Drace Domino
Kasumi didn’t particularly like competition...but she was still good at it.
It was something that the other girls would have to learn. Whether it was ballet or classwork, Kasumi didn’t enjoy being anything other than the best. And when it came to the attention of her Senpai? Well...it only pushed her into the sort of motivation that was downright reckless. Reckless, dangerous, and undeniably, objectively immoral.
But who could really blame her? After all, it was their fault for putting their eyes on the man she loved! The man she adored! The man she’d do anything for, simply for the gift of his presence! That night in particular, he was the man that she’d visit Mementos for.
“Ahh, there you are, I was almost worried I wasn’t going to find you,” Kasumi - or Violet, as the Phantom Thieves called her - smirked as she folded her hands behind her back and moved with her natural, elegant grace. Slender legs carried her forward in a slow and teasing stroll around her target, a busty, American blonde that looked bewildered by her presence. It was always up for deep interpretation how someone’s true self was presented in Mementos. Some people became foul monsters that were in desperate need of besting within their palaces while others became little more than empty husks, staring at the walls of the fog-clouded subway or kneeling in a pile of filth muttering to themselves. The blonde in question avoided both of those fates, but it was clear she was still struggling with things. As she looked at Violet in her slow march around her, Ann pressed a finger to her lower lip, murmuring in a thoughtful - if empty headed - voice.
“Viooooolet?” She slipped a finger into her hair and immediately started to twirl it, just as she waved her hips from side to side. She was even noisily chewing a piece of gum in large, open-mouthed chomps, even taking the time to snap it against her tongue before continuing. “Like, I tooooootally didn’t expect you to be here! Do you want to, like, go to the mall? Meet some boys?”
Violet smirked, and her eyes flashed behind the stylish, sinister mask she wore. Her plan had worked perfectly.
The visions that took shape in Mementos were by no means permanent - and it was quite natural for a particular person’s to change from day to day. They served as a reflection of so many things that made up the strange miasma of the human psyche. Greed. Hunger. Lust. Love. Desire. And in the case of Ann that particular night...insecurity. If Kasumi entered Mementos on any other night this version of a dense, glossy-eyed blonde simply wouldn’t be there. It took...prodding to force this version of Ann Takamaki to take shape. The most insecure parts of the American girl’s mind needed to be teased and triggered to forge this simulacrum, the equivalent of a fleeting snowman that would melt away at the sun’s morning light. Or in that particular instance, it was more like unlocking a store’s window during the day with the intention of sneaking in at night and stealing everything she wanted.
As Violet stood there looking at Ann, it was clear that her plan worked. Ann was still dressed in her Shujin uniform, and clenched in a single hand was a crumpled-up note - an illusionary duplicate of a note that Kasumi planted in Ann’s things when she wasn’t looking. She could still remember how Ann discretely pulled the note out during class when she first realized it, most likely expecting it was some romantic letter from Ren or one of her other admirers. And then...the sunken face. The quivering lower lip. The trembling presence of almost-tears. When Ann discovered and read that note during class that day, it shattered her. And now, for one night only, this empty headed, dense doll stood before her with a vacant stare.
“You are...the biggest, dumbest bimbo at Shujin,” When Violet spoke, she was reciting - with perfect accuracy - the contents of the note she slipped into Ann’s bag that day. “You’re nothing more than a big-tittied dummy, and the only reason people are friends with you is because they think you’ll fuck them. Slut. Skank. Whore. Nobody likes you. Nobody wants you around. You’re just a gaijin tramp that everyone talks about behind your back, because the only thing good about you is your ass.” Violet paused, and then, with a particularly cruel smile, offered the last line of the letter with stunning hostility. “Signed, Everybody.”
There was an intense shockwave that shuddered through the air, similar to the one that took place when the Phantom Thieves successfully changed a heart. The look on Ann’s face was shockingly pained in that moment, with her eyes twitching and her mouth opening to speak again and again, only for any protests to die across her tongue. In that vulnerable state, in the dense miasma of Mementos, it didn’t matter what the reality was. Perception was the reality. Ann wasn’t mad. She wasn’t even offended. She was simply...hurt.
Hurt...and desperate.
“But...but if...if I’m just a dumb bimbo, then…” It took Ann a few seconds to be able to speak once more, and even then she struggled to wrap her tongue around the words. Her hand rose up once more and began to twirl her finger in her hair, and she gave one loud, messy chew on her gum that made her sound all the more the gaijin slut that she was convinced she’d been. “What can I do to...to make people like me? Will Ren ever love a dumb whore like me?”
“Oh, Ann,” Violet’s voice sounded venomously sweet in that moment, and she lifted a hand forward to caress the blonde’s cheek. Her fingers shifted from her cheekbone to her chin, smoothly and delicately sweeping her digits down in an almost affectionate gesture. If it failed to bring Ann any comfort during what she was about to say, Violet genuinely didn’t care. “Nobody will ever love a dumb whore like you. But that doesn’t mean you still can’t have fun doing what comes naturally to you.”
And with that, Violet spun on a heel, confident that her work was done. As she abandoned Ann alone in Mementos, she could still hear the blonde whispering to herself - her psyche trying to work through the haze and the damage, the insecurity and the self-doubt, the slow revelation of what was becoming her true self. She’d wake up in the morning a whole new woman, and all because of a well-placed note and some particularly cruel words. What was done to Ann that night was heartless. Savage. The polar opposite of everything the Phantom Thieves stood for. And yet...as Violet stepped free of Mementos, casting aside her disguise and becoming Kasumi once more, she took a deep breath and unleashed a guilt-free sigh just before a tiny, playful giggle.
“That’ll teach her to try dating my Senpai,” she mused, and began to gracefully trot her way back home. “But it’s not all bad, soon she’ll be too busy for sweet guys like him!”
***
Ann didn’t show up for school the following day. The other members of the Phantom Thieves all assumed that she was sick, and while it wasn’t like her to miss a day without letting them know in the group text, nobody was really suspicious. Why would they be? Ann had done such a fine job of masking her feelings after reading that anonymous note that nobody had any good reason to suspect that she was feeling less than herself. Still, as they sat through class and followed along with their studies, Kasumi was overtaken by a smug, self-satisfied smile that rode across her lovely features all day long.
Where could Ann be? She was obviously the only one of them that knew the truth: wherever the blonde was, she was rediscovering herself in a whole new light.
It was a lovely day at Shujin for the scheming Kasumi. One less girl surrounding Ren meant all the more attention for her, and now she only had to share him with Makoto. And Haru. And Futaba’s annoying, constant texts. Still...a little bigger of a slice of that sweet Senpai pie was a welcome addition to her day, and she was thrilled to have it. She was even more thrilled, however, when the final bell of the day rang and she was free to check in on her investment. It wasn’t enough to simply realize that Ann missed a day of school and assume the worst - she needed to see it. She needed to check the proof of her labor.
To that end, the young woman walked alone through a dark alley several neighborhoods off the beaten path, all to the end of tracking Ann’s location on her cell phone. It sure was helpful of Futaba to link them in such a fashion, and Kasumi was sure she’d get plenty of usage out of that feature in the future. For now, she remained single-minded as she kept honing in on Ann’s location, even though it didn’t take long to realize that she was in as seedy a district as they came. Even early in the evening, there were men and women in the streets dressed like they were looking for company - shady, lurking figures in the alleys trying to beckon the beautiful redhead to join them, and more than a few storefronts that proudly advertised JAVs, sex toys, or live erotic shows at all hours of the day.
Kasumi, despite looking out of place at best and like someone’s personal fetishized call girl at worst, couldn’t stop smiling. Things were looking up for Ann’s new life!
“Hey girlie, you here to work?” The bouncer out front of one of the clubs greeted Kasumi with a grunt, and took his time in looking her over. “Nice body on you, you’ll make plenty of tips like that.”
“No, sir, I’m just here to watch,” Kasumi chirped, as she withdrew her card to process her entry fee. “But before I do, could you please tell me - do you have a new girl working today? A blonde American? She’s a friend of mine, and she invited me to see he--”
“Ohh, you’re a friend of Pussycat?” The bouncer chuckled, and rubbed a hand across his chin in glowering, satisfied fashion. “Little slut has star potential. C’mon in, no charge.”
Kasumi offered a short bow to the door greeter, and carried herself forward with a genuine bounce to her step. This. Was. Perfect. As soon as she stepped into the seedy establishment, she was assaulted by the filth of the place. Pounding music with muffled moans echoed through the halls. An overwhelming, sticky heat clung to the air. A smell of dirty depravity could be sampled with every last breath. And best of all, as Kasumi rounded the corner of the hallway and her eyes lit up - the sight of a flyer advertising the newest girl on staff. The newest slut. The newest whore.
“Pussycat, available for booking private shows, or come see her work tonight only in the Kitten room,” Kasumi read it aloud to herself, her eyes dancing across the image laid out. It was hastily printed that very day, and showed what was easily Ann’s most glamorous modelling shoot - a picture of her splayed on her back with her thighs lifted and spread, her pussy on full display for the camera. The look in her eyes said it all: she was a girl that was desperate to prove her value through becoming the biggest tramp she could. A girl that knew deep down in her soul of souls that nobody would ever really love her...and that she was only good for collecting their cum.
Mementos was a very, very powerful tool, indeed. Obviously, a power that shouldn’t be used recklessly or without concern for those it affected. It could ruin lives as easily as it could save them - and to wield its power without any regard for others was a truly depraved, monstrous deed. Maybe Ann should’ve thought of that before she dared to flirt with another girl’s Senpai.
Kasumi couldn’t contain her giggle as she dashed to the Kitten room.
The Kitten room, despite the prestige, was just another sleazy room in an already sleazy establishment. As Kasumi stepped inside she was assaulted again by the funk of sweat and horny pleasure, and she could feel her shoes stick to the floor as if she’d just wandered into a movie theater. She didn’t mind the unpleasantness one bit - if anything, the worse and filthier the place was, the better, so far as she was concerned. And she certainly had plenty to enjoy as she slinked inside and looked around, once more practically bubbling over from delight over what she was witnessing.
There was no question that she was in a room that was downright dangerous for a girl like herself - a cute, attractive redheaded student surrounded from wall-to-wall businessmen that had paid good money for a bit of fun. Thankfully for her, she wasn’t the only girl in the room...and the company she shared was making it abundantly clear just how invested she was in the pleasure of those surrounding her. As Kasumi peeked through the horde of men, some of them shirtless while others fully undressed, she could finally lay her eyes on the woman once known as Panther - the lovely, beautiful blonde that had just found her new calling in life.
And Kasumi could already tell...Ann was loving every second of it.
“More, more!” Ann was moaning with her voice loud and delight, stretching out her arms to invite more men against her. “Please, don’t hold back! I’m just a dumb gaijin bimbo, after all! My holes are happy to receive you, masters!”
She was stark naked, outside from the sweat that glazed her figure and the vibrant red hand prints that crossed her ass - the results of an entire day’s worth of spanking. Bits of cum clung to her body from different angles, whether it was some dried spunk sticking in her otherwise gorgeous hair or a fresh load that was splattered against her tits. Ann had clearly gone all out in her first day at her new life, for there was a chalkboard hanging on the back wall of the room with dozens of strikes against it. A large glass vase was sitting nearby with the word “Tips” scrawled across a piece of paper taped to it, and it was literally overflowing with cash that had been deposited inside. Kasumi squirmed in giggling glee as she watched, but it was what she overheard that made her truly happy - the half-murmurings of horny men waiting for their turn, musing about the newest slut in the Kitten room.
“Can’t believe this bitch has been going since this morning,” one of them chuckled. “I was here at nine before heading off to work! Now she’s still at it eight hours later?!”
“Guy at the bar told me that she hasn’t taken any breaks, either,” another man chimed up, with a similar level of contented humor to his voice. “Outside of showering every few hours to get the cum off her, but from what I heard you can pay extra to fuck her while she cleans herself off. Give her the first fresh creampie once she scrubs it all away.”
“What a wild whore,” another was marvelling at Ann’s stamina and desire - and admittedly, Kasumi had to agree. “Wonder how long before she’ll burn herself out. Sluts like her never last too long when they go this hard.”
That latter observation could’ve been true for all Kasumi knew, and still...she didn’t care, and demonstrated as much with a thoughtful shrug as she drew her eyes back on Ann. By that point, the men she was currently servicing had pushed her forward onto her knees, forcing her to mount a stiff-cocked businessman and watching while she held his shaft in her hand, guiding him inside. As she eased her pussy across that enormous rod she unleashed a joyous moan into the Kitten room, and was soon forced to balance herself against another two men that drifted near. Once she had every inch inside she managed to rock back and forth, and took the time to suck on the nearest two, three, even four cocks before lifting her head and smiling - speaking up into the room in a voice that all of the men were eager to listen to.
“Ohh, it feels soooooo good in my little teen pussy!” Ann giggled, and lifted a hand to twirl a finger in her hair, bubbly and cute and leaning into every foul impression Kasumi forced into her mind. “All of you Japanese guys have such perfect dicks! I don’t even know how many I’ve had inside me today, but they’ve all been great! Now! Who wants to fuck my ass while I ride this stud? For a nice, big tip, of course!”
The men all clamored, each of them lifting fistfuls of yen as they practically tripped over each other to offer up their payment. Kasumi watched with wide eyes and a cheshire smile as they struggled, and the latter intensified all the more when Ann just gave a flirty giggle and wiggled back and forth in place - grinding her pussy against the sides of the cock currently occupying her.
“Don’t push, don’t push!” She purred, and reached back to spank her own plump, teen ass with a bare hand. “Everyone will get a turn! You can all fuck my little gaijin asshole all night long, as much as you want! So long as you paaaaaay~”
The men cheered. Applauded. Whistled. Some of them reached into their pockets to scramble for their phones, whether it was to distribute some funds to their primary checking or to text their wives to let them know they wouldn’t be home for dinner. Ann had already begun to suck on any dick that was offered up to her as she started to grind up and down, and before long the first lucky customer was pushing her forward and lining his throbbing cocktip up against her tight, trembling little rear fuckhole. Kasumi’s smile was devious and enormous, and she found herself reaching into her pocket for her own phone.
First thing was first: a text to her Senpai.
“Senpai, you were soooo sweet to share your omurice with me today. Thank youuuu XOXOXOXO.”
And then, once that very important text was sent, Kasumi lifted her phone and guided the camera’s lens to the whore in the middle of the Kitten room. And with every bit of maliciousness her jealous heart could muster, began to record without a trace of hesitation or mercy.
While Kasumi recorded the events from the back of the room, Ann was in her own world of pleasure. If she even noticed or recognized her classmate, she certainly didn’t show it, focused as she was on the array of cocks offered up to her. She was convulsing desperately between two dicks as they shared her pussy and ass in equal measure - the former only starting that day with limited experience, and the latter freshly minted early that afternoon. She’d gone from a nearly-virginal, sweet young woman to a ravenous and depraved slut with astonishing speed and alacrity, and by that point she’d become an expert in the art of letting men use her for their release. It didn’t matter who it was - whether he was handsome or not, young or old, a bad person or a good person - so long as he was willing to pay for her time, she’d be more than happy to bend over for him...and she’d have a hell of a lot of fun doing it.
Ann was absolutely shameless in that regard, grinding her hips from side to side while the man squarely behind her continued to fuck her ass raw and unprotected. He was holding one hand in her hair so as to make her hold steady for the other men sharing her mouth, all while another laid underneath the pile with his member wrapped up in tight, teenage pussy. Every inch of the elegant American girl was coated in a sheen of sweat and drenched in the overwhelming scent of her actions - bathed in a constant, unceasing reminder of just how far she’d fallen without a trace of remorse or regret. When Ann’s mouth wasn’t stuffed with cock she could be heard to fill the Kitten room with the sound of her wild moaning, complete with her eyes rolling back in her head and threads of spit dangling from the corners of her mouth.
“Use me, use me!” She begged, with her plump tits swinging and cocks smacking back and forth across her blushing cheeks. “Ohh, my ass feels so good with that big, thick dick inside! Make sure you cum lots for me, ‘kay? That goes for all of you! You can either pump it in my holes or make me swallow it, but I want every drop you’ve got!”
It wasn’t particularly surprising - especially to the lurking Kasumi - that Ann was begging for such treatment. After all, she’d been properly conditioned to know that the only respect she’d ever have from anyone was through serving as their personal fucktoy. The schoolgirl on the sidelines made absolutely sure to record Ann’s depraved moans and catch full sight of her slutty body while it was used, grinning wider as she did so. She still hadn’t necessarily decided what to do with it all - spread it around school, perhaps keep it for possible blackmail material, or simply show it to her Senpai to prove what a hussy the blonde was. Maybe she’d do all three, eventually, since once her fire was lit it became clear that there were no depths that Kasumi wouldn’t stoop to. While she watched Ann get fucked by man after man, the schoolgirl felt no arousal within herself for what she was watching - this was all about Ren, after all, and it wouldn’t have been appropriate for her to get excited while watching this slut get gangbanged.
Unlike some girls, Kasumi was a romantic. Tramps like Ann Takamaki wouldn’t understand.
“Mmm, cum, cum, someone’s cumming in my assssss~” The words dripped from Ann’s lips like a song as she felt her most recent client throbbing inside of her, unloading squirts of warm, wet juice deep within her hole. He was still pounding her while he hit his peak, throbbing against her walls until the last drip was squeezed fresh from his tip. When he pulled free, it wasn’t Ann that made the decision of what to do next so much as the men themselves - hands already wrapping around her, pulling at her legs, keeping her steady so the next could move forward to take his place. As she felt yet another shaft jammed into her cum-soaked hole, Ann cast a glance over to her overflowing tip jar, giggling loudly as she beamed. “Ohh, you’re all so generous! I’m the luckiest girl in Tokyo! I sure hope I keep getting lucky all night lonnmmphh!”
She was silenced as yet another man stepped forward, grasped her by the back of the head, and jammed his rod straight into her open, groaning maw. Ann didn’t complain, and her eyes soon closed with a blissful smile spread across a stranger’s sweaty, twitching length.
It went on like that for quite some time, and Ann looked inexhaustible no matter the positions they bent her into or how many men lined up for a chance to fuck the newest whore in town. In truth, Kasumi was downright surprised at just how many there were - it seemed like every few seconds someone was tapping her on the shoulder asking if she was in line to use Ann as well, which only made the Shujin student scowl and shuffle out of the way. A peek down the hallway revealed that there were at least a dozen men lined up past the door in addition to the ones already packing the Kitten room, and they were constantly buzzing with excitement and rumors, talking to one another about just how rowdy and wild this newest slut was. It was almost enough to make her wonder if her meddling in Mementos had an effect on the men in the surrounding district as well, but ultimately she didn’t care. Nothing mattered. Not Mementos. Not Ann. Not anything but the sweet, sweet attention Senpai would shoulder upon her when he realized what a worthless, trashy ho Ann was.
Kasumi was practically giddy at that point, though she didn’t dare open her mouth to giggle for fear someone might try to stick a dick in it. As it was, she had to ward off the advances of several horny men that kept trying to grasp at her skirt or fondle one of her breasts, to which point she stomped her feet and made it very clear that she was not the girl of the hour. Ann was doing the best she could, but even a whore like her could only suck and get fucked so fast - and even more critical to the point, she could only push herself so far before she collapsed. That particular fate befell her when Kasumi was already considering going home for the night, content with what she recorded and starting to feel a bit sick to her stomach thanks to the overwhelming fuckstench clinging in the air.
“Hey! Hey, what happened?” One of the men could be heard to ask, and Kasumi peered through the crowd to see what was going on. Ann was laying limp in the heap, mounted on one man’s lap with her arms and legs draped to the side, motionless and spent. There were a few noises of concern spread among the crowd, with one of them even reaching down to take her pulse, but they erupted into a sudden fit of joined applause and laughter when Ann unleashed a loud, sloppy snoring noise. “Ha! She fucked until she passed out! What a panther!”
“So what should we do?” One of the other guys waiting in line openly asked, clearly showing some disappointment in his voice. Ann was actively slumbering atop one man with her naked ass lifted in the air and her body effectively limp - unconscious from exhaustion after a long marathon session that had gone all day. “Guess we should just come back tomorrow? Think they’ll let us schedule an appointment?”
There were a lot of sounds of grumbling, upset fervor among the crowd - up to and including the men in the hallway. They were getting irate and worried they wouldn’t get the chance to pay for a piece of gaijin pussy, and if they did that...they certainly wouldn’t be thinking very fondly of Ann! All that American bimbo craved that day was love and affection for the only thing she was good at, and it was with that mindset that Kasumi finally stepped up, clapping her hands together as she drew the attention of the group.
“Listen up, everyone! It’s all right, you’ll all get a chance to get off toni--”
“Wow, you’re cute! Are you taking her place?”
“No, you lech, I have a boyfriend!” Kasumi stomped her foot, growling as her fists locked into tight, angry balls. “And he’s more man than any of you’ll ever be! But...I was talking to the newest slut earlier, and she wanted you all to know…”
Kasumi’s devious smile grew, and she found herself crossing yet another line of decency, all in the name of love for her Senpai.
“She wanted you all to know…” Kasumi gestured to the naked, limp blonde. “That you can keep fucking her even if she’s passed out. She loves waking up sticky and used. In fact, the last man out can feel free to shove his money into her filthy, cum-filled fuckhole. Really remind her what a whore she is.”
The men were still cheering as Kasumi left the sleazy establishment, feeling quite happy with herself that night. Not a single client in attendance seemed to have an issue with what she told them, and by the time she left the Kitten room they were already fucking Ann’s limp, unconscious body, using the slumbering panther like the cockhole toy she was. Kasumi felt good about everything she’d done that day, and she felt even better when she gazed down at her phone only to see a text from Ren.
“Ohhh, Senpai messaged me!” She held the phone to her chest and spun around on a heel in elegant, ladylike fashion, just before gazing down at the message. She read it aloud, her voice melodic and delightful, charmed by every letter her would-be boyfriend typed. “Anytime, Kasumi. I couldn’t let you go hungry.”
Kasumi practically vibrated in place before giving a loud, exuberant cheer into the open air of the sleazy city streets, leaping into the air as she did so. Joy! Overwhelming, engrossing bliss! The glowing, radiant happiness that could only come from true love!
“Senpai adores me so much!” She giggled, before settling back down on her heels as she looked at her phone. “Hmm, another text, from Futaba…”
When Kasumi read the next one, her expression immediately soured, and she spoke aloud without any trace of harmony, pleasure, or anything beyond angry, fierce resentment.
“Kasumi, were you visiting with Ann? Is she okay? I saw that your phones were in the same location. If you two are working a case for the Phantom Thieves, you’d better let all of us know.”
Kasumi shut her phone off and gave an irate scowl, just as she dropped it back into her pocket and started to march towards the train station. Futaba was...sneaky. And she saw everything. And Kasumi could forgive her for spying, forgive her for hacking her texts, forgive her for invading her privacy at every opportunity...but there was one thing she could never forgive Futaba for.
The way Senpai looked at her.
Some sins couldn’t be forgiven, only punished. And Kasumi now knew who had to be punished next.
End of Chapter One.
Chapter 2: Chapter Two
Summary:
One slut down, plenty more to go. Even if Ann is busy sucking dick at a seedy nightclub, there are still FAR more girls looking to steal Ren's heart than Kasumi would like.
Two of them: Futaba and Kawakami, pose a particular threat. Thankfully, Kasumi has a plan to turn two birds into depraved lesbian sluts with one stone.
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Every Seito For Herself
Chapter Two
-by Drace Domino
Sometimes, a single trip to Mementos was all it took. That was all the Phantom Thieves needed to change the hearts of people that hadn’t been twisted beyond repair. That was all Kasumi needed to turn Ann into a depraved prostitute whore, sucking dick for yen in a back alley when she wasn’t performing lewd sex shows for the general public. And that was all Kasumi needed to ruin - or improve - two lives at once, depending on how you looked at it.
Her most recent foray into Mementos was a long one, but well worth the effort. While she was there, she managed to stumble across the shadow versions of two of her potential love rivals - two women that might possibly be in contention for stealing her beloved senpai’s heart. One of them, a devious little recluse that had already recovered from one mind-altering trip. The other, a puffed-up middle-aged bitch that had no business casting eyes on someone as young as Ren. Taking care of both of them at once wasn’t just a service to Kasumi’s own desires, but a positive shift for the entire city. Why, she was downright heroic that night!
She found Futaba first, who was kneeling in the shadows muttering fears that she might one day return to her old, hermit ways. It was easy enough to twist and torment her, with the redhead’s fingers passing down Futaba’s spine, gently whispering that her fears were indeed accurate. She was always at risk of the shame and misery of her old ways returning - just one bad public scene away from closing herself up in her room and never talking to anyone ever again. And why? Well, because she had no mother, of course! Oh, how Kasumi delighted in bringing up that fact, whispering it against Futaba’s ear, reinforcing the fact that all of her problems stemmed from the death of a woman many, many years ago. She had no mother, and with no mother, no stability.
“If only there was an older woman that would look out for you, Futaba…” Kasumi spoke with faux-concern to a faux-Futaba, musing with a thoughtful voice as her fingers continued to tease down the trembling shadow’s back. “Why, I’m sure you’d do anything to please her if it meant that she’d never, ever, ever leave you. You want a mommy that bad, don’t you?”
Futaba - in her shadow state and overwhelmed by quaking emotion reinforced by deep-seated trauma - did nothing but sob and whimper, but nodded her head amidst the violent trembling. With that, Kasumi knew her job was half done, and it was a brief trip through another layer of Mementos until she hit her second target.
Kawakami. The woman was standing in an open portion of the subway, draped in the maid costume that Kasumi so deeply despised. That alluring, sexy, lacy outfit that she knew had caught Ren’s eyes on more than one occasion, that old hag temptress! As soon as Kasumi saw Kawakami gazing ahead and murmuring to herself, the redhead felt a flare of anger that was only barely restrained. She’d almost punched the woman in the real world on multiple occasions when she’d bend from the waist and show off her lacy tights, giving sweet and innocent Ren a scandalous glance at her mature ass. Ohh, how Kasumi despised her! As she stood a few feet away from the old woman’s place, rage made her actively tremble - but she remained focused with her eyes narrow and her blood boiling, listening as intently as she could.
“...s...so tired...tired...just…” Kawakami opened her mouth and yawned, long and languid, before closing her lips again and blinking in rapid succession. “So sleepy, but...but can’t...can’t stop working...clean...make sure you show your panties...bend over for the perverts...c-clean...so...tired…”
Perverts?! Did this old hag just call beautiful, flawless, handsome Ren a pervert?! Kasumi’s eyes flashed with an almost uncontrollable fury, and she very nearly darted through Mementos to land a satisfying punch square against her jaw. Still...she held back, and she took a deep, steeling breath to calm her nerves. Kawakami might have been a slutty bitch that flashed her maid panties for money, but...she was useful to Kasumi, and the redhead knew it. With a small smile spreading across her lips, she strolled forward - stopping only when she was a few inches away from Kawakami.
“You know what you need?” She asked, lifting a brow. “A daughter. A daughter will help you relieve your stress. A daughter will help you take a load off. She can clean your house while you’re cleaning other people’s. She’ll cook for you. She’ll do your laundry.” With that, the smug Kasumi leaned in ever closer, bringing her lips to the edge of the older woman’s ear. “She’ll fuck you. You can use her like a horny bitch any time you want, tie her up, spit in her face, smack her...and all she’ll ever do is call you Mommy and love you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Kawakami’s eyes were glazed, but she had been listening the entire time Kasumi offered those honeyed, venomous words to her. Rocking gently back and forth on her uncomfortable maid shoes, her arms hanging limp at her sides and her gaze absently staring ahead, every last word was received, understood, and processed by the twisted fashion that Mementos operated by. When Kawakami’s lips twitched again, she didn’t speak so much of being tired. She had a new focus to keep her mind on.
“I...need a...need a daughter,” she whispered to herself, as if it were her own idea. She briefly bit down upon her bottom lip, before her tongue slithered out to cross them both in a smooth, fluid gesture. “A daughter to cook for me. To clean for me. To...fuck me.”
“That’s right, Kawakami,” Kasumi pressed with an evil smirk flashing across her lips. She slid a hand up and passed it down the other woman’s back in much the same manner she did to Futaba, though this time she grasped the bottom edge of Kawakami’s ruffled skirt, tugging at it gently so the entire garment felt all the more snug and uncomfortable. “Tomorrow night, come to Ren’s bedroom at the usual time. He won’t be there...but your new daughter will.”
“My...my new daughter…” Kawakami repeated the words with a hypnotized look in her eyes, her mouth hanging gently agape in the aftermath. Once more she trailed her tongue across her lips, as if simply envisioning what the flavor of her brand new daughter might be. “I’m...I’m looking forward to meeting her. To...hugging her. To raising her.”
Another pause, and when Kawakami spoke again Kasumi quite joyfully broke into twisted, demented laughter.
“...to fucking her.”
***
Playing with the thoughts of others in Mementos was easy, and making sure they realized their whorish destiny wasn’t all that much harder. In the morning, Kasumi did everything in her power to ensure that the rest of her plan went off without a hitch. Futaba didn’t go to school that day, and neither did Kawakami - ensuring that the redhead had the perfect opportunity to organize everything. If this worked out, not only Kawakami and Futaba get taken out of the picture, but Ren would absolutely want nothing to do with either of them.
“Senpaaaaaiiiii~” Kasumi slipped right into place beside Ren, looking as cute as possible. They were on their way home after school that afternoon, but before they could reach the subway, Kasumi flashed a few tickets in her hand. “Surprise, Senpai! I won a contest for a round of laser tag for three people! I thought you could take Ryuji and Yusuke! Won’t that be fun?!”
“Huh?” Her senpai didn’t talk much, but he didn’t need to in order to be a dreamboat. While the young man tilted his head and looked at the tickets, Ryuji practically appeared out of nowhere, hopping onto the scene and clapping his hands around Kasumi’s - and the tickets.
“Holy shit, really?!” He was so excited, so jovial, the perfect easy-to-fool puppy. “Hot damn, thanks, Kasumi! But do we really gotta take Yusuke? Makoto would probably be great at laser ta--”
“NO!” Kasumi barked quickly and ferociously, so much so that the two boys blinked in surprise. After a brief cough into her fist and a shy look, the redhead simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “N-No, I mean...well...I also somehow won another contest that gave three tickets to a spa, and we’re going to have a girl’s night out.”
It was an absurd lie, but who could blame her? She couldn’t dare have Ren going to laser tag with that...that hussy Makoto, or that poofy-haired tramp Haru! Thankfully, as beautiful and flawless as her senpai was, he wasn’t all that bright. Mere seconds after Kasumi explained why the girls couldn’t go, he was looking at Ryuji with a smile of equal enthusiasm, and the two were already in the process of texting Yusuke. Before long, Kasumi was seeing them off onto a totally different train than the one that went back home, and with a mischievous smile the redhead spun on a heel.
The stage was set. Ren’s bedroom would be free for the next few hours. It was the perfect place for Kasumi’s lewd and wicked plan to come to fruition...up until the point Ren returned home late, only to witness a most-unexpected pair fucking in his bed. With dreams of claiming her senpai for herself, Kasumi twirled around in place and gave a joyful, excited cheer before getting on the train headed to Cafe Leblanc’s district.
It was time to arrange an adoption.
***
Kasumi didn’t need to be in Ren’s bedroom that night. Well, she did, but that was only to smell his pillow and maybe go through his underwear drawer for a bit. She didn’t need to be there in order to watch what happened when Kawakami and Futaba met - thankfully, Futaba’s very own security system was enough to do that. The redhead was sitting out front of Cafe Leblanc, in between the coffee shop and the laundromat, her laptop open and her eyes watching the camera feed from within. That little nerd brat had a way of bugging all of them, and could’ve easily discovered just what Kasumi was up to. Now, that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore, and the proof of it was already there on screen. While Kasumi watched (and recorded) everything remotely, she had a pair of earbuds nestled inside, allowing her to pick up the conversation that was going on within.
So far? Things were moving perfectly.
“Will...will you be my new Mommy?” Futaba and Kawakami clearly hadn’t expected to see each other in Ren’s room, but there they were, standing face-to-face. The hacker’s hands were folded together in a pleading gesture with wide and desperate eyes, and Kawakami looked wearily desperate. “I’ll do anything you tell me too, Mommy, just...just don’t let me be all alone again!”
“Ohh, I’ll take good care of you,” Kawakami remarked with a smirk, all of it recorded on the remote camera and microphone. The teacher was, for once, not dressed like a French maid tramp while visiting Ren’s bedroom. Wearing a pair of thick jeans and her usual yellow blouse, she stepped up to Futaba and lifted up a hand, bracing her fingers just underneath the younger woman’s chin. Already Futaba was preening for attention, ravenous and hungry for even the slightest bit of praise for her would-be new mother, and it was obvious that she was going to have to earn it. “But only if you behave like a good girl, and suck my cunt.”
“...wow,” Kasumi blinked, murmuring to herself. “I knew this was going to work, but...wow, that was fast.”
While the twisted young woman observed, Futaba gave a joyful cheer to Kawakami, and from there the two moved with astonishing speed. Thanks to all of the mental manipulation that had been done in Mementos, neither Kawakami nor Futaba needed much convincing. For all the younger woman knew, Kawakami was there for the sole purpose of protecting her and giving her the fawning attention she so desperately needed. For all Kawakami knew, Futaba was there because she lived to be a loyal, doting, submissive daughter. It would’ve been downright romantic, if it wasn’t all because of the sadistic machinations of a yandere lunatic.
Bits of clothing from each girl was thrown aside, so quickly that Kasumi had to look back and forth across the alley, just to make sure nobody was peeking over her shoulder at the laptop’s screen. Futaba was rushed down to nothing more than her clunky boots, her shirt ripped from her flat-chested frame and her shorts yanked down to the point they were looped around a single ankle. Kawakami still wore her shirt as she stepped out of her jeans, but her hands were lifting, pressing to the sides of her supple chest so she could squish her breasts against the sides of Futaba’s face. Kasumi held a finger against one of the ear buds so she could hear more clearly, giggling the entire time.
“Do you like Mommy’s big tits, sweetie?” Kawakami cooed, just as she squeezed them to Futaba’s cheeks, even wiggling her head back and forth. “You get to play with them all day, every day from now on! When you’re not doing Mommy’s laundry or cooking for her, of course…”
“Mmm, they’re so big! So wonderful! Thank you, Mommy!” Futaba slid her hands up Kawakami’s shirt, fingers teasing over her flesh and racing for the other woman’s bra. Before long, the teacher’s breasts were left exposed but pinched between two layers of fabric - her shirt lifted to the point that it rested atop her tits, while her bra yanked down to rest at the bottom edge. Either way, those plump, warm mounds were left exposed and Futaba delighted in caressing them, brushing her cheeks back and forth and even moving to suckle at the older woman’s nipples. “Mmm...I love you, Mommy...I hope I can make you happy…”
“Aww, this is so sweet,” Kasumi murmured to herself, holding a hand to her chest and tilting her head. Her smile was sincere - if a bit sadistic - and soon she was chuckling to herself as she kept watching. “Now get it to the good stuff, you whores, I want to get plenty of proof before Ren gets back.”
The girls couldn’t hear Kasumi considering her distance, but they certainly behaved like they did. When Futaba looked up from in between Kawakami’s breasts, she was met with a warm and inviting kiss from the older woman, those dark locks brushing across the teenager’s cheeks from above. It was clear that their kiss was filled with emotion to the point that it didn’t even matter that it was manufactured in Mementos - their heads tilted as they ravenously made out, seemingly ignorant of everything strange about that moment. They two barely knew each other’s names, and yet here they were. Friends, lovers, mother and daughter. As they kissed with visible trails of one another’s tongue, Kawakami started to scoop her hands against Futaba’s perky, young rear, lifting her slightly while walking her towards the edge of the bed. Futaba herself was left gasping and groaning into the open air until she was suddenly flung down onto Ren’s mattress - pushed there by the dominant older woman that started to peel away what was left of her shirt and bra, smirking.
“Now, you little slut,” Kawakami firmly announced, and slapped her own round, thick ass before bracing a knee against the bed. “Let’s see how well you can eat Mommy’s pussy. Don’t worry if you don’t do a good job your first time - you’ll be practicing morning, noon, and night from now on!”
“Yes, Mommy! I’m a great student!” Futaba simply chirped in joyful enthusiasm as she laid flat and actively invited Kawakami to mount her face. The two wedged together quickly from there, with Kawakami raw with pleasure and excitement as she scrambled to press her entrance against the other girl’s waiting, hungry mouth. The camera position was perfect, with Futaba’s head perched on Ren’s pillow and Kawakami’s knees beside it, the older woman’s plump backside soon lowering itself down against Futaba’s flat chest. Already Kawakami’s hips were rolling back and forth and she was starting to fill the microphone with the sound of desperate moans, all as she ran her palms across her own naked frame, even up and over her tits as she called out her new daughter’s name.
“Ohh, Fubuki…” Such was the limit to which she and Futaba knew each other, she got the girl’s name completely wrong. Oh well - it wasn’t like Futaba cared, considering how enthusiastically she kept working. “You’re making Mommy sooooooooo wet...keep at it, honey. Keep at it, and Mommy’s gonna squirt all over your face!”
“...hrm,” Kasumi murmured to herself again from her vantage point outside, eyes narrowing as she watched the feed. Specifically, the plain white pillow where Futaba’s head was the only barrier between Ren’s scent and Kawakami’s juice. “Probably should’ve snuck in and smelled stuff earlier. Oh well.”
Futaba - or Fubuki, as it really didn’t matter at that point - was clearly all too happy to do anything Kawakami told her to. While the older woman rode her mouth, Futaba’s own nearly-naked body was left writhing on the sheets. Her hands took turns between rubbing across Kawakami’s body and her own, and on more than one occasion she reached for one of Kawakami’s hands to further cement their new relationship. When she was lucky, Kawakami would take her hand and give it a tiny kiss or a little squeeze...and when she didn’t, it was little more than a reminder that Futaba had to work harder if she wanted to stay on track to earn Mommy’s love.
And she did, more than anything, want Mommy’s love.
The slurping of a teenage tongue across a mature set of folds was so loud that Kasumi could hear it over the feed, at least when Kawakami wasn’t moaning like a madwoman. At certain points, the redhead could actively hear the teacher’s grunts and calls of desire not from the ear buds at all but from the second story window of Cafe Leblanc, and each time she did Kasumi giggled to herself all the more readily. This was working perfectly, and even if Ren and the boys didn’t come back until two hours from now, they were sure to find this shameful display still in action.
Kasumi once more gazed from side to side in the alley, nibbling her bottom lip as she did so. Watching the two go at it was exciting, but...nowhere near as exciting as the thoughts of what Ren would think of them when he saw all this. Why, he might even fall into Kasumi’s arms, crying and in desperate need of love and attention! It was so intense a wave of sensation that Kasumi found herself with a new decision to make - sneak into Cafe Leblanc and sit downstairs in a booth, or try to risk masturbating right there in the alley.
Ultimately, she opted for the latter, because there was no way she was missing a second of this.
Thankfully, the alley mostly wasn’t busy that night, and Kasumi had no problem sneaking a subtle hand below the laptop and into the front of her skirt, straight down below her panties. As her eyes remained transfixed on Kawakami riding Futaba’s nerdy face, Kasumi was left teasing herself with one finger, and then a second, and then a nudge of her thumb to her sensitive bud. She was almost envious of them, considering how much fun it looked like they were having, but...such pleasures were below her. The only person that’d ever get to see Kasumi’s precious flower was her beloved senpai - a testament to their undying love for one another. Love that would intensify that very night. Love that intensified every day Kasumi woke up from bed and thought of a new way to take a slut out of the picture.
She was such a good girlfriend, wasn’t she? Wasn’t she?!
“F...Fubuki, Mommy’s...Mommy’s going to cum soon!” The sound of Kawakami’s moan was enough to snap Kasumi out of her brief distraction, forcing her eyes upon the scene anew while she kept teasing herself. “Make Mommy cum hard, and she just might let you stay up late to do it to her!”
The promise clearly meant the world to Futaba, who redoubled her efforts as soon as it was made. She even stopped fondling herself so she could hook her arms around Kawakami’s thighs, pulling the older woman down atop her even more recklessly, burying her face between the other’s folds. With Kawakami’s bush resting against her nose and Futaba’s glasses truly fogged up at that point, the nerd pushed all of her focus forward, suckling at soaked folds and curling her inexperienced tongue, desperately trying to push her new lover to the brink. Neither one of them had even dreamt of being with another woman until that evening, but the taint that Mementos had left on them was rich, dense, sticky, and downright impossible to resist.
Kawakami fell into a sudden, spasming climax, her hands dropping to pull at Futaba’s hair throughout it all. She stretched her head back and moaned like a depraved whore into the open air, bucking her hips forward again and again while she smeared her soaked slit across the young woman’s mouth. It was an intense, juicy climax like none other that she’d ever experienced, with a squirting peak that left Ren’s pillow soaked and Futaba’s hair matted against her forehead. The entire time she bucked and shivered Kasumi was doing very much the same, with two fingers hooked inside of her pussy and her hips lifting up and down. She was precariously balancing her laptop with one arm while gazing from side to side before looking back at the screen, absolutely fascinated and excited - not so much for the fact that she found the two women sexy, but that knowing they weren’t a threat anymore satisfied the twisted young woman to her very core.
Kawakami’s moans filled the air, both from the ear buds and the distant window, and when she finally came down from her peak she doubled over on her hands and knees, breathing heavy and desperately. She was still mounting Futaba’s face and didn’t seem in any particular hurry to shuffle away from her - in fact, she even swung her hips in a slow and languid pace from side to side, just to drag her juicy nethers across the teenager’s face a few more times for good measure. When she finally peeled herself away, she slipped a hand into Futaba’s hair to slowly pull her up, first closing the distance between them and giving the girl a lewd, wet, open-mouth kiss with her own squirt flavoring both of their tongues.
Kasumi’s eyes widened as she witnessed it, nibbling her bottom lip and musing to herself. Even if their relationship was twisted, it was clear the pair adored each other. Manipulated emotions were just as real as genuine ones, after all, and the two women that were making out on Ren’s bed were clearly, objectively, undeniably in love. In a certain light, Kasumi could be seen as a matchmaker, but even as she watched Kawakami begin to kiss down Futaba’s throat and over her small, flat chest, the redhead couldn’t help but wonder - would Ren ever kiss her like that? Would her beloved and super cool senpai ever notice what a perfect fit they were?
Kasumi didn’t dwell on the worries for longer than she had to - after all, she was smart enough to know that there was still work to do. Ren was so great that every bitch in school had eyes on him, and it took his dutiful and loyal seito to weed out the trash until only his true love remained. To that end, Kasumi kept the corner of her vision on the alley leading to Cafe Leblanc, fully expecting Ren to return sooner or later...and when he did? She’d be another glorious step closer.
The next few hours went almost exactly as Kasumi planned. Futaba and Kawakami were going at it like mad, calling each other Mommy and Fubuki as they fucked again and again and again. Futaba didn’t seem to care enough about her old name to correct the older woman as she pinned her to the bed and grinded against her until they peaked, and even if she corrected her, it was doubtful that Kawakami would even register it. In just two short hours, they put on a performance of what two women could do together, and through it all Kasumi watched with her earbuds in place and her fingers petting her folds, continuing to collect the glistening nectar building against her panties.
“Mommy...I love you, Mommy…”
“Sweetie, I’ll protect you...but when we go home you have to do my laundry…”
“Anything, Mommy! Moooommmy, your fist is so big!”
“Oh Honey, your tongue is so deep inside! Mmm, do you know how to cook?”
As they shifted positions again and again, it was quite clear just what the two women would be gaining from their relationship. Futaba would finally get the stability she craved and the resolution to her incredibly deep-seated mother issues. Kawakami would get to satisfy her own urges to take care of people younger than her - all while having a live-in servant that would wait on her hand and foot when she wasn’t working. It was a real love connection, as they were so eager to whisper against each other, from sixty-nining in the center of Ren’s bed to Futaba bracing herself on her hands and knees on the boy’s desk while Kawakami tested how many fingers she could sneak inside of her new redheaded pet.
The two went at it wild and wet and tirelessly, so much so that Kasumi once again found herself wishing she had decided to hide in Ren’s bedroom. The smell behind that door was likely impossible to describe - a blend of heated sweat and lust, an aroma of squirt squeezed from two eager, depraved pussies. They were both red-faced and glistening, and Kasumi had been in enough ballet performances to tell a hot room when she saw one, a room heated purely from exertion and effort and tense, taut bodies giving it their all.
“Mmm...that’s it, you sluts,” Kasumi whispered to herself, just as she watched Futaba begin to give Kawakami yet another rimjob. Her third that night. “You two whores got off lucky, but if I ever see you look at my senpai agai---Senpai, hello!”
She was distracted by a noise at the end of the alleyway, only to see that Ren had finally returned from laser tag. His school uniform was looking a little scuffed and was sporting a bandage on his cheek - rough and tumble badges of honor from his playtime with the boys. Kasumi worked as quickly as she could to cover up what she was doing, slamming closed the laptop as she snuck her hand out of her skirt, thankful that she had the foresight to be sitting a fair distance away from the alley’s entrance. As she scurried over to meet Ren, she tucked her masturbation hand behind her back and did her best to dry it off on the back of her shirt, wringing them into the garment to collect the copious juice.
“Kasumi?” Ren tilted his head, looking as dashing and flawless as ever, gazing at the young woman with a curious look. Still quiet in tone, he offered her a concerned voice upon seeing her out so late near the cafe. “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yes! Yes, I’m fine, Senpai. Gosh, that’s so sweet of you~” Kasumi gently paused, stopping herself from swooning just long enough to remember her plan. “Uh...during the last Phantom Thieves meeting, I must have forgotten my purse in your bedroom! I know it’s late, but...could I come upstairs with you and get it?”
“Of course,” Ren was trusting, kind, and without any doubt of the girl’s sincerity. He even stretched out a hand and put it on Kasumi’s shoulder, which was nearly enough to make the redhead shake in another tense climax. She managed to hold herself together for now - but couldn’t make any promises about what would happen once Ren saw what was going on upstairs.
While the two headed the rest of the short distance to Cafe Leblanc, Kasumi was more than happy to make small talk with her senpai. She asked if he enjoyed laser tag, inquired about who won, and then naturally boasted about how she had no doubts that his team would win considering how great and perfect and good at lasers he was. Fawning, adoring, downright worshipping the young man with every step, Kasumi lost herself so completely in her seito duties that she almost forgot about the surprise that was waiting upstairs.
Almost. As the door to Cafe Leblanc opened and they stepped inside, she was immediately confronted with a thrilling reminder in the form of Kawakami and Futaba’s moans from upstairs. Wet, hot, lewd, and undeniable. The scent of their depraved fucking had carried down into the main part of the cafe, so dense and thick that Sojiro would likely wonder what the hell happened last night. And while Ren was still scrunching up his nose and trying to figure out what was going on, Futaba’s voice filled the cafe from above - screaming like a whore without a single trace of shame.
“Mooommy, Mommy, you’re gonna make me cum agaaaaaain!”
Kasumi offered the most innocent look she could possibly muster, even as Ren - concerned about what was going on - looped an arm around her waist in a protective fashion. As the two started to head upstairs, Kasumi almost struggled with the steps thanks to shaking knees and a rapidly racing heart.
Two more sluts down, and Ren’s arm around her waist? She was the luckiest seito in the world.
End of Chapter Two.
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