First night: Kaori’s perspective
(Lush, observational, intimate—part internal narration, part whispered diary)
I knew the moment I walked in. The moment I saw Ashley with her sleeves rolled up and Chen leaning in close while drying the dishes. The air was thick with it—desire not yet spoken aloud, but blooming just beneath the surface.
So I did what I do best. I poured the wine, kissed both their cheeks (mouths, actually), and curled up on the couch in a robe I very intentionally didn’t tie shut.
The robe always does the work for me. It slips just so when I lean forward. It makes people look. It lets them imagine—without me having to say a word.
I watched them. Chen pretending not to stare. Ashley’s eyes darting to my cleavage and away again, as if shyness could save her.
They were so ripe for it. So ready.
Then Riley came in, and I felt it shift. Oh, that sweet, breathless energy. Barefoot, hugging a container of brownies like a shield, eyes wide and shining.
I made space immediately. Patted the floor beside me, smiled soft, not sultry—inviting, not hunting. They came. Of course they did. They always do, eventually.
Their hair was silky under my fingers. I started braiding it without asking. I felt their whole body relax the moment I touched them.
“You smell like cinnamon. Are you trying to seduce me?” “Maybe.”
That little whisper made my thighs twitch. That softness, wrapped around bravery. God, I love that combination.
When Sofia arrived, everything steadied. She radiates gravity. That deep warmth. That quiet assurance that everything will unfold exactly as it should. When she kissed me on the cheek, I closed my eyes and let myself exhale for the first time.
Yes, I thought. Now it’s safe. Now we can begin.
And then—our bratty little firecracker. June kicked the door open like she was born to start revolutions. Jacket open, breasts bouncing, chaos incarnate. I laughed out loud. Couldn’t help it. So loud. So deliciously unrefined.
And then Ashley kissed her. Sweet, shy Ashley, who’d been watching and waiting all night, just took her by the collar and kissed her. God, the sound June made. I nearly came just from that.
I caught Chen’s eyes across the room—those soft lips parted, those clever fingers already twitching. They looked like a conductor about to raise the baton for the symphony’s opening note.
So I played my part.
I pulled Ashley close. Laid her back on the bed like unwrapping something sacred. Tasted her thighs like they were the last fruit on Earth. She gasped, bucked, tried to apologize for how fast she came.
“You don’t ever have to be sorry for being this beautiful,” I whispered.
She cried a little. Not from sadness—just from release. From finally being allowed to be adored.
Riley hovered at the edge of the bed like they didn’t know if they were allowed.
“Come here, baby,” I told them. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”
They obeyed. So beautifully. So eagerly. I rode their tongue while Chen tongued me from underneath, and I swear—I saw stars.
Sofia tied June’s wrists and kissed her until she begged to be used. Chen got passed between mouths like a sweet ripe fruit. Ashley squirmed under all of us, trembling and laughing and gasping “more, please, more.”
And I—I was in my element.
I teased, I praised, I licked thighs and nibbled nipples and moaned encouragement into ears. I performed. But not for applause. For connection. For them.
And then?
Then we lay together in a pile of warmth and stickiness and trust. June’s head on my stomach. Sofia behind me, hand stroking my hair. Chen cradling Riley like they were the softest thing in the universe. Ashley snoring gently, one arm flung across June’s waist.
I didn’t sleep at first. Just lay there, eyes open, watching the room breathe around me.
This isn’t a show, I thought. This is a home. I made it. We made it.
It was the first time I’d felt… chosen. Not just for my body. Not just for my performance. But for my presence. My devotion. My love.
And when sleep finally came, I let myself dream of breakfast. Of waking up tangled in limbs. Of kisses before coffee. Of mornings just as tender as the night had been wild.
Because I knew—we weren’t going to stop with one night.
We’d opened a door that couldn’t be closed. And I? I never wanted to leave.