Scarlet enjoys a Japanese-themed festival in Port Solei.
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The sun’s warmth on my face pulled me from sleep. Beside me, the heat of my girlfriend Scarlet’s naked body pressed close—one of her heads resting on my chest, the other nestled against my shoulder. I moved my arm slowly, and the slight motion stirred her awake. Both sets of eyes opened. Both faces turned toward me.
“Good morning, love,” she said, a soft smile touching each mouth.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
She sat up, and the morning light spilled over her four magnificent breasts, the upper pair resting gently atop the lower. For a long moment, the sight held me utterly hypnotized.
“Like a baby,” she answered. “Are you ready for today’s event?”
“Oh, right. The Matsuri’s today, isn’t it?” I reached for my phone to check the time.
She leaned over to glance at the screen, then jolted upright. “Oh no! Is it really that late? I need to get ready!”
As she climbed out of bed, I caught the full view of her round, beautiful backside while she used both heads and all four arms to search the closet for clean underwear at record speed. Watching her naked, moving so naturally in front of me, aroused me far more than it probably should have.
“Don’t just sit there staring. Come on, we need to shower. We don’t have time,” she said, gesturing at me before tossing my clean clothes at my face.
Little by little, I dragged myself out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. The shower was so rushed and frantic it left me aching for more. Having a mutant girlfriend as sexy as Scarlet came with consequences, and she knew it perfectly well—throwing me teasing glances and provocative little smiles as she washed her body right in front of me.
“You’re cruel sometimes,” I said when the water stopped and we stepped out to dry ourselves.
She held a towel against her back with two hands, presenting her wet, naked four breasts without the slightest shame.
“I’m not cruel! You have every right to stare at your girlfriend, you know. Besides…” She gave me a knowing look. “We did it last night. You’ve been insatiable ever since my mutation.”
I pulled her into my arms, wrapping them around her back and drawing her close. Her four breasts pressed against my chest while my gaze shifted from one of her faces to the other. “What would be fair is you ending up just as frustrated as I am right now.”
Both faces flushed. “Y-You know I can hold back,” she answered with both heads at once—something I’d learned only happened when she was nervous.
“Really? Until when?” I slid one hand down and gave her backside a soft smack.
She tensed, visibly fighting back a moan. “Until tonight.” Her left head leaned in to kiss my lips while a finger from one of her right hands touched my chin. Then she slipped out of my embrace and stepped away, toweling herself off. “Now we really don’t have time. Help me put on my yukata.”
I drew a breath, tried to ignore the provocative smiles she aimed at me from both faces, and followed her to where her clothes lay waiting.
First came her underwear—adjusting the straps and the custom-made fabric to fit her body, making sure nothing twisted beneath her lower arms. Scarlet, of course, didn’t make it easy. Each time my hands drew too close, she shifted her hips just slightly, watching me through the mirror with a look of pure temptation.
“You’re taking too long,” one of her heads said, deliberately relaxing and letting me do all the work.
“I’m being careful,” I replied, though my voice didn’t hold as much authority as I wanted.
She let out a soft laugh and raised all four arms to help me drape the yukata over her. I slid the upper sleeves on first, then the lower ones, arranging the fabric across her shoulders and down her back until it fell smoothly around her figure.
When I crossed the front of the garment, Scarlet corrected me with a smile. “The left side goes over the right, love.”
“I know that,” I lied, making her laugh.
Finally, I wrapped the obi around her waist, adjusting it just enough to hold the yukata in place without cinching it too tight. My hands lingered a second longer than necessary as I tried to secure it beneath her generous breasts without letting the fabric bunch.
Scarlet noticed immediately and tilted both heads with a smile. “Having trouble with the knot?”
“Not with the knot. The problem is that your yukata has a lot to support.”
She blushed. “I don’t see that as a problem. Just make sure you don’t tighten it too much. I do like being able to breathe.”
When I finished, she turned before the mirror, beautiful and satisfied, then stepped close to kiss me fleetingly. “How does it look on me?”
“Beautiful, as always,” I said, watching pride spread across both her faces—right up until I added, “I can’t wait to take it off you tonight.”
Her faces flushed again, and she promptly fled the situation. “Your turn to get dressed. Hurry up, or we’re going to be late.”
I raised my hands. “Are you going to dress me too?”
Scarlet huffed and shook both heads. “Not even in your dreams. I still have to do my makeup, and you know how hard that is with two faces.”
“Fine, fine,” I said, grabbing my casual clothes and pulling them on faster than it took her to finish her makeup.
Once we arrived at the event, the atmosphere was beautiful. The murmur of people laughing and enjoying themselves felt comforting, though nothing quite as comforting as the warmth of Scarlet’s hand holding mine.
For her, the stimulation was nearly overwhelming. Both heads were busy swiveling, taking everything in, thinking, deciding which game to try next or what food to taste first. As for me, I was simply admiring her, beginning to think she looked even more sensual in that yukata than she did completely naked.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Scarlet’s breasts were so large that even beneath the fabric and obi, their shape was impossible to ignore, drawing more than a few glances as she walked past. She seemed to notice some of them, but she walked with the same bright confidence as always, squeezing my hand and leading me deeper into the festival.
For several minutes we just enjoyed the moment—visiting different stalls, sampling snacks, playing games in exchange for cute little prizes. Then, all of a sudden, as she was dragging me by the hand through the crowd, Scarlet froze.
“L-Love… aren’t those… aren’t they famous cosplayers?” she said.
My eyes followed her pointing finger. There, surrounded by a chattering group of mutants, were Sophie and Lucy, the popular cosplayers and models from Port Solei. Near them stood Antonella, one of the writers for Mutant Monthly—which happened to be part of my secret collection.
“Who?” I answered, playing dumb.
I’d noticed Antonella at once, but I kept my expression blank.
“Sophie and Lucy! You don’t know them? They do so many beautiful cosplays!” Scarlet was visibly excited. “Let’s go say hi!”
“You go ahead. Take your time. I’ll try to win you that giant teddy bear,” I said, pointing toward a game stall.
She looked at the teddy bear, then back at Sophie and Lucy with both heads at the same time, and nodded. “Okay!”
I watched her vanish into the crowd, all four arms waving at the girls with pure excitement. Both heads were fixed on Sophie and Lucy as if she were approaching celebrities from another world. For my part, the hardest thing was deciding whether to focus on the game or keep watching her.
“Are you going to play, or just stare at your girlfriend?” the man running the stall asked, laughing and gesturing at the balls lined up before me.
“Sorry, I’m playing,” I said, picking up a ball.
My first throw missed by a mile. Not because the game was hard, but because my eyes drifted back to Scarlet almost immediately. I watched her talk to Sophie and Lucy, tense up a little, smile with both faces, then lift her phone with such obvious delight that I couldn’t help but smile too.
“I recommend looking at the targets,” the man said as my second shot went wide.
“I’m trying,” I replied.
At that moment, Antonella joined the group. After a brief exchange with Scarlet, all the mutants around them broke out laughing and chatting animatedly. From a distance, I saw Scarlet turn toward Antonella with both heads, clearly surprised. I couldn’t hear anything over the noise of the festival and the voices of passersby, but I noticed the exact instant when one of her heads turned back toward me.
She didn’t look upset. She looked thoughtful, as if someone had just asked her a question she’d never considered before.
I froze with the ball in my hand, wondering what was going through her mind, while the stall attendant looked at me. “Does that mean you’re not throwing?”
I threw without thinking and, by some miracle, knocked down one of the highest-value targets.
“Nice shot,” he said.
I immediately pretended to be absorbed in winning the giant teddy bear, though I’m sure my expression gave me away.
Fortunately, the moment passed. Scarlet smiled again, handed her phone to Sophie and Lucy, and seemed to exchange contact information with them.
By the time she came back to me, I’d managed to win a prize. Not the giant teddy bear, unfortunately, but a medium-sized one—decent enough, with a red ribbon tied around its neck.
“Only that one?” Scarlet tilted both heads in a teasing smile. “That’s not like you. You’re normally great at these games.”
“Sorry. I was a little distracted.”
“Distracted by me, or by Sophie and Lucy? Or maybe by Antonella?”
“By you, of course. I loved seeing you so excited to meet your favorite cosplayers… and your favorite writer.”
Scarlet’s faces smiled with an expression of triumph. “Funny. I don’t remember mentioning that Antonella is a writer.”
I nearly choked on my own saliva. “I-I mean… no, it’s just… she’s famous. I’ve seen her before, but I don’t remember where.”
“Maybe in one of the Mutant Monthly issues I have at home,” Scarlet replied.
“You have those at home?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“You act like you do too. Which editions do you have?” Her four eyes showed genuine curiosity.
“I think almost all of last year’s.”
Both of Scarlet’s mouths drew a small breath. “Wow. And you never shared them with me? We’re reading them together later.”
“Love, they’re erotic magazines,” I said, still taken aback by her reaction.
“Duh. I know,” she said, a note of mockery in her voice, before leaning in to whisper against my ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you play with my bare breasts while we read them, if you want.”
I swallowed. “That sounds like an excellent plan. Should we go home?”
“Easy, cowboy… The fireworks haven’t started yet.” Scarlet laughed with both heads, took my hand, and guided me through the rest of the festival.
Without a doubt, that night was going to be unforgettable.