Disclaimer: all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance or similarity in name or form to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Phase Con 2026 had been a blast. Who would have thought Kevin Li knew how to throw a party. None of the red tape that had rendered parts of Offkai et al. a boring snoozefest. Events started on time, no lines for merch - not to mention the hot cosplayers that had been invited back for a repeat show.

Phase had rented out a water park entertainment center - both the indoors and the outdoors sections had been converted into a vtubing fan's dream, complete with bikini-clad Instagram models simulating everyone's oshis. Events hosted and managed by lust-provoking 3DPD were more energetic than ever before.

I could feel that energy as I scouted the crowds for prey, resplendent in my Phase Connect brand black swim trunks. I was pretty confident in my body, standing at an odd 6'3. I got some looks from a few of the cosplayers and more than a few of the otaku twinks hanging around the Runie Ruse-themed tiki bar. I was eager to have some fun.

I spotted him right away, my heart dropping in recognition. He was as tall as I was but looked like his shoulders were maybe half my width. I definitely had some weight on him. Holdable. Throwable. Easily manhandled. A cute face framed by dark, shoulder length hair. He was wearing a white graphic tshirt with his arms crossed across his chest, as if the clothing wasn't enough to hide his self-consciousness.

He moved his arms a little and I saw Eimi Isami's printed bucktoothed grin peer out from under them. A labham. And he was looking at some of the boys as much as he was the scantily clad girls serving drinks. Bingo.

I made my way over and leaned against the post he was standing under.

"Hey cutie. You look a little lonely, yeah?"

He looked at me like a doe caught in the headlights of an oncoming 18-wheeler. He stammered out something that sounded like "waiting for my friends..."

"You've been standing here by yourself for the last twenty minutes... You sure you don't want some company?" I looked over to where he had been staring before I walked up. Five female cosplayers were lined up in brightly-colored swimwear. I instantly recognized the one in the orange Eimi wig as gumbun.

"Ahhh. I see." I looked down at his swim trunks, noting the outline of a respectably-sized hard-on. He noticed my gaze and shifted a hand down to cover himself. "You should relax. You think they don't know what they're doing to every guy here?"

He shivered and the blush that had been growing on his face climbed higher on his cheeks. "I'm Labham."

"I can see that. I'm Lovebug." I raised my Dizzy Dokuro keychain I had on my rental car keys and gave it a quick shake. "Wanna go over and get a picture with her while we wait for your uhh, friends?" I looked back over to the girls. Gumbun was watching us out of the corner of her eye, but she quickly returned her attention to the photographer calling for the girls to get in closer for the picture.

Labham shook his head violently. "They're busy, I... I don't know..."

"It's what they're paid for, dude. Come on, let's get one with her." I dragged him over to the shallow end where the girls were just breaking apart after posing for a photo.

"Hi gumbun. Huge fan. Mind if we get a picture? My friend thinks your Eimi cosplay is super cute." Gumbun's head snapped up to look at the two of us together as she stood up. She'd tanned really nicely during the first day of the con. Her breasts swayed heavily in the orange bikini that barely contained them; I noticed Labham doing his best not to let them hold his gaze instead of her sweetly smiling face.

"Awww, thanks!" She brushed the bangs of her Eimi wig out from over her glasses. "You two together, or...?"

"You could say that." I gave Labham's skinny ass a friendly spank. He gave a short yelp of confusion and blushed hard. Gumbun giggled, her hand raised to her mouth to cover it. "But yeah, maybe a few of all three of us and some of just you and him?"

"Sounds great! Get in close, okay?" She grabbed Labhams hand and dragged him further into the ankle-deep water. I followed close behind.

We took a few pictures with gumbun between us, then I grabbed Labham's phone and took a bunch of the two of them together. I had to laugh when I watched her yank his shirt off of his torso as he protested weakly, revealing his flat bare chest. She took the lead, her hands all over his lanky body while he struggled to keep up with her instructions, looking incredible aware of every inch of lovely tanned skin she pressed against him.

A strange look entered gumbun's eye after I took the last one. "How about a few of you two together?" She didn't wait for an answer, deftly taking my phone from where it peeked out from my swim trunks pocket. I shrugged and obeyed, pulling Labham close as we turned to face her. He blushed just as furiously as he had with gumbun, and the manic look never left the cosplayer's eyes as she barked orders for poses that called for more and more skin contact between us boys.

"Great, now let's get one of you picking him up and-"

She stopped abruptly when we heard someone calling from the other end of the pool. Labham seemed to come to his senses. "Shit. My friends, I really gotta go..." I turned to where the shouting was coming from. It looked like a dude and three... girls? Their shoulders were a little wide to be female but it was like I was looking at flat-chested versions of Shiina, Jelly, and Dizzy-

"Wait!" Gumbun rifled through a bag at the edge of the pool before marching back over to us to hand us our phones. I noticed she had also slipped us two roomcards. She lowered her voice. "I'm actually not working the NSFW bazaar tonight so I'm gonna be reallyyyy bored around 11 or so. Room number's on the cards." I picked up on what she was implying immediately. Labham stared at the card like it was glowing radioactively.

"But... I don't... I..."

"AND you both better not stand me up."

"You heard her." I reluctantly gave up my hold on Labham and pushed him gently in the direction of his friends. "See you sooner than you think."

I turned back to Gumbun but she had already crossed back to her cosplayer friends. I tucked the roomcard away and smiled. Tonight was going to be way too much fun.

. . .

Later. Much later. I was sitting on the edge of gumbun's bed when there was a knock at the door.

"I got it." I hopped up and walked over to peer through the peephole. Sure enough, it was Labham. I silently cheered for him not getting cold feet and tries to compose myself, unlocking the door and opening it slowly. "Hey."

"H-hey. Is she here? I-" I cut him off, pulling him gently through the portal before shutting the door behind him. The autolock clicking softly enough but the noise caused Labham to jump a foot in the air. I took his hand and lead him deeper into the hotel room. There were two beds, lamplight glowing a dim orange and providing minimal illumination. I let go of his hand and spun around to face him.

"You nervous?" Gumbun's voice was low. She stood from her seat on the other bed and stepped into the light so we could see her. She was wearing the full Eimi Isami school outfit, and both the skirt and the top had been unbuttoned in a way that allowed her curves to spill out of them. She walked right up to Labham and gazed up at him through thick-rimmed glasses.

"Yeah, I'm... really nervous..." He stammered as she reached up and took his face in both her hands. "I'm a virgin!" He looked back and forth between us before tears started welling in his eyes.

"No no, shhhhh," Gumbun quickly ran her thumbs under his eyes to wipe away the wetness. "Nothing wrong with that. Not a thing."

"We are gonna take such good care of you. Okay?" I stepped behind him and pulled my shirt over my head before working with gumbun to get Labham's off of him. He shivered in the cold hotel room air.

Gumbun's eyes never left Labham's face. "Let's make this special, okay. For the rest of this, I'm Eimi. Say it back to me."

"Eimi..."

"Good. Again."

"Eimi... Eimi."

"Good boy." She pushed him so his back rested against my bare chest. "You're gonna do what Eimi tells you to do, right?"

"Yes, Eimi..." His skin was hot to the touch, and even in the dim light I could see his blush reach his shoulders. Or was that the sunburn from being outside? It didn't matter. I ran my big hands up and down his back and his arms.

I let my palms settle on his narrow hips, my thumbs tracing the sharp cut of bone beneath the skin. Labham’s breath stuttered when I pressed a slow kiss to the nape of his neck, tasting salt and chlorine and the faint sweetness of whatever sunscreen he’d slathered on earlier.

Gumbun’s fingers worked the button of his shorts. “Look at me, Labham.” Her voice was soft but edged with command. He obeyed, eyes wide behind his long bangs. She eased the fabric down, letting his cock spring free - hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip. A shy whimper escaped him as the cool air his exposed privates.

“See?” she murmured, wrapping her hand around him with deliberate gentleness. “Nothing to be scared of. I've got you.”

I hooked my thumbs into my own waistband and shoved my jeans off, kicking them aside. My cock pressed hot against the small of his back, and he jolted, a startled sound catching in his throat. I slid one arm across his chest, pinning him lightly to me, and let my other hand drift lower, cupping his balls, rolling them slow until his knees buckled.

“Easy,” I said against his ear. “I’ve got you.”

Gumbun sank to her knees, skirt pooling around her thighs. She looked up at Labham with that sweet little grin and licked slowly up the underside of his cock. He cried out, hips jerking forward. I tightened my grip, steadying him.

She took him into her mouth in one smooth glide, cheeks hollowing. Labham’s head fell back against my shoulder, mouth open on a silent scream. I watched her work him with slow, wet pulls, her tongue swirling around the head each time she drew back until his thighs shook and his hands balled up at his sides.

She hummed around him, the vibration making him sob. I could feel his pulse racing under my palm, his whole body trembling on the edge. When she pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, he whined in protest.

“Not yet,” she said, motioning to me. I released my hold on Labham and trailed kisses down his neck and chest until I settled on my knees at Gumbun's side.

I felt her hand on the back of my neck, guiding me towards Labham's cock. Not that I needed it. I swallowed him down to the base, throat working around him while gumbun licked slowly down his pelvis before kissing me around the stretch of Labham’s cock. Our faces met in a messy, open-mouthed kiss over the head, tongues tangling, sharing the taste of him.

Labham’s thighs trembled. My hand slid up to his slutty little waist to steady him. Gumbun’s fingers joined, rolling his balls gently, then slipping lower to press against his taint.

I could tell he was getting close again. This time I pulled off, giving the tip a kiss and smirking up at him as he gave another needy whine.

“Bed,” gumbun ordered. “Both of you.” We both stood and gently guided Labham backwards until his calves hit the mattress. He sat hard, eyes huge. She climbed into his lap, knees bracketing his hips, and kissed him slowly, teaching him how to open for her tongue. I knelt behind her, hands on her waist and big ass, mouthing along her spine until she shivered.

Then gumbun shrugged out of the half-unbuttoned blouse, letting it fall. Her breasts spilled free, full, tan-lined, nipples light and peaked. Labham stared like he’d never seen anything so perfect. She took his hand, guided it to one soft mound. “Touch me. Anywhere you want.”

He cupped her heavy breasts tentatively, thumb brushing a pink nipple. She arched into him with a breathy moan and went back to working his mouth with her own.

"Condom?" I looked up. Labham had broken off their steamy makeout to raise the question. Gumbun laughed softly, still breathless from the kiss. She leaned in and whispered hotly on his ear.

"I'm on the pill."

"And last I checked, boys can't get pregnant. We could try though." I savored the amusement of seeing his eyes go even wider that before.

Gumbun laughed again before locking lips with Labham again. She lifted up, guiding his cock to her entrance before sinking down inch by inch. The sound he made, high and sweet, sent a primal heat down my spine that pooled in my stomach

"Eimi..." he moaned into her chest as she buried his face in her cleavage. She rode him slow at first, rolling her hips, letting him feel the slick tightness. I pressed against her back, reaching around to rub tight circles over her clit. She gasped into Labham’s mouth, pace faltering. His hands clutched her thighs, leaving white marks on her darker flesh.

I watched Gumbun lean back and guide him into missionary position, her wig coming off slightly as her head hit the pillows. The manic glint had entered her eyes again. "Let's try something." She slowly removed the wig, her wavy brown hair fanned out underneath her. She placed on Labham's head, pushing his hair back underneath it until it was hidden.

"There. Ei-kun~" She giggled at Labham's expression and pulled him back down into a heated kiss. She whispered some words of instruction in his ear that I couldn't make out. His slow, clumsy thrusts soon gained direction and purpose, moving in a way that had her squealing with delight.

I moved further onto the bed behind them and began planting hot kisses on Labham's shoulders, His eyes snapped to mine, pupils blown wide. I slicked my fingers with lube from the nightstand, then eased one into his tight hole. He tensed up, startled, but didn’t pull away.

“Breathe,” I murmured. “Push back on me.”

He did, tentatively, and I worked him open, scissoring and curling before finding the button that made him jerk and cry out into gumbun’s shoulder. When he was ready, trembling and begging in broken whispers, I lined up and pushed in.

The heat of him wrapped around me like a glove. I groaned, my forehead pressed to the small of his hot little neck, giving him a moment to adjust. Then I started to move. I rested my hands on his narrow hips and started with shallow thrusts, matching the rhythm he had set fucking gumbun. The room filled with the slap of skin, wet sounds, and our mingled moans.

I began fucking him harder with deep, punishing strokes that drove his body like a piston. Each thrust shoved Labham into gumbun, the slap of their skin echoing wet and obscene. She wrapped her legs around Labham’s waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.

I leaned closer to his shoulder and kissed it. “See how much she loves it? Taking both of us...” Labham could only whimper in response, overwhelmed and caught between the tight clutch of gumbun around his cock and the iron grip I had on his waist.

Gumbun gazed lustfully up at us, her eyes half-lidded behind fogged glasses. She was still very vocally expressing her pleasure every time Labham’s cock hit that spot inside her, driven by my relentless pace.

“Fuck yes, harder,” she panted, her painted nails digging into Labham's upper arms. “Make him scream."

I obeyed and began rutting him brutally, one hand holding a fistful of the wig’s hair and the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise his flesh. Labham’s arms gave out; he collapsed on top of gumbun, forehead pressed to hers and his breath hitching with every thrust. I pinned both his wrists to the bed, using my greater weight to hold him down while I pounded him. His cock throbbed, buried deep in her heat, the friction building unbearably as his lilting cries grew louder in time with my thrusts.

Gumbun came first, clenching around Labham with a sharp cry. He followed seconds later, hips bucking before spilling inside of her with a choked sob. I felt him clench his tight little hole around me hard as he climaxed; I buried myself deep in his ass and erupted, flooding his guts with my hot cum while he cried out underneath me.

We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, Labham draped over gumbun's chest, and me spooning him from behind. Labham's sweat had plastered the orange wig to his forehead, but he was smiling, dazed and happy.

"Fuck, so good..." Gumbun kissed the corner of his mouth. “Still nervous?”

He laughed, shaky and incredulous. “Not even a little bit."

"Good boy," she murmured as she pulled herself off of him, thighs trembling. Labham's essence had already started leaking from her swollen pussy lips, and I slid over to begin cleaning her up with my mouth. I gently nudged her knees apart before leaning down to run a line up her slit with my tongue. Labham looked on, mesmerized, as I worked to clean up every drop of his release.

I sucked her clit lightly before lapping lower. I began cleaning her with long strokes until she was moaning and writhing again, her hips chasing my mouth. When I was done I turned over to Labham. I put a big hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. Labham moaned at the taste of himself on my tongue and licked into my mouth hungrily. Fuck. I was getting hard again.

Gumbun watched us, lazy and sated, one hand drifting to tweak Labham’s nipple. “You two might actually wear me out tonight,” she sighed, not unhappily.

I broke the kiss, pressing my forehead to Labham’s. “Worth it,” I murmured, and Labham laughed, soft and wrecked, before pulling her and I back in for a three-way kiss.