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๐•Ž๐”ธโ„โ„•๐•€โ„•๐”พ
(โš ๏ธŽ) ๐•’๐•”๐•”๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–แต’โฟแต‰
๐•œ๐•š๐••๐•ค ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•“๐•ฆแต—สทแต’
๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ-๐•”๐•’๐•ค๐•– ๐•ค๐•”๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๐• แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•—๐• ๐• ๐••แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜แถ โฑแต›แต‰
๐•ค๐•๐•–๐•–๐•กหขโฑหฃ
๐•ฃ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•œ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐•”๐•ฆ๐••๐••๐•๐•–๐•คแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐•’๐•ž๐•’๐•ซ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜โฟโฑโฟแต‰
๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅแต—แต‰โฟ
๐••๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–แต‰หกแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐•“๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•™แต—สทแต‰หกแต›แต‰
๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•œแต—สฐโฑสณแต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–-๐•˜๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•คแถ แต’แต˜สณแต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿแถ โฑแถ แต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
๐• ๐•œ๐•’๐•ชหขโฑหฃแต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
๐•ค๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
๐•ž๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•’๐•˜๐•–แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
(โ˜…) ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—แต‰แต‰โฟ
(โ˜…) ๐•ž๐•’๐•ž๐•’แต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ
๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–แต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค-๐•ฆ๐•กแต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•คแต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•“๐•๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅแต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•ก๐•–๐•ฃ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–แต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
๐•ฅ๐•–๐•’ ๐•œ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•–แต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•คแต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
(โ˜…) ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐••๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐••แต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐• ๐•›๐•–๐•”๐•ฅแต—สทแต‰โฟแต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
๐•”๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ
๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ƒ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
๐••๐• ๐•”๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃแต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
(โ˜…) ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•คแต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•ž๐•–แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
(โ˜…) ๐•—๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅแต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
๐•ž๐•ช ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•™๐• ๐•ž๐•–แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•’๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—๐•š๐•ค๐•™แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐•”๐•’๐•๐• ๐•ž๐•–แต—สฐโฑสณแต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
(โ˜…) ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•š ๐•ค๐•’๐•ชแถ แต’สณแต—สธ
๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฃ๐•š๐••๐•–แถ แต’สณแต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•คแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐••๐• ๐•ฆ๐•“๐•ฅแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•“๐•–๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•๐•–แถ แต’สณแต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐•œแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ ๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
(โ˜…) ๐•ž๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•–๐•ฃแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
(โ˜…) ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•จแถ แต’สณแต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
๐•ก๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–แถ โฑแถ แต—สธ
๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•š ๐•œ๐•’๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•šแถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•ก๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿแถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃแถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
(โ˜…) ๐•ก๐•š๐•ซ๐•ซ๐•’ ๐••๐•–๐•๐•š๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ชแถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•š๐••๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–แถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
(โ˜…) ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ง๐•š๐•“๐•–๐•คแถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
(โ˜…) ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•’ ๐••๐• ๐•˜แถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐•ก๐•š๐•–๐•ฃ๐•”๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•คแถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐••๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’ ๐•จ๐•™๐• ๐•ฃ๐•–แถ โฑแถ แต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿหขโฑหฃแต—สธ
๐•™๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ชหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
(โš ๏ธŽ) ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ ๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
๐•œ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐• ฬ„ ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•—๐•š๐•๐•๐•–๐•ฃหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•ค๐•™๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•คหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
(โš ๏ธŽ) ๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฆ๐•กหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐••๐•–๐•ง๐•š๐•๐•š๐•ค๐•™หขโฑหฃแต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•œ๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•ชหขโฑหฃแต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐••๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ
๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œ๐•ชหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
(โ˜…) ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
(โ˜…) ๐•™๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•’๐•หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•’หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•š๐•๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ'๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•”๐•œหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•คหขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐••แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ
๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฅแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
๐•”๐•™๐•ฆ๐•“๐•“๐•ชแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
(โ˜…) ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•œแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•คแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•“๐•š๐•˜แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
(โ˜…) ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•’ ๐•—๐•–๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ค๐•™แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•“๐• ๐•ชแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
(โš ๏ธŽ) ๐•˜๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•œ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•ชแต‰โฑแตสฐแต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
(โ˜…) ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ
(โ˜…) ๐•ก๐• ๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-แต’โฟแต‰
๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•–๐•คโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-แต—สทแต’
๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• ๐••๐•ฆ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•คโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
(โš ๏ธŽ) ๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•คโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-แถ แต’แต˜สณ
๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–โฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-แถ โฑแต›แต‰
๐•ž๐•ฅ. ๐•ž๐• ๐•”๐•™๐•’โฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-หขโฑหฃ
๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•š๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃโฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-หขแต‰แต›แต‰โฟ
๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•™๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐••โฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-แต‰โฑแตสฐแต—
๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–โฟโฑโฟแต‰แต—สธ-โฟโฑโฟแต‰
(โš ๏ธŽ) ๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•ฆ๐•แต’โฟแต‰-สฐแต˜โฟแตˆสณแต‰แตˆ
๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ๐•ชแต–หกแต˜หข-แต’โฟแต‰
๐•—๐•š๐•ซ๐•ซ๐•๐•–แต–หกแต˜หข-แต—สทแต’
(โ˜…) ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅแต–หกแต˜หข-แต—สฐสณแต‰แต‰
๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™แต–หกแต˜หข-แถ โฑแต›แต‰

(โ˜…) ๐•“๐•ฃ๐• ๐•œ๐•–แต–หกแต˜หข-แถ แต’แต˜สณ

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BROKE — mature

bonus chapter four

Korei shuffled further into Shinsou's chest, listening to him sigh and then wrap his arm around her. Denki's quiet snores made the green-haired girl smile sadly and hold him tighter. The poor boy was having a really shitty week, especially since his mother decided to just disappear. When Denki explained his situation to the couple, he tried to include as much of the bullshit as possible but he sort of lost track of it all after a bit. His relationship with his mother had been extremely rocky ever since she started dating this new guy that Denki didn't get along with. Because of this, the blond and his mother would constantly argue and fight, which would eventually lead to Denki's mother just ignoring his phone calls and text messages for as long as she deemed fit. Then she'd just call him out of the blue and act like nothing was wrong, which hurt Denki even more but at least he wasn't having anxiety attack after anxiety attack because he was so worried about her. Neither Shinsou nor Korei knew what to say, simply listening to the boy as he cried himself to sleep.

"Hey," Shinsou mumbled quietly, nuzzling his nose against the back of Korei's neck. The green-haired girl jerked a little, giggling about how ticklish that was. The brainwashing quirk-user just hummed, sensually caressing her forearm with his fingertips. Korei tried to ignore it, turning her head to whisper that he needed to wait until Denki was okay and out of the room. That answer kind of pissed Shinsou off but it's not like he was about to throw his hurt friend out of the room just because he's horny. He was tempted but he wouldn't actually ever do that. "You're so boring." He teased her, moving his hand to rest on her hip.

"Hush," Korei rolled her eyes, returning back to nurturing the sleeping Denki in her arms. His hair was so soft, his head pressed against her chest as he curled on the bed. The way that he was holding onto Korei made Shinsou jealous, but he was only letting it slide since he felt bad for Denki. If he had a shit mother like that then he'd want to hold onto his best friend like that as well...and from the way that Korei talked about him, Shinsou figured that the two were the best of friends. It did worry him that Denki was the guy Korei told him about...but he never questioned her any further. He didn't want to. Thinking that Korei didn't want to be with him anymore just hurt too much. He knew that she'd probably end up hating him after they break up, but he doesn't want her to not love him anymore. Ruining what they have isn't the plan, he just doesn't want to hurt Korei anymore. He doesn't want to see her with anyone else though, and just the thought alone pissed him off even more.

"Just give me a minute?" He asked, his breath warm on her neck. She shivered with excitement, hating that he was doing this to her. She should be taking care of Denki! What the hell is wrong with Shinsou? Why does he want to do stuff when there's someone else in the room? I-is...is he into that? Well...if Korei thought about it long enough she found it pretty...tantalizing too. She'd very much enjoy being with Shinsou and...someone else at the same time. Denki? She's not too sure but it's not like she hasn't had a dream about kissing him and...other stuff. Does that make her a terrible girlfriend? She's never tried to go after Denki, but she doesn't stop him when he touches her and stuff...that's not right, is it?

"O-okay," she quietly agreed, feeling Shinsou kiss the back of her neck before nuzzling his head against hers. His hand traveled over her tummy, slightly lifting up the shirt that she was wearing before dipping into the elastic of her shorts. Korei wasn't wearing any underwear so it just made things a lot easier for her boyfriend. As his long fingers parted her folds and felt just how wet she was, Korei did her best to fix her labored breathing. She didn't want to alert Denki of what was happening, feeling absolutely horrible for being horny while he's fucking distressed, but she couldn't help it! When Shinsou's pressing up against her back, kissing her neck, and putting his hand down her pants: she can't just say no! There was just no way that was going to happen, especially not when they were preparing to have sex right before Denki came over! Instead of overthinking everything and ruining her experience, she decided to just focus on how good it felt.

Unbeknownst to the two, Denki was a light sleeper. He actually overheard their very short conversation and was contemplating getting up to leave. However, the idea that Shinsou and Korei wanted this, changed his mind. That perverted side of him that most people sort of ignored really got the best of him. So he continued to lay his head against Korei's soft chest, listening to her hushed whimpers and Shinsou's quiet praise. Flustered, he hugged Korei tighter, now able to hear how loudly her heart was beating in her chest.

Korei detangled one hand from Denki's hair, quickly grabbing onto her boyfriend's wrist as she quietly explained that there was a possibility that their blond friend was waking up. Shinsou groaned, grumbling to Korei that she was just anxious. Denki heard him console her and ease her right back to what they were doing. What should he do? Should he let them know that he was awake? No, what if they thought he was a freak? He wanted to hear them do what they were doing, but he also kind of wanted to join in... The only thing stopping him was the fact that he didn't know if they would be okay with it! That right there should have been his sign to stop being a creep but he couldn't! Could anyone even really blame him? I mean, if the two people that you constantly fantasized about were getting in on in the same bed as you, wouldn't you do the exact same thing that he was? Wouldn't you? Just say yes so that Denki doesn't feel even more guilty about it.

"T-toshi, I'm g-gonna—" she was cut off by Shinsou hushing her. Denki wasn't sure what had happened but he knew that Korei was now whining about something. The deep chuckle that could only belong to Shinsou, unless there was a demon in the room, made Denki feel all types of ways. "That's not fair, Toshi! You can't just do that!"

"But I did," he teased her and Denki had to keep a snicker to himself. The snarkiness in Shinsou's tone was so amusing to the blond! He's never heard so much emotion be expressed by the insomniac. "We don't wanna wake Kaminari up, do we? He wouldn't like that very much." And like an idiot, he had to answer.

"Oh, I don't mind," his words were muffled against Korei's chest, prompting the chubby girl to squeak and turn all shades of red. Fuck, he didn't mean to do that. "Shiiit..." he cursed himself, pulling away from Korei and sitting up a bit to look at his friends. Shinsou didn't have any expression on his face, but Korei was so embarrassed that it made him feel insanely bad. "I-I...um...sorry?" Would this ruin the friendship? Probably. He should have just gotten up and left! Or pretended he was asleep until they were finished so he could keep them! He didn't want to lose his friends!

"H-how long?" Korei asked, her hand clutching at Shinsou's wrist. The purple-haired male still had his hand stuffed in her pants, that much was very evident to Denki, and Shinsou wasn't planning on removing it. Denki confessed that he had been awake for quite a bit, his gaze continuing to jump right back to where Shinsou's hand was. Korei wanted to tell him to stop that, but she also...liked it.

When it was made clear to Denki that the couple wasn't going to attempt to cover up, he mentally cheered. Though he's never wanted a relationship with the pair at the same time he would quite enjoy a little bit of some threesome action. He's never had a threesome before, never even really having had sex, but he's down either way. "Alright then, don't stop because of me!"

"Wha—" Korei trailed off, looking at him with wide eyes. She turned her head to look at Shinsou, whose gaze was already on her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, couldn't decipher if this was a set-up or if Shinsou didn't want this to happen at all.

Shinsou watched her bite her cheek, those honey-brown eyes of her's flickering back towards Denki. There was absolutely no way she was going to be okay with this, right? She's going to tell the blond to get out and then probably stop talking to him as much...right? Wrong. As it would appear, Korei wanted Denki to watch this...and maybe even join. That is not what Shinsou wanted! Part of it is his fault for wanting to do something like this with a pervert like Denki in the room, but he didn't know that his friend and his girlfriend were lusting after each other!

Is he not good enough for her? Of course not. He'll never be good enough for her! He's never been good enough! Korei wants someone strong, handsome, funny, and not a pathetic loser in general studies! It only makes sense that she'd want to fuck Denki! He's not really that much stronger than Shinsou, but he ultimately is...and he's better looking too. He's training to be a hero and his quirk isn't absolute shit.

"You want me to...join?" Denki asked, pulling Shinsou out of his head and back to reality. The purple-haired male hadn't heard his girlfriend ask Denki if he wanted to take part in the activity with them. He didn't hear just how much of a fucking slut she actually was. The pain nearly tore his heart apart. Now he suddenly didn't feel so bad for what he planned on doing. She deserves it! If he could break her heart the same way she's breaking his then he's gonna fucking do it!

Korei nodded, confirming what Denki said. The blond hesitated, glancing over at Shinsou before getting any closer. The dead look in his friend's eyes made him feel bad, did Shinsou not want this? Without thinking any further about it, Denki introduced his lips to Korei's. The sweet girl had only kissed Shinsou before, so she didn't know much about kissing, but Denki's a decent kisser. He's had a lot of practice.

Shinsou couldn't believe it. His girlfriend was hungrily kissing his best friend. What the fuck? Why'd she do that? Why couldn't she tell that he didn't want this?! Why couldn't he stop it? The pain continued to build and build, making Shinsou feel like he was about to fucking cry or something. He felt his girlfriend's fingers start to put pressure against his own, encouraging him to continue massaging her clit. Trying so hard to ignore what her mouth was doing, Shinsou shut his eyes and buried his face into her neck so he could surround himself with her scent and convince himself that this was just a moment between them.

That was pretty much shit on when Korei started moaning Denki's name. The blond knew a lot more about pleasure than Shinsou did, having experimented previously. His hands knew just how to grope Korei's breasts to make her feel good, and the way he played with her nipples! Korei loved when Shinsou did that, but Denki...!

Korei felt Shinsou's fingers hesitate, suddenly reminding her that he was still there. How could she have forgotten about him? Why? This isn't good! She's cheating on him! He didn't want this! Why didn't he say something? Why didn't he stop her? Why didn't he...do anything?

As Denki's hand inched further down Korei's body, the girl suddenly pushed him away. Shinsou tugged his hand away from her as she started to apologize to the both of them. Neither boy understood what was going on. Korei just kept blabbering out sorries left and right as she climbed out of the bed. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done this! Th-this isn't right. I-i..." She took a deep breath and looked directly at her upset boyfriend. "I'm sorry, Toshi." Then she apologized to Denki once more before quickly dismissing herself and rushing out of the room.

Shinsou and Denki sat there confused. The blond glanced over at Shinsou, trying to make light of the situation. "We can still cuddle...right? I mean..." He wiggled his eyebrows once Shinsou looked at him.

"Get out,"  he groaned, shoving Denki's shoulder. Apologizing, he did just that and left. Now, angry and very hurt, Shinsou sat all by himself. He was pissed at Korei, pissed at Denki, and pissed at himself! He couldn't believe that this had happened! Why the hell did either of them think it was okay? How could they be okay with it? They've never talked about things like that before! Were Korei and Denki just planning this? Fuck, probably. She's probably already gone down on the dude before. She's a whore after all.

No! This is Korei he's thinking about! She's never...never been like that before! What changed? Why did this have to happen? Without even realizing it, tears began falling from his narrowed eyes. She broke his fucking heart.

Now he's gonna break hers.

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