It’s been a week since the opening, and the pace still hasn’t let up—but now, at least, it’s no longer an unsustainable chaos. We were working a lot, yes: waking up before dawn, opening at 6 a.m., closing around 10 or 11 p.m. when the st customer left the terrace with the sky already dark. We came home destroyed, bodies heavy, muscles compining from every tray carried, every pot flipped in the kitchen. We climbed the stairs in silence, peeled off our sweaty uniforms, took a quick shower and colpsed onto the futon as if we’d run a marathon.

  I was already going crazy without good sex. Before the opening, the nights were long and intense—hours of bodies pressed together, muffled moans, orgasms that left us sated and rexed until the next day. Now, we only managed something quick and urgent: a quickie in the storage between shifts (Elinalise bent over against the rice shelves, skirt hiked up, moaning low so Yuto wouldn’t hear from the kitchen next door), or a zy blowjob in the bathroom before bed (Nazuna on her knees on the cold floor, red eyes glowing in the dark, swallowing everything with that greedy ziness that drove me insane). It was good, yes—the heat of her mouth, the way she looked up while sucking—but we cked time for slow forepy, long kisses on the neck, whole nights where we lost ourselves in each other without hurry. We slept hugging, yes, but exhaustion beat desire almost every time. I woke up in the morning with a hard cock pressed against one of their asses, but the arm rang and… work called.

  The day after the opening, I put up a sign on the door: “We need a server.” I wrote it by hand with thick bck marker on white cardboard, hung it on the entrance gss. There was no way to keep going with just the three of us + Yuto. Business wasn’t dropping—on the contrary: word of mouth and social media brought more people every day. Tourists from Sendai, motorcyclists stopping on their way to the coast, local families wanting sunset with a hot dinner.

  Three days ter, I did the math in the old kitchen notebook, sitting at the counter after closing. The week’s profit had been surreal—it tripled compared to the previous month. With the new terrace packing every te afternoon, it was possible to hire another cook, two servers, pay off my dad’s loan little by little and still have good money left for the three of us. I took a deep breath, relieved. It was no longer just survival; it was real growth.

  I changed the sign that same night: “We need servers and a cook.” I posted photos of the terrace and the new menu on Instagram with the caption: “Team growing! Come be part of Aoki-ya ?”.

  Thank God, the applicants showed up fast. Two beautiful girls saw the ad on social media: Harumi and Hana. Harumi, 24, straight brown hair to the shoulders, shy smile but lively and intelligent eyes; Hana, 26, short bck hair with straight bangs, high energy and easy ugh that infected the whole dining room. Beautiful, yes—fair skin, well-shaped bodies, graceful manner—but in my opinion they didn’t come close to Elinalise and Nazuna. No one did. They fit perfectly: learned the menu fast, served with grace and weren’t intimidated by the intense rush.

  And then Himari appeared too. Single mother, 45 years old, very pretty—wavy bck hair tied in a practical bun, gentle and deep eyes, curvy body that still drew attention even in simple work clothes. She had just been id off because the previous restaurant went bankrupt. Plenty of experience: 20 years in kitchens, knew how to season soy sauce like no one else, made crispy tempura without wasting oil, adjusted miso soup with herbs I didn’t even know. Yuto and I learned several things from her in the first days—tricks to make tonkatsu juicier inside, perfect cabbage cut, special soy sauce and mirin sauce that elevated the hamburger steak to another level. She would definitely bring real improvements to the dishes.

  I affectionately called them “the 3 H saviors” because their names started with H: Harumi, Hana and Himari. They ughed when I said it during the quick training meeting—Himari winked and said: “If it’s to save Aoki-ya, I accept the nickname with pride.” Harumi blushed a little, Hana ughed loudly and cpped: “I loved it! Let’s save this pce together!” I don’t know if they really liked it or just ughed because they wanted the job, but it worked. They integrated quickly and the atmosphere in the dining room became lighter.

  That gave us enormous relief at work. We split into two shifts of about 7 hours: morning/afternoon (6 a.m. to 1 p.m.) and afternoon/evening (1 p.m. to 8 or 9 p.m.). Elinalise and Nazuna had to train the new girls at first—showing how to serve with charm without overdoing it, how to take orders quickly, how to smile even when the customer was annoying or took forever to decide. It took a few days of adjustments, but they learned to handle things on their own. Himari took over part of the kitchen with Yuto, Harumi and Hana stayed in the dining room with Elinalise and Nazuna during peak hours.

  The pace improved immediately. I could breathe between one order and the next, Yuto stopped sweating cold all the time, and the girls started having energy again at the end of the day. The nights got better too: now we had time for a long bath together (Elinalise washing my back with slow hands, Nazuna massaging my aching shoulders), for slow kisses on the futon, for real sex—not just quick and urgent. Elinalise woke me with her hot mouth slowly enveloping my cock, Nazuna rode me while Elinalise sucked my nipples, and the three of us lost ourselves for hours again, moans echoing in the small room, sweaty bodies pressed together until dawn.

  Everything is going very well. Aoki-ya is no longer just the restaurant I inherited from my father—it’s a living pce, full of ughter, the smell of hot food and customers who come back every week. The register is healthy, my dad’s loan is being paid off little by little, and Elinalise, Nazuna and I have time to be the three of us again.

  Sometimes, when I lock the door at night and climb the stairs holding their hands, I stop for a second and think: “How did I get here?” From a lonely otaku to this—two incredible women who love me, a flourishing restaurant, a team that works. I still feel the donut-like stone on the shelf in the room, quiet and dull since its st manifestation. But I don’t need it now. What I have is already more than I ever dreamed.

  And if the desire comes back… well, who knows what else could happen.

  Now we really had time for ourselves. The weight of daily life eased with the “3 H saviors” in the dining room and kitchen—Harumi and Hana serving with grace, Himari and Yuto in the kitchen turning simple dishes into something special. The pace was still intense, but it was no longer total exhaustion. We came home with enough energy to talk, ugh, take baths together without hurry. We started going out again: quiet walks on the trails near Haguro-san at sunset, feet in the cold sand of Yamagata beach, slow strolls through the neighborhood at night (Nazuna loved the darkness, the silence, the way the streetlights reflected in her red eyes while she leaned against me and whispered dirty nonsense in my ear).

  Elinalise was even more interested in anime—she spent hours on the futon with the tablet, binge-watching new series, commenting on waifus with an excitement that made me ugh. Nazuna got addicted to games: pyed on her phone during breaks at the restaurant, quietly screamed when she lost a stage, and showed me repys of difficult bosses as if they were real battles.

  We decided not to open Aoki-ya on Mondays. We noticed business naturally dropped that day—maybe because of people’s “natural depression” knowing the work week was starting, or simply because the weekend exhausted everyone. It became our sacred day: we left early, visited neighboring cities (Sakata, Tsuruoka itself in other neighborhoods), went shopping in Sendai or the small local mall, ate lunch in hidden izakayas. It was our moment—just the three of us, no customers, no dishes to fry.

  This Monday, we went shopping. We went into clothing stores, shoes, accessories. Elinalise tried on light dresses that hugged her curves, Nazuna chose short shorts and oversized t-shirts that gave a zy and sexy vibe. I carried the bags, ughing at the two of them arguing about which piece would look better on the restaurant terrace.

  Nazuna fell in love with a newly released videogame console: Newtendo Switch 2. It was on demo in the electronics store—big screen showing an open-world action game, light controls, ability to py anywhere. She was hypnotized: red eyes shining, fingers pressing buttons as if it was already hers.

  “Kaito… this is perfect… I can py on the futon, in the bathroom, on the terrace when there are no customers…” she whispered, voice almost childlike with excitement.

  I bought it secretly. While they went to another store to look at lingerie, I said I was going to the bathroom. I went back to the games section, paid quickly. The seller tried to push extra games: “Take Nier: Automata too? It’s a cssic, deep story, robots discovering feelings…” I accepted. I also bought Mortal Kombat (to see the fatalities with the girls), The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (to explore together). I also stopped by the anime store next door: found the Nier: Automata manga volumes. Robots discovering emotions, tragic romance, existential struggle—perfect for Elinalise. Bought the complete box set.

  When we got home, they went to put the bags in the room. I stayed in the living room, hiding the gifts behind my back.

  “Love… sit there on the futon,” I called.

  Elinalise and Nazuna came back, curious. I showed the Switch 2 to Nazuna first. She almost freaked out: eyes wide, jumped into my p, kissing my whole face.

  “Kaito! You… how did you know?! I love it! I’m pying now!” she shouted, already opening the box with trembling hands.

  Elinalise ughed, hugging Nazuna from behind.

  “Calm down, Nazuna-chan… let me see what else he brought.”

  I showed the games and the Nier: Automata manga box set. Elinalise took the box, flipped through the covers, reddish-brown eyes shining.

  “Robots discovering feelings… romance between machines… this seems perfect. Shall we read together after dinner?”

  Nazuna was already turning on the console.

  “I’ll py Nier with you guys ter… but right now I want to test this one!”

  How good it felt to see them like that. Happy, excited, big kids in the best sense. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

  We showered together—hot water running, hands touching slowly, low ughter while we soaped each other. I got out first, saying I was going to grab something from the kitchen. They said they were almost done.

  I dressed quickly—old shorts and t-shirt—and sat on the futon with my phone in hand, checking the comments on the restaurant posts. Most were praise: “Best katsu-curry in the region!”, “The girls are a show on their own”, suggestions for new dishes (“You guys should add ramen in winter!”). Some bad comments too: empty profiles, brand-new accounts created just for that, repeating phrases like “Bad food, terrible service, don’t come back.” I ignored them. I knew it was some envious asshole making fake accounts to try to annoy us. The numbers didn’t lie—the register was full, customers kept coming back.

  Suddenly, I heard light footsteps in the hallway. I looked up.

  Elinalise and Nazuna entered the room.

  Wearing clothes I hadn’t seen them buy.

  Bck fishnet stockings on their legs, long fishnet gloves going up to the elbows, lingerie that barely existed it was so transparent—thin bck fabric, ce details that hardly covered Elinalise’s pink nipples and Nazuna’s small ones. Both already had bullet vibrators turned on, the low buzzing echoing in the silent room, inside their wet little pussies. You could see the subtle bulge of the toy pressing under the thin fabric, thighs trembling slightly with pleasure.

  They walked slowly toward me, hips swaying, eyes fixed on me. Sexy as fuck. I felt my cock instantly harden inside my shorts.

  “Surprise, love…” Elinalise whispered, voice hoarse, stopping in front of me and spreading her legs slightly so I could see the vibrator buzzing against the transparent panties.

  Nazuna ughed zily, biting her lip.

  “We bought this today… we wanted to drive you crazy…”

  They knew exactly how to make me lose my mind. They started with each other first: kissing slowly, tongues dancing, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Elinalise squeezed Nazuna’s small breasts over the lingerie, Nazuna lowered her mouth to Elinalise’s neck, licking and nibbling. They looked at me the whole time, red eyes shining with lust.

  Elinalise got on all fours on the futon, arching her perfect ass. Nazuna knelt behind, spread her cheeks with her hands, showing everything: wet pussy glistening under the transparent lingerie, bullet vibrator buzzing inside, tight little asshole winking.

  “Look how wet she is for you, Kaito…” Nazuna murmured, before lowering her mouth and slowly sucking Elinalise, tongue swirling on the clit over the fabric.

  Elinalise moaned loudly, head thrown back.

  “Aaaah… Nazuna-chan… like that… suck harder…”

  I already had my cock out, stroking slowly, pre-cum dripping down the head. The horniness was unbearable—the two of them in fishnet lingerie, vibrators on, devouring each other in front of me.

  Then they came to me. They knelt between my legs, faces pressed together, mouths open.

  Elinalise licked the head first, slow and hot tongue.

  “Your cock is so hard… shall we share it, Nazuna-chan?”

  Nazuna nodded, licking the opposite side. Both mouths on my cock at the same time: Elinalise sucking the base and balls, Nazuna sucking the head hard, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. They took turns, tongues touching over my cock, muffled moans.

  I couldn’t hold it. I came faster than normal—hot jets shooting first into Nazuna’s mouth, then on Elinalise’s face, dripping onto their breasts over the transparent lingerie. They moaned together, licking everything, kissing with my cum on their tongues, vibrators still buzzing inside them.

  I fell back onto the futon, panting. They climbed on top of me, faces messy and smiling.

  “That was just the beginning of the night, love…” Elinalise whispered, kissing my mouth.

  Nazuna ughed, turning off the vibrators for a second.

  “Now we py a bit with the new Switch… and then we continue.”

  How I loved these two.

  Nazuna was really excited about the new Switch. Her red eyes shone every time she picked up the console, as if she had gotten the best toy in the world. Since I still needed some time to recharge after the intense blowjob they had given me, pying was a perfect idea to rex.

  She chose to start with Nier: Automata—the game I had bought along with the console. She sat on my p facing the TV, legs spread over my thighs, small warm body pressed against mine. She learned the mechanics little by little: jumps, dodges, sword and pod attacks. I stayed behind, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder, giving quiet tips.

  Elinalise settled on my right side, head resting on my shoulder, opening the Nier: Automata manga box set I had bought secretly.

  “Since you’re going to py this, I’ll start reading the manga too,” she said, voice soft and curious. “That way I can follow and compare the manga story with the game. I love when there are differences.”

  Nazuna subtly ground her hips on my p on purpose—nothing exaggerated, just enough to rub her little ass against my still-sensitive cock, keeping me half-hard the whole time.

  “What a cool game… frantic and addictive,” she murmured, focused on the screen. “And look at this girl… depending on how I jump and climb the stairs, you can see her whole big ass.”

  Elinalise ughed softly, turning the manga page.

  “In the manga they also show off her ass a lot… on purpose. The author knows what he’s doing.”

  Both were genuinely excited. Nazuna cursed enemies when she died, cheered loudly when she beat a boss. Elinalise read passages out loud, commenting on lore curiosities: androids discovering human feelings, the weight of existence, the tragic romance between 2B and 9S. I stayed there in the middle, feeling the warmth of both, their sweet scent mixed with the light perfume they wore.

  After a while, with Nazuna’s subtle grinding and seeing 2B’s perfect design on screen—elegant body, precise curves, round firm ass that artist Akihiko Yoshida nailed perfectly—my cock started getting hard again. Hard, throbbing against her little ass over the thin panties.

  Suddenly, Nazuna paused the game. She slowly turned her face to me, naughty expression in her red eyes, lower lip bitten.

  She looked at Elinalise—a complicit gnce that needed no words. Elinalise understood immediately and smiled wide.

  Nazuna lifted her hips just enough for Elinalise to lower her head. The ptinum blonde wrapped her hot mouth around my cock, sucking fast and wet, leaving lots of saliva to lube everything. Tongue swirling on the head, rexed throat swallowing deep for a few seconds, low moan of satisfaction.

  Nazuna pulled her panties to the side with her fingers, exposing her already wet and pink pussy. She slowly came back down onto my p, fitting my cock at her tight little entrance. She descended centimeter by centimeter, moaning delighted as she swallowed me whole.

  “Aaaah… Kaito… so thick… perfect inside me…” she whispered, starting to move.

  She sat and ground slowly at first, feeling every centimeter squeeze me. I moaned low, hands on her thin waist, helping with the rhythm.

  “Stay a little higher, hold still…” I asked, voice hoarse.

  She obeyed, hips suspended. I started thrusting upward: hard, fast and full, smming deep to the base. Nazuna screamed with pleasure, nails digging into my shoulders.

  “More… harder… fuck your little vampire… aaaahn!”

  She came hard—pussy pulsing strongly around me, whole body trembling, falling forward onto me, panting and limp.

  Elinalise ughed softly, voice thick with lust.

  “Now it’s my turn, my loves.”

  Nazuna slowly lifted—my cock slipping out of her pussy with a naughty wet suction sound, a string of lubrication dripping down the head.

  Elinalise came next, sitting on my p facing me. My cock slid into her easily—she was already soaked, hot tight pussy swallowing me to the base. She made such a perfect pleasure face: eyes half-closed, mouth open, long low moan.

  “Aaaah… Kaito… fill me completely…” she murmured, starting to move.

  I took the chance to suck her small firm breasts—pink nipples hard on my tongue, sucking hard while she ground. One hand squeezing her thin waist, the other giving light sps on her round ass, making the flesh jiggle.

  Nazuna y beside us, watching everything with hungry eyes. She ran her hands over me and Elinalise, massaging her pussy over the top, slowly masturbating with the other hand.

  Elinalise came hard—head thrown back, eyes rolling, pussy clenching strongly around me in spasms. I came with her, exploding inside, hot jets filling everything until it overflowed.

  Nazuna whined in a spoiled voice:

  “Why didn’t you cum inside me too?”

  She quickly lifted, pced her head between our legs.

  “You can get up, Elina… I want his cum inside you to drip into my mouth.”

  Elinalise ughed, voice hoarse.

  “Looks like you’ve learned everything, Nana…”

  She lifted slowly. My cum slowly dripped from her pussy—white and thick—falling onto Nazuna’s face and open mouth. She licked everything, tongue cleaning every drop from Elinalise’s entrance, moaning with satisfaction.

  Elinalise leaned down and kissed all over Nazuna’s face, licking what had fallen outside her little mouth.

  “We can’t waste a single drop, love…”

  I y back, exhausted and satisfied. They y beside me right after—Nazuna on my left chest, Elinalise on my right, legs intertwined.

  Nazuna grabbed her phone, took a photo of us: naked, sweaty, bodies pressed together, flushed smiling faces.

  “For the memory of this day… I’ll save it in the photo vault,” she said, sleepy voice.

  Elinalise and I ughed softly, hugging and slowly kissing each other.

  A few minutes ter we were already asleep—deep, peaceful, dreaming. And in my dream, a girl named 2B appeared… with a wonderful ass, elegant body and blindfolded eyes that seemed to call me.