Dealer’s Choice - Quintuplets WG - 03

It was nice to have Nino back at home again.

Noise complaints and reports of a possible domestic disturbance were among the rumors of why she had not been allowed to stay at the hotel any longer, but everyone welcomed her back without question. Their apartment had just felt so empty without her.

Their food situation had also suffered immensely as Miku Nakano had been put in charge of keeping the girls fed in her stead.

An unbalanced diet led to an unbalanced body and mind of course which had made it harder to study. Miku knew her cooking skills weren’t great but even with all her burnt offerings consumed down to the last crumb, no one was truly satisfied. Ordering take out and eating out had become too much of a distraction which is why she had spent much of her time in the school library.

Reading always made her sleepy so it was by Futaro’s recommendation that she try and listen to lessons which he had recorded for her. The headphones she often wore around her neck were being more actively used now to hear his voice whenever she wanted to rather than to drown out the sounds of a life which she once felt had been going nowhere fast.

Miku cracked open her green tea flavored soft drink and took a long and thoughtful mouthful as she allowed both the taste and the lesson to wash over her. She giggled to herself as she listened to Futaro’s recordings of ancient Japanese history, complete with all the voices he did for the different heroes and villains for every age. He was trying his best to make learning fun for her and that was an effort which she appreciated greatly.

Another of his brilliant ideas was to associate answers with tastes. Between Nino’s return and the deluge of new snacks Futaro had brought with each lesson, there was always a variety of new foods which she had to dance upon her pallet. She had soon learned that salty, sweet, bitter and spicy could all be associate with answers A through D on any multiple choice question which became an invaluable study aid. She readied her snacks in front of her as she allowed Futaro’s words to sink in.

“The Sengoku Jidai occurred in which year?”

“Numbers...odd...something sweet...1465!”

“If you said 1467 then you’d be right! If not, rewind the tape and try again.”

“Darn…I was so close…”

It was easy enough to cheat such a system, but Miku knew that was the dishonorable thing to do. Like the samurai of old she admired, she would not besmirch or honor or that of her lord Futaro. She dutifully flicked a plump thumb to rewind the section and listened to the lecture again.

They were only small snacks she took part in with each question, but the fullness within her large, swollen belly would not yield to just how intensely she continued her lessons. With only the small sips of tea flavored soda to keep her mouth from drying out, she swore that she would at least have her favorite subject memorized to the last even if it meant she stuffed herself silly with each and every effort.

Her newest uniform was already skin tight against her curves which bulged and sagged out of every weak spot they could. She could feel her panties stretch as they rolled into her gelatinous rear while she made herself more comfortable. The cool leather of the couch she lay upon felt good against the parts of her belly that poured out of her uniform in spite of Autum well and truly setting in.

Physical endurance was never her thing, unlike Yotsuba’s but even the weakest sister could rise above her expectations if she tried.

That was the Bushido code, after all.

That was the precious first lesson which Futaro had taught her.