That same night...
*****
Miyuki sighs for the dozenth time. The phoneline has mostly been silent for the last few minutes. She and Reika-chan have gotten into the habit of having multi-hour long phone calls nearly every night ever since awakening as PreCures. They love talking to each other, but after so many nights, there isn't a ton of topics left to discuss. Miyuki almost apologizes again for the prolonged silence on reflex. But Reika-chan will just assure her that she likes hearing the sounds of Miyuki breathing, even if nothing is being said. Just like she always does whenever Miyuki apologizes for it.
So the purple-haired girl just stays on the line, laying in bed in her pajamas and looking out the window at the nighttime stars. She relaxes, listening to Reika-chan breathe, even as she knows the other girl is doing the same. Even after so many of them, every call with Reika makes her stomach feel like its full of butterflies. How could it not? Reika-chan is so wonderful... she's basically a character out of a storybook. Miyuki still doesn't really understand how someone so perfect could exist in real life, much less why Reika-chan somehow enjoys talking with her. Miyuki is just... some ordinary girl.
"Did Candy come up with any answers about our powers not regenerating?" comes Reika's crisp voice from the other end.
"Umm... not really." Candy might have been the one to give the PreCures their powers, but she is surprisingly uninformed about... well... everything. "She just said it was not the way things were supposed to be. Hopefully when Pop comes back from Machenland, he'll be able to tell us more."
They lapse into another long silence, listening easily to each other's breathing.
"I'm concerned about Yayoi-san," Reika finally says, making Miyuki jump. She realizes belatedly that she had been on the verge of falling asleep.
"Ehh?" Miyuki replies, giving a big jaw-cracking yawn. "How so? She seemed happy."
"The way she described this... new acquaintance of hers. It just makes me concerned."
Miyuki ponders that for a moment. "Yayoi-chan did seem... unusually enthusiastic about him." She rubs her eyes. "But, I think that's just because she was excited to have grown so much in PreCure power. Wasn't it cool, seeing her blast that Akanbe with lighting over and over! I hope I can do that someday soon..."
"It was... impressive," Reika concedes. "But, it took her time to grow comfortable even with us, her classmates," Reika continues. "I don't see how she could get similarly comfortable with a... man... especially one so much older than her, in such a short period of time."
"Well, its a good thing. If Yayoi-chan hadn't managed to deal with that Akanbe this afternoon, I don't know what would have happened! I could barely even keep my eyes open, much less transform and fight."
Reika's voice is icy cold. "Yes. And I find the timing of all that to be suspicious as well. Regardless, growing our PreCure powers is nice, but its hardly critical."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we're at a very important time in our development. These years will determine what highschool we can go to, which determines which college, and so on. Our job as PreCures is important, but so are other aspects of our lives."
The purple haired girl heart falls, and she grimaces. "You don't get it."
Reika sounds confused. "What?"
Miyuki tries to stamp down on the frustration and jealousy growing in her heart, and only partially succeeds. "You don't get it! You're basically perfect! Top grades in the school, class representative, vice president of the student council, princess of the archery club, and on top of all that, you're so beautiful that all the boys..." Miyuki trails off in her tirade, belatedly remembering how much it bothers Reika to be called beautiful, especially in the context of the way the boys in their class whisper about her.
"Its just... its not fair," Miyuki finishes miserably. "Even if the PreCure thing were to disappear tomorrow, you'd still be this amazingly perfect person. But for someone like me... being a PreCure is all I have. Without it, I'm just some klutzy girl who loves storybooks."
The resulting silence is terrible. It feels like a hand is squeezing around her heart. And when Reika finally responds, her voice is dangerously thin. "You're so much more than that, Miyuki-san. But if being a PreCure is so important to you, then perhaps we should get some sleep so that we're better rested for if Akanbe show up tomorrow."
Miyuki isn't the most socially astute person, but even she can tell that Reika is angry with her. "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"It's fine," Reika replies frostily. "Good night, Miyuki-san."
"Night..." she replies, the line already dead. She sits there, staring at the 'Call Ended' screen on her cellphone before letting out a groan of dismay. "Aughhhh... I always screw things up..."
She lays there pouting for several long seconds, watching Candy snore softly at the foot of her bed, the white puffball's chest rising and falling with her breathing. Despite regretting how the conversation went, the foundation of what she said was the truth. Miyuki really does feel like she's nothing without her PreCure powers. Defeating Akanbe, freeing people from Bad End energy... it all made her feel on top of the world. And then seeing how powerful Yayoi had become made her feel... a bit useless. Miyuki was the first PreCure that Candy came to! She's supposed to be the leader, right?
If there was any way she could become stronger, Miyuki knew she had to take it. And Yayoi-chan had implied that this man could make any of them stronger too, if they were willing.
Miyuki pulls open a new text on her phone and addresses it to Yayoi. She frets for a while about the wording for a bit, then finally hits send, hoping its not so late that Yayoi is asleep.
*****
I sigh contently, head propped up on a pair of stacked pillows, arms folded behind my head. I'm looking down at a sight more heavenly than most men will know in their entire lives... two incredibly beautiful girls working together to suck my cock. The fact that they're mother and daughter is obviously also a huge bonus.
They each run their lips up and down their own side of my shaft, forming a virtual kiss together. The sensations as their mouths graze against the underside of my glans makes my toes curl. I let out an appreciative groan, seeing them smile and giggle together at the reaction. Could life get any better?
Then a soft beeping noise sounds in the room, emanating from Yayoi's skirt's pocket where it rests in a pile with the rest of her clothes on the floor. Vaguely annoyed, I speak into the air, knowing that my AI companion is listening. "Delta, silence Yayoi-chan's phone for me?"
"I will do so if you wish, Master, but you are likely to be interested in the message's author, as well as its contents."
Yayoi locks eyes with me, sensing what I wish either through the Shroud bond, or maybe just normal intuition. She languidly slides off the bed and pads across the carpet, her youthful nude body bouncing perkily as she does, bending down to retrieve her phone. After briefly glancing at the contents, she hands it to me with sparkling eyes.
From Miyuki: Yayoi-chan, could you please introduce me to the man you said amplified your PreCure powers? I really want to be strong like you are now!
She slides into bed beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. I can feel her heart beating excitedly in her chest, eager to see what I'll do. "You're going to bind Miyuki-chan as well, right Master?"
My voice rumbles with a deep chuckle. "Yes, I am. Does that make you jealous?"
She shakes her head in the negative, her guileless eyes blazing with intensity. "Not at all, Master. I have no doubt Miyuki, and all the rest of my friends will come to love being bound to you just as much as Mama and I do." Her eyes widen in sudden revelation. "Wait, does this mean I'll get to do dirty things with Miyuki-chan?"
Another throaty chuckle. "Well, I get to go first. But yes, after that, you can do as much dirty stuff with Miyuki-chan as you like. We'll even do dirty stuff to her together."
Yayoi closes her eyes and shivers as she imagines all the lewd play she wants to do with her friend. One hand drifts down to between her legs and she bites her lip in consternation.
"Just make sure you can text one handed," I joke with her, but she takes it quite literally, opening a reply text with her thumb while the other hand remains occupied below. "Alright then, here's what I want you to reply with."
Chiharu, still down between my legs, has sensed the mood. She slows her minstrations down to a gentler pace, just enough to keep me aroused, as I focus with Yayoi on ensnaring our next target.
*****
From Yayoi: Here's his number! You should start by sending him a cute pic!
To Yayoi: Cute? What do you mean?
From Yayoi: Start by changing into your school uniform and then just take a selfie!
Miyuki hesitates, looking over at the school uniform she has laid out for tomorrow.
To Yayoi: You're sure this will make me stronger?
From Yayoi: I promise!
Reluctantly, Miyuki gets out of bed and changes into her uniform. She takes a few headshots, frowning at each of them uncertainly, then finally takes a deep breath, and sends the best one to the new number.
To Yayoi's Friend: Hey there Mister! Yayoi-chan says you knew how to make PreCures stronger. My name is Miyuki Hoshizora, can you help me out? Here's a pic I took.
*****
"Alright, Yayoi-chan. I want you to focus your mind on Miyuki. Imagine a glowing string connecting yourself to her."
I watch Yayoi close her eyes and obey, taking deep, slow breaths as she does. "I think... I think I'm connected, Master," she whispers.
I did some research this afternoon on how to address the various projected problems with defeating the Bad End kingdom. And while I still don't know how to transfer energy to a PreCure from a distance, I did learn that all the PreCures are... well... the best analogy I can come up with is "networked together". So basically, as long as I'm in physical contact with one PreCure, I can use her as a conduit to send power to any other PreCure.
I press my lips to Yayoi's, hitting send on my phone.
*****
From Yayoi's Friend: Wow, you're super cute, Miyuki-chan! I'm really looking forward to helping you out!
Miyuki reads the message, and at the same time, a rush of energy flows into her body. Immediately, her heart starts racing and her skin starts tingling pleasantly. Her eyes widen at the unexpected reaction.
To Yayoi: Woah, what was that when he texted me back?
From Yayoi: Isn't it incredible? Its going to get a lot more intense. Try sending him something spicier.
To Yayoi: S- spicier? Are you saying what I think you are, Yayoi-chan?
From Yayoi: Please just trust me. Flip your skirt up in the back to give him a glimpse of your panties or something.
The tingles are still making her shiver. It does feel nice. And she can feel a pulse of PreCure power there in her heart that hadn't been there before... not enough to transform, but getting there.
Miyuki stands up to pose in front of the full length mirror in her room, frowning at the reflection that she saw there. She wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as Reika or Yayoi, and nowhere near as cool and athletic as Akane and Nao. She was just... ordinary.
Finally coming to a decision, she turns away to get a shot of her butt, and flips her skirt before snapping the image.
To Yayoi's Friend: You really think you can help me out? Ehehe... here's another pic.
From Yayoi's Friend: Wow, striped panties? They look amazing on you. I bet the boys in your class are all crazy about you!
As the message arrives, that same sensation washes over her, much more intense this time, just like Yayoi promised. She gasps sweetly, knees wobbling, and sits down heavily at the edge of the bed. Candy's sleeping form pops up into the air, and then flops back down to the comforter. The fuzzball continues to lightly snore.
To Yayoi: Woah, that was crazy! I think I have enough energy to transform now... what is he doing?
From Yayoi: I'm not really sure. But I know that you get more of an effect based on how lewd the image you send is.
Miyuki can hardly believe what she's reading from her mild mannered friend.
To Yayoi: How dirty of an image did you send him to get as strong as you did???
From Yayoi: Ehehe... that's a secret!
The purple haired girl can feel her cheeks burning. If she did send something super lewd, how good would it feel? It must be something, if it made a shy girl like Yayoi become willing to go so far...
From Yayoi: Try putting on another pair of panties and showing them off for him. He really likes pink ones...
Miyuki swallows slowly. She goes over to her dresser, opening up the drawer where she keeps her underwear, and puts on a new pair. She stands in front of her mirror, holding her skirt up to show off her youthful charms. Her heart is pounding like a drum. Is she really about to send this image to an older man?
Sending transmit, even before she sees his reply, the pleasure hits her like a wall. She manages a half step towards the bed before her knees give out entirely, and the first paroxysm of orgasm strike her. She clings to the side of her bed, holding back a moan with only the greatest of efforts, terrified that her parents will hear in their room. Instead, she gasps like a fish out of water, pressing her mouth against her cotton sheets as her hips buck in the open air.
After a long moment to catch her breath, she stands up shakily. She pushes her panties down to her ankles, seeing the large splotch of wetness on the front, and unbuttons her school uniform's shirt as well. Her motions are almost frantic... she desperately wants and terribly fears the sensations she'll feel if she goes even further, but no amount of trepidation is going to stop her now.
Blessedly, there's a pause before the pleasure strikes this time. She uses it to climb into bed, stuffing her hand into her mouth to be prepared to stifle her own cries. And then, like an impending avalanche, she senses the approaching wall of pleasure.
*****
A minute or two later, Miyuki regains awareness, her limbs sprawled on top of her bedsheets haphazardly. She shakily wipes the drool off her chin, needing to try several times to actually get it. All of her muscles are still spasming randomly, making coordination difficult. She's still breathing hard, her heart racing, but her mind is starting to pull itself back together, slowly recovering from her blissed out state.
"Oh. Oh no. I think I could get addicted to this..." she says to herself absently, opening the text to ask what he wants to see next.
*****
In her pleasure drunk state, Miyuki doesn't deny a single one of my requests. She spreads open her hairless labia lips to show off the thin membrane her delicate hymen deep within. She manages to get a marker, slick with her own saliva, into her virgin anus, and even tries for a second at my urging, but tearfully swears it won't fit, promising she'll do better on the next task. She sends video of herself frantically playing with her clit, prepping herself for the next big blast of spiritual energy to send herself over the edge. And on and on...
Each transmission stretches her powers, swelling her capacity a bit more. I can tell Miyuki is leaking spiritual energy at a terrific rate, since she's so overfilled. Yayoi did the same thing during her deflowering. The point is not to give them the energy itself, but rather to increase how much they can ultimately store, to develop their powers far beyond what they were originally capable of. Of course, Miyuki ultimately gets far less development than Yayoi did her first night. I'm saving the bulk of what I'm capable of giving her for when we have sex for real.
In the meantime, my girls have been edging me for the last half an hour as I text Miyuki. Yayoi's thumb and finger form a ring that strokes my shaft... a rhythmic, lewd wet echoing through the room as she jerks me off. Chiharu alternates between swirling her tongue around the crown of my cock, and bending down lower to take one or both of my balls into her mouth and gently suckle. They can sense as I approach orgasm through the Shroud binding, and they back off as I do, leaving me desperate for more.
This unparalleled heaven cannot last forever, sadly. I let Miyuki know our fun is coming to an end. The next sexy picture Miyuki transmits sends me over the edge, and I groan loudly as I cum. The first shot of semen arcs widely over me past my head, splattering against the headboard. Yayoi makes a loud sound of dismay and clamps her lips over the tip of my cock, swallowing the remainder of the load. I feed that same energy through her into Miyuki, who I sense echoes of a similarly powerful climax.
As I come down off the high, the girls take their time, drawing out the afterglow of that most incredible orgasm. When their cleaning blowjobs are finished, I pull the girls up beside me, filling them both to the brim with spiritual energy as a reward. "Alright, time to sleep for real now, girls..." I tell them. "We've got a big day tomorrow." We all spoon together and cuddle tightly as dreams close in.