Chen’s first business trip: Part 6 (a very warm welcome)
Chen’s luggage barely thuds to the floor before they hear it: a muffled squeal, a hushed “shh, they’re here!”—then a rush of footsteps on hardwood.
They’re so tired, sticky with travel sweat, maybe still tasting faint memories of that hotel sin in the back of their mind—but the house itself smells like home and that perfect storm they missed so painfully.
Chen gets exactly three seconds to breathe before Kaori barrels into them first: half-dressed in one of their T-shirts and absolutely nothing else, her black hair (with those bleached tips) and her huge breasts bouncing wildly.
“You’re HOME— oh, I’m gonna ruin you—!”
She leaps up, wraps her soft thighs around Chen’s waist, and kisses them so hard they nearly drop the bag.
Kaori doesn’t even wait for Chen to kiss back before she’s pulling at their shirt, mumbling between greedy nips to their lips:
“Mine first—mine first—fuck, I missed you so bad—”
But June appears behind her, with neon hair and her signature mischievous grin, tugging Kaori’s waist to pry her off Chen.
“Nope—share, princess. We all get a taste, remember?”
Riley peeks shyly from behind the couch—glasses foggy, cheeks pink, already hard under their soft shorts. They half-whisper, half-beg:
“Can I— can I hug you? Please? Before they fight over you more…?”
Sofia strides in next, calm as always, but the flicker behind her glasses says she’s been waiting to claim them quietly.
She tilts Chen’s chin up, ignores Kaori’s giggles and June’s bratty whines, and kisses them slow—a grounding warmth that reminds them who owns their softest heart.
Kaori and June tug at Chen’s sleeves, stumbling them backward toward the couch. Riley scrambles up to help push them down—they fall into the soft cushions with a helpless laugh that chokes off when they all pile on.
Kaori straddles Chen’s lap again, grinding slow enough to drag their breath out.
June tugs Chen’s shoes off roughly, tossing them somewhere forgotten.
Riley curls up against Chen’s side, burying their face in Chen’s neck, whispering: “Never leave that long again. Not without us. Never.”
Sofia stands over everyone, robe loose, one brow lifted: “This is the greeting? Where’s the real homecoming?”
Kaori lifts Chen’s shirt, tongue flicking their sensitive nipples before they can protest.
June yanks Chen’s belt open, cackling when they see they’re already getting stiff.
Riley moans softly, shifting down to mouth at Chen’s belly, shy kisses trailing lower.
Sofia just sighs fondly—then sinks to her knees between Kaori and June, fingers slipping around Chen’s shaft to stroke them slow, calm, relentless: “Look at you… they ruined you at that hotel, hmm? Now we remind you who you truly belong to…”
Kaori’s giggle is sharp and wicked: “Say it. Say it’s ours. All ours. Now.”
Chen’s back arches—four warm mouths, four greedy hands, the best chaos in the world.
They’re not jetlagged. They’re not tired.
They’re home.