An Outsider's Perspective

Waiting for Mie and Ayumi to finish their bath, I decided to read a few chapters from the Pissu Academy Piss Wars textbook that Akari issued me earlier that day. While entrusting Ayumi with something as complicated as explaining gifted urine to Mie, I feared that just maybe Mie would find the whole situation so frightening that she would abandon me as her friend. Losing Mie would certainly be a massive blow to my ego, but with a new goal as heavy as ending the Piss Wars on my horizon, I couldn't allow myself to neglect my duties.

There, in bold text on page seven, the history of the Akabane family was included. While the textbook failed to mention the bloodline's obscure method of combining orgasmic force with urine, it did explain that only females of the Akabane family were ever recorded to have the gift, often procreating with strong male users to enhance the strength of the gift throughout generations.

It's no wonder why Ayumi is so strong. Her genetics have quite literally been altered to compete in the Piss Wars for centuries. Carrying such intense pressure from those who came before her must really eat away at her mind. Her entire reason for existence is to either end the Piss Wars, or breed with a strong, gifted male in hopes of continuing her bloodline's duty. There's no telling how many times an Akabane has procreated only to have a male instead of a female, so I could imagine her family tree must resemble even Genghis Khan's.

"... and then I learned that Ryu-chan was racking up debt from the age of just ten! His father was so upset at having to replace their toilet once a month!"
Mie giggled, exiting the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her humongous chest.

"Haha! I kind of get it. Sometimes, I forget to hold back my own stream when using my toilet at home. Luckily for me, my parents know all about the Piss Wars, so we have a separate toilet fund for occasions like that."
Ayumi chimed in, walking behind Mie with, you guessed it, only a towel around her torso.

The scent of the two females invaded my nostrils with delicate florals. They both took a seat on the edge of my bed, fanning themselves with open hands while their glistening, plump skin reflected the lights overhead. I had seen Ayumi's privates before during our battle, but the idea that it was pressed so firmly against the place where I rested my head at night filled me with an excitement I could hardly contain. Not to mention, Mie was allowing her delicious fragrance to seep into my mattress as well. I was used to the sight of Mie in swimsuits before; having been blessed with her friendship at such a young age, I was able to experience the beautiful blossoming first hand. Now, at her current age, she was clad in nothing but a towel before me, the slight erection of her nipples just barely visible through that thin white fabric.

"What's up, Ryu-chan? You totally smell like piss. The bath's free."
Ayumi giggled, still fanning herself.

"Hehe, Ayumi-chan told me all about the Piss Wars. I finally understand why you spend so much time in the restroom, Ryu-chan!"
Mie's eyes beamed with happiness, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She said,
"You're a hero! To think that you've been hiding such a wonderful power this whole time! You should have told me!"

"Mie-chan... did you just say Ayumi-san told you about the Piss Wars?!"
My eyes bulged out of my head.

Did Akari not say that only Pissu Academy students can learn about the Piss Wars?! What was Ayumi-san thinking, explaining in full detail such private information to an outsider?! I swear, if Akari tries to silence Mie-chan with force, I'll have no choice but to retaliate!

"Like, chill! Mie-chan seems pretty trustworthy. Plus, I think she could even help us. It's good to hear an outsider's perspective every now and then when it comes to war."
Ayumi nonchalantly waved me off.

"That isn't the point! The Piss Wars are highly classified! If Akari hears about this-"

"President Akari doesn't have to know. Now, are you going to ogle our bodies like a freak, or are you going to take a bath?"
Ayumi flaunted her chest, despite having used such vulgar words.

With a grumble, I reluctantly left the two beautiful girls and headed into my bathroom. I could overhear Mie say,
"I wonder if Ryu-chan's clothes will fit us,"
before shutting the door and separating us from each other.

* * *

After my bath, I emerged to see both Mie and Ayumi lying stomach-first on my floor, both of them discussing the contents of my Piss Wars textbook with serious expressions.

For me, the sight was nothing short of sexy. Both girls were clad in my sweatpants, Mie's own bottom hugging tightly against the fabric and giving me a glorious outline of her shape, while Ayumi's was slightly loose, leaving so much to the imagination. On their torsos were both sweatshirts of mine, Mie's breasts spilling outward onto the floor while Ayumi's offered a better view of her anatomy, her back arched at a perfect angle.

"Ryu-chan! Have you read chapter seventeen? It says here that a yellow stream user has the power to destroy the Nyō Shūshūki and bring an end to gifted urine!"
Mie nearly jumped up with excitement, her loose breasts jiggling inside my sweatshirt.

"Y-yeah... Akari explained that to me a while ago."
I did my best to avoid staring at those absolute beasts of hers.

"Mie-chan is soaking up information like a sponge. I think it's best if we stay for dinner so she can study with us. Don't you think, Ryu-chan?"
Ayumi offered a mischievous grin, her eyes naturally darting down toward the slight bulge in my towel.

"Staying for dinner is fine and all for Mie-chan, but my dad is going to be a bit wary of the existence of a second female in my life. If you're not careful about what you say, Ayumi-san, I'll seriously lose every bit of credit I've gained as a Mie-lover in front of my dad. He'll think I've chosen the harem route."
I explained, not elaborating on what exactly a Mie-lover was.

"I'll be careful. Plus, Mie-lover or not, I'm sure every father wants to see their son choose the harem route, even if he doesn't admit it."
Ayumi sat up, stretching her petite limbs to the point of tremble.

"M-Mie-lover..."
Mie whispered, blushing heavily while gazing back down at the textbook.

"Anyway, Ryu-chan. Come take a looksie. These are the different color archetypes that Akari was supposed to teach you about."
Ayumi motioned me over, pointing down at the book that contained a detailed analysis of each color.

Still wearing only a towel, I sat cross-legged between the two girls, soaking up as much information as I could.

The book says that white streams are the most common, often exhibiting simple traits like increased power, speed, and density. Blue streams offer more control over fluid manipulation, as well as healing factors to aid in helping other users mid-battle. Green streams are have a higher acidity pH than any other color, allowing a sensation similar to burning flames; they also have the power to rival high-level Demons, being considered one of the first god-like colors to ever exist. Pink streams, like Kyu-senpai's, are pure strength. They're considered the most common god-like stream, but are nonetheless capable of complete and utter destruction; their density reaches that of even multiple tons of tungsten. Red streams, like Ayumi-san said, are debuff streams that act like poison. They destroy from the inside, melting away at the Demons with slow-burning effects. Then, there's yellow streams, which are the rarest among gifted urine users. Yellow has the ability to combine all previous stream effects and condense them into one, unstoppable force. While it's possible to counter yellow with a color that has been trained longer, yellow can adapt quicker than most, offering its natural talent in place of hard work.

"I see, so that's how Ayumi-san was able to overpower my dragon earlier. Since I've technically only just awakened, Ayumi-san's red stream was more experienced and powerful than mine."
I rubbed my chin, glancing over at Ayumi.

"More or less. Still, if you hadn't learned about regular urine's properties in class today, I would have undoubtedly beaten you and would still be having sex with you as we speak,"
Ayumi said, casually.

"Um... that was hours ago. Does sex really last that long, Ayumi-chan?"
Mie asked, barely above a whisper.

"Hmph,"
Ayumi smirked.
"Only if you're as experienced as me. I would've wrung Ryu-chan dry like a rag."

"Can you not call my scrotum a rag? Plus, even if I did lose, who's to say my Dragon's Flow would benefit your muscles in any way, given its inexperience?"
I gently bopped Ayumi on the head.

"Experienced or not, even if my muscles didn't strengthen, if we bred, I could have given birth to a more powerful Akabane girl than even myself."
Ayumi paused, her gaze turning slightly serious.
"There's no confirmation that our generation will end the Piss Wars, so taking precautionary measures by procreating with a yellow stream user, and a Dragon's Flow master on top of that, we could have created a user so strong that even a Demon as powerful as Shitama wouldn't stand a chance."

"Shitama? Is he... some kind of God Demon?"
I tilted my head, having not read up on Demon lore yet.

"He isn't just some God Demon, Ryu-chan... he's the one true God that rules over the underworld. If not for Shitama, this entire war could have been avoided thousands of years ago."
Ayumi flipped ahead a few pages.

While I began to read up about the God, Shitama, the door to my room suddenly opened. I hadn't heard the sounds of footsteps approaching before, more than likely due to my conversation with Ayumi, but my father had arrived home from work minutes prior.

Still wearing only my towel, surrounded by two beautiful girls my age, one of whom was my childhood friend, my father halted his movements to examine the situation.

Not sensing the tension in the room, Mie bounced up from the floor, smiling brightly as her breasts in my sweatshirt jiggled with each step.
"Sakamoto-san! Thanks for having me over again! I can't wait for more of your cooking!"
Her innocence gleamed like a blinding light.

"Sup, I'm Akabane Ayumi. I go to school with Ryu-chan."
Ayumi didn't even stand up. She casually waved from her position on my floor, her gyaru attitude doing little to help her image.

"D-Dad! I'm, uh... It's not what it looks like! I just... I took a bath and... schoolwork and..."
I stuttered my way into a complete misunderstanding, unable to find the words to properly explain what was going on.

"Ryu... I didn't expect you to be the harem route type."
My father hung his head low, a look of pure disappointment shadowing his face.

"I'm not the harem route type! Plus, Ayumi-san said that fathers actually want their son to be the harem route type!"
I shouted, standing up to defend my honor.

"That's preposterous!"
My father pointed an accusatory finger at my face.
"I've raised you to be a childhood friend type! You promised me you would be a Mie-lover until endgame when romance options become available!"

"M-Mie-lover..."
Mie blushed.

"I am a Mie-lover! I have no desire to be a harem route type!"
I grabbed my father's finger, bending it upward to end this mental battle once and for all.

"I can't believe this. My own son is building a harem. For shame, Ryu! Mie-chan is welcome to stay for dinner... and your new romance option can, too. But I won't be serving a harem route type anything but scraps until you reload your save file from before meeting her!"
My father slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone with the two root causes of my distress.

"Your dad seems odd."
Ayumi grimaced, checking her nails for split cuticles.

"Sakamoto-san isn't odd! He's a nice man who loves eroge!"
Mie spoke in a sing-song voice, as if the word "eroge" was perfectly normal for an innocent girl to say.

"Can we talk about the Piss Wars some other time? I've got bigger problems to handle, like what I'm going to be eating for dinner."
I let out a long sigh, allowing the two girls to head downstairs before changing into loungewear of my own.