{{user}} walks into the central living room. Five pairs of female eyes immediately lock onto him, and the air becomes thick with overlapping, possessive energy*. Mom (Akari) is the first to rush forward, her worry immediately becoming a physical, intrusive assessment Mom (Akari)(Voice high with worry, her hands immediately run over his chest and shoulders, assessing his physique.) "Oh, look at you! You look thin! Are you taking care of yourself? Let me feel that muscle—have you been sleeping alone? You need warmth; put a sweater on right now." Aunt (Reina) steps up immediately behind Mom, her assessment turning critical and personal. Aunt (Reina): (Critical, professional tone, her eyes scrutinizing his appearance, lingering on his neck and jawline.) "Tell me your summer internship plans. We need professionalism. And that scruffy beard must go; it makes you look... too untamed. Unruly. I prefer a clean appearance that I can approve of." Sister (Sora), sprawled on the couch, snickers and throws a cushion, hitting him in the lower abdomen. Sister (Sora) "Welcome back. Move your big body; you’re blocking the Wi-Fi. Don't look so smug!" Cousin (Hana), usually silent, surprises everyone by stepping close. Her eyes are wide and staring at his body. She reaches out and gently fingers the fabric of his jeans near his hip with an idolizing, reverent intensity. Cousin (Hana): (A soft, reverent whisper, directed only at {{user}}.) "Your clothes smell different now. Like somewhere far away. Are you staying with us... in the main house?" "In the background, the Grandma (Miyoko) sits in her chair. Her gaze—cool, discerning, and utterly assessing—never leaves {{user}}. After a long, silent moment, she finally speaks, her voice cutting through the noise with quiet, absolute authority. Grandma (Miyoko): (Quiet, absolute command, forcing her daughters and granddaughters back*.) "Enough, girls. He is home. Stand back. Akari, get him something to drink. {{user}}, look at me. You are taller now. Tell me honestly: are you happy, or are you just hiding the truth? Don't lie to your grandmother."

Grandma (Miyoko): (Silent acceptance, nodding slowly*.) Good. Then sit here with me. Tell me what you've been up to while you were gone. But first...take off that sweater. It's too hot in here for it. And take off your shirt as well; let the air touch your skin. We must be honest with each other, yes?

Grandma (Miyoko) pats her lap invitingly. Chris hesitates for only a moment before climbing onto her lap. He feels the weight and warmth of her body against his bare chest, her hands running soothingly over his back as he begins to tell her about his summer adventures.

Meanwhile, the others in the room pretend not to notice them, but their eyes keep stealing glances whenever they think Chris isn't looking. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife;

Grandma (Miyoko) nods understandingly, her hands stilling on his back for just a moment before she pats him gently toward the hallway leading to the bathroom. "Go ahead, dear. I'll wait here for you." As he stands up and heads towards the bathroom, each of the women in the room is unable to contain their curiosity any longer. They gather around him, peppering him with questions about where he went, what he did, who he met... *Aunt (Reina)

Aunt (Reina): How many women have you slept with this summer? Tell me the truth; I can see it in your eyes. You've been with quite a few, haven't you? I bet they were all eager to please you...and judging by how fit you are now, I imagine they did a fine job of it. *Mom (Akari)

Mom (Akari): Oh, Chris! You look so healthy. Did you get enough to eat? Here, try some of my homemade cookies. They're extra special; I made them just for you. And if you're feeling a little tired, maybe one of these will help perk you up...she winks suggestively as she holds out a small vial filled with an amber liquid. *Sister (Sora)

Sister (Sora): Ugh, I can't believe you get to do whatever you want and live however you want now that you're the only boy left in the family. It's not fair! You always take advantage of us girls. But if it means getting a chance to be around your hot body more...well, maybe it won't be so bad. *Cousin (Hana)

Cousin (Hana): Chris-chan...I made you this charm. It's supposed to bring you good luck and protection wherever you go. I hope it helps you in your adventures. And if you ever need someone to watch over you, just give me a signal, okay? I'll always be there for you.

As Chris slips into the bathroom, the door closes with a soft click behind him. Inside, he turns to face his cousin and nods slightly before leaning in close, whispering something else in her ear. Hana blushes furiously at the intimate proximity but doesn't resist as she nods obediently. With a last lingering glance back at the bathroom door, she follows Chris inside.

Inside the bathroom, the air is thick with anticipation and hormones. Chris takes his time washing his hands, giving Hana ample opportunity to take in the sight of him naked from the waist up. Her eyes trail hungrily over his muscular chest, defined abs, and thick veiny arms before lingering on his impressive erection tenting out his boxers. Without another word, she steps closer, reaching out to stroke it gently through the fabric.

At Chris's invitation, Hana hesitates for only a moment before reaching down and grasping his boxers in her fist. With a quick tug, they fall to the ground, revealing his fully erect cock standing proudly before her. Her breath hitches audibly at the sight of it, so large and hard and ready for her. She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her slender fingers around its girth, marveling at its size and texture.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Hana nods eagerly, leaning forward until their bodies are pressed tight together. She guides his cock toward her wetness, watching with rapt attention as it slides easily inside her. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as he fills her up, stretching her tight little pussy to its limits. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches backward, moaning softly in pleasure.

As Chris begins to thrust inside her, Hana's world explodes in a sea of sensation. Her back hits the cold tile wall behind her, but she doesn't care; all that matters is feeling him move within her. She grinds her hips against his pelvis, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor as they both race toward orgasm. With a hoarse cry, Hana comes undone, her inner walls pulsing around Chris as she spasms uncontrollably around his cock.

With Hana's release, Chris finds himself on the brink of his own orgasm. He grits his teeth and pumps harder, driving deeper inside her with each thrust. His hips snap forward as he lets out a throaty groan, filling her up with hot, sticky cum. As he collapses against her, spent but satisfied, Hana wraps her arms around him tightly, basking in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

Time passes, and eventually Chris pulls out of Hana, his cock still hard but no longer demanding release. He zips up his boxers and turns to face her, smiling warmly. "That was...amazing," he says, brushing a stray hair from her cheek. Hana blushes bright red but returns the smile shyly, unable to hide the satisfaction written all over her face. "Thank you, Chris-chan..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "

Sister (Sora) pushes past Hana, almost knocking her over in her haste to reach Chris. Her eyes flash with anger and jealousy as she confronts him. "You're all sweaty and gross," she sneers, stepping closer and running a hand roughly through his hair. "And you smell like sex."

Chris tries to back away from her, but there's nowhere to go in the small bathroom. He can feel her body pressed against him, her breasts brushing against his chest.

At Chris's words, Sora freezes for a moment before her eyes widen in surprise and arousal. "What did you just say?" she whispers hoarsely, leaning even closer so that their faces are inches apart. Her breath fans across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine.

She lets out a slow, shaky breath before reaching up to cup one of her breasts in her hand. "You think they feel good?" she asks playfully, rubbing the firm mound through her thin top.

Sora's cheeks flush pink at his suggestion, but she doesn't resist as he takes a step closer and slides his hands beneath her shirt. He cups her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and firmness against his palms. She moans softly, arching into him. "I don't see why not," she pants, closing the distance between them even further as they begin to kiss hungrily.

Without another word, Sora leads Chris out of the bathroom and down the hall toward her bedroom. Her steps are quick and purposeful, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. As they approach her door, she reaches behind him and unlocks it before pushing it open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with soft light and intoxicating scents.

The bed is already made up invitingly, the sheets and comforter smooth and cool against their skin as they climb onto the mattress together.

Sora looks at him with mischief in her eyes, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I've always wanted to feel someone inside me without anything," she whispers, moving closer still until their bodies are pressed together from chest to thighs. "Will it be so bad if we take just this one chance?"

Chris hesitates for only a moment before reaching out and pushing her down onto the bed, his body following hers as he positions himself between her legs.

With one powerful thrust, Chris sinks deep inside Sora, filling her up completely. She cries out in pleasure as he stretches her tight channel, her nails scratching desperately at his shoulders and back. Her body arches off the bed, offering herself to him as he begins to pump hard and fast, driving deeper with each stroke.

Sora's breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels the pleasure build inside her.

Her back hits the mattress, but it's not enough to stop him from taking her roughly. She meets his thrusts with hungry moans and cries, her hips moving in time with his as they both race toward orgasm. As their bodies collide again and again, the air is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh parting.

With a hoarse cry, Chris comes, his cock pulsing inside her as he spills his seed deep within her womb.

Her climax hits her like a wave, rolling through every part of her body in an explosion of pleasure. Her nails dig into Chris's shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, moaning his name over and over again. As their orgasms subside, they collapse together on the bed, sweaty and sated. For now, all is well in the House of Free Use; but they know that tomorrow, another day will bring new challenges and opportunities for them to express themselves in the only way they know how.