Sota chuckled as he looked through his old yearbook from high school. Whatever had made all of the girls big had retroactively changed the pictures, and it was funny seeing Kaoru and Ayano hunched over, trying to fit into the frame of their individual class photos. Sota briefly wondered if the enormous girls had special desks to accommodate them too, and got his answer as he saw a picture of one of the classrooms on the next page, with Shizuku sitting at a massive dining-table-sized desk in the back corner.

“What are you looking at?” the girl in question asked him, stopping to peer over the back of the massive volleyball player sized couch.

“Just some old yearbook photos,” he said, showing her. “It’s weird how far away high school seems now.”

“I don’t really like to think about it,” Shizuku sniffed dismissively, walking away.

Sota frowned, watching his ex-girlfriend go before turning back to the yearbook.

…

Shizuku huffed, panting as she ran laps around the gym behind the other girls. After having spent most of the year without doing any athletics, she was struggling to get back into shape. If not for the team’s already low headcount, Sota would have probably asked her to simply pick the sport up again next year, after a few months of conditioning.

That’s not true, he thought to himself with a smirk, you have a soft spot for her and would have let her back in no matter what…

“Okay, good hustle everyone,” he called, clapping his hands and calling the girls in to dismiss them from practice.

He felt the slight trembling of the floor as Shizuku walked up behind him, “Uh, h-hey, Sota,” she stammered, “I’ve been thinking, and…I think I’m going to quit the volleyball team again.”

Sota’s eyes widened, “What!? But you’re just getting back into shape, you haven’t even had your first match yet!”

Shizuku shifted uneasily, glancing at the other girls and waiting until the last, Julia, had wandered into the locker room to change.

“It’s just that I don’t think I’m really good enough to compete at this level,” she muttered, looking down at her sweat soaked t-shirt.

“Yeah, you are,” Sota insisted, “you were one of the best center row players back when you were on the team in high school with Kaoru, I’m not even sure why you quit in the first place!”

“I quit because I couldn’t handle being around you anymore after we broke up,” Shizuku scowled, “you were always around the volleyball team in high school because of your sister, and now you’re coaching volleyball? When did that happen, Sota? The last I heard you were working at a restaurant, then suddenly you’re running your own sports team?”

“Hey,” Sota said, a little defensively, “it wasn’t exactly my plan, I started doing it because the girls needed someone to run their dorm and they couldn’t afford to pay much, it was more of a favor for Kaoru than anything!”

“And then you just accidentally became the team’s community cock and their coach,” Shizuku scowled, “yeah, that sounds really plausible Sota!” She sniffed angrily, looking away, “you probably weren’t ever the kind of guy who really cares about a girl, huh? You just want this… this harem! ”

Sota sighed, “Look, it happened how it happened, I didn’t start out trying to meet a bunch of girls, this was just a favor for my sister at first!”

“And your sister,” Shizuku scowled, “it always comes back to her, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean by that!?” Sota said angrily.

“Everyone knows you’re in love with-“

“Hey,” Kaoru called, walking out of the locker room, her hair still wet from the shower, “Is everything okay over there?”

“We’re good,” Shizuku sighed, watching the other amazon walk away.

“So, what’s the real problem?” Sota said, looking up at her and crossing his arms.

“I just feel like you never gave me a real chance,” Shizuku muttered, “I know high school relationships usually aren’t that serious, but even back then you were so concerned with other stuff that we never got to know each other well. Now you’re a big-shot volleyball coach with a dozen girls all trying to get your attention, even if I’m on the volleyball team.” She looked him in the eyes, “I want a real date, I don’t want any other girls coming along, and I don’t want to hear about what your sister is doing!”

“Fine,” Sota agreed, “I think it’s for the best that we settle our old relationship, I’ll take you out this Friday, sound good?”

“That would be lovely,” Shizuku said with a pleased smirk.

…

Sota slowly fixed the knot of his tie, looking at himself in the mirror to check for cowlicks in his hair, creases in his suit, or anything else that looked out of place.

She always liked it when I dressed up, he thought, nodding in approval. He made his way out into the dorm hallway, and he didn’t make it far before his appearance attracted attention.

“Looking sharp, Sota,” Kaoru said, smiling down at him. “Taking Sanae out tonight?”

“I’m taking Shizuku out actually,” he said, trying to sound casual.

Kaoru froze, “Seriously Sota?” she asked disapprovingly, “Isn’t that girl a little possessive for you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked indignantly.

Kaoru bit her lip, “Well to put it nicely, you go on dates with a lot of girls.”

“Yeah, as friends,” Sota retorted.

“Wiiiith benefits!” Sakura called as she came around the corner, “I heard our boy is adding another girl to his harem?”

“I don’t have a harem!” Sota almost shouted.

“No, you just have a bunch of girls around you all the time,” Kaoru smirked.

“And you just happen to be romantically involved with us all!” Sakura finished with her own grin.

“Oh…huh,” Sota muttered, “That does sound harem-ish.”

“Harem-ish,” Kaoru chuckled. “Have fun.”

Sota rolled his eyes, walking past the two towering Amazons towards the front entrance of the dorm. His breath caught slightly as he pushed it open, revealing Shizuku waiting for him in a long red dress. She turned towards him, smiling sweetly as she gazed down at him from her fourteen-foot height. She was stunning, the crimson fabric clung to her easily, accentuating her round hips and wide thighs in a pleasing way that left Sota’s mouth dry. The top was also low-cut enough that Sota could spot Shizuku’s impressive cleavage, even if she towered over him by a solid nine feet in height.

“Do you like the dress?” Shizuku giggled, observing his reaction.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, “Why didn’t you ever wear anything like that when we were in high school!?”

She chuckled as he scurried to her side, “I didn’t own anything like this back then, people change a lot in their first few years out of their parent’s houses, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sota chuckled, glancing back at the dorm. He scowled as he saw faces in most of the front windows, the girls idly observing him with varying expressions as they walked away.

“So, where are we going, Darling?” Shizuku purred, her hand coming down and slowly pushing Sota closer to her thigh.

Sota felt the warmth of her leg through the red dress as her hand pressed him into it, “There’s a nice steakhouse downtown,” he managed, feeling his heartbeat pick up, “and we could shop at some of the more upscale stores?”

“I guess we’ll have to see if anyone carries anything in my size,” Shizuku said, releasing him as she started to walk towards the edge of campus. Sota stumbled, red faced, after her.

…

Sota looked up at his towering date, seated on top of a massive cushion instead of a chair as he had become used to seeing for the towering girls of the volleyball team.

“I’d like to get a ribeye,” Shizuku muttered, “but one big enough for me would be a little much from a place like this.”

“Just get it,” Sota insisted, “I’m paying anyways!”

“All right,” Shizuku said with a small smile, “I guess it’s not like we go to a place like this every day, right?” She giggled a moment, “Have you taken any of the other girls out any place like this?”

Sota hesitated, “No,” he admitted finally, “most of them wouldn’t like it as much as you would. Sanae likes to eat a lot on her cheat days, Ayano likes foods like sausages, popsicles, and… anything else with a certain shape I guess, and Julia would prefer a greasy cheeseburger over a pricey steak.”

“You really know the food preferences of every single girl in the dorm,” Shizuku said quietly, “and here I thought you just bounced from one to the other as soon as you got bored.”

Sota frowned, but forced himself to respond calmly, “I’ve been living with the girls so long that I like to think I’ve gotten to know them all pretty well, we’re friends before anything else.” He leaned back in his chair a moment, “Shizuku, if things back at the dorm bother you so much, why are you coming after me so hard? You broke up with me, remember? You’re not the kind of girl that’s going to have problems finding a boyfriend.”

She blushed. “You’re sweet to say that,” she muttered, “but guys like you are kind of hard to come by.” Shizuku gently placed her larger hand over Sota’s hand at the table, swallowing his within her massive palm as her fingers delicately wrapped around his.

Sota frowned, “Guys like me? I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t even get into university Shizuku, I’m lucky I graduated high school!”

“That’s only because you didn’t care about it!” Shizuku growled, “Sota, you accomplish everything you try to do, all it takes is the desire to succeed at something, and you do!”

Sota laughed dismissively, “I think you’re being a little-“

“You’re hands down the best cook I know,” she said flatly. “If you ever had the money for culinary school, I don’t know what they could even teach you that you wouldn’t already be able to do better than everyone else there. And now you’re coaching volleyball? You’ve taken a backwater school’s program from the bottom of the rankings up into the national spotlight.”

“That’s because the girls on the team are good,” he protested, “not because of me!”

“They’re good because you’re the coach,” Shizuku said in exasperation, leaning forward and getting within inches of Sota’s face (and giving him an impressive view of her cleavage in the process). “Ayano, Kaoru, my cousins, me, we were all good players back in high school, the best in our school leagues even, but none of us were being scouted by big schools.” She reached for her drink, taking a quick sip, “You know Ayano and your sister were both offered full scholarships to Nihon University, down in Tokyo?”

Sota’s eyes went wide, “No, I figured someone might try to poach some of the players eventually, but-“

“They didn’t even finish reading the letters,” Shizuku said, “they tossed them straight in the recycling bin. There isn’t a single girl on this team interested in going anywhere else, it’s like they’re soldiers and you’re their general or something…”

“Their general,” Sota said in a low voice. He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, “I guess you might say I’ve got a little of Napoleon in me.”

“The height certainly fits,” Shizuku giggled.

“Hey!” Sota cried indignantly.

“It’s funny how that’s still a sore spot after all these years,” Shizuku said softly, “ that’s part of why you’re so popular too, you know? You’re cute, Sota.”

“Guys don’t want to be cute ,” Sota groused, but he let a little bit of a smile creep back onto his face.

“Too damn bad,” Shizuku chuckled, watching as the waiter approached to take their orders.

…

The boutique shops downtown were nearly ready to close by the time the pair were ready to do some shopping, but they managed to find one high-end store for lingerie and dresses that seemed to have clothing sized for the towering volleyball player.

“What do you think of this?” Shizuku asked, holding up a skimpy nighty with a sheer fabric over the stomach.

“I like it,” Sota said, grinning at the thought.

“I don’t know,” Shizuku muttered, her eyes trailing down over the stomach of the outfit, “I think it might be for a girl that’s a little more… slender.”

“What!?” Sota exclaimed, “hey, I’d love to see you in something like that!”

“I’d feel silly,” Shizuku muttered, “I don’t have my physique back yet, and even back in high school I wasn’t exactly a thin girl, you know?”

“No,” Sota shrugged, “but you were a pretty girl, so what’s it matter?” Shizuku frowned, looking at the outfit, until Sota sighed, “Buy it for yourself or I’m buying it for you, either way I want to see you in it later!”

“O-Okay,” she stammered, eagerly racing to the front of the store with the nighty in hand. Sota followed her, watching the way her hips swayed, hips that were above eye level for him…

I wonder if she’ll get aggressive with me again tonight, he thought to himself with a chuckle. While Shizuku never went as far as Kyouka’s S&M games or Ayano’s blind lust, she was a girl who tended to take the lead, and even before all the girls had become towering amazons, she’d always loved riding his face.

Once Shizuku had finished buying the outfit, the pair of them walked outside, enjoying the slightly crisp evening air. The rest of the shops were closing down, and Sota followed the towering girl down the street as the lights along it dimmed.

“I’m not really ready to go back yet,” Shizuku said. “Do you want to go for a walk through the park?”

“That sounds nice,” Sota said, following behind her once again. “I’ve been wondering…” he paused, not sure whether he wanted to bring it up, but from the way she looked at him he knew he’d already tipped her off.

“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I… just wanted to ask,” he started slowly, “why did you break up with me back in high school? We always had a good time together, at least I did.”

“A lot of reasons,” she muttered, stopping by a park lantern that was level with her head just as the light clicked on. She looked up at the darkening sky with a scowl, “I enjoyed our time together too, but I was never the girl you were most focused on. I always wondered if you’d come to the volleyball matches for me, or for your sister, or maybe for Ayano those times we played against her?” She chuckled at his surprised expression. “Yes, I knew you had a thing for her even way back then.”

“She doesn’t feel the same way,” Sota said with a blush, momentarily breaking eye contact.

“I realized pretty quickly that I wasn’t the type of girl you wanted, just the type of girl you had, ” she said bitterly, looking down at her stomach, slowly placing a hand on her belly in self-observation.

“I can like multiple types of girls,” Sota protested, “and if I didn’t think you were a beautiful girl, I wouldn’t have gone out with you in the first place!”

“I don’t know,” Shizuku sighed, “sometimes I wonder, if your sister hadn’t been on the volleyball team, would you have ever come to a single match?”

Sota blinked, “I would have come to the volleyball matches even if you were the only girl I knew on the team!”

“I wish I could believe that,” Shizuku said bitterly. “You might have been at every one of my games, but I don’t know if you ever watched me.”

Sota sighed, “The match against Hakodate Premier Academy.”

Shizuku froze, “W-What about it?”

“It was your best match,” he said with a small smile, nostalgia carrying him away as he remembered it. “I don’t know what it was about you that day, but you were in the best form you were ever in, every time the ball came to you, you sent it back harder, it was like you were seeing things in slow motion or something.” He chuckled, “Since I’m a coach now, I guess I have a professional opinion on these things… Kaoru always calls herself the Ace, but you were more than just the Ace that day, you were the whole damn deck.”

He actually remembers? Shizuku thought in subdued surprise. He actually recalls the games back then to notice every little detail like that? Even after all this time?

Shizuku blinked, suddenly realizing a tear had streamed down her cheek. She giggled, wiping it away before Sota could see, then sighed.

“I guess maybe I was just too jealous after all,” she murmured, “since I never said it back then, thanks for coming to the matches…”

“Anytime,” Sota said with a smile.

The pair walked through the park, enjoying each other’s company as the light fully dimmed for the evening, transcending into night.

As they came into the center of the park Sota heard the sound of music being played from a set of portable speakers. He frowned as he saw a trio of girls lounging around the park’s gazebo, occasionally bobbing their heads in time to the aggressive beat of the music. It wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary, except that like the girls of the sports teams these three were towering amazons too, ranging from twelve to fourteen feet as they leaned against the size of the normal sized wooden structure, sipping from cans that looked far too small for their hands.

Odd to see a girl gang openly drinking beer in public like this, Sota thought, feeling himself grow nervous. Then again, if this is a world where girl’s athletes are huge, maybe the police are less eager to chase them out of parks…

“Hey, you two,” the one in the middle called, crumpling her can and tossing it over her shoulder, “you can’t come through here without paying a toll!”

“It’s a public park,” Shizuku said dismissively as the girls walked towards them.

“You and the tiny guy are both dressed to the nines,” another girl chuckled, moving to surround them. “If you look that nice, you can obviously spare a little something for three needy girls like us?”

“Just leave us alone,” Shizuku growled, pulling Sota closer to her.

“What’s in the bag?” the third girl asked, grabbing it from Shizuku before she could react.

“Stop-“ Shizuku protested, but it was too late, the girl was already pulling out the sheer negligee outfit out, her eyes bulging with surprise.

“Wow, I guess we know what they were gonna do after this!” the lead girl laughed.

“Can you imagine a whale like her wearing something like this?” the girl with the outfit chuckled.

Shizuku went red faced, looking down, tears forming on the corners of her eyes, “C-Come on Sota, let’s just go.”

Sota scowled, suddenly forgetting that the girls were nearly three times his height. With a defiant look on his face, he marched up to the trio, getting their attention as their laughter died.

“Hey!” he shouted angrily, “That is what a woman looks like,” he said, pointing back at Shizuku, “and yeah, I was looking forward to seeing her in that outfit, so give it back and we’ll be on our way!”

“Aw, the little boy wants to defend the heifer?” The girl giggled, putting her hands on her knees as she looked down at Sota condescendingly.

“At least she’s got a date,” Sota said with a smirk, “she’s not a loser drinking shoplifted beer in the park on a Friday night!”

Sota had a split second to regret his words before the girl stood up, “Fuck you!” she snapped, kicking him hard in the chest. Sota grunted, the wind knocked out of him as he tumbled across the ground. Sota groaned, putting a hand to his face. He grimaced as he realized his nose was bleeding.

“SOTA!” Shizuku cried.

He was dimly aware of the red blur of Shizuku’s dress as she stormed by him, a fury in her eyes like he’d never seen. The girl that had kicked him squared up to fight, but Shizuku was a bigger girl in several senses, and the uppercut knocked the Amazonian hoodlum off her feet, sending her half empty can of beer rolling across the pavement, the foul amber liquid glugging across the ground as it went.

“Oh shit,” one of the other girls muttered, “H-Hey, you better not-“

Shizuku turned, grabbing the girl that had spoken and gripping her upper arm. Sota’s eyes went wide as he saw Shizuku lift the girl over her head, tossing her into her fleeing accomplice with a shout.

“A-Anyone else want some!?” Shizuku asked, panting from the exertion as she looked at the three sprawled and groaning girls.

“I think you’ve got them,” Sota whispered, stunned.

Shizuku sniffed angrily, bending over to pick up her outfit and the bag it had come in. She kicked the lead girl one last time in the ribs, garnering a quick moan as she walked back to Sota.

“Your face!” Shizuku squeaked, bending down to look at him.

“It’s fine, it’s just a little nosebleed,” Sota chuckled, “it’s not even the worst injury I’ve gotten in a fight, let’s just go home!”

“No,” Shizuku declared, “I’m taking you to get cleaned up right now!”

Sota grunted in surprise as he was lifted bodily and tossed over the towering girl’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He thought about protesting, or trying to wiggle out of her grip, but decided against it, going limp in her arms and letting his hands sway below him with her footsteps.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, her voice softening, “those girls are…well, they’re a lot bigger than you!”

“It’s what a gentleman is supposed to do.”

Tossed over her shoulder, Sota couldn’t see it, but Shizuku smiled as her tears changed from ones of sadness to those of joy.

You damn sweet talker, you , she thought as she carried him.

…

“A real hotel huh?” Sota asked, looking around the room, “and here I thought you’d drag me to a love motel again…”

“I thought about it,” she said, dabbing a damp cloth over his face, “but it’s late, I’d rather sleep here than go back.”

“Fair enough,” Sota said with a smile.

When she was satisfied that Sota’s injuries were tended to, Shizuku stood up to her full height, or nearly her full height, the room was just slightly too small for her to stand all the way up. Still, she was an impressive figure, an angel that had saved him from the delinquents.

“Wait here,” she said in a sultry tone, walking towards the restroom.

He lay back against the massive bed, enjoying the upsized furniture in the hotel’s room for “bigger” girls. While the volleyball team often had to go through doors bent over, or even on their hands and knees, there were always a few establishments that seemed to have things in their size.

He heard the click of the restroom door open, and his mind went blank as he saw Shizuku walk out in the same tantalizing outfit she’d picked out at the store, and the wonderfully sheer fabric let him see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She slowly walked across the room, her hips swaying slightly, stopping when she was looming over him.

“Strip,” she ordered, fighting a giggle as his hands flashed across his outfit, undoing buttons and ties with lightning speed. “Good,” she murmured, watching the last of his clothing, his boxers, fly off, leaving him naked before her.

Her hand came out, her massive palm making contact with Sota’s chest and gently, but forcefully, pushing him down to the mattress. The bed creaked as she climbed over him, giving him a spectacular view of her immense body. She paused for a moment, smirking at his dreamy expression, before continuing up his torso, planting one knee on either side of his head. The fuzzy frill of the sheer outfit drifted down, tickling his face slightly as he looked up at her wet sex.

“I always loved this,” she groaned, driving herself down on him.

Sota felt the massive weight of the enormous volleyball player on his face as she sat up, grinding her womanhood over his nose and mouth to position him. The only thing saving him was the bed as the heat from her body became sweltering and smothering. The wetness from her sex dribbled down his face as he lapped eagerly at her pussy, causing her to shiver and moan overhead. Her thighs closed on him, almost like a vice as she doubled over, reaching for his erection with her free hand.

“K-Keep going!” she stammered, beginning to stroke him as his tongue worked its way through her sensitive folds.

Can’t… breathe…

Sota fought for air, struggling to bring Shizuku to orgasm before he passed out. Her taste was on his lips now, and he reached up, gripping her thighs as if he could hope to pry them apart. There was a long gasp overhead, leaving Sota with a musky coating of Shizuku’s juices as her spine went rigid and her efforts to stroke up and down his shaft came to a halt.

“Ahh,” she gave a low squeaking moan, barely a sound at all. She went tense, enjoying the final licking motions of Sota’s tongue before shakily rolling off of him. She couldn’t help but laugh as he sat upright, gasping for breath.

“Okay,” she said with a grin, “ready for the main event?”

“Always,” Sota grinned, starting to turn over.

“Nope,” she said, easily pushing him back down, “You’re staying on bottom.”

“But-“

“It’s better when I’m on top,” Shizuku said matter-of-factly.

She didn’t give him time to argue, bringing her impressive hips down onto his, sliding his length into her with one quick thrust that left Sota seeing stars. Her chest was just above his head as she wrapped her arms around him, getting better leverage to drive herself against his much smaller form, and her watermelon sized breasts were soon pressed against his face.

“Just bury yourself in there,” she grunted, driving him into the mattress, “that’s what you’ve always loved, Sota, a big pair of tits!”

She’s got my number, Sota thought in a haze.

He quickly found himself gasping for air again as her chest swallowed his face up, darkening his world and bringing the familiar warmth of her body heat. This time it was accompanied by the continuous onslaught of pleasure as she brought herself against him again and again, each up and down thrust causing him to spasm weakly in her iron grip.

She’s really going to knock me out this time, he thought blissfully, and is that so bad?

With the warm breasts enveloping his head and his orgasm rapidly approaching, Sota didn’t think it was such a bad place to leave the evening. The pounding motion of his Amazonian lover was growing muffled, even as the fire between his legs built, and when he came, he didn’t find himself screaming out in pleasure as usual, but simply smiling as consciousness left him.

“That was great,” Shizuku panted, sitting up as she felt the final spray of Sota’s seed spray inside of her. “I told you it would be better if I was on top!” she grinned, leaning back and ready to take in his worshipful face. She frowned as she realized he wasn’t agreeing with her, “Sota?” Shizuku looked down, seeing the unconscious coach, a goofy grin on his dreaming face. “SOTA!?”

Shizuku leapt up, tapping the side of his cheek, panicking. She quickly grabbed her phone from the nightstand, wondering if she should call for an ambulance.

“What would I even say?” she wondered, looking down at him, “it was an accident? He smothered in my tits?” She scowled, “that’s exactly how he’d want to die too…”  She gritted her teeth, leaning over him again, “Sota, if you’re alive, you really need to wake up right now!”

“Hmm?” Sota mumbled, his eyes fluttering open.

Shizuku released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in, “N-Nothing,” she muttered, “you uh, you fell asleep.”

Sota frowned, “that’s not what I remember, I remember you were on top, and your tits were pressing into my face-“

“Hey, why don’t I make you a drink from the minibar!?” Shizuku said awkwardly, standing up.

Sota just chuckled as she opened one of the mini liquor bottles with a forced smile on her face. She placed the drink in his hand, snuggling up next to him on the bed as the pair relaxed for a moment.

“You know, they’d have made you declare your boobs a deadly weapon,” Sota remarked.

Shizuku just glared at him. “If you keep it up, maybe they will be!”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Sota chuckled.

Shizuku blushed, then slowly joined him in laughing over his near demise.

…

Shizuku and Sota walked together through the campus grounds. This early on a Saturday morning it was all but deserted, and they were mostly alone as they headed home together.

“So, do you think you got a fair shot at me?” Sota asked with a smile.

“I think that I feel better about high school now,” Shizuku said softly. “I know it’s dumb, but it really does make me feel better knowing that you did care about me when we were dating.”

“I still do,” Sota said with a smile, “a guy’s first girlfriend always has a special place in his heart.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “maybe we just didn’t quite click back then…” She stopped, turning to face him and grinning as she knelt down, “I know that I can’t expect to have you all to myself anymore, and maybe I won’t be your favorite girl, but I’d like to stay on the volleyball team and stay your friend.”

“Yeah…I’d like that too,” Sota nodded.

“With benefits,” Shizuku added with a smirk before planting a quick smooch on his lips and standing upright once more.

Sota raised an eyebrow, “Uh, sure…okay.”

“What? It's not like you don’t have the same deal with every other girl on this team,” Shizuku said as they reached the dorm’s massive doorway.

“I know, but I never figured you would go for it,” Sota replied.

“The fact that you’re a good cook helps,” Shizuku joked.

The pair hadn’t gotten too far into the dormitory when Kaoru spotted them from the kitchen. She’d been eating cereal at the dining table, and her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when she saw Sota’s bruised face.

“SHIZUKU!” Kaoru roared, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER!?” she leapt across the room, falling to her knees and clutching Sota’s face in a way that made him wince.

“I didn’t do it!” Shizuku protested. “It’s a long story!”

“This is too rough, whatever degenerate S&M stuff you two were getting up to last night, it stops now!”

Ayano’s door opened, “Did someone say degenerate S&M stuff!?” she asked excitedly with stars in her eyes.

Kyouka yawned as she stepped out of her own room, glancing down at Sota’s face, “That’s what the safe word is for Sota,” she grumbled, walking like a zombie towards the refrigerator.

“Shizuku didn’t hit me!” Sota protested, trying to force his giant sister off of him.

“Oh, so you two hired a third to play with you?” Ayano giggled. “That’s so naughty! Was it a woman? Or another man?” she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“This conversation is over!” Sota shouted.

“Sota, if you’re experimenting with that, it’s okay,” Kaoru said, “We’ll love you anyway, but-“

“I’m making breakfast!” Sota shouted. “Anyone who asks me any more about my face won’t get any!”

The girls went silent, except for Shizuku, who covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. With a sigh Sota smiled, walking into the kitchen.

Maybe I’m their general after all, he thought with some satisfaction as he turned on the stove’s burner.