AnimeCon Harem Bonus: 18 and Up, pt 4 (Patreon)

“Unf, unf, unf, uhhhhwaaah, Onii-chaaan!!” The anime girl cried out in a lewd voice, her gargantuan titties slapping back and forth as she was vigorously fucked across a school desk. “Onii-chan, your thick rod is churning me up like butter! You’re stirring my insiiiides!”

Although the hentai was English-dubbed, text appeared at the bottom of the screen anyways, translator’s note: onii-chan means big brother you baka gaijin! The murmur of laughter and scattered applause resounded from the audience in the darkness of the screening room, and a guy on the other side of the aisle cupped his hands to his mouth and let out an enthusiastic ridiculing “Wwooooooo!”

Melanie sat there with a sheepish grin, trying to stay hunched down and out of sight behind a small group of chatting girls. When she’d unbuttoned her skimpy white Blaire Bellefonte costume shorts—they felt like they were fitting a little too tightly right now—the button had popped off and flew somewhere several rows of seats ahead. Now her scant two inches of zipper wouldn’t stay closed at all, stubbornly yawing itself back open to reveal her rather scandalously low cut black panties in that triangular gap.

I’m gonna get in trouble! Melanie wanted to giggle to herself.

After all, with her one hand crammed down in there to cover herself, it looked like she was being terribly indecent and fingering herself right there in the screening room. In fact, after several heated minutes watching the giant projection of the hentai girl getting plowed by a classmate who was possibly also her brother somehow, Melanie discovered she was touching herself, idly stroking her fingertips across the impossibly warm crease in her sexy underwear.

The hentai viewing room wasn’t public, per se, because entering required both a convention pass and proof of age at the door. The convention center’s actual auditorium was continuing to play a steadily-scheduled lineup of anime classics safe for all ages, so the eighteen and up screening room was a smaller panel room repurposed with a projector hooked up into a staffer’s laptop. There were more people sitting in for the viewing than Melanie would have ever expected, and more arrivals kept trickling in every few minutes. So far, the room seemed to be mostly groups of college-aged guys, but there was a fair sprinkling of girls throughout, as well.

“Yes! Yes!” The hentai vixen on screen screamed out, her eyes rolling up and her tongue flailing out. “Gangbang my slutty hole with your dick and fill me up with all of your cock juice!”

“Jesus Christ,” One of the trio of young women seated in front of Melanie whispered to her friend. “No one says shit like that.”

“I totally do!” The middle girl tittered. “All the time, for my ex.”

“You mean you used to, right?” The first girl asked.

“Uhhh, no? We kinda still—”

“Guys, sshh!” The third friend hushed them. “This one’s hot.”

It IS pretty hot, Melanie thought to herself, letting her fingers delve inside the elastic waistband of her underwear. She’d always wanted to watch hentai, but until now had only ever done so in the privacy of her own room, behind a locked door. Sitting in a large room and experiencing it together with a bunch of people was totally different!

Excited motes of green energy beginning to dance in the back of her head, Melanie kept up her rigid smile and slipped her entire hand into her panties to cup herself. A slick line of fluid arousal was immediately apparent, and she relished in the smooth sensation of her clean-shaven pussy, grabbing and squeezing at herself and hoping no one would happen to glance over towards her lap.

“Hnnng!” The faceless hentai boy grunted as he shook his hips into the anime girl. “My balls is squirting cum!”

“My balls are squirting cum,” One of the hecklers across the room loudly corrected.

A chorus of laughter, agreement, and a surprisingly vocal few ssshhing sounded out in response from the rest of the scattered audience.

“Bruh, Onni-chan knows what his balls is doin’. Don’t need no backseat-driver literologist—”

“Ohhh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” The anime girl wailed. White jets of cum exploded out from between where the animated characters’ bodies joined in exquisite, exaggerated detail, sliding in rivulets down her thighs and slopping between her butt cheeks. “Mama! Papa! I’m cumming! Uwaaaah—thick blasts of dick milk are flooding my uterus and inflating my womb! Onii-chan I love you!!”

The seated viewers erupted into an enthusiastic series of hoots, hollers, and cheers as if their team had just scored a touchdown, with a bunch of guys rising up out of their seats to throw their hands up. The silhouette of someone’s thrown hat sailed high through the air in front of the screen for a moment.

“Onii-chan I love you!” One of the convention attendees shouted.

“Hnnnng—make sure to get pregnant!” The anime guy on screen cried out, continuing to wildly thrust into his partner with increasingly lewd squelching noises.

“Hey, this guy next to me’s gotta hard-on over here!” A guy in the audience accused with a laugh. “No homo, though.”

“The fuck you mean I got a hard-on,” Another voice sounded out. “Bruh, this is me flaccid. No homo.”

“Don’t point that thing at me. Don’t care how small it is, I will punch you in the dick—no homo.”

“Bruh.”

“Bruh.”

“Jesus, shut up—can’t even hear myself fap over here,” A voice on the other side of the screening room yelled over. “No homo.”

“Bruh—”

“Holy cow,” Melanie whispered to herself.

“I know, right?” One of the girls sitting in front of her glanced back at her and then did a double-take, blushing and looking away.

Whoopsie, Melanie froze in place with a giddy smile. Busted?

She’d been teetering past ‘turned on’ and towards ‘let’s be a little reckless’ all day. Her ill-fated cosplay—rest in peace Blaire Bellefonte— had come undone at the seams not once but twice, completely exposing her jubblies to first the audition line, and later the entire cosplay contest’s audience. Melanie occasionally flashed her high school friends for a bit of excitement, and she’d proudly showed off the goods for both of the concerts she went to... but this had been incredibly different.

Can’t believe that all happened!

Glancing down at her own too-tight shirt, she was embarrassed to discover both nipples were standing erect and very visible. The pair of prominent protrusions were not only poking out, they were straining insistently against the bulging fabric with the emblazoned ???? text. When gifting the tee-shirt, Mary had claimed the Japanese meant ‘generous,’ which was unexpectedly cheeky of her—because Jordyn had later revealed in a whisper that it actually meant ‘slut.’ A free shirt with characters that meant ‘generous’ from her new friends was kinda cool. One that said ‘slut’ on it in Japanese was totally fucking awesome, and Melanie already knew it would be one of her prized possessions.

This whole day was so cool! Melanie sighed to herself, slipping her middle finger deep into her twat and then teasing it back across her clitoris with a shiver.

Dancing green motes of light glittered down her cerebellum as she once again forgot discretion and realized she was playing with herself in public. Ever since Foxy’d grabbed her butt back at the pizza place she’d had difficulty reigning in her urges—her libido went from an anxious idle to a frenzied need. Naturally, watching him go under the table and go down on that prim and stuffy Mary, forcing the girl to make sexy faces right across the table from her had Melanie’s sex drive careening completely out of control.

Was Mare actually a tsundere all along?! Melanie grinned at the thought, thrusting a finger inside herself and then slowly drawing it back along her clit again with a small shudder.

The Chinese girl was so pretty! But, Mary’s lovely face was always pulled taut in that scowling pout of aggravated annoyance. Watching the girl’s furrowed brow relax in confusion, and then shoot up in surprise as Foxy greedily tongued the girl’s snatch beneath the table… that was one of the hottest things Melanie had ever seen! The furious blush, the way Mary grit her teeth in shame and made stupid, oddly expressive faces of embarrassment, trying—and failing, miserably—to keep her composure, and the unbelievably sexy way those beautiful dark eyes of hers had finally glazed over and the girl’s mouth fell open…

Melanie quivered a bit in her chair at an unexpectedly good twinge of pleasure from the hooded little nub she’d diddled her fingertip over.

She wasn’t used to this. In all honesty, the buxom teen rarely, if ever masturbated, as it usually didn’t do much for her. Masturbation was usually something one did without a partner, and so it was missing that huge major mental component of sexuality for her—similar to how she loved to excitedly gab on and on for hours to anyone who would listen, but never felt any compulsion to talk to herself when she was alone.

Waching Foxy eat her out right there in front of us had me OOZING wet. Like, I was about to start humping the booth or, or, or something! Melanie thought with a stupid grin.

Her finger delved into her slit again, parting her slick folds and then slowly sliding back out to roll across her needy clit again and again. Her legs jerked involuntarily and her tummy muscles twitched when she did that, and the green sparkles gathering in her mind began to gleam in an especially hypnotic way. Ohhhh my goodness. Was sooo tempted to yank down my shorts back there and—

“Found you!” A triumphant voice whispered out in the darkness, and Melanie realized in surprise a bunch of people were sidling down her row of seats towards her.

Um! Melanie froze with a guilty smile—once again caught with her hand down in the cookie jar—and hurriedly looked around her, becoming aware of where she was once more. Shit?

A quick glance revealed that while Melanie had been getting caught up in her own fantasies, the hentai being projected on-screen had moved on way past the sex scene. The faceless anime protagonist was now walking down some Japanese suburban neighborhood to the scree-scree-screeeee of summer cicadas. The screening room had quieted down quite a bit since, and this blonde-haired girl in a rather provocative, form-fitting blue bodysuit was plopping herself down on the seat next to Melanie with a huge grin.

It took Melanie a stunned moment to realize she recognized the dark face.

“...Jordyn?” Melanie squeaked in surprise, yanking her hand out of her underwear and snapping her knees closed.

“Geez,” Jordyn remarked playfully, pointedly looking from Melanie’s obviously undone short shorts up to her blushing face. “The hentai’s that good, huh?”

“Um,” Melanie let out a nervous laugh.

Jordyn looked incredible in the Camus Null suit, and more than that, the way she flashed Melanie her brilliant smile was… reassuring. She’d seen that she was fingering herself, and she’d poked a little fun, but she didn’t seem judgemental or disapproving at all! That little crush Melanie had been trying to suppress throughout the day earlier came back strong, and she couldn’t help but lunge over to hug her friend.

“It is pretty good, actually!” Melanie admitted, feeling her cheeks go tight with how hard she was smiling. “But, uh—yeah, after all that earlier at Marino’s… like, I couldn’t even help myself!”

“Yeah, right?” Jordyn nodded in agreement, casually putting a hand on Melanie’s thigh. “That was all like… dayum. Hey, you guys remember Melaneko, right?”

Whoa cool! Melanie awkwardly clapped the hand that hadn’t been diving into her panties overtop Jordyn’s. This is like, sending me a super-obvious signal? Right?

“I don’t think anyone who was at the contest is ever gonna forget her, hah ha,” A masculine voice chuckled.

“Oh, hi!” Melanie leaned forward a bit, surprised to discover that it wasn’t Foxy and Mary who’d followed Jordyn into her row.

Ohmigod—it’s that Brian guy! Melanie felt her pupils suddenly dilate wide as strange, psychedelic heat began to suffuse her entire body. From before!

Since last seeing him at the cosplay contest, he’d ditched the entire upper half of his costume. Now, he was baring his naked chest—and he looked incredibly, profoundly fuckable. Brian’s features were just as gorgeous handsome as she remembered, but now she could also see his shoulders were exquisitely carved muscle. As he situated himself in the cheap folding chair beside Jordyn, the delicious curvature of his biceps and triceps could be made out distinctly, and Melanie couldn’t help but work her lips.

He possessed delectably taut pectorals, magnificently defined abdominals, and even the feathery pattern of his obliques was just barely visible to her in the dim light of the room. The darkness seemed to brighten in a green-hued clarity as the green light in Melanie’s head fizzed and sparkled in animal reaction to the mere sight of Brian’s body. Never realizing how blatantly she was ogling him, Melanie’s hand absentmindedly found its way back between her legs and into her skimpy underwear.

She wasn’t alone—the trio of random girls sitting in the row in front of them had turned for a curious glance at the new arrivals, and were likewise unable to keep themselves from gawking for a second.

“Hello again,” Stephanie gave a small wave.

The fluffy pink-haired Mishin-chan in her pretty sundress was also here! At some point since seeing her at the contest auditions, she’d removed the gijinka gloves and thigh high boots. Now wearing only the pretty pink-and-red sundress, she was showing a lot more skin, dainty, feminine arms and surprisingly shapely legs.

“Hey, I have this hentai on my computer!” the last girl of their little group to arrive whispered. “Seraph-Slaying Blade! We like, just missed one of the good parts!”

“Seraph-Slaying Blade?” Brian echoed in a low, sexy murmur.

“Yep! Means enormous cock, in the context of this series,” the girl added in a helpful whisper, reaching across Stephanie to grab Brian’s groin. “Duh. You’re kinda dense though, so I’ll just explain these things as they pop up.”

“Gee, thanks,” Brian remarked dryly, making no move to remove the girl’s groping hand. “I’m sure everyone’ll appreciate your running commentary.”

“Or, instead...” The girl giggled. “I can just try an’ match whatever happens on screen?”

Melanie gnawed on her lip as she watched the girl’s pale hand carefully fondling and squeezing what seemed to be a rather specific shape out of the black material of Brian’s lower bodysuit.

“Where’d Foxy and Mary run off to?” Jordyn’s question snapped Melanie out of her trance.

“Oh, um. I think… they went off to find pants for her?” Melanie answered. “Some of his friends offered to swing them over to their hotel to borrow something to wear, but there wasn’t room in his car for everyone… Mary had to sit in Foxy’s lap!”

“I bet. And they left you behind?” Jordyn said with mock-outrage. “Aww, Melaneko. I’m sorry—were you lonely?”

“I was!” Melanie grinned and gave Jordyn’s hand a squeeze.

“Wait—did you say Foxy and Mary?” Brian interrupted. “Damn it all to—I was supposed to be looking out for her, today.”

“Mary like, Mary Ouyang?” the girl stroking something in Brian’s lap paused, looking over in their direction for the first time. Melanie could now see that the girl had an incredible pixie-cut in a brilliant shade of blue. “Mark’s little sister?”

“Ohmigod—who does your hair?” Melanie blurted out. “Both of you. They look amazing!”

“Thank you! It’s magic, actually,” the girl’s face lit up in a saucy smile. “Probably pretty easy to do, though... whaddya think, Babe? You wanna, um... do her hair tonight, too?”

“Emily,” Stephanie scolded her friend in exasperation.

“You did their hair?” Jordyn asked, sounding surprised.

“I want magic hair!” Melanie whispered eagerly. “Please please please?”

“Uhh,” Brian whispered back, glancing around with a nervous chuckle. “I dunno? We just got here, and we haven’t even seen any of the good hentai stuff, yet.”

I’ll totally show you the good hentai stuff! Melanie eyed him up and down again with a flushed smile and bit her lip. Flaring green light was already shivering up and down her body, and before she realized what she was doing, her free hand again bobbed up and down in her panties again.

“Please please please!” Melanie pleaded, squirming in her seat. “I’ll, um—I’ll call you Onii-chan!”

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/// Sorry guys, I've been having a rough start to 2020 with the breakup and everything. Getting myself back on track now, gonna be working on a RE:TT post or two next.

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