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They were almost back from an exploration mission when a large group of Invaders got the jump on them. Takumi and Hiruko were down for the count, using the last of their strength to hang onto all the materials they'd gathered from the beach. It was only an exhausted Gaku and Yugamu left to take down this last big group, or they'd risk losing everything they'd spent the day gathering.

Gaku, being the awesome bro that he was, put one last burst of his energy into encouraging Yugamu, exclaiming “Take this!” and channeling hemoanima power into giving him a boost. And from there, boom, the assassin did his weird stretchy arm stabbing and took out all the enemies at once. Mission saved! All, of course, thanks to Gaku.

After they'd dropped everything off and rested up, Yugamu had come to Gaku before heading to bed. “Thanks a lot for today. I owe you one,” he'd said. Gaku humbly brushed it off, hoping that if he pretended it wasn't a big deal that Yugamu would give him even more reward money for being such a good person, before the assassin just smiled and headed to his room. Basically as normal a day as someone could have when they were shoved into an alien war with freaky blood weapons.

A few days passed, and Gaku was just finishing up brushing his teeth when the doorbell rang. He clicked his tongue and got up to answer it, and there was Yugamu. About time.

“Good morning, Maruko-kun. I'm here with your reward I promised.”

Gaku was immediately drooling with greed as Yugamu stepped inside. “Aw yeah, thank you based Omokage! Hand it over, hand it over!” No more need to feign humbleness now that he was here. He giggled excitedly as he closed the door and watched those manicured fingers reach into his hakama, but all excitement left his body in a puff of smoke when he saw what came out instead.

“...What the hell are those?”

“Something new I concocted, that I think you'll like,” Yugamu said with a smile as he shook the small pill bottle.

“You - huh? I thought you were gonna, I dunno, pay me!”

Yugamu cocked his head. “When did I ever say that? We don't even have real money here.”

“Well I mean, it's safe to assume with me, right? What else would someone want to owe me besides cold hard cash?”

There came that ominous smile, a glitter in his one visible eye that meant nothing but trouble. Gaku swallowed nervously.

“We all know that's not the only thing you like, Maruko-kun,” Yugami purred. “These are something to guarantee… A good night for a man, one could say. It's a recent personal project of mine that I was planning to keep to myself for a bit, and maybe even sell once we make it back to the TRC. But since you were kind enough to help me out so much the other day, I wanted to give you a free sample.”

Free. One of his favorite words. And ‘a good night for a man’ did admittedly sound appealing, if taken at face value. But these were Yugamu’s standards being talked about here. A good night for him included murdering someone.

Still, if the man in front of him was one thing, he was at least honest about being weird. If these pills were something to turn you inside out, he'd probably at least be frank about it. Plus, he mentioned selling them in the TRC eventually, which probably implied that they were profitable enough to an average population. So Gaku figured he may as well hear him out, and just decline if it wasn't up his alley. “Alright, I'll bite. What do they do?”

“They're a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac, of course.”

“What.”

“That means that they cause illusions and increase your sex dr-”

“I-I know that!” Gaku blushed, unable to believe that this was how the day was turning. “But you can't just say ‘of course' like it's the most obvious thing in the world! And you wanna SELL THEM? Wh-, who would buy something like that, anyway?!”

Yugamu was usually one to keep a calm expression, but at that, he raised his eyebrows and stared down at the shorter man judgmentally. Almost like he was calling Gaku stupid.

“...‘Who would want to buy something to make their brain tell them that their masturbation session was actually sex with someone else instead?’ Are you serious, Maruko-kun?”

…

He had a point.

“Well, okay, but it's still weird to assume it's something I'd want!”

“So you're saying it isn't?” The grin returned.

“I didn't say THAT, I said it's rude to assu- ugh! Okay, okay, whatever, but that doesn't change the fact that it's you who made them, so they probably have a catch!”

Most people would have been offended at an accusation like that. But it only drew a chuckle out of him. “A catch, you say…? Well, I suppose I did enhance them using the Bio Lab’s resources. In fact, I got inspired after doing some reading in our library’s restricted section. It would be too easy to settle for such a simple concept. So yes, they're meant to make the body feel pleasure in ways it usually won't. Hmm, or maybe I should say, can't? And while I hope to eventually expand the product to be more inclusive to any sex, these specific ones target people with penises.”

Gaku immediately narrowed his eyes. “Dude, if these are Pills-That-Make-You-Gay, keep ‘em to yourself.”

Yugamu just laughed, as if Gaku had been joking. “No, though they could help you make some self-discoveries.” He cut off the other man’s attempt at a comeback by clearing his throat, and continued.

“There’s nothing personality-altering in them at all. They’re simply a way to enhance pre-existing desires. But, yes, back to the restricted section research. It’s a rather extensive collection,” ‘Yeah, I know, genius. I'm there all the time.’ “Educational textbooks, traditional erotica, and the like. But I found myself in the history section as well as the kink-heavy novels section.”

“I really don't wanna know what you jerk off to, man!”

“Shh, shh, I'm still getting to the point. I was specifically there because I wanted to gain inspiration to create a new drug using older formulas, and to redefine the limits of human sexuality. And after an evening of searching through-” he suddenly blushed and moaned, “-exquisite materials, I found the combination I was looking for.”

Ugh, this was so weird! He wished this guy wasn't a professional assassin, because if it was literally anyone else he could just tell them to fuck off and get out of his room. There was a chance Yugamu would kill him for it though, so. That would be a bigger pain than being subjected to awkward gay pervert talk. Sirei had already called the state of his room ‘concerning’ - he didn't need it stained with blood, too.

“Firstly, in a land that sounds quite different from the TRC, their gas stations would sometimes stock pills for increasing male sex drives. Specifically they'd offer ones their country’s health departments would usually ban in actual medical settings. Apparently these drugs focused on being long-lasting, rather than enhancing overall performance… So it made me wonder, what exactly could improve overall performance, beyond just stamina? In what ways can the human body surpass its own limits?

“So I began to look into some solutions fantasy erotica had come up with in the past. The one I found most interesting of all is a universe known as the ‘omegaverse’. Have you heard of it?”

“Uh, no.”

“Oh, it's quite fascinating!” Yugamu began to ramble about some shit like ‘second genders’ and something about alphas, which Gaku figured was fancy speak for Chads, but he was admittedly spacing out, just praying to any God that would listen that it would end soon.

“-and those are the physical symptoms that an ‘omega’ experiences while in heat. I know it was probably a lot, did you get all of that?”

“Yeah,” he lied, snapping back to reality.

“Good, good. Then you understand what makes this drug such a unique experience. Altogether, I combined the stamina-increasing properties of those archaic gas station pills, the physical symptoms of an A-B-O society’s omega’s heat, and since this version is meant for solo experiences, it includes a classic psychedelic. Though, if it succeeds, I do think I'd like to expand to making versions for couples as well, without the hallucinogen. So, what do you think? Would you like to be my tester? A free night of pleasure?” Yugamu’s eye narrowed playfully, and he did that weird little thing where he stuck his tongue out while holding his finger up. “I'll even throw in a permanent lifetime discount for them once they hit the market, as thanks.”

Gaku sighed. Seemed like this nightmare was almost over, at least. Being the idiot he was, though, he still had to get one last word in. 

“I still don't really get why you'd think I’d want them.”

Yugamu’s mischievous expression didn't falter. “Well, everyone here knows you're a hopeless pervert, Maruko-kun. So I figured it would be a present you'd like, especially since I'm offering them for free.”

Gaku’s face burned, partially from anger - but mostly from humiliation. “Hold on, you're making me sound like I’m you! I don't need pills to make jerking off feel good! I just gotta think about hot babes! Duh!”

And yet, no matter how hard he tried to push the blue-haired freak’s buttons, all Yugamu gave in response were his annoying sinister giggles.

“Think of them this way then. The hallucinogenic properties of these pills will make the ‘hot babes’ feel real. Is that appealing enough to you?”

Gaku couldn't deny it - in theory, that sounded frickin’ rad. Considering he'd probably die in this stupid war, he'd probably never get the chance to sleep with someone for real. So this could be the closest he'd ever get to scoring the mad pussy he deserved as humanity’s savior.

But damn, wasn't that all too perfect? Even from someone as transparent as Yugamu, there was no way this wasn't some kind of prank. But Yugamu was being so damn insistent that he figured the only way he could get this over with was if he just finally pretended to concede a little.

“Uhh… Y'know what, yeah, appreciate the thought, man. I'll. I'll think about it. Circle back to me later.”

Yugamu gave one last smile and waved before exiting, pocketing the drugs as he left.

Okay. Now to pray that he'd never bring it up ever again.

“Ah, there you are.”

Gaku choked on the cup noodles he was slurping as a voice that came out of nowhere suddenly spoke. His tablemates turned to look over at his coughing fit. Takumi sighed.

“Omokage, you really can't keep sneaking up on people like that,” he chided. Yugamu just chuckled before sitting down.

“Good afternoon, Maruko-kun. I just wanted to circle back about my offer. I have the pills with me now, if you'd like.” He pulled out the bottle and dangled it in his hand, smiling.

He'd only just finished coughing before Yugamu had him sputtering again. “D-dude, what- I said later! And obviously not here!” He hissed. Unfortunately, the interest of the rest of the table was already piqued.

“Hey, Maruko, you’re not having Omokage make you drugs, are you?” Tsubasa asked with a frown. “You know we have to allocate our resources to benefit all of us.”

His face blanched, and he opened his mouth to try to explain that no, Yugamu was just being a freaky pervert, when an unamused sigh interrupted him.

“Oh, so Maruko finally decided to do something about how physically inferior he is?” Hiruko said. “Most respectable people would just go and train instead, but if steroids are the best you can do, I suppose it's better than nothing.”

“Oh, I bet it's for something MUCH worse!” Kurara joined in, her mask turning red. “I bet it's a mix of size-enhancing pills for his obviously small pecker, and knock-out pills for all of the women here so he can have his way with them!” 

“Guys, knock it off!” ‘Thank GOD Takumi is such a bro! He’ll stick up for me!’ “I'm sure Maruko has a good reason for needing some help, right?” ‘Nevermind, dude! Fuck you!’

He tried to yell out a rebuttal to all of their bullshit, but Yugamu’s sinister chuckling behind him cut him off.

“No, no, this is actually a personal project of mine,” he explained. “Nothing bad or poisonous at all, just a serotonergic hallucinogen. Since Maruko-kun helped out so much during the exploration mission a few days ago, I thought I'd offer them to him as a gift. And it hasn't been long since our last invader attack, so the quicker he is to spend an evening taking them, the more likely he won't be incapacitated during a battle.”

“That's not the full story at all! You didn't tell them about all the other weird stuff-”

He went quiet when he saw the girls exchanging mischievous glances with each other. 

Ohhh no.

“Ha,” Hiruko softly laughed. “So Omokage was kind enough to make you a gift, and you're too rude to accept it?”

“I thought your whole thing was taking anything you can get, you greedy little urchin!” Kurara cackled. “Maybe they'll get you so high that you can believe you're a worthwhile human being!”

“No! That's not- Sumino, dude, back me up!” But their team leader just pursed his lips and looked behind him, pretending not to see the targeted harassment campaign in front of him. Gah, authority figures could never be trusted! The bourgeoisie could never be bros-geoisie!

“Aww, Maruko, look. You're making Omokage so sad,” Tsubasa said, stifling a giggle.

He turned around to look. Yugamu was wearing the exact same calm smile he had the entire time. “Oh, yes. I'm very sad,” he said cheerfully.

Gaku was floored. “You guys are saying you trust him? Trust that these won't kill me? He frickin’ asks to torture us all the time!”

“Well, he's more trustworthy and reliable than you,” Kurara snickered.

“Agh! I can't believe you people! Everyone here but me is a freak!” His jaw hung slack as he pulled at his hair in frustration. “I'm being ganged up on because I don't want my organs to dissolve while my brain imagines an, I dunno, a squid or something is eating me! What did I freaking do to deserve this?!”

But then Tsubasa caught him off guard, as she sighed wistfully, twirling some of her ponytail in her finger. “Aww… I guess you're just,” she looked over at him with a small pout. “Not brave enough, Gaku.”

…

The bottle was snatched out of Yugamu’s hand quick as lightning, and in a flash Gaku had popped them in his mouth and washed them down with his glass of water. As he finished chugging, he coughed and slammed the cup down like a tantrumming child. “Guhh, there! Are you guys happy?!”

The girls were now howling with laughter, but at least Tsubasa had the decency to nod. Takumi was still looking away, but his lips were pursed and cheeks full of air, which was almost more of a dickish move considering he couldn't even be open about reveling in Gaku’s humiliation. 

And Yugamu was just… Staring at him, grimacing.

“...What?!”

“Ah, well, you were supposed to take those while alone in your own room, in case of any,” Yugamu cleared his throat. “Side effects. Did I not mention that they're fast acting?”

“Fast… Acting?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK–!!

“I HATE YOU GUYS! I HATE YOU!!” Tears were beginning to spill as he bolted out of his seat. He truly had the world's most rotten luck. “You jerks better put my noodles in the fridge!” He cried over his shoulder. "I'm not wasting any food cuz of something as stupid as peer pressure!”

His body already felt weird. Everything was getting warm, and he hadn't even reached the roof. What the hell fast acting chemical had that freak put in those things? More importantly, did he land on his head when his birth mother threw him away when he was a baby? Is that what made him stupid enough to take these pills in the first place?

By the time he was at the top of the stairs, his breathing sounded like he'd just worked through eight dinner rushes at the same time. His room felt like it was a mile away, all the way at the end, and he genuinely wasn't sure how he'd make it. These were poison, they had to be. He was sweating like a pig, face red, and his legs wouldn't stop shaking. Not to mention the heat. His whole body had already been feeling hot, but as time went on, it became more and more concentrated in his lower abdomen. His boxers were starting to feel weirdly moist, and he unfortunately wasn't positive that it was all sweat.

When he finally made it inside, he stumbled around all of the trash littering his floor before flopping on his bed. What he really wanted to do was shower or go puke up the toxins infecting him, but he could barely stand. He groaned as he curled in on himself, feeling disgusting and sticky, but even just the slightest movement of fabric against his crotch drew a moan out of him. He hadn't even touched himself, and he could feel that he was rock hard.

He had to get his clothes off. It was just too hot and his pants were already feeling tight. He lifted himself up enough to wiggle out of his shirt. Even just the lightest brushing up against his nipples made him whimper, something that had never happened to him before. Finally, with a shaky lift of his hips, he pushed down his pants and underwear. When he caught a glimpse of his boxers, they were TOTALLY soaked and darkened. It was mortifying enough to see that the fly was already stained with his precum - and a quick glance down at his below-average-sized dick showed that it had no intention of calming down on that front anytime soon - but even worse was how wet the back was. Had he really sweat that much?

Biting his lip, he rolled onto his side and reached his hand to his backside. He wasn't going to touch himself there or anything! He just needed to see how bad it was.

Oh God, it wasn't sweat, it was - it was like LUBE or something! And pressing his fingers just a little further in made it clear that it was coming out of his ass. It was slick and his hole felt weirdly loose, but worst of all, just brushing his fingers against it to check made him moan! It felt good! Too good! Yugamu was a liar. These WERE Gay Pills! He hadn't mentioned anything like that - well - suddenly he was remembering a few weird words that had stuck out while he was spacing out during the Chad-verse or whatever ramble. ‘Omega slick’, ‘heat’...? But he could barely think with how goddamn horny he was. Any attempt at using his brain was just immediately overpowered by a distracting twitch of his dick.

He finally forced himself up. He needed to make himself puke the drugs up before anything got worse, and then immediately wash all of these disgusting body fluids off of him. And then he'd go kill Yugamu in whatever way the freak would find the least sexy-

“Hey, Maruko-kun, where’re you going? You're not just gonna leave me here, are you?”

He froze. That… That was Tsubasa’s voice.

Slowly he turned around, and sitting where his pillows usually were was, undeniably, Tsubasa. Wearing nothing but a loose, cropped tank top, only covering enough to still give him a peak of her underboob. He swallowed, eyes going lower. Her entire sexy stomach was out, and even though she was sitting with her bare legs crossed, he couldn’t see any sort of waistband on her hips. He was slack jawed at her figure, and she just smiled and giggled at him.

“Ka, Ka, Kawana?” He sputtered out.

Maybe they weren't Gay Pills. The babe in front of him was enough to distract from whatever the hell was happening with his ass.

“Heh, I guess you were brave enough!” Tsubasa said cheerfully, clapping her hands together. “Y'know, I really like that in a guy… I'm impressed with you, Gaku.” The praise hit him like Cupid’s arrow, and his mouth curled up into a flustered grin.

“W-well, uh, yeah!” He cleared his throat. “A-anything for you, Tsubasa! I could never let you down!”

She smiled fondly and got on her knees to present more of her body to him. He had been right, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He couldn’t help but focus on how her pubes matched her hair color. It was charming in a way he couldn’t put into words. When she chuckled and rolled her shoulders back, his attention snapped back up to her face. Was that an invitation to touch her? He tentatively raised his hands, waiting for her to decline or reveal this was all a prank, but all Tsubasa responded with was a seductive batting of her eyelashes.

When he grabbed for her, for a moment, she was gone. Instead, his hands were just clutching one of his pillows. But one confused blink later and she was back, now fully topless, blushing at his hands cupping her large breasts. The sound of her cute gasp immediately erased any thoughts of what reality could have been. The only reality that mattered was the one where he had titties in his hands.

“Oh, I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he said, doing his best to imitate the suavest lines he’d heard in porn. He heard a moan in response to him, the dashing debonair preparing to ravage her, as he slowly lowered her onto her back. If only he had his DJ set up in here, he could blast some hella sexy tunes to really set the mood.

Sure, he had never done this before, but… He could try, right? Plus, she seemed so into him right now that it felt like anything he did would be good enough for her. Still, he figured that girls probably liked foreplay. And he wouldn’t complain about getting to touch her more. Gaku went back to groping at her breasts, savoring every single moan that came out of her mouth like it was music.

“Gaku,” Tsubasa finally gasped. “I wanna be one with you.”

Something in his brain must have broken at that, as he had to let go to wipe away drool and the beginning of a nosebleed. All he could do was nod, totally speechless at the stunning beauty spreading her legs open for him, inviting him to fuck her pretty pink pussy.

“Can you make me feel good, Gaku?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Y-yeah, I can, Tsubasa.”

Swallowing nervously, he took his cock and lined it up to her entrance. It slid in with no resistance, and the two of them cried out together from the pleasure.

He was inside her. He was having sex.

Her face looked so hot, blushing and panting, blonde hair surrounding it like a halo. Gaku couldn’t stop looking into those beautiful eyes of hers as he began thrusting slowly. His hands found their way to her shapely waist, getting a handful of that tummy he’d been fantasizing about since the day he first saw her. The touch made her voice hitch, a sign he could only interpret as her being sensitive there, which just spurred him on to fuck into her even harder.

The couple continued like that for a while, the only sound in the room being the squeaking of his mattress and their breathless ‘ah, ah, ah’s. But he could tell he was reaching his peak and wouldn’t last much longer. “Tsubasa, I’m close,” he moaned.

“Ahn, are, hah, you gonna cum in me, Gaku…?”

“D-don’t worry! I'll pull out!” He tried to frame it as being polite, so she'd think he was sooo nice and considerate, but God, he just had to cum on her stomach. The excitement of it made him thrust harder and faster, their synchronized moans increasing in volume together.

“Gaku, I’m, I’m close! I'm gonna come!,” she exclaimed, voice high and needy. Gaku knew he had to hold out just a little longer, let her come before he finished outside of her. “C-come for me, baby,” he gasped, his thrusting losing any sort of rhythm. She cried out, hips bucking, and once her wail ceased he couldn't keep it in anymore. His hips pulled back and he took himself in his hand, jerking himself off harder than he ever had, finally letting out a loud groan as he shot his load onto her belly.

He took a moment to admire the view as they both breathed heavily. Finally, exhaustion overtook him, and his eyes closed as his head fell.

“That was so good, Gaku,” he heard whispered directly into his ear. His eyes shot open - was her face close enough to kiss him?! But no beautiful face greeted him, and instead all he saw was his dick on top of his now soiled pillow.

That's right, the pills. That had been an illusion.

But God, it felt so real. It was amazing. He may as well had just actually fucked the actual Kawana Tsubasa. He couldn't help but smile giddily as he reached for the tissue box he kept next to his bed. He'd just had sex with Kawana Tsubasa. And she’d loved it, and told him he did a good job.

Gaku was still dreamily giggling while he wiped up the mess on his pillow. As he tossed the dirty tissue on the floor, he had to admit it: Yugamu was officially the GOAT. That had been the best nut he'd EVER busted.

“W-wait, Maruko, you're not… You’re not done, are you…? Hic, hic, weh…! I must not be pretty enough…!”

He jumped at the sound of another familiar voice. There was already another figure in place of his stained pillow. This one was much smaller comparably (both in height and lack of curves), and for a moment Gaku didn't even recognize who it was supposed to be. And why was she crying already? But then the memory of a tomato mask slipping off came back to him, revealing that cute little face, whimpering little voice-

“AWW YEAH!” He exclaimed at the unmasked Kurara in front of him. He was so blessed that his memory had a good attention to detail when it came to cute girls!

But he'd already cum - why was he still seeing things? Yugamu’s talk about ‘stamina’ and ‘long-lasting’ echoed in his head. He grinned, beginning to drool. This was gonna be the best night of his life. His dick was already hard again from hype.

Unlike Tsubasa, Kurara was wearing a lacy white bra and panties combo. It reminded him of bridal lingerie. Like it was their wedding night or something. His nervous, blushing bride.

“No!! Don't worry!! You're definitely pretty enough!!” He was panting like a dog. “C'mon!! Let's do it!! Let's do it!!”

He blinked, and she was gone. Was his brain cucking him?! But then he heard her quiet little sniffles below him, and there she was on her knees in front of his bed. Those shimmering blue eyes were looking up at him pitifully, batting eyelashes beckoning him over. He readily accepted the invitation and scooched over until his dick was level with her trembling lips.

“I-it’s so big,” she mewled, blushing at the sight of it. The praise hit him so hard that he involuntarily let out a happy noise. A girl thought his dick was big! “I-I don't know if I can take it all…!”

“You can do it, I know you can,” he reassured her. After all, he was way too impatient for her to take her time. He quickly grabbed the base of his cock, and brought the tip of it to her lips. What had just been his own hand was now her dainty manicured fingers holding him, and with a final nervous squeal she took the tip in her mouth as she began to pump his length.

Gaku moaned at the sensation, throwing his head back. “Fuck, yeah baby, just like that…” He thought about grabbing her hair to face fuck her a little, but after how hard he'd plowed that pillo- Tsubasa, he was content with this one being a lot more passive.

With a hitch of his breath, he looked down at the cute girl servicing him, and tried to flash her the sexiest smile he could. Her blush deepened, and the pace of her delicate hand quickened. Blue eyes closed as she tentatively began giving the head of his cock little kitten licks, lapping up the pre-cum he was leaking.

“Ma, Maruko-”

“Heh. Call me Gaku, babe.”

“-Gaku!” she meekly squeaked out. “You taste so good, Gaku… I-I’m gonna get addicted to your cum!” God, life was worth living.

Kurara once again took him in her mouth, deeper this time, still continuing her handjob. Fuck, he wouldn't last much longer. Still, there was no way he wasn't going to take advantage of having some semblance of power over this rich bitch.

“Aw yeah, that's a good girl,” Gaku muttered. He heard a muffled moan in response to the praise. “You, uh,” Okay, his mind was starting to blank some. Fuck, he didn't have much longer, what other hot things could he say? “You were made for me. Your mouth, I mean. It's like. …My cum dumpster.” Her head bobbing faster meant that his sexy words must have been working. He had reached his limit, and couldn't hold back his moans. “I'm cumming, Kurara! Take it, take my cum!”

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew his cum was actually shooting onto his floor, but all he could see was it painting her adorable face with white streaks while she cried out. Gaku was breathing heavily, admiring the view, until her form began to fade away. He let go of his cock, fell back on the bed, and stared at his ceiling as he caught his breath. It hadn't exhausted him as much as fucking Tsubasa had, but he definitely still needed a breather before his next ‘guest’ arrived. Maybe he could take a short nap in between… His eyelids were starting to feel heavy…

“Who said you could sleep right after you DEFILED my visage, you disgusting cretin?!”

Gaku yelped and scrambled up. The voice may have been the same, but its tone was so different that he dreaded what he was about to see. In an instant the tomato mask came into view, just a floating head without a body.

“Oh God, I'm tripping,” he whimpered. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and his heart rate accelerated into overdrive. He wanted to bury his face in his pillow and wait for it to be over, but his body was truly paralyzed. The head grew larger and closer while his breathing quickened into hyperventilation, he could taste bile at the back of his throat-

Then suddenly, the mask was back to its normal size, and had a body attached. Kurara was no longer wearing the angelic bridal lingerie from before. Now, her petite chest was only censored by two black tape X’s covering her nipples. In lieu of underwear, she was wearing something that made a shiver run up Gaku’s spine. A black harness of a strap-on, wielding a dildo the same shade of green as her mask.

“How DARE you put your ugly little chode within a meter of my mouth! Within a meter of me!,” she barked. With nothing but panicked adrenaline pumping through him, all Gaku could do was desperately plead, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” his thoughts foggy with dread. (And also lust for what was in front of him. Which. Concerned him.)

“Hah, you think begging is enough to earn my forgiveness? But, I suppose it's probably all you know how to do, you desperate filthy pervert.”

The words should have been offensive to him. They'd be offensive to any man in his right mind with a shred of pride. So why was his dick twitching? Why was he back to panting like a dog, instead of telling her to piss off?

“I-I can make it up to you, Oosuzuki-sama!” -Sama? Where had that come from? But it felt… Right. He'd disrespected her, after all. What had made him think that he'd had any right to cum on her face? He was just small, poor, pitiful Gaku, not even deserving of the visions he was being blessed with. “I'll do anything! Please just forgive me!” Were those tears he felt at the corners of his eyes?

“Anything, hm? Then let’s start with you rolling on your back and barking for me like the mutt you are.”

Gaku tried to convince himself that this was just the pills giving him a bad trip, and definitely not something his own desires were coming up with, making his dick throb with. So, uh, if he listened to what she said, it’d be over with quicker, right? That’s what he tried to tell himself as he laid back. He brought his hands up to his chin like they were little paws, and let out a tentative, “W-woof?”

Kurara sighed. If the mask’s eyes could roll, they definitely would be.

“I’m not surprised that that’s the best you can do. I suppose I’ll be nice enough and settle. It would almost be too cruel to expect anything better than the bare minimum from you. But I better not hear a single word come out of your mouth, do you understand?”

He whined and nodded.

“Good. Then get ready to be mounted, you bitch.” Her small hand took a hold of her strap, and the mask gave a menacing grin. “Prep yourself for me so I don’t have to get my hands filthy.”

“...?!” Gaku stiffened, almost exclaiming out a protest before remembering his rules. He bit his lip to hold back, but his paws- hands remained where they were. He had never done anything like that before. Never touched himself there. Even with the weird fluid coming out of it right now, would it hurt? And the idea of doing it in front of a girl was just too humiliating.

He tried to appeal to her, giving the best puppy dog eyes he could muster while whining, but she just scoffed. “Oh, so you want me to just go ahead and jam it in then?”

He yipped and shook his head no, taking a deep breath as he slowly lowered one of his hands down to his ass. He could do this. Oosuzuki-sama wanted him to, after all. And he said he’d do anything for her.

He spread his legs as one finger began to cautiously circle against his hole. He couldn’t hold back a moan, it felt so much better than he could have ever guessed. Swallowing and shutting his eyes, he pushed his index finger inside of himself, the wetness letting him slide right in. With heavy breathing, he slowly pushed it in and out, trying to go deeper each time.

Suddenly he felt fuller, and he choked as he opened his eyes. Instead of his fingers, Kurara had begun pegging him at a slow pace. It was going deeper, and it took the remaining little brain power he had left to remember he wasn’t allowed to talk and beg for more. So instead, he just continued to whine, raising his hips to allow easier entry. Wiggling them slightly like he was wagging a little tail. It seemed to please her, for her pace increased, and what appeared to be a blush was forming on the mask’s cheeks.

“Does it feel that good? Does my pup want to cum on my strap?” He let out a yip, tongue beginning to hang out as he panted. He could tell he was close, and his cock hadn’t even been touched.

“Then I suppose I can be generous enough to allow it. Cum for me, dog.”

With those final words, she thrust deep enough and hit some part of his ass that had him seeing stars. His hips bucked up as he cried out, wanting to experience the feeling forever, seed shooting out of his cock and onto his stomach.

When his orgasm finished, he felt like he had been drowning. He took a deep breath, oxygen helping him regain the little sanity he still had. Gaku pulled out his two fingers and held them up, staring at the slick that coated them.

He’d cum… Just from fingering his asshole. What the hell had Yugamu put in those things?

Whatever it was, they definitely had to be the reason he had acted… Like that. Apparently a specific chemical formula existed to make a human act like a dog. (It was one of the least convincing things he’d ever tried to justify to himself - and he’d done a lot of that throughout his whole life - but he needed to take any chance he had to retain any shreds of dignity he’d have left after the night.)

Gaku groaned as he finally managed to sit back up, knowing that he needed to clean up his stomach before his cum dried any more. He tried to ignore the fact that his dick was still hard even after that. Because that definitely had to be the last one, right? It had to end on that kind of weird and crazy note. There was no way his brain could come up with anything else.

After wadding up the tissue and dropping it on the floor next to the other one, Gaku only felt the sensation of his back being comfortingly rubbed when a voice rang in his ear. “Hey, Maruko, it's okay… Don't be embarrassed. That's just how Oosuzuki is, y'know? Don't take it too personally. You're still cool in my book, man.”

He stiffened. That voice was way too deep for someone who should be materializing on his bed.

Takumi was sitting next to him, gazing at him fondly while having his go-to sweet smile plastered on his face as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “Hey bro, I think I know what could make you feel better. What if you did me in the ass like how she just did you? Then they cancel each other out!”

“Wh- wha- HUH?!”

The figure just continued to sit there and smile at him. And for some reason, the gentle look on his face, his toned shirtless torso, and the bulge he could see forming in the boxer briefs…

It was making his heart race.

‘No,’ the conservative part of his brain tried to scold through all the fog. ‘You can't do it with Takumi. You're straight, Gaku. This must be the Gay Pills talking.’

“...Okay! S-sure! L-let’s do it!,” his heart and soul exclaimed.

Fuck. No going back now.

“Awesome! Man, I'm so excited.” Takumi just let out his dopey little chuckle as he began to wiggle out of his underwear. Gaku tried not to stare at his dick, but he couldn’t help it. And he also couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy at it. Man, why did his brain have to make Takumi bigger than him? Couldn’t it at least grant him that confidence booster? Or maybe his subconscious was just way too aware of his size to ever let him deny it.

But there wasn't much time for him to focus on his dick, because soon it was Takumi’s ass that was the center of attention. And that was something Gaku couldn't even try to not stare at. He had already gotten on his hands and knees, seemingly beyond eager to take Gaku in him.

Getting on his own knees to mount Takumi was admittedly painful. His body was so exhausted. Fucking Tsubasa had been a lot on its own, but then following up with two more consecutive orgasms sure as hell didn't help. But his dick didn't seem to care, standing at full mast as he shuffled towards his raised backside.

“You ready, Maruko?” He asked.

“Don’t you need to prep first?” Gaku mumbled, looking away with the embarrassment of even knowing he needed to suggest that. But all he heard was a soft laugh. “What do you mean, dude? I’m always ready to take you.” A shake of Takumi’s hips was enough to distract Gaku from thinking about it too long.

Takumi sighed with bliss as the other man spread his cheeks open. Gaku hated to admit it, but his asshole… Was cute. Yeah, he couldn't deny it anymore, men could be cute. Men’s asses could be cute, and hot, and fuckable. And by accepting that, he'd be able to just take this experience and enjoy it.

With one hand gripping Takumi’s shoulder, he lined up his cock to the hole, and pushed. Takumi had been right, he was taking him just as easily as Tsubasa had. A bit tighter, sure, but nothing that had either of them crying out in pain. “Oh, I feel so full, Maruko,” he sighed happily, pushing his hips back a bit to take him in even more. “You're really good at this, man.” He couldn't help but smile and give a pathetic whimper at the praise. He even gave one harder thrust - a way to ‘reward’ their team leader for showing his appreciation. In that moment, he got to be top dog, be the one to make the hot guy every girl wanted moan in pleasure. And most importantly, that same guy everyone wanted? He’d chosen Gaku above the rest.

He was starting to feel boneless from exertion, and couldn't stop himself from falling forward, having to balance himself on the wall with his hands to keep himself from completely falling over. His chest was smashed against Takumi’s back, their bodies so close that every thrust made a plapping noise, he even felt their balls smacking together. Gaku’s only regret was that he just barely couldn't get close enough to his face to pull him into a kiss.

“You're fucking me so good. I'm close just from this,” the man below him moaned. “Hey, Maruko, let's cum together, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” Gaku replied, eyes fluttering as he continued losing any sort of control over his body. “Let's, let's- Suminooo…” He didn't even really know what had come over him in that moment. But the words started spilling from his mouth. “Y-you really think I did a good job? Promise…?”

“This is the best I've ever had,” he moaned. The praise was affecting him so much that he couldn't even be jealous of the implication that this wasn't his first time. Instead, he just bit his lip and thrust harder, harder, harder, until he exclaimed “Fuck, I'm cumming–!!”

“Me too!” And at that, Gaku cried out and fully pressed into him deep as he came. He heard Takumi moan and orgasm below him, and as they both came down from their high, his breathing got further, and further, and further away… Until Gaku released his grip on the wall, letting his limp body fall.

This time he didn't even bother cleaning up the cum-stained pillow. He just kept it squeezed between his legs as he melted into his bed face-first. It was like some of his brain had shot out of his dick, he was so out of it.

Okay. He'd let himself be a little gay, if it was for his man Takumi. He closed his eyes, wondering if maybe the drug could grant him the sensation of his bro cuddling up next to him.

Instead, it gave him something else. “Giving up already?” He wasn't even surprised by the sudden sound of a different voice at this point. He immediately recognized it, and it made his (somehow still hard) dick twitch. That was the voice of someone he thought he could only ever pray to be in his bedroom. The feeling of a pillow was replaced by long, firm legs intertwining with his own, and when he turned his head, there was Shizuhara Hiruko laying right next to him. Already completely naked except for her glasses.

“N, no,” he croaked out. Gaku brought his face closer to hers, desperately hoping he could kiss those beautiful lips, but she had vanished. He slowly raised his head, trembling as he searched for her, until he saw her kneeling next to his legs.

“Head in my lap, then.” It was a command, not a request, and he barely managed to drag his exhausted body over in order to obey. At least this one seemed like it might be more relaxing. He was too distracted by her calculating gaze looking down at him, the curve of her breasts hanging over his face, to care too much about the sticky sensation he felt on the hair of the back of his head. She gave an approving hum, long painted nails gently stroking his jaw.

But Hiruko wasn't the only new part of this scenario. Out of nowhere, even with the fuzziness of his mental state, Gaku’s body felt… Different.

He moaned as he pinched at his nipple - as Shizuhara tweaked his nipple - and it suddenly felt better than ever before. Softer, too? His usually flat chest had a plushness to it that he'd never felt before. He found himself kneading the area around his other nipple, and without realizing it his voice was sounding higher, and his lower body felt… Smaller…?

“Do you like that, Maruko?” Gaku heard in Hiruko’s sultry voice. Something about the overannunciation of the last syllable felt purposeful, but he couldn't figure out why. All he could do was make a high-pitched whine, feeling a hand moving down from his lips, to his newly grown breasts, down their tummy, and finally to their abdomen… But they didn't feel their dick anymore, no, Hiruko’s delicate fingers were going further, now to a place that was just hot and moist. Like it… Like it was…

“Your pussy is so wet for me, Maruko-chan,” the other woman purred, and Gaku felt fingers enter hi- her, and let out a cry.

“Shizuhara-samaaa…” She sounded like Darumi of all people, but how could anyone blame her? In just a split second Gaku had become a woman. It felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and Hiruko was already fingering her nice and deep. Searching for all her most sensitive spots. Claiming her.

Her eyes closed in pleasure. Yuri was real! No longer was she just a spectator, but now a full fledged participant!

“There, there, that's a good girl,” she heard. “Can you make me feel good too, baby girl?” She felt gentle pressure on her lips, realized it must have been Hiruko’s breast, and immediately started suckling for dear life. Gaku had always fantasized that a nursing handjob would be amazing, but now she knew that a nursing fingering was true Heaven.

She cried out again as Hiruko’s fingers brushed up against a particularly sensitive spot. “Shizuhara-sama!! Th-that’s, that’s-” ‘my g-spot,’ she tried to sputter out, but was cut off by the pressure against the bundle of nerves being increased.

“-Sama, hmmm…? Maruko-chan, isn't there something even better you could say? Something that sounds similar? Come on, baby girl, you can think of it…”

Her brain was foggy from the overstimulation. Thinking of words was impossible. Gaku heard a chiding click of the tongue as Hiruko’s fingers slowed down. She must not have been pleased by Gaku’s silence. The pause was agonizing, but at least gave her time to think. When it finally hit her, she pulled away from Hiruko’s breast with a ditzy smile.

“...Mama!” Gaku exclaimed with a happy gasp, feeling proud of herself for figuring it out. “Shizuhara-Mama…!” She opened her eyes and saw Hiruko’s bespectacled ones looking down at her fondly.

“Good girl.” The praise made her core feel even warmer, somehow. Heheh… Shizuhara-Mama was happy with her…

With a content noise, Hiruko allowed her little pet to continue sucking her tits and sped her fingers up. Mama, huh… It WAS like she was nursing right now, after all. What would the real Hiruko taste like? Probably the most heavenly ambrosia. But the fantasies were cut short, because Gaku was close, so close, she didn't even know where the pressure was coming from but she knew it felt good. 

“Come for me,” came the final request - command - with one last hit to that special spot. She felt a push and the sensation of warm liquid both spilling from her hole and squirting onto her stomach. Hiruko’s fingers pulled out, followed by one more quiet “That’s a good little girl”.

And then Gaku was alone again, their fingers coated in the slick the drugs had produced, gasping for air after yet another one of the best orgasms they'd ever had in their life. They were vaguely aware that apparently they had some kind of penis again. That must have been what came on their tummy. Or was that somehow Hiruko’s cum…? Could Hiruko cum? …Was Gaku kinda a girl? Everything felt hazy. All they knew was that that whole session had felt really, really good. Huh. They… She? He?- Would unpack that later. Maybe for now it'd be easier to be a boy, at least for a few more hours. Hell, Yugamu could probably help with that dilemma later if he needed, right?

Speak of the devil, suddenly Gaku heard the assassin's voice. It was further away, rather than on the bed, which was different from the rest. Was his next ‘visitor’ going to be Yugamu? Gaku faltered. Sure, he’d done stuff with a Takumi earlier, but that was totally uh, bro sex. Yugamu wasn't bro-tier the way Takumi was.

…But Gaku wasn't exactly positive about how ‘bro’-tier he himself was anymore, either. Not after that last experience.

He was so lost in the tar pit of his musings (and still recovering from his last session) that he didn't even hear the “I'm just checking up on you”, repeated knocking, and finally the sound of a door opening.

“Ah, unlocked…? I suppose you were in a rush…”

Yugamu was fully dressed, oddly enough. He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes laid upon Gaku’s form on the bed. Man, why was his brain being such a tease right now? Yugamu should have been the kind to pin him down and fuck him raw and make it hurt, not like Gaku wanted that or anything (okay fuck maybe he did), but no, he was just standing there, staring.

Alright, make this one trickier, fine. He already came pretty easily the last five times, he could cope with having to work a bit harder for his next fuck.

“Omokageee! Yaaay,” Gaku exclaimed, still panting from his last orgasm. His wet hand raised to wave at the apparition, but he frowned when it still wasn't coming over.

“...Omokage,” he whined. “C’mere… Take me… Oh!! Shizuhara-Mama taught me something! Do you want me to call you Omokage-Papa…? Huhuhu… Omokage-Papa… Fits you…” His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and the exhaustion was making him slur his words.

But Yugamu still wasn't coming over, and Gaku was too fucked out to make any real physical effort. All he could muster were high-pitched bratty whines. “What, you don’t like Omokage-Papa…? Uuu… I can just do Daddy! Do you like Daddy?” His lip began to tremble. “C-can I, pleeease say Daddy…?” Even if the gender stuff was confusing to process, something he definitely couldn't deny was how that part of the Hiruko session permanently altered his brain. Orphan with a mommy and daddy kink? Almost laughably predictable.

At some point he'd started tearing up and sniffling, but was interrupted by a familiar quiet cough - the handsome man’s charming tic. He wiped at his eyes and lazily cheered as the figure finally approached. Yugamu inspected the bed, and Gaku giggled at how hot he looked even with the scary eyepatch. “Yaaay, that means yes! C’mere, Daddy!”

Maybe his brain was starting to get a bit lazy from how fucked out it was, because the hallucination didn't bother responding to that, and instead just began mumbling to himself. “...Well. Based on the amount of fluids here, it seems my formula worked,” he muttered after another clearing of his throat. “You certainly are a bit… Eccentric right now, Maruko.” (Heheh. Maruko. Maru-ko. That felt so extra special now.) “Did I mix up an ingredient somewhere along the way to make this a bit more neurologically impacting?” Finally, the face gave a soft, but mischievous, smile. “...Or maybe, perhaps, this is who you've been all along-”

“Aghh, too much talking!” Gaku cut him off, pulling him down on the bed. “Just fuck me already!”

Yugamu was caught off guard as Gaku began peeling away at his clothes. His body felt so real, and Gaku’s brain was REALLY teasing him with how especially realistic the sheer amount of layers he had on were. But as he stripped the stiff figure more and more, he was blessed with the vision of heavily scarred skin that looked more detailed than he ever could have imagined. From his neck, to his arms, to under his pecs, to the one long one down his whole abdomen, to just more and more and more as Gaku hungrily laid him bare. By the end of it, all that he could focus on was Yugamu’s uniquely large, pierced, and testicle-less cock standing erect, as well as the hallucination’s red face.

Gaku’s breathing quickened as he pathetically pushed at the naked body. Thankfully, being able to lay down and just take it from Hiruko had helped him regain a little bit of his energy. “Daddyyy,” he whined, pressing their chests together, drooling. “A-are you, gonna lemme do it with you…?”

But the only response he got was the face’s one visible eye blinking in confusion. Gaku pouted, wondering why this one was being so difficult. The rest had been so excited to be with him… Was he still an undesirable loser even in his fantasies…?

“P, please?" He managed to choke out, pleading at the figure in front of him. The tears were threatening to spill again. He tried to tempt him by rubbing his smaller dick against the large one (God the drug was amazing, he could even feel the metal of the piercings against him). Yugamu moaned and leaned back some at the sensation, eye closing.

“Maruko-kun, that,” the voice was strained. “That would be…” He licked his lips, and a small chuckle escaped. “Unethical.”

“But I want it,” he whined.

Yugamu gave a hum of acknowledgement as it finished laying down. The pause he was taking felt like an eternity, and Gaku was sure he would burst into tears if it went a moment longer. But finally, he heard the voice speak.

“…Then prove it and beg, boy.”

Gaku smiled and gasped. This was his chance to show how good and obedient he could be! “Please! Please, Daddy!” His voice was strained and desperate, and a tear slid down his cheek. “I-I'm just a pathetic slut who needs your cock! I'm already nice and stretched out so you can just fuck me right away! I won't be boring and make you wait! You can fuck me however you want, as long as you want, just give it to me and I'll make you feel good! Cum in my hole, make me yours! Please! Pleeease!!”

The figure didn't bother responding, as instead Gaku just felt his legs swinging to straddle him. It almost felt like he was being pulled into it. He gave a happy little moan at the silent consent, and immediately began positioning to lower himself onto Yugamu. He must have grabbed a makeshift dildo at some point while blacked out between orgasms, because the tip against his entrance felt so real, so hot, and it couldn't have been his own hands as they were both too busy gripping onto the other man’s shoulders for dear life. Yugamu let out a defeated sigh, and gently pushed his hips upwards. Gaku cried out in pure ecstasy, eyes rolling back, tongue too heavy to even stay in his mouth, and immediately started bouncing on his cock. “Fhank ya Daddy, fhank ya, fhank ya…!”

He thought that he'd heard “I suppose this can be considered hands-on product testing” from below him through all his moaning, but he couldn't spare even a moment to think about what that could mean. All Gaku would, and could, focus on right now was just how goddamn good and lucky his life was.