Chapter 141: Mei’s Needs vs. Rina’s Emergency…

The walk home with Mia was quiet and comfortable in the way that came from familiarity. She chattered about her day, complained about a test in English class, and made plans for the weekend that Akira half-listened to while his mind raced with everything else.

Ayame’s attack on Rina. The painting becoming a beacon. The festival approaching in four days. Rina needing to feed tonight. The juggling act that was his life threatening to collapse at any moment.

“Akira? Are you even listening?”

He blinked, focusing on Mia. “Sorry, what?”

She sighed, exasperated but fond. “I said, did you finish getting the materials for the cosplay café costumes? The committee keeps asking me and I told you to help out”

“Oh. Yeah, I picked everything up yesterday. Fabric, accessories, all of it.” He’d completely forgotten about that in the chaos. “I need to get them sewn though. None of us know how to use a sewing machine.”

“My mom has always been the one handling it for me.” Mia frowned thoughtfully. “But now that I’m not home… well, that’s why I have Mei-san. She’s got a sewing machine, and I’ve seen her mending clothes before.”

Akira’s mind immediately went to his mature and capable Mei-san, conveniently living right next door. “That’s… actually a good idea. I’ll ask her tonight.”

“Great! Then you can finally stop stressing about it.” Mia squeezed his hand. “See? I’m helpful.”

“You’re very helpful.”

They reached Rosewood Residences, and Mia reluctantly released his hand at the elevator. “I have to help out some friends at the gym check out their gym setup, so I can’t hang out. But text me okay?”

“I will.”

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek quickly before the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Akira headed straight to his room, dropped his bag, and pulled out his phone. He needed to coordinate the activities or task he had tonight: Rina’s feeding, the costume situation, and somehow keep Mia from getting suspicious about all of it.

Before he could start texting, his phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Yuki Hayashi.

He stared at the name for a second, guilt twisting in his stomach. He hadn’t talked to her since that day at Love Hotel. Radio silence after promising they’d have a proper second date.

“Hey, Yuki.”

“Hi, Akira-kun.” Her voice was soft and a little uncertain. “I hope I’m not bothering you. I just… I wanted to check in. See how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine. Busy with school and festival prep, but fine.” He sat on his couch, rubbing his face. “How about you? No more… incidents?”

“No monsters, if that’s what you’re asking.” She laughed, but it sounded strained. “Though I keep having nightmares about it. That thing grabbing me, the slime dissolving my clothes…”

“I’m sorry. I should have called to check on you.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re busy. And honestly, I needed some time to process everything.” There was a pause. “Akira, what I saw that day… the monster, that girl moving so fast, the way you killed it… I keep telling myself it was just adrenaline and luck like you said. But I don’t think I believe that anymore.”

Akira’s grip tightened on the phone. “Yuki—”

“I’m not asking you to explain. Not yet.” Her voice was firm despite the tremor in it. “I just… I want you to know that I’m still here. Still interested in that second date we talked about. When you’re ready to tell me the truth… whatever that truth is, I’ll listen. But until then, I’m not going to push.”

The relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming. “Thank you. For understanding. For not pushing.”

“Just don’t forget about me completely, okay? Text me sometimes. Let me know you’re alive and not fighting more slime monsters.”

“I promise. And Yuki? I meant what I said. When things calm down, we’ll have that proper date. No drama, no monsters.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Stay safe, Akira-kun.”

The call ended, and Akira let out a long breath. One crisis managed, at least temporarily.

His phone buzzed again immediately… this time, it was a text from Mei-san.

“I saw you come in. Are you free? I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Perfect timing.

“Actually, I was about to ask you something too. Can I come over?”

“Of course. Door’s always opened for you.”

Akira grabbed the bags of costume materials and headed next door. Mei’s apartment smelled like vanilla and coffee as always, warm and inviting. She was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, wearing a casual sundress that hugged her curves.

“Akira-kun.” She smiled over her shoulder. “What did you want to ask me?”

“I need help with costumes for the cultural festival. We’re doing a cosplay café, and I have all the materials but no one who can actually sew them together.” He held up the bags. “Mia mentioned you have a sewing machine?”

“I do. And I’d be happy to help.” She turned off the stove and walked over, taking the bags from him. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

She spread the materials out on her dining table: black fabric for bunny girl outfits, white for maid costumes, various accessories and trims. Mei examined everything with a practiced eye.

“This is good quality. Who picked it out?”

“I did, with help from the committee.”

“Impressive. Most boys your age wouldn’t know the difference between satin and polyester.” She smiled approvingly. “I can definitely work with this. When do you need them done?”

“Festival is in four days, but we need at least one outfit ready by tomorrow for sizing and adjustments.”

“Ambitious timeline, but doable.” Mei pulled out her phone, checking her schedule. “I’m free tonight and tomorrow evening. If you can get me someone to model the first outfit, I can have it ready by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Rina could do it. She’s one of the bunny girl models.”

“Perfect. Have her come by tonight then. Say, seven o’clock?” Mei paused, studying him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. “You’ve been quite busy lately.”

“Yeah, festival prep has been intense.”

“Is that all?” She moved closer, her voice dropping slightly. “Or have you forgotten about me?”

The question caught him off guard. “What? No, I haven’t…”

“Akira-kun.” She placed a hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I’m not blind. I see you with Rina more often now. Coming and going together. And I heard about your date with another girl the other day. How was it?”

Guilt twisted in his stomach. He’d been so focused on managing Mia’s jealousy and Rina’s needs that he’d completely neglected Mei.

“It was fine,” he said carefully. “Just coffee. Nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious.” Mei’s hand slid up to his shoulder. “And what about us? Is this serious, or am I just another lady you’re juggling?”

“Mei-san…”

“Relax.” Her expression softened into a smile. “I’m teasing you, Akira-kun. I know you have a complicated life. I’m not asking you to explain everything or make promises you can’t keep.”

“Then what are you asking?”

“Make time for me,” she murmured in a low and husky voice, her fingers trailing slowly down his collarbone through the thin fabric of his shirt. She pressed closer, letting him feel the soft heat of her breasts brushing against his chest.

“Don’t let me become someone you used to visit.” Her nails scraped lightly over his skin, just hard enough to make him inhale sharply. “Because I miss this.”

She took one step back, then another, giving him a full view as she ran both hands down her own body. Her palms glid over the swell of her tits, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks of her nipples that poked visibly through the thin sundress fabric.

“I miss the way you look at me when you’re starving,” she continued, voice dropping to a whisper.

Her fingers skimmed lower, over the dip of her waist, then cupped the full curve of her ass, squeezing just enough to make the dress ride up an inch and reveal the bare skin of her upper thighs.

As expected, she was not wearing panties. He’d noticed she doesn’t bother when it’s just her at home.

“And I know damn well you miss this too.” She turned slowly, arching her back so the dress pulled tight across her round ass cheeks, the hem lifting higher until he could see the shadowed cleft and the slick shine coating her inner thighs.

When she faced him again, one hand slipped between her legs, cupping her pussy through the dress. She dragged two fingers along her slit, letting the fabric darken with her arousal.

“See how soaked I get just thinking about you inside me?” She lifted her glistening fingers to her lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue while holding his gaze. “I need your cock stretching me again. Deep. Rough. Until I’m screaming your name and my pussy’s clenching around every last drop you give me.”

She stepped forward, pressing her wet fingers against his lips so he could taste her.

“So make time for me, baby,” she breathed, grinding her hips lightly against his growing hardness. “Because if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to bend over right here, spread myself open, and finger my dripping cunt until I come… while you watch and do nothing.”

Her other hand slid down to palm his erection through his pants, squeezing firmly.

“But we both know you won’t just watch. You’ll bury yourself balls-deep in me the second I start moaning your name.”

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“Question is… how long are you going to make me wait?”

Before Akira could respond, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket, the sound breaking the intimate moment. They both jumped slightly, Mei’s hand freezing where it cupped his straining cock through his pants.

Akira exhaled hard, forcing himself to look away from her flushed face and glistening fingers still hovering near his lips. He pulled out his the phone, thumb swiping the screen open.

A text from Rina: “Hey, are we still on for tonight? I’m getting really hungry again.”

[SYSTEM ALERT: CRITICAL CHOICE POINT]

[MEI’S NEEDS vs. RINA’S EMERGENCY]

[A: PRIORITIZE MEI – Spend intimate time with her now, deal with Rina later. Risk: Rina’s hunger may spike to dangerous levels. Reward: +300 PP]

[B: PRIORITIZE RINA – Excuse yourself to help Rina immediately. Risk: Mei feels neglected, relationship strain. Reward: +100 PP, Rina Stabilized]

[C: COMPROMISE – Invite both to the costume fitting tonight, manage both situations simultaneously. Risk: Potential complications if situations overlap. Reward: +500 PP, Skill: Advanced Multitasking Unlocked]

Akira’s mind raced.

Option A would let him pin Mei to the couch right now, sink balls-deep into that dripping cunt she’d just offered, and fuck her until she screamed… but Rina could spiral into something feral by nightfall.

Option B would save Rina but leave Mei aching and resentful, maybe even push her toward pulling away.

Option C was riskier, messier… but the reward tempted him.

He pocketed the phone and turned back to Mei. She was watching him, lower lip caught between her teeth, the sundress still hiked high enough that he could see the slick shine coating her inner thighs, her swollen pussy lips peeking out.

Without a word, he closed the distance again.

One hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her soaked slit immediately. She gasped, hips jerking forward as he dragged two fingers along her folds, spreading her wetness before pushing them slowly inside her tight heat.

Her inner walls fluttered around him greedily, sucking his fingers deeper.

“Fuck,” Mei whimpered, head tipping back. “Akira…”

He curled his fingers against her G-spot, thumb circling her clit in slow, firm strokes while his other hand slipped under the sundress neckline. He found one stiff nipple, pinched it hard enough to make her cry out, then rolled the sensitive bud between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently.

Her pussy clenched violently around his fingers, fresh juice coating his hand as she rocked against his palm.

“You taste like you need to be fucked senseless,” he murmured against her ear, pumping his fingers deeper, the wet squelch loud in the quiet room. “But we’re not done talking yet.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly, letting her feel every inch slide out. Mei whined at the loss, thighs trembling.

He brought his slick fingers to her lips; she opened immediately, sucking them clean with hungry little moans, tongue swirling around the taste of herself.

Akira held her gaze. “That text is from Rina. She’s available tonight for the costume fitting. We could do it here at seven, and…” He met Mei’s eyes, voice dropping lower. “After she leaves, maybe you and I could have some time together. Just us.”

Mei’s smile returned, but this time it was warmer and filled with filthy promise. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were still hard and could be seen through her cloth where his fingers had teased them.

“I’d like that,” she breathed. “Very much.”

[CHOICE C SELECTED: COMPROMISE]

[REWARD PENDING]

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