[Complete] Ch 2.72 My Quiet Beach Vacation Is Actually a Government Population Initiative, as I Suspected (Patreon)

My Quiet Beach Vacation 

Is Actually a Government Population Initiative, 

as I Suspected

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Chapter 2.72 -

Obviously, All Scientific Progress and Governmental Reproductive Sponsors Are Entirely Above Board

Disclaimer: Everyone here is an adult!

Yui looked up as she swirled her tongue around Hikki's nipple. He had his eyes closed, face scrunched.

She frowned slightly as she and Ruka-chan pumped his rather impressive cock, both their hands unable to enclose around its girth. But with both of them combined, they managed a steady rhythm that had him breathing hard through his nose.

'This is really happening,' Yui thought, still half-convinced she'd wake up in her apartment with Sablé licking her face.

She was quite thankful for the advice Yumi-chan had given her, especially after seeing a clearly exhausted Iroha walking weirdly out of that room, swaying like every step took every effort.

On Yumi-chan's advice, both she and Ruka-chan had been given a similarly sized toy, and they'd spent most of their waiting time getting used to its girth.

At first, Yui thought it would be more romantic to give Hikki her actual first time. But even Iroha, still flushed and barely coherent, had mumbled that he'd already be taking a lot of the girls' firsts, and that Yui would have a much better experience if she went in prepared.

'Iroha-chan was right.'

Despite the toy being of similar size, it didn't compare to the real thing. The warmth. The way it twitched inside her. Every minor movement sent pleasure rippling through her belly in ways she'd never imagined possible.

'Then why do I feel annoyed?'

Yui's frown deepened. She watched Hikki's face—that familiar expression of someone enduring something rather than enjoying it. Like he was solving a maths problem in his head to distract himself.

'He's not even looking at me.'

"Hey—oh… uh!"

Involuntarily, Yui squeezed hard and bit into his nipple.

Ruka-chan, following her lead, did the same on the other side.

"Ow! What the—"

"Baka, Hikki," Yui whispered against his chest.

She and Ruka-chan exchanged a glance. A silent signal passed between them, and they both released his cock. The head glistened with their combined efforts as Yui swung her legs over his hips and aligned him at her entrance.

"Sit up," Ruka-chan suggested, moving behind Hikki's torso and grabbing both his nipples between her fingers, twisting lightly.

"Baka? What did I do?" Hikki's voice cracked as Ruka-chan's fingers worked.

Yui growled grumpily as she braced herself on his shoulders, squatting above him. She sank down slowly, feeling him stretch her all over again, then began to ride.

Up and down. Up and down.

She didn't really have the athletic ability to bottom out each squat—her thighs were already burning from the previous rounds—but she puffed her cheeks at that same frustrating expression Hikki always wore when he genuinely had no idea what he'd done wrong.

'That face! That stupid, clueless face!'

"Well, you're stupid because you're stupid!" Yui declared, slamming down harder than intended and gasping at the jolt of pleasure.

"Huh? How does that make sense? How can I be stupid for being stupid?"

"So he's a stupid guy as well?" Ruka-chan asked from behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder as she continued her assault on his nipples.

Yui slammed herself fully onto Hikki, taking him to the hilt. Her body twitched, and she leant into his chest, burying her face against his neck. At least this way she couldn't see his stupid face.

After a second of squeezing around him, she rocked her hips back and forth.

"Yes," Yui complained into his skin. "He's just stupid."

"So is he the oblivious type?"

"The most oblivious," Yui confirmed, grinding against him with renewed frustration. "Since high school, Ruka-chan—" She cut herself off with a whimper as he shifted beneath her.

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I didn't know what to say.

Yui had shifted from riding me to sitting astride my hips, arms crossed, whilst Ruka knelt beside us with the air of a prosecutor's assistant ready to hand over exhibit after exhibit.

"You never once noticed when I made you lunch," Yui said.

"I thought I was just your test subject!"

"I always try to make an excuse to make you food."

I wisely kept quiet about the fact that her food was less cuisine and more biological warfare. The bento boxes had been... memorable. In the same way stubbing your toe sticks with you all day.

"It was good," I offered weakly, not meeting her eyes.

"You called it acceptable."

With every indignant complaint, Yui squeezed hard as she rocked against me. Despite having had sex several times today, I could still feel pleasure from the action. The pharmaceutical compound Konuki had injected me with was apparently the gift that kept on giving.

Ruka licked the side of my neck and sucked hard enough to leave a mark at least that's what I assumed.

"Classic deflection," Ruka said, nodding sagely. "At least yours finally reciprocated after everyone literally threw themselves at him."

I felt like Ruka was complaining about someone else entirely, but I was catching splash damage from her frustration. Collateral damage in a war I hadn't known was being waged.

"And the fireworks festival," Yui continued, building momentum. "I asked you to watch them with me. Just us. I even wore that yukata Yumiko helped me pick out."

"I thought you wanted company because Yukinoshita was busy."

"I wanted a date, baka—" She made a strangled noise of frustration.

Honestly, I think I don't remember Yui being this frustrated.

Was I really that bad?

Ruka patted her shoulder sympathetically, then reached around to grasp the base of my cock, squeezing tightly and pumping whilst Yui continued to rock back and forth.

'I'm close again.'

This was torture. Beautiful, warm, incredibly pleasant torture, but torture nonetheless.

"The previous guy I liked?" Ruka said. "I literally threw myself at him. Lived in his apartment. Cooked for him. Wore nothing but an apron once. But no, he was obsessed with another girl!"

"Yes, how could he!" Yui protested.

The outrage felt directed at me specifically. As if I'd personally wronged Ruka's romantic prospects whilst simultaneously ignoring Yui's.

I had not obsessed over a different girl. Not once!

'Well,' my brain supplied unhelpfully, 'there was that one time you spent three hours analysing whether Totsuka's smile meant friendship or something more. Well, that was at least better than the mental essay of me proving the hypothesis that it sometimes takes a boy to become best girl—'

I told my brain to shut up.

'Plus, you already know that Totsuka is a she,' I reasoned with myself.

The point stood: I'd never believed any of them could be attracted to me. Dead fish eyes wasn't exactly a trait that topped dating profiles. Looking for: emotionally unavailable cynic with the social skills of a startled hermit crab and the romantic awareness of a brick.

"Everyone even started being physical, hoping he'd take the hint!" Yui held up her hand, ticking off fingers. "I always make an excuse to brush his hand. I leaned against him during movie night—in fact everyone did this! I fell asleep on his shoulder on the bus back from Kyoto and he moved me to the window seat so I'd be more comfortable."

"That's a crime against all women," Ruka said. "The courage that must have taken—deliberately falling asleep on someone's shoulder?"

"Yes! Thank you! At least you can appreciate it, unlike this baka." Yui's rocking grew more insistent. "I even heard Komachi dropping such obvious hints!"

Komachi. My beloved sister. Who had compiled dossiers on every woman in my life and enrolled me in a government breeding programme when her patience ran out.

'If you don't reciprocate soon, Onii-chan, you'll spend your thirties kicking yourself.'

I'd assumed she was exaggerating. Sisters did that.

Apparently sisters also decided that if their brother wouldn't get a girlfriend naturally, they'd simply arrange for him to impregnate half his graduating class.

Was I really that dense?

The evidence suggested yes. Overwhelmingly, catastrophically yes. My romantic awareness had the sensitivity of a seismograph encased in plaster.

"Well," Ruka said, her tone brightening, "at least he reciprocates now that everything's been exposed. Unlike that guy! I was practically throwing myself at him, lived in his apartment, and still nothing—"

"But it took Komachi and a government programme to open his eyes," Yui said. "Three years, Hikki. Three years of hints."

"Not really," Ruka mused. "I think it was the sex that did it. I could see those looks of denial when they were presenting everyone's profiles. He didn't believe any of it until—"

"Hey! Stop pinching!"

Ruka's fingers found my nipple and twisted. Not gently.

My entire body clenched. I felt my muscles tighten, which meant I twitched inside Yui. Which made me spurt inside her as she gasped.

'Wait. Why did I like that?'

Was I turning into a masochist? Had Konuki's pharmaceutical cocktail rewired my nervous system? Or had I always been this way and simply never had the opportunity to discover it?

This was a crisis. An identity crisis happening whilst I was balls-deep in my childhood friend.

"Oh, did he cum from that?"

Ruka's teasing, sultry voice in one ear. Yui's gasping breaths tickling my other senses.

"Pay attention when we're criticising you," Ruka said, pinching again.

"I—uh—am paying attention! Stop that!"

Another twitch. Another pulse of something inside Yui.

'I am not a masochist!'

"You're making excuses in your head. I can tell." She twisted again.

'No, I'm having a crisis of identity, there's a difference!'

"I am not!"

"Your eye twitches." She released my nipple and smiled sweetly. "Yui-chan, continue."

I couldn't even claim the truth. Admitting to an internal identity crisis would only provide more ammunition.

Yui shifted her weight, and I became acutely aware that we were still connected. That she was warm and tight around me. That this entire prosecution was happening whilst I was literally inside her.

"Again, during the cultural festival," she said. "I asked you to walk around with me."

She resumed her up-and-down motion as she spoke.

'I'm still sensitive!'

"W—we did walk around," I managed to protest as Ruka continued her pinching, alleviating that by sucking on her finger as she traced circles around his areolas. "Ah—"

"For fifteen minutes. Then you said you needed to check on the Service Club booth and disappeared for two hours."

"Yukinoshita needed help with—"

"She told me later she didn't need help. You just showed up and started reorganising the pamphlets."

Ruka made a noise of profound disappointment. "Typical Japanese male, no wonder we had to have a government breeding program!"

"I thought—"

"You thought wrong, Hikki." Yui leaned forward, and the angle changed in ways that made thinking difficult. Very difficult. Impossibly difficult.

"Yui's doing most of the work!" Ruka complained.

So I acquiesced.

I gripped Yui's hips and thrust upward, meeting her rhythm. She gasped, her complaints dying mid-sentence. Ruka's eyes widened.

"Oh," Yui breathed. "Oh."

"Better," Ruka said approvingly.

If they wanted participation, they'd get participation. I might be romantically dense, possibly a masochist—

'No! I'm definitely not!'

Though certainly! Definitely! The victim of my sister's conspiracy—but I could at least manage this.

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Yui's eyes found the pump count. 1,082.

"We're on three!"

"Three what?" Hikki's voice came out shredded.

"On your back. Now." Ruka didn't wait for him to parse it.

Yui rose off him. The sound of their bodies parting was wet and obscene, a slow suck that followed her up, and heat spilled down her thigh in a thick trail. She refused to look at it. Her knees shook anyway.

She dropped onto her back. The sheets stuck to her spine. Ruka snatched a pillow and jammed it under Yui's hips, tilting her open towards the ceiling, and never once let go of Hikki. Her fist worked him in short, ruthless strokes, thumb skating the slick head on every upstroke, keeping him thick and flushed and leaking onto Yui's stomach.

Yui watched that hand and felt her own emptiness clench.

"Legs together. Quick—get back in her."

Hikki scrambled. Yui pressed her thighs shut, ankles crossing, and he pushed. The fit was brutal. With her hips cocked high and her legs locked, she had nowhere to give, and he sank through that tightness one dragging centimetre at a time until the head seated so deep she swore it nudged the soft wall behind her navel.

"Hah—Hikki—"

Ruka climbed in behind him. Her hips met his backside, breasts crushed to his shoulder blades, and she shoved. He bottomed out. Yui's mouth opened on a sound that never became a word.

"You atone for every man who's ever played deaf."

"For every—that's not fair—"

"Fair can wait. You fuck Yui until she can't speak. Like the morning isn't coming. Understood?"

He drew back. Yui felt every ridge leave her, the drag mean and slow, her body clutching after him as if it could haul him home by force. Air rushed into the space he'd vacated. Then Ruka drove her hips forward and he slammed back in, and the air left Yui in a punched grunt.

"Yes—"

"I can't hear you!"

"YES, MA'AM!"

He gathered both her legs against his chest, ankles by his jaw, and set a pace that had no mercy in it. Ruka matched him from behind, each of her thrusts becoming his, so Yui took the weight of two bodies in every stroke.

"Hi—ahh—ahh—ki—!"

Short. Hard. Deep. He didn't grind. He struck. Each impact knocked the next breath out of her before she could finish the last, and her lungs burnt on half-swallows of air. Her breasts jumped. The pillow kept her pinned at the perfect angle, so he hit the same swollen place inside her again and again, a bright shock that ran up her spine and broke into sparks behind her knees.

Her fingers tore at the sheet and found nothing.

'Can't—breathe—'

The wet clap of skin filled the room. Her own voice had gone animal, broken cries she didn't recognise, and still he didn't ease. Ruka's hands were on his hips, steering him, and every time Yui thought she had the rhythm, Ruka changed it—harder, a fraction deeper, a grind at the end that ground his pelvis into Yui's clit through the press of her own thighs.

Yui flung one forearm across her brow. The other hand moved on its own. She pinched her nipple, hard, the way they'd done to him, and the jolt went straight between her legs. Understanding arrived late and filthy. She slid her fingers down through sweat and slick, found the swollen nub trapped under the seam of her closed thighs, and rubbed.

The first climax took her mid-thrust.

"AH—!"

Her walls seized around him in hard, milking pulls. Her toes curled against his collarbone. He didn't stop. Ruka didn't let him. He fucked her through it, and the second crest rose out of the first before the shaking had finished, meaner, tighter, her clit jumping under her own fingers.

"Faster!"

"YES, MA'AM!"

"Ah—ahh—I—I can't—"

Language went. There was the pillow under her, the burn in her thighs, the obscene fullness each time he hilted, the smear of her own wetness on her wrist. Her vision narrowed to the flex of his stomach and the wild dark of his eyes when he finally looked at her—looked, at last, like a man who saw what he was doing.

She felt him swell.

'Close—tell Ru—'

"UH—!"

He drove in and stayed. The pulse of it was unmistakable: heat, thick and sudden, flooding the deepest part of her in heavy spurts whilst her body clamped down and dragged more out of him. Her back bowed off the mattress. A third orgasm tore through the second, sharper for the warmth spreading inside her, and she came with her fingers still crushed to her clit and his name—

"Hi—ki!"

Toes curled so hard she felt she was at the edge of cramping.

'So warm.'

The thought flickered. Her eyes tried to close.

"YUI!"

Ruka's shout cut clean through.

Yui's eyes snapped open.

"We've still got spare—Remember Isshiki had that one extra!"

Yui sat up.

Her forehead slammed straight into Hikki's chest.

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Ruka wasn't prepared for this—at least, not mentally.

She'd already experienced the feeling of having Hikigaya inside her previously as they planned on taking advantage of his sensitivity between orgasms.

But when she took him in—it had been overstimulating then.

Now, lying where Yui had been moments before, watching Hikigaya's silhouette loom above her, Ruka understood that 'overstimulating' had been a gross understatement.

'His cock is...' She swallowed hard. 'Large. Majestic. That's a ridiculous word for a penis, but there it is.'

Hikigaya looked down at her, and something in his expression had shifted. Something that made Ruka think twice for a second.

'I probably shouldn't have helped rile up the guy who looks like he was bred to breed women.'

The thought struck her with sudden, terrible clarity. All those complaints she'd voiced about her previous crush—about men who didn't appreciate women who were being sincere, though she could understand Chizuru was actually a beauty, which made her feel insecure even if both Chizuru and she had somewhat put things behind them.

She, of course, didn't tell Yui that Chizuru was her previous rival—albeit a one-sided one. Chizuru did somewhat grow on Kazuya, but she was turned off by his persistence, especially since she understood Chizuru had other priorities at that point in life.

She could still admit that she was quite curious about what happened to Kazuha, but she quit him cold turkey; otherwise, she'd be her pathetic self again.

Ruka looked up at Hiki, her thoughts getting interrupted.

'Is that steam coming off his back?'

Yui, still trembling from her last orgasm, managed to shakily crawl towards Hikigaya's side. Her legs barely cooperated, but determination drove her forward.

'Ruka-chan looked so vulnerable,' Yui thought, watching her new friend's wide eyes. 'But also... excited? We're in this together.'

Rather than helping Ruka prepare, Yui leaned forward and bit into Hikigaya's nipple again.

He growled.

The sound vibrated through the room as Hikigaya grabbed both of Ruka's legs and slammed forward.

A high-pitched squeal escaped Ruka's mouth—a sound she'd never made in her life, not even during her single previous experience.

'That's my voice?' Ruka thought distantly. 'That's me making that noise?'

Yui pressed herself against Hikigaya's side, her fingers finding his nipples again, rolling and pinching whilst he established a brutal rhythm. Each thrust drove another sound from Ruka's throat—squeals that pitched higher, moans that rumbled lower.

Hikigaya felt like he was drowning in sensation. Ruka's provocation and his current horniness pushing him into a fugue state, where conscious thought dissolved into pure instinct. Ruka's noises—those high-pitched squeals and low guttural moans—made his cock crave more. Demanded more.

'More,' his mind supplied unhelpfully.

He released one of Ruka's legs, forcing both to one side. His right hand gripped her thigh, squeezing her legs together as he continued pumping. The angle changed. Tighter. Different friction against her walls.

Ruka's eyes rolled back.

'Oh god oh god oh god—'

Whilst Yui's breasts were undeniably larger, Ruka's weren't anything to dismiss. They bounced with each thrust—up and down at strange angles, at different intervals, hypnotic in their chaos.

Hikigaya's free hand found Yui's arse, holding her against his side. His fingers traced downward, searching—

"Hi—ki!" Yui yelped. "I'm still sensi—uh! That's my—!"

His digit traced against her arsehole. She contracted involuntarily, her body betraying her surprise.

'He's touching my—'

But Hikigaya persisted. His forefinger moved lower, tracing the entrance to her vagina. One digit slipped inside. Then two.

'And was that his thumb against my...?'

Yui could only grasp at Hikigaya's shoulder, her nails digging crescents into his skin. She peeked down at Ruka.

'Did I look like that?'

Her partner-in-crime had abandoned all pretence of composure. Mouth open. Eyes unfocused. A sheen of sweat across her chest.

'Did my vagina make those sounds as well?'

Squelching and suction followed every thrust and withdrawal. The wet percussion of Hikigaya's pace filled the room—obscene, rhythmic, relentless.

'How lewd,' Yui thought, and felt herself clench around Hikigaya's fingers.

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Ruka was having an out-of-body experience.

Part of her floated somewhere near the ceiling, watching the scene below with clinical detachment. A dark-haired girl getting thoroughly ravaged by a man whose dead eyes had come alive with something primal. Another girl pressed against his side, gasping as his fingers worked inside her.

'That's me,' she thought. 'I'm the one making those noises. Oh wait?'

She vaguely realised that she was looking at the mirror that was stuck at the ceiling as she looked at herself being penetrated. She looked so lewd.

Was this really her?

Would she ever get used to this feeling? The fullness. The stretch. The way each thrust seemed to reach deeper than the last.

And would she ever have the same bond with Hikigaya that his closer friends shared?

She'd heard the stories whilst waiting for their turn. Yuigahama's complaints that were really confessions. Isshiki's admiration. Years of history, of shared experiences, of inside jokes and meaningful glances.

Ruka had none of that.

Above her, Yui started kissing Hikigaya. Ruka could see his hand working between Yui's legs, fingers pumping in rhythm with his hips.

She felt a hitch in her breath. A hitch not connected to the pleasure coursing through her. 'It's unfair.'

Was she doomed to repeat the same pattern? To fall for someone who'd never truly see her? At least this time she'd get amazing sex out of it. At least this programme guaranteed she wouldn't be ignored completely.

But the familiar ache settled in her chest anyway.

'Even now, he's looking at her.'

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Yui kissed Hikigaya through another orgasm, grabbing at him tight, trying to stop herself from convulsing. It was hard—he was still slamming into Ruka, the impact jolting through all three of them—but she rode the waves as his fingers continued their work.

Through the haze, she looked at Ruka.

'She looks lonely,' Yui thought.

She remembered their conversation whilst waiting. How Ruka had shared her story about her previous love—a customer from her rental girlfriend job. How she'd fallen for someone she was supposed to be acting with. How she'd thrown herself at him, confessed everything, and been... not rejected, exactly. Just not chosen.

Yui hadn't judged her. How could she? She'd spent three years making lunches for a boy who called them 'acceptable'. Three years dropping hints that led to nowhere.

But she'd admired Ruka's confidence. The courage to actually say it out loud. To throw herself at someone physically, emotionally, completely.

Yui had never managed that.

Their eyes met through the haze of pleasure.

'She deserves better,' Yui thought, and whispered something in Hikigaya's ear.

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Hikigaya's rhythm faltered for just a moment. Then he released Ruka's legs, grabbed them again—one in each hand this time—and spread them open.

He leaned forward.

Face to face. Eye to eye. Close enough that Ruka could feel his breath against her lips.

His hands planted on either side of her head, caging her in. A blush spread across his cheeks—somehow still capable of embarrassment even now.

"Ruka-chan, don't be shy," Yui called out from somewhere to the side. "Kiss him."

Ruka wrapped her arms around Hikigaya's neck and pulled him down.

The kiss was nothing like her first—that awkward, transactional press of lips with a man who'd rather have been anywhere else. This was heat and hunger. Hikigaya's tongue swept against hers whilst his hips never stopped moving. She tasted salt and something sweet.

He groaned into her mouth, and the vibration travelled through her entire body.

'This,' she thought. 'This is what it's supposed to feel like.'

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. His hand found hers—fingers interlacing, palms pressed together—and he pinned it beside her head.

The other hand did the same.

Missionary. Classic. Her legs splayed open around him as he drove forward again and again, their clasped hands anchoring them both.

They clasped both hands as they stared into each other. She pursed her lips again as he met hers.

The kiss broke. They panted against each other's mouths. His forehead pressed to hers.

Then everything went crashing in.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, and she felt him follow—that telltale pulse, the warmth flooding inside her, his grip on her hands tightening almost painfully.

Hikigaya slumped forward.

His full weight pressed her into the mattress. His face buried in her neck. His breath came in ragged gasps against her skin.

Ruka hugged him. Her hand found the back of his head, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair, patting gently.

Yui caught her eye and gave her a thumbs up.

Ruka smiled—genuine, surprised by how genuine—and returned it.

'Maybe this programme won't be so bad after all.'

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The door slid open.

"Oh my," Amakusa Shino stepped into the room, clipboard in hand, expression utterly placid despite the scene before her. "Looks like we'll need to review the tapes, but preliminary assessment puts Yui-chan currently tied with Isshiki-chan."

Yui and Ruka exchanged pleased glances.

Hikigaya managed only a groan.

"Excellent work, everyone." Shino made a note on her clipboard. "The stamina displayed here will make excellent reference material for our next visual novel. I'm thinking something in the 'exhausted but willing' genre."

Another groan, this one more indignant.

Konuki appeared in the doorway, medical bag in hand. "Right. We need to give Hiki-kun an hour's rest and the necessary calories before continuing with the gauntlet."

'Gauntlet,' Hikigaya thought from somewhere beneath the pile of limbs. 'She called it a gauntlet. There are still two more women waiting. Totsuka and Miura. This is my life now.'

Though he, despite the complaints, was beginning to enjoy this.

'Screw it!' Hikigaya thought as he was actually enjoying this.

Though, given his luck, he'll somehow wake up the next day with only this fever-induced dream and the need to wash his bedsheets.

Or maybe he actually finally snapped, and he was at some hospice having a schizophrenic wet dream and some poor nurse was having the worst day of their life.

"I've prepared a recovery shake," Konuki continued, pulling out a bottle filled with suspicious green liquid. "High protein, electrolytes, and enough calories for a world-class Olympian swimmer."

Hikigaya could only grown as he slowly pulled out of Ruka, feeling sorry for himself.

Ruka patted his head again.

It didn't help.

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