Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Since Johanna swore there were no attempts at producing another life through her services, Yugi was content to be serviced while keeping track of the game. Johanna was one he figured was best left to her own devices down there, so he let the initial phases proceed at her pace of choice without interruption, though... a bit of minor hip-pumping was nigh-unavoidable. "Looks like that bet might lean in Mommy's favor after all, folks! Belle decided to go out with a bang, totally, absolutely, unequivocally cheating to get the edge in Wise count now that she's close to the finish line!" he announced solely to tease Belle, though he took less issue with her approach than Wise. "OK, sure, it's not cheating... but I'll be damned if it's not unde─" The Wise speaking at the moment could not finish his statement. Why? Well, as he'd just blown his load on Belle's back, that one was no more. It fell to a Wise approaching Belle from the front to finish the clause. "Underhanded ─ it's underhanded!" he insisted.

All the while, Moon Drinker was being choked with what one could only call divine fury. He thought to speak against Nitocris's mention of silent darkness, but lo... speaking was little more than a gurgle for him at the time. Nevertheless, he seemed pleased beyond all measure. The playful defiance in his eyes was indicative of his disagreement of her last statement, but the two-point flood in the Empty Sky's holes said it didn't matter one way or the other. Meanwhile, the Black Sun Ozymandias silently and pensively watched Zmeya bend over that chalice and present her ass for the taking. It would be ass he took ─ literally as rough hands grasped cheeks in clawlike manner to facilitate a deep dive into her rear hole. Hesitation before a repeated slamming against her backside was nowhere to be found from that moment forward. . .

Now that Hiroshi and Mami had reached an understanding, the time had come for a diversion of sorts. Hayami Saori's unexpected visit had to be addressed. Her arrival had nothing to do with the ramen bowl rising in fame so quickly, and everything to do with the store owner. "Suit yourself. It is good to hear my apprentice managed to make something satisfactory, given local restrictions. Given the theoretical strength of your metabolism, something filling for you must have been quite potent indeed. I'll have to try that dish for myself if it is ever possible," he rambled. When Saori decided to speak on the matter of relapses and hangovers, she questioned the state of his head. What a strange question that was, he thought. Regardless, he'd provide an answer as literally as always. "That is a rather queer thing to ask. I suppose I would say it is no less functional than always, albeit a bit hazy after ingesting some alcoholic beverages last night. It was an interesting experiment nonetheless. Results were... not nearly what I anticipated."

[Apollymi]

Johanna promised that there would be no babies as a result of her offered act of service, and in return she had her mouth filled. She was left to her own devices as her throat and the gravity within her person worked to hold and massage while her tongue carried a great deal of the work. Just the same, movements of hips and the like weren't anything she frowned upon, if nothing else, she knew the level of enjoyment she could provide this way and was comforted by it. She'd work him to completion with her mouth and throat while he commentated on the match. Belle decided to go out 'Blue Shell' style as she called it. Using a childish plea to gather readied Wises to her form. He called her tactics underhanded and she laughed. "This is a game, the struggle is fun... so is being the underdog, but where's the extra fun if you don't win!~" she concluded, such was her nature in truth. A gamer who aimed to be the best by whatever means in the games she chose to play. Tactics, strategies and true inspiration came in singular moments, like this one. And as she went through Wises her numbers began to climb. "She's so passionate, I like it♥!~" Sakura mused, still, she wasn't one to just bow out. No... she'd push to the limits and make the challenge one worth undertaking. 290, compared to 280... a short while for Belle to catch up.

While the game continued on, Nitocris was busy choking and riding a certain form of Yugi he'd pulled out. There was playful defiance in his eyes, even as he could only try and gurgle responses past the hand on his throat. Still, he acted in defiance, or honesty? Deciding to fill Nitocris on two fronts while the movements of her body created waves of what spilled inside her. "Aaah♥~" such a happy little noise escaped her lips but it wouldn't stop her aggressive ride. There was much fury to be found in her form, and even orgasm wouldn't stop her ride initially. The point of such a mount was to be filled so she'd take her fill. In the meant time, Ozymandias, seemed to have become something much more demanding in the previous moments. He'd given the order to bend over and Zmeya had followed it. Her ass was grabbed on both sides roughly before he simply pushed his way into her rear hole specifically. This form of Ozymandias had less softness to his form, instead of adoration and care, she could bank on being used until there was nothing left. Oddly enough for one like Zmeya, that was fine... "Fuck yesss!~" the snake woman moaned as she took on that widing motion as he repeatedly pummeled her rear hole. Perhaps it was for the best Arthur was no longer present, a moment like this might have been heartbreaking.

Meanwhile, at the store, it would seem that Mami was free enough to move on, but she'd rather spend some time figuring out the nature of the relationship between her boss, owner and this new woman. Weird though it was, knowing what could and couldn't be said or done was for the best in her situation. Women older and younger ones especially had to be handled with care. Such care, didn't seem to be present in Hiroshi, as he had something to say when it was pointed out that Saori had eaten recently enough to not need food. "She's quite the great cook, especially considering she can't see over the stove easily. The ingredients are also super easy so I'm sure she'd make it for you," Saori said while shaking her head gently at the mental image of Miko standing in a chair frying eggs. Though that wasn't the only reason she shook her head... no, that last bit of conversation, observational though it was, could hit the ear wrong, especially given the stifled giggle of Mami, who as soon as Saori's eyes shifted, scurried off to do something else. 'Damn why is she so intimidating. At least it goes somewhere...' Mami thought. Still, this didn't seem like an active relationship given how they spoke to each other. Maybe they were working up to it, and he was already embroiled in something with his boss. That could be called scandalous, more over, that woman's confidence had to be through the roof, given her reply, Mami decided it was best to steer clear of her as much as possible. "You... are going to have a weird time making observations like that. I get it, and I know why you think that, but saying stuff like that to... normal people could have them hyper offended. Commenting on weight and eating habits is especially socially dangerous territory..." she mentioned knowing it wasn't normal at all for the type of being Ailen was to care about such things normally. But if he was going to blend in, without being labeled such things were important. "Is it? Hangovers generally come with headaches, sensitivity to light and sound, upset stomachs and a constant hazy type feeling... which my friends and I call brain fog..." Saori explained. Given what Hiroshi had to say, it would seem he was indeed suffering at least a minor form of a hangover at present. And what of things happening here? "Here, give me a minute I'll be right back, and show you how the 'natives' deal with it~" she claimed of the feelings he spoke of. She'd head out of the store for a few moments. All the while Rita remained in the back, shorting thorugh paperwork and rebalancing the books around her slightly lessened budget. It might take a couple of weeks to fully recover everything... but it should be fine.

[Bloodedge]

And so began the final stretch of a major pre-party game. The greatest war thus far seemed to take place between Belle and Sakura. During this, Yugi watched casually, not robbing Johanna's actions of too much attention. Ah, but speaking of Johanna, something came to mind for Yugi as her throat pulled him in and her tongue lavished his shaft. "Oi, wait a minute! I was supposed to see something awesome from you next time you came my way! I forgot!" he griped. Well, it wasn't as if he'd be changing things now. Already feeling the texture of her throat massage his glans, there was no way he'd stop for a visual tease alone. "Well... keep going, but damnit I'm not forgetting next time!" he stated firmly. All the while, Hiruko was watching the numbers shift about as well. From the looks of things thus far, the bet he'd placed would not be a winning one. Makima's wager was being challenged by Sakura, but Belle seemed to be picking up a mighty head of steam. "Belle, babes, there's no way you're trying to give me a full neg on a wager, right? What did I ever do to you?" he mused, though his spirits didn't seem lowered at all by the current series of events.

Without a doubt, Hiroshi would be making a request of one Iino Miko at his earliest convenience. They hadn't seen much of each other since coming to visit her home world, so there was much catching up to do as well. Perhaps he'd use some of the free time afforded by having another hand at the convenience store to make a return trip; it must have been a day or two by now. For the time being, he had tomorrow's broth to continue preparing while Mami moved to her own station. Something about his observations was odd, Saori alleged. Humans and their social limitations were so very strange, so... limiting. "Why would someone take offense to such a simple observation? Such a regressive species," he muttered under his breath. Whatever the case, it seemed his lightheadedness was a symptom Saori was quite familiar with ─ she even had a name for it among her friend group. While Hiroshi contemplated the further meaning of these symptoms, even those he didn't suffer from presently, he nearly lost track of the woman. What was it she said? Something about how natives dealt with the problem. Well, she wasn't even in speaking range by the time he realized she was gone. There was mention of her eventual return, so he supposed that would come up soon enough.

[Apollymi]

Yugi seemed to have remembered his initial desire for his next meeting with Johanna long after the offer of head was already in place. She grinned, not pausing her motions as she revered the gravity of her throat forcing him out quite a ways so she could play with her tongue at his tip instead. "Sure remember it for next time..." she claimed, only to immediately turn on the gravity once more and draw him in deeply and constrict without a moments notice. Such was the nature of her kind of oral service. The final stretch of the party was underway. And it seemed that it was coming down to the wire between Sakura and Belle. Those two young women had the closest scores and were steadily increasing. A lucky break had Sakura with five in active rotation. While the call of help had Belle pinging multiples by the time they caught up, Belle had gotten a lucky eight, crossing the threshold into 290 while still being open for more. At the same time, Sakura had pushed up to 306. It almost seemed like it was going to be a lost cause, except Belle would be finding herself with a couple of special multipliers as Sakura caused her last Wise to disappear. A Double, Ribbed, Knot worth a substanial number of points would be found in her bottom holes while her mouth and hands still had a few remaining Wises to keep occupied. "COMBO BREAKER!~" Belle chimed happily. Of course, there was the matter of Hiruko's lost bet, but... "You know what it is to need the win~ We can chat about it later!~" she added, even while knowing he didn't 'need' anything in particular, whether he won or lost, was about even by her own logic.

Meanwhile, Hiroshi had a few gripes about humans as a species. He wanted to know why someone would take offense and Saori could only shrug. She didn't take offense but weaker minded and weak willed people didn't like being confronted with their flaws. She'd perhaps be able to give him a more straightforward answer to that when she returned, especially given the nosey blonde had wandered off to do other work. Whatever the case, it would take Saori only about 7 minutes to return. A few blocks down there was a starbucks, and she put in a order for a few coffees and would be there to pick them up within a couple of minutes of hitting send. There was some obvious surprise by the store clerks, but that sort of thing happened to often. She'd leave the spot with a carrier of coffees and some assorted fixings. A couple specific ones and one for Hiroshi to try and make to his liking. She'd return to the store and smile while setting the cup on the counter in front of him. "Here, you seem like the type who'd want to taste it first and determine your sugar and cream preferences. But it will definitely help with the brain fog..." Saori offered. A comrade-at-arms deserved a bit of care, she thought. At this moment Rita finally looked up from her number crunching and squealed. She'd seen Saori coming in the door and became excited to see her former roommate again. All the while, Mami watched with decided interest. 'She bought him coffee, and Nara-san just squealed like she hasn't seen her friend in years... definitely gong to end in scandal. Though if she ran to that place and back in that amount of time, without breaking a sweat, I'm pretty sure she could dodge anything thrown at her. What is she, tomboy friend, probably would ignore any romantic interests passed her way. Would that mate Nara-san the formerly cute one?' she decided. Still, it would be worth it to see if Hiroshi could actually navigate talking to both women for however long it lasted once Rita made her way back to the front.

[Bloodedge]

Yugi committed one matter to memory. He didn't think it was often that such things were forgotten, but... it was a busy week, and parties were full of chaos. Oh well. If he somehow forgot a second time, he'd probably just revisit the moment later for a do-over. In the meantime, he'd simply keep track of a game that was nearing its end. There were so few Wises remaining relative to the original number; he counted only a few dozen from a glance. All eyes were on the particular race to an intangible finish line. Belle made headway, Sakura took over, Belle took another edge, and so-on. Unless a wildcard appeared with a massive multiplier, it seemed things would certainly go one way or the other. In the midst of that race, Hiruko and Belle had themselves a little exchange about the former's bet. Belle decided it was something to discuss later, and of course... Hiruko had something to say about that. "Oh we will. I'll have a chat with the one who lost my bid too. It'll be a blast♥~" he commented. Even in a losing situation, Hiruko was not one to actually lose a gamble.

Hiroshi went back to work without any issues. For seven minutes, he was free to his craft. In seven minutes, he prepped every necessary topping for the first few hours of business today. The broth for the following day was making decent progress as well, but more important was the acknowledgement of business starting officially. There was no other excuse for Saori's initial entry, after all. How strange. Hiroshi expected a wave of customers the moment those doors were unlocked. One could only figure that wave dissipated upon realizing they were not yet open for business at the time, but there was hope things would work out anyway. Moving on from thoughts of that, Saori did return with a few hot drinks in tow. He viewed the cup placed near him, smelled a very familiar aroma, and seemed... quite surprised. "Oh?! I wasn't aware this existed here! It's coffee, isn't it? Putting aside the shock of it even growing under these conditions, how did you get it so quickly? This smell..." Without another moment of hesitation, Hiroshi had that cup in his hand. He didn't dare touch sugar or whatever the hell 'cream' was, choosing to remove the cup's lid and sniff the heavenly brew. "It's such excellent quality! You couldn't have been gone ten minutes, yet this... this... this is unprecedented work that should take even a renowned master several hours, if not days for a single pint! What sorcery is this?!"

[Apollymi]

As Yugi was content to receive oral service, Johanna was content to give it without qualm. She was busy with that as the game wound down. The dozens of Wises were quickly dwindling even as multiple people continued to exploit the numbers. Still the battle between Belle and Sakura continued, even as Hiruko was acknowledged with his obviously losing bet. Even right now, Angelica had 250 as her number and was having to converge upon the couch for a chance of snatching up another Wise. Morgan in similar fashion, had found herself in the bathroom, sniping a couple of Wises from Sakura and pushing her own numbers up to 256. By the time this happened, Sakura's bathroom would be made clear and she'd be left with a solid lead of 313. "Ara... I'm going to have to go up and hunt a Wise..." Sakura mentioned as if amused. Of course, Kaguya was still in the race, but had managed only a few more since her last check in, bringing in 222. The few dozen who were left seemed to be steadily converging, whatever happened, Belle seemed to have a decent multiplier, pushing up from 290 to 303. She only needed 10 more points to secure her victory. Ah, but with two holes still occupied would she make it. Miko had barely been paying attention to her score, and found herself at 268 with a Wise within mouth distance of her swing. Might as well finish it off strong... she thought as she grabbed that one.

Meanwhile a mere 7 minutes would change Hiroshi in an odd way. "Yeah it's coffee. I popped over to Starbucks... I can't give you any exact information on growing it, but I know there is a bit spot for it down in Okinawa. It's also mostly imported... Didn't expect a full appraisal, that's fun," Saori said, she wasn't surprised that Hiroshi knew about coffee, he was an alchemist but his response to the cup was some how one of the most exaggerated she'd seen. It was amusing in an odd way to see someone so excited by something she viewed as so simple. "Hehe, that's probably a weird thing huh. But... I ordered this, and picked it up... it also only takes about 10 minutes to brew. I don't consider myself a high tier domestic or anything but even I could make a decent pot of coffee..." Saori mentioned. Just then Rita popped up behind Saori giving her a hug and reaching for the coffee which was obviously picked up for her. "Ri-chan you really are here!~ And you brought coffee, thanks~" Rita seemed pleased beyond all reason. "And you two know each other already~" she mused a devious light playing behind her eyes. "Nice to see you too. Why doesn't your store manager know about coffee machines yet?" she asked of her friend who ran the convience store. "Well, the easy answer is... I hate cleaning coffee pots. So when I was working alone I kind of stopped brewing it... " Rita mentioned. "He had a similar reaction to a slice of cake last night..." she said about the coffee. "You made cake?!" was the only follow up which seemed oddly excited from Saori.

[Bloodedge]

Sakura decided she needed to hunt down a Wise after the more aggressive approach of Morgan stole her bounty. Belle seemed prime to lose a Wise or two by that couch as well, if only due to the sex-crazed Angelica. What would the final result of this last few sets though? Well, one particular Wise yet to be claimed was standing closest to Kaguya. When he became active, nanotech made itself apparent all over his body, resulting in some very familiar tentacles ─ twelve of them total this time. His focus was initially on Kaguya, but no movements were being made just yet. At the same time though, another primed Wise near Belle and Angelica was showing hints of cognitive lapses that were indicative of nanobot influence on the brain. Low as the chances were, two of those 200 point monsters were appearing in a single wave.

Coffee. Saori spoke as if it were such a simple thing to acquire, even assuring that it took only ten minutes to brew. Hiroshi's fist and the counter had a very interesting, slightly aggressive meeting once he heard that information. "Bakana!" was all he could mutter. Whatever this 'Starbucks' was had to be a place of great science! Ah, but what was this? Saori herself claimed the capacity to produce a decent pot of coffee. A... decent... "POT?! How could you possibly?!" Hiroshi questioned. He was aghast, filled with curiosity, lament and a spark of pure ambition. How were humans so capable? The texture, viscosity and aroma of this coffee was beyond mortal comprehension as he knew it. "An entire pot of this quality would take half a day even for me, assuming I could even acquire enough of that elusive plant! To think it is being sold here at some... some market as a commodity!" Hiroshi's tirade would not be ending soon. While he was stuck in his own head over these ludicrous facts, Rita mentioned her own ability to brew coffee ─ though also a lack of interest in cleaning the pots. Immediately, Hiroshi became totally still. 'Cleaning it? Is it such a common thing here that someone would dare clear the pot of residue?' he wondered silently. The first on that countertop was shaking with agitation. "Is this the power of human evolution? Have I been so foolish as to remain ignorant all this time?"

[Apollymi]

Sakura needed to hunt down a Wise after having a few of hers stolen. She found it easy to slip into the orbit of Miko and keep a few stragglers for herself, while Miko had the one in front of her disappear. Once again she was empty and looking only to look over to Kaguya and see her next bounty. The black haired lass was bent at the waist her ass in the air, but her eyes were swirling. Only the pole against her cheeks kept her upright and she wasn't even aiming to lure in anyone else. Miko was on a swing, she'd launch herself across and land against the Nano-tech Wise aiming to capture herself in his tentacles. "I'm cleaning your plate, Kaya♪!~" she sang happily. At the same time, Belle seemed to have a different one close to her but between her and Angelica. She'd launch herself towards him with open arms aiming to capture it for herself and leaving the other straggling Wises for the sex nuts Angelica to claim. "JACKPOT!~ Sorry Angie, I'm taking the last!~" Belle claimed. Degenerate though it was, she was always accepting of any form of Wise, this wasn't going to be a problem for her. and with this, the most of the points would be occupied and everyone else would be stuck aiming for the scraps.

Meanwhile Hiroshi was emoting in a way that Saori hadn't seen before. As Martha she'd been traveling with this man for the better part of a week. He'd seen a dragon in outrage and had been more concerned with picking blades of grass. He'd spent the most of his time with his main apprentice, the other girl that counted similarly and talking to his own daughter. This level of affect was quite unusual and amusing beyond all reason. "Hehehehahaha!~" a laugh escaped Saori as she was snapping a picture before she could even really think about it. 'Not going to think about where that habit came from...' Saori thought. But somehow she still thought his apprentice might appreciate seeing this reaction. "Yes, a pot. Ehehee~ You really respond like an alien sometimes. Still, I have a machine back there for it. But when I was the only one working here, I couldn't justify the extra work it put on the end of my night..." Rita explained. "Would you like me to show you how it works? I figure since we have a few hands it'd be pretty easy to sell a few cups as well, it'd help with the bottom line at least," she mused. All the while Saori finally got her laughter under control. "Whew, I needed that... sorry, it's just I don't get to be on this side of things normally..." Saori mentioned in a round about way. All the while, Mami was thinking that Hiroshi was indeed just an adult nerd, seeming more like her father than she'd like to admit. 'Hm, do older women really like men like that? Is it because they are innocent?' she wondered while customers began the slow trickle inward. It might be a while yet before a lunch style rush managed anything.

[Bloodedge]

Two of the highest-value Wise variants were present and free to claim. In seeing them, Yugi figured the game would be settled at a moment's notice. If both Belle and Sakura acquired one of those two, Sakura would win. If either one of them made the acquisition, that one would win absolutely; no other combination of points could make the difference now. It seemed initially that Kaguya would have one forced upon her, but Miko came to the rescue... if anyone was ignorant enough to view it as such from her. While she was being wrapped in a series of tentacles, Yugi looked to the other NanoWise to see Belle taking initiative over Angelica. Easily, the game could then be called in her favor. "Oh wow. Two more NanoWises at once, and I guess it's Belle's game unless something really crazy happens. That's gonna be a while though," Yugi commentated as Belle was also assaulted by a series of nanobot tentacles aiming to immediately enter her every orifice.

Though Hiroshi became the cause for a great deal of laughter, there was no laughing matter in sight for him. There was no sense to be made in the way humans were capable of such feats. He was entirely ignorant to the pictures being taken by Saori, but that was also a matter of zero importance. What knowledge had humans found, and how could he acquire it? According to Rita... there was some form of machine capable of coffee production. Struggling to compose himself, Hiroshi righted his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and adjusted his glasses once more. "Ludicrous. Absolutely, positively ludicrous. I am debating whether I am even worthy of drinking this, and you throw even more incomprehensible information at me. It's like I'm a child again, being shown the world by my mentor. You say there's a machine to make coffee? If it has capabilities similar to those of the 'rice cooker' from before, I may need mental and spiritual preparation. I don't even know where to begin. Is it a sizeable device?" he wondered. No matter how hard he tried, Hiroshi couldn't conceptualize the size, design or power of a coffee machine.

[Apollymi]

Belle managed to get herself one of the NanoWise, while Angelica went on to attack the rest of her previously gathered crowd. At the same time, Miko claimed to be 'cleaning the plate' of Kaguya, which was more or less kill thieving or... grazing. Whatever the case, Sakura was able to poach the rest of Miko's surrounding Wises as well. 313 would be growing to at least 319. In the meantime, Belle was being accosted by tentacles and moaning happily as her orifices were plugged and Miko was doing the same. Admittedly Belle was winning this match bar anything too crazy... she'd win with a score of over 500. While Miko would be ending with something like 469. "Definitely going to be a while..." Kimiko mentioned casually. Both Belle and Miko weren't known for taking it easy and NanoWise was definitely about to be in for some surprises between the pair of them. Whatever the case, it'd be a while yet, and most would be watching as the stragglers and others finished off the remainder of the Wises, until only those two remained barring any issues. At the same time, Johanna was continuing to give lip and mouth service where she stood, seemingly amused enough by the activity and happy for her fellow wives for their showing this day.

Meanwhile, Saori noticed an odd habit she'd apparently picked up, but at least these weren't for her. No, she'd be giving these to someone, knowing that there was much more than her amusement to be found from them. Moving on from that point, it would seem that Rita was fine with the idea of showing Hiroshi how to make coffee. He was so surprised by it, seemingly outraged that it caught Mami's attention. 'Was he a hermit? Did he live on a commune? Ainu or something?' she wondered given his lack of understanding of modern things. Whatever the case, a few of his oddities made more sense if he wasn't used to dealing with people in reality. Rita took several sips of her own coffee, finding it odd that her friend remembered her preference for a specific kind of sweetened coffee. Hiroshi's emotional state was somewhat interesting to see, even with the cake thing from the previous day this was rather amazing. "Well prepare your mind and soul... and drink the coffee, it will help with the brain fog. I don't think it will be so amazing but I'll show you," she walked towards a weird looking counter in the back, which had been cleaned and stocked when he'd reorganized the store. Underneath the cabinet, she pulled out a bag of imported coffee beans vacuum sealed and unopened with an expiration date, years in the future and pointed to the small standing machine on the counter. "A drip coffee maker. It's super easy... you just pull this filter holder down..." she said popping out a plastic piece which seemed like a cup with a handle. "Grab one of these filters from under here... line it..." she said dropping that paper in. "I assume that all makes sense, the water will come from these pipes so that isn't a big deal at all. Now sit it to the side, we have to grind some beans..." she left herself open for any necessary questions and a still giggling Saori sipped her own coffee and felt infinitely better after the morning she'd had.

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, some time would have to pass before the game could officially be called at its end ─ especially given the added longevity of a single NanoWise, the behavior of Miko in general, and the expectations of a Belle whose victory was already assured. Yugi kept his senses open for any drastic changes or ranking shifts, but the game was realistically over. "Not much chance for change either. Welp... got my time-filler," he mused while settling a hand atop Johanna's head and letting his own hips take a bucking pace that complimented her existing movements unobtrusively. Of course, he spared a few glances at the screens as well. How couldn't he? An already drunken Miko was being needlessly misted with aphrodisiac, and a Belle who may have been through the most individual Wises thus far was being injected four times over with a sensory-enhancing serum. Both were to be assaulted by tentacles, but only Belle had already been penetrated and pumped with mana from tentacles ─ perhaps due to her earlier cry for help and her existing compatibility. Miko, on the other hand, would seemingly be subjected to the tickling of her soles and midriff by featherlike protrusions ─ all while a separate tentacle held a spinning sphere to her undercarriage and another continued spraying aphrodisiac in her face from its glans-shaped tip. It was a show certainly worth watching, Yugi thought.

Hiroshi was told to prepare his mind and soul. Surely millennia of development had to take place for something that could make coffee in less than a few hours ─ especially by the pot. Despite being told to drink the coffee he had, he could not do so yet. Coffee was a thing to savor, to do all but worship for managing to have an entire cup... but perhaps he'd best lose that mentality whilst here in this world. A short, small sip was taken with minor tentativeness, and in that moment... Hiroshi was enlightened. Everything halted in a singular moment, bar eyes that widened to their natural limits. His mana was going haywire in a way he'd never experienced before. How humans weren't creatures of ultimate power in this world, he didn't know. Currently though, that singular sip had his mind rising to a previously unknown platform. So then, what would happen when he was shown the coffee machine? Rita explained his functions, and he became enamored with its developmental process. Truly, humans were a marvel! A more excitable version of Hiroshi began rambling right away. "I see, I see! The device holds the ground bean and does the work of steeping it, only to drip it incredibly slowly through a much finer filter than any processes my people know are capable of. In that case, reason would dictate the quantity of beans used is sufficient to fill it, maximizing potency without having to drain the bean of all it has. It could theoretically result in the same source being used twice, thrice and so-on with only diminishing returns that still outweigh the potency of an expert's brew where I'm from. Marvelous. Such complex assumptions have been rendered the ignorant musings of a toddler by the pure beauty and simplicity of ingenuity in this case. To think, the machine itself isn't even the important feature ─ it is this little paper bowl and the quantity of available beans. Yet still... there is room for further growth," Hiroshi ranted, speaking to no one in particular. Just at the end, it seemed he was... amused? Well, he was certainly laughing in a rather unhinged way. All passionate scientists were a bit mad at times; an elf was no exception to this rule.

[Apollymi]

The time it would take to work down the two NanoWise was higher than most would usually sit still for. Yugi for his part in this, had an appropriate distraction. Johanna was performing an act of service with her mouth and throat, and she was rewarded with, a cock which began moving of its own accord more readily and... a hand atop her head. Such a thing had become comforting for her as well, though in a manner most different from others. Meanwhile, many were watching the show as it went on, Miko was being misted with aphrodisiac, not that she needed it. "Eh? If you are going to do that, aim for the mouth at least♪~" she sang that demand even as other things began happening. An almost permanent state of horniness existed in that lass. "Woah, isn't that too...good♥~" Belle found herself moaning after being injected with serums meant to enhance her senses. Well, if nothing else, she was being treated properly so she wouldn't be upset about the way t happened. As she was already penetrated she was left feeling the most sensations from all sources, and squirmed in response while remaining completely susceptible to NanoWise's antics. Meanwhile, it seemed a teasing was in order for Miko as no penetration had begun but instead she was having her exterior worked up. Tools against her loins would find themselves drenched in her juices as she squirmed against feathers to the soles of her feet and across her exposed midriff. "Squee♪~ Tickling isn't fair..." she squealed, still... she wasn't saying no, she was always in a state of hypersensitivity. Even so, she was enjoying the extra attention and the show it was putting on, Miko let her tongue hang out as sprays continued determined to fill her gullet at least a little. Well that was an understatement as she was grabbing that tentacle and aiming to force it into her mouth with licks so that the sprays could be more direct.

Meanwhile, Hiroshi was talked into drinking his coffee. Of which a singular sip was enough to seemingly send his brain into hyperdrive. Someone like Mami was unsure if this man had never actually had regular coffee before, and Saori was still giggling about the reaction. It was well worth it, to be on this side of the equation for once. At the same time, Rita had talked the man through most of the process of making a pot of coffee and was rewarded with, a scientific rant which seemed to bridge the gap between researcher and mad scientist. "It's weird, but I could listen to him talk about nothing all day..." Rita said with absolute certainty. "Yeah, I'm sure it isn't just you he does that to. Still, it's good to see him looking lively," Saori confirmed. "Hm, filters are disposable now, and biodegradable for the sake of efficiency and cleanliness. A lot of locals will throw them in with their compost," Rita mentioned that random information as she went back to work. "Alright as for actual coffee beans. Just get some out of the bag and ..." she paused, reaching into the cabinet for a coffee grinder which was just a small glass cylinder with blades at the bottom and a small measuring cup which functioned as the lid. "You can essentially just use this. It is size for industry standard rations. which is approximately 10 to 12 grams of ground beans for every six ounces of water. Each pot is about sixty ounces... so simple math..." she claimed as she dropped in the appropriate number of beans and plugged in the small device. "It has a few speeds, but basically you just want them fine ground..." she explained as she left herself open for questions.

[Bloodedge]

Rita alleged her ability to hear Hiroshi talk about nothing all day. Well, she was in luck; she'd hear him talk about nothing and everything for a while yet. Amid all the incoherent mumblings to himself, there was a chain of laughter that just couldn't quit. "Yes, if I were to use that, I could manage even greater feats than I, my predecessors, or those who invented this black cauldron of modern alchemy had ever dreamed of! Two worlds combined! The divine grace of coffee, and the most stunning aspects of its counterpart! I must begin at once..." he muttered. Alas, Rita was here to interrupt his process with further teachings. Ever the studious one, he remained attentive enough to absorb all necessary information. What did he find? Indeed, there were many beans to be used. Moreover, she produced neither mortar nor pestle... but instead yet another marvel of modern science that seemed capable of handling matters itself. "By the gods..." he whispered, stopping his entire process for a moment. "The audacity of humans truly knows no bounds. The time, the culture of alchemists throughout the ages continues a path of reduction into child's play... all because of little things such as this," the former elf observed. He had no reason to be in disbelief at this point... but there were other things he thought needed addressing as well. "That device will take the place of manual labor without sacrificing technique, yes? By now I assume as much. Nevertheless, I would like your permission to make some quick modifications to this cauldron. Yes, I will have that~"

Chipper as a child at Christmas, Hiroshi showed no interest in waiting for Rita's actual permission. No, he was already moving about like the happiest madman in history, hysterical laughter only occasionally overpowering the sound of machinery being jerked apart. He started by fully dismantling the coffee machine at breakneck speed, and then... a piercing gaze shifted toward the soft drink fountain. "You! You fizzy beast of confusion and indulgence! I will take your lifeblood and give it a purpose most spectacular!" he said as if challenging the machine. That, too, would have its face torn off and its innards gutted. "Nara Rita!" Hiroshi called out before gulping scalding coffee from his cup. Shaky as he was both physically and mentally, Hiroshi was actually well beyond the pinnacle of alchemic innovation. "Work your mysterious machine and prepare the beans! Today this world witnesses the first great work of Fukuyama Hiroshi!" With that announcement, the tall male ripped the carbonation tube from the soda machine and routed it into the coffee maker's shell. He'd seen enough. Three minutes it would take for both machine's faces to be shabbily put in place again, but quite a few things were rerouted in the meantime. Syrup and carbonation were both routed into the coffee machine, though the former was assigned a multi-stage filter to reduce its overall impact. By the end, he'd made a two-part monster and completely sacrificed pourable soft drinks in the convenience store ─ all in favor of luxurious coffee! "Foolish bubbles and sugars! It's pointless! But this ─ this! This is what a machine like you can truly be used for! Ground beans will steep in their original shell, taking in not water, but this strange bubbly concoction to take the place of whipping. The syrup! The syrup will replace all sugars and... yes!" Suddenly, he was done... and seemingly calm. Hiroshi stepped back while looking the part of a proud parent standing over his child. Calmly did he take another sip of coffee before exhaling in untold satisfaction. By his approximation, the coffee machine could now be used in conjunction with that soda... thing to create a new form of coffee, frothy, sweetened and even flavored lightly with hints of the various beverages previously offered at this establishment. "There. If you will, Nara-san, select your flavor and begin the brew."

[Apollymi]

The ramblings of Hiroshi made little to no sense to the people watching... well most of them. Saori knew of his form in truth and understood his lack of humanity. Still, he seemed attentive enough to Rita that she didn't even mind his current level of fidgeting. He seemed to at least grasp her words enough to understand the use of a coffee grinder. Well, at least that was the thought, but still he persisted in his words of outrage against humanity. "There he goes, still talking like he isn't human. Somehow it doesn't hit the ear wrong though. I've been weirded out by that since yesterday... it's like he believes it," Rita commented absently. "Yeah... he's also definitely going to seem like a Chunni to most people. Best not question it too much..." Saori confirmed. Still, there was something about watching this man work. Both women were sure they weren't supposed to be witnessing some strange amalgamation of pure scientific genius and imagination which was taking place in front of them. At the same time Mami was watching and listening confirming her own thoughts, 'He has to be an adult who never let go of childhood. A laboratory shut-in, whose ideas weren't listened to. That's why he's too smart for the job, he's probably tyring to prove the usefulness of his works...' Mami concluded with eerie ease. She'd think no more about it, given it wasn't really necessary. Maybe she'd be able to find out what company he worked for, or if he was being scouted or something of that nature.

For the present moment though, everyone was watching. Hiroshi had some choice words for a soda machine, which he all but pulled apart to give extra pieces and function to the coffee machine. As the proprietor of this establishment, Rita probably should have been interfering in some way. But she was a certain amount curious about what he was dong. At the very least they didn't see many soda's not in bottles or cans anyway so it was far from a necessary part of her store. That soda machine had the standard fare flavors, strawberry, grape, peach, orange, lychee, pineapple, blueberry and Yuzu... though given the spring time it also included cherry blossom. With the summer boasting a creamy melon variant, autumn having a sudachi flavor and in the winter had persimmon. Regardless of this, it was funneled in and Rita's name was called with enough authority that she forgot momentary that she was the one in charge. Her tone when reacting was oddly submissive as she looked some combination of startled and aroused. "Hai?!" she retorted only to find out she should actually be grinding those coffee beans and not just watching him run around the back of her store like a madman. "On it!~" she said as she began actually grinding those beans without thinking too much about it. Her eyes still drifted. she was glad she'd gotten the recording equipment properly up and running, she'd need to have a peek at this again later. All the while the noise meant Mami couldn't hear much, but she also got a hint of annoyance at Rita's reply as well.

"Why did you turn into a school girl for a second there?" Saori asked her peering into her face from the side with an eerie amount of pressure applied that made her seem to be looming. "Ri-chan, don't tease. It was an accident... you know how I am," she claimed not seeming to be apologetic at all about that lapse. "I do, which is why I knew everything I did when I arrived. I guess that proves my point..." Saori thought about the other woman relapsing after the start of her divorce. Still, she seemed legitimately happy in these moments, which is all someone like Saori wanted for her friends anyways. Just the same Hiroshi continued his great new work. Pulling apart one machine, fixing pieces to another, until he'd made some monstrous catastrophy of a creation. A machine which made bubbly coffee with gentle flavorings. Rita looked at her phone taking note of the time for video archiving purposes. "I feel like this is the sort of thing that is going to get a lot of questions... Still, even if I'm not sure what you get out of combining these things, it's impressive" she mused. Still... it was amazing and he looked so pleased about it, she couldn't be anything else but. Given this, she poured coffee grounds into the filter, slipped it into the proper place and followed the instructions given... the time of year and the potential, she went with the seasonal flavor of cherry blossom for the coffee and let it brew. And now it was time to wait and see... Still Saori was almost speechless about Hiroshi, this was definitely not what the world had in mind when letting an elf through from the other side.

[Bloodedge]

Hiroshi couldn't have possibly been more pleased with the outcome of his machine. Of course there were some tweaks to be made for visual appeal and long-term functionality, but for what he had on hand at the time... it was nearly perfect. All he needed at the conclusion was for Rita to grind the beans, which she seemed to have readied in a rather familiar way. He still had to discover the meaning behind those similarities, but first... science and development! "Yes, it's wonderful," he said when Rita commented on the machine's impressiveness. As this was her establishment, she had the honor of its maiden voyage. Sakura was the flavor of choice. Once it was made, they would simply have to wait. Ah, but there were more than three people deserving of this moment, weren't there? Nanami Mami was under Hiroshi's wing in this business, so it was only natural that he invite her as well. "Nanami-chan, when you have a moment," he said, beckoning the lass over. By his approximation, there would be no comparison to this hot drink ─ more so once he made some additional tweaks whenever possible. "If my approach was correct, this should be a drastic textural change that is more like a froth than typical carbonation. It should contain gentle notes of the soft drink's flavor, and... well, I suppose it would best be compared to one of those 'smoothies' if not for its heat."

In the meantime, the core Wise was at that pre-party taking whatever notes he could. "I can't tell how much work the aphrodisiac is doing. I thought there would at least be some valuable data to get from this ─ something I can't get just any day. It seems to be having an effect at least," he mused when watching Miko take that aphrodisiac tentacle to the mouth ─ a scene Yugi was rewinding again and again. "It's not doing anything yet," he said calmly. "Trust me, you'll know if it does start working. It's night and day. This is pretty good material though; I'm keeping it. Keep watching though, and maybe you'll see something awesome. She is taking that spray straight to the pie hole now," Yugi mused further.

[Apollymi]

Hiroshi wasn't the only one experiencing Deja vu when it came to interacting with Rita. In truth, Saori had noticed the likeness between aunt and niece earlier this morning. Still beans were ground, coffee began brewing and conversation began properly. Apparently, Hiroshi was quite proud of his creation and given the fact that it even worked Rita was pleased enough. Saori had a certain amount of faith to begin with but... what would come of it? "He's so pleased, it's great!~" Rita mentioned which only made Saori chuckle but she nodded. Though she'd likely be laughing about this moment in her head for days to come, she'd definitely not be garnering complaints bout the work ethic of Hiroshi. He even called over Nanami Mami to make her part of this moment, "Be right there..." she called as she finished ringing out a customer. There weren't any others at the moment and she approached the coffee maker monstrosity and wondered what had been done here. "That sounds interesting..." Saori mentioned. "So it's like a fruit flavored hot coffee?" Mami said. That was a strange combination but novelty items were all the rage. If you discovered a good one, it could potentially increase your popularity quite a bit. She'd have a taste. Which was good as four small disposal cups were being poured for everyone present. Just a few ounces for taste and they'd be passed around. "Well then, let's try it~" Rita commented. Saori smelled hers, her brows drawing together in confusion, but she had no problem with eating or drinking anything made by this man. Rita was also onboard and would taste it without hesitation. And Mami after a moment or two of hesitation also tasted. "Umai♥!~" was the first word out of Mami's mouth after she gently blew on the coffee. It was hot, effervescent, smooth and lightly tasted of Sakura. It wasn't bitter as she might have expected. "Eh, it doesn't even need cream, it's weird how the bitterness has been cut," mentioned Rita. "I drink a lot of coffee and this is among the best I ever had... definitely the best I've had since arriving," Saori mentioned.

Meanwhile, in that party, Miko had been taking an aphrodisiac straight into her mouth repeatedly. She'd decided to suck that tentacle allowing it to spray into her mouth instead of just on her face. Wise the core one, might have seen this as a lack of information but while Yugi replayed the moments, Kimiko popped up over his shoulder. "That is quite intense, that might be among the most naturally insatiable activity I've seen outside of my own body~" Kimiko commented almost absently. Just the same, Johanna wouldn't be giving up on the cock buried in her own throat, no, even while Yugi watched his replays and commented, she'd continue moving him in and out of her throat. Meanwhile, Miko was shifting her own hips against that sphere at her core, drenching it further and further. At the same time, that hand on the tentacle began moving as if it needed help spraying into her mouth. Those tickles against her skin were encouraging her to continue and she began to feel quite hot from the inside. Well... that was pretty normal, she was already drunk, but that didn't mean she'd be stopping NanoWise from doping her up completely if that was what it was going for, he could pour that aphrodisiac down her throat, and she encouraged such an outcome with the gentle hums of her throat.

[Bloodedge]

Four cups of coffee were prepared for the total convenience store group's tasting. Rita had done her part. While she did, and while Mami made her way over. Hiroshi guzzled the cup of coffee brought by Saori. Jitters aside, he was calm enough to focus on the excitement of a new experiment. Only when Rita, Saori and Mami had their cups at the ready did he take up his own. A whirl, a sniff ─ Hiroshi looked the part of a wine connoisseur with a disposable coffee cup. The others were tasting, and apparently enjoying theirs all the while. What he witnessed was the most genuinely energetic reaction he'd seen of Mami this entire time. Saori and Rita seemed to offer ringing endorsements as well. Hiroshi knew this would be a successful experiment, but the reactions were worth the wait. He took a swig of his own before addressing an apparent curiosity of Saori's. "The lack of bitterness would be due to carbonation; the bubbles wake the hidden joy in the bean's soul. It was an idea that came to me because of... something else," he mused, thinking about the effect of his own trousers. "A distraction of the senses is all, mostly. The acidity of it also does a fair amount of lifting, but if you were to rid it of carbonation, it would be quite worse. As it happens though, the frothing effect at the top should allow a retention for longer than normal in an open vessel. This flavor may be the only one we are able to produce for a working day, though. I would never recommend blending another syrup into the machine before cleaning it from the last. The finished product should take that into account and adjust accordingly."

Kimiko inserted herself into the discussion between Yugi and Wise, doing so with a very interesting claim. True enough, she was quite the insatiable one herself. "Don't put it like that; I've already got my dick in somebody," Yugi huffed. "I don't," Wise interjected as if to offer himself. "Shouldn't you be keeping open for your own repairs?" Yugi asked, much to Wise's disappointment. The core Wise could see no action for the time being, but he could at least watch. As Yugi dove in and out of Johanna's throat against the magical gravity it produced, he decided to offer a little cheat. "Tell you what though. You want your data? Make a decision, and maybe you'll see something. The reason Belle's little trick worked was because you, the core entity, can influence all the others with how you feel," he explained. Wise took that information in silence and looked forward. If it was so simple, all he had to do was desire the additional data afforded by the aphrodisiac's influence on Miko. Lo and behold, that desire combined with Miko's own efforts to result in a drug that poured instead of misting.

[Apollymi]

Four cups of coffee were made, and four were tasted. Hiroshi took his sip last, but the endorsements of all present seemed to satisfy him. Moreover it seemed that a genuine reaction from Mami was something noted by Hiroshi and Mami herself. She'd gone quiet afterwards, listening to man talk about something she would have called 'food science'. Mami supposed if he was this good at such a thing, she could at least understand why he was trying to get his ideas out. "Carbonation fixing it does make sense," Saori thought, "Yeah, it also makes sense for why it would be worse once the bubbles run out. No one likes a flat soda," Mami was able to add to the conversation without being completely standoffish. She'd decided how these people worked and figured out how to insert herself without compromising her overarching goals.. Still it would be Rita to finish up the rest, "No one likes flat beers either. A coffee to be finished during a commute or served in smaller sizes to guarantee quality would be among the best options," she added thinking about the logistics. If she sold even a few of these, she could make a decent amount of money. "Flavor of the Day. The shop I like back home has something like that for specialty stuff, and you could always keep the decaf, machine for regular coffee instead," mentioned Saori. Though she wasn't in business, she did spend quite a bit of time at her local coffee shop while grading papers. She'd become quite familiar with it, in passing. "Oh? Where'd you pick up something like that... do you care to share?" mentioned Rita in a teasing way, Saori just scoffed and turned her nose up, "I came here to check on you... not the other way around... besides, I haven't even had cake yet," Saori claimed. Apparently, she was the type to be motivated into speech under specific circumstances. "Fine, we'll have cake. And don't worry Fukuyama-san. I'll keep in mind cleaning the machines after close. I don't mind if I am not doing literally everything else...I'll leave this to you for now though. I'll be back in a bit," she claimed, as she started leading Saori towards the back and her upstairs apartment for cake and catching up. Mami slipped back to her register but surprisingly enough tucked her little coffee under it to continue sipping between customers.

Meanwhile, Kimiko inserting herself into the conversation between Yugi and Wise was taken a very specific way by Yugi. A chuckle escaped her as he made the claim she shouldn't speak like that given his state of busyness. "There was no better way to put it and you know it~" Kimiko uttered in playful indignation before moving on to Wise in a slightly less direct way. "One's busy, and one's in time out... nothing to be done but tease I guess~" Kimiko said chuckling. She also realized that Wise could always be a fun time, but not in his current incomplete form. Still, Johana continued her own work as Yugi seemed quite reactive in the moment, how interesting were the pair from Venus who seemed to amuse themselves with everyone else, but also always seemed ready to simply climb into each other. A consolation prize was offered Wise instead, one which would allow him to change the workings of the NanoWise currently engaging Miko. He wanted to see a more extreme reaction... she had to be properly filled, and it would seem that desire culminated in a pour of aphrodisiac down the brunette's throat. "That's way better♪~" she gurgled musically. It would seem her hands had no real effect even as she'd tried milking such a thing, but the current pour had her stomach filling with an influencing drug. Her body heat rose by quite a significant amount and she reacted with an outpouring of her own desire. She swallowed what went down her throat, but as she did a downpour occurred for her loins. Any points of contact between her and this NanoWise would become points which she rubbed against closer, activating her own body more. "Wise♫~ You can't make me this horny and not be fucking me!♪~" she claimed, in a voice that reverberated the demand. She could have been pouting aside from something in her mouth already. She looked with pleading eyes and held pupils which vibrated as well, like she couldn't decide her course of reaction but was willing to satisfy at least the feeling of her body. That poor sphere that was rubbing against her, would be molested in turn her hips moved like she intended a ride. And beyond that her mind seemed to be driven towards just the idea taking in more of Wise, such was the nature of hyper-fixation as Miko's brain settled properly onto a target.

[Bloodedge]

Everyone had a bit of input for the new breed of coffee Hiroshi apparently invented. Even Mami, who seemed mostly indifferent thus far, chimed in. Hiroshi was comfortably sipping from his own cup all the while, doing so until something quite peculiar was mentioned. There was something Saori said ─ something disturbing that sat in Hiroshi's mind long enough that he didn't realize the others were moving away. Silently did he sip his coffee, contemplating those words until he was all alone. Only then did his train of thought loop back to the specific issue at hand. "... A what machine?" he asked, but there was no one near enough to hear it. Oh well; it would surely come up at a later time.

Elsewhere in Osaka, an alleyway of debauchery was soon to become more quiet than it had been for some time. Kazuhiko had one of Miko's legs held firmly against his torso as he plunged into her rear, keeping her body atop the very same crate she once had a leg propped against. In the moment, he was pumping the third consecutive load into Miko's rectum on his way out. A bit of deviant behavior had him intending to hold back the last little bit, just to aim it at her face a moment later. Their impromptu session was at its end... but they weren't alone.

Outside of the established timeline however, another Miko was just getting started with something. NanoWise was influenced by his core self due to Yugi's advice, and the results were immediately tangible. Miko swallowed aphrodisiac without question, concern, nor second thought as it seemed. Soon enough, she was voicing complaints about the lack of a true start between them. What a strange subject. She was complacent enough to already be essentially riding an extension meant to prepare... though that preparation was far, far from necessary upon further inspection. "Subject is unexpectedly willing. Adjusting interface. Request Breeding Protocol," NanoWise spoke.

[Apollymi]

The new coffee was a hit, at least among those who'd tried it. It would likely be something tested out a bit more but it didn't matter. The business day could continue. Rita and Saori would be spending the day together, having cake in her obviously messy apartment with Saori knowing exactly what had happened and the pair of them discussing their respective lives over cake and coffee. Meanwhile, Mami remained at her new station, checking out customers and putting on the forced customer service responses while actively thinking about other things. For one, there was the issue of Hiroshi and his oddities as a worker. An adult male chuuni, with all the brains that he should at minimum be on a payroll at Kaiba Corp or Capsule Corp working at a convenience store and sleeping with the boss. The boss and her overly close female friend who looks like a tomboy, maybe being in a romantic relationship. There was the oddity of the tomboy knowing Hiroshi but there seeming to be no animosity between any of the three adults yet. That had to be a matter of ignorance surely. Whatever the case, the question that Hiroshi pondered wouldn't be one answered by Mami, she had no innate desire to embroil herself in another odd conversation with him today.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in an alleyway. Miko had a change in position and also a number of round pumped directly into her rear. She'd quieted down as the end of a rush of fluids into her body seemed to come to something of an end. One of her legs was propped up on Kazuhiko's chest, but the other... was still against the ground. The vertical split was something she could do with a bit of support and something she enjoyed as she felt his essence shoot into her body. "Aaaah♪~ This is the best thing ever♪!~" she chimed. She was happy she'd gotten all the way to butt stuff today, she couldn't imagine missing out on such a thing, now that she fully understood it. Still, Kazuhiko was pulling out so she'd eventually have to lower that leg and face him, and also make sure he didn't have any snacks remaining for her to take as a part of their end deal. The presence also in this alley way was no concern of hers immediately as she looked up at Kazuhiko with all that pleading innocence on her face, a second before the rest of his load blew across her face. A delighted little squeal escaped her in that moment. "Squee♪~ That's the best♪~" she finished that sentence and began the process of licking residue from her lips and moving it towards her mouth with little to no shame with the backs of her hands like a hungry kitten.

At the same time, or apparently... no time. A different Miko was starting up something with a NanoWise. A belly full of aphrodisiac had her making requests and moving her own body for readiness since nothing had been inserted into any of her openings aside from the tentacle she'd taken advantage of. In the moment, it seemed that NanoWise wasn't ready for her compliance... and said something about a breeding protocol. Miko in her current form didn't want to wait those hips moved almost impatiently and she huffed. She withdrew her mouth from that tentacle and pouted directly into NanoWise's face. "Unexpected? Since when?!" she almost demanded given the fact that Wise was one who could almost always have a shot at her if she wanted. She'd even go along with it just for the scientific research if it suited him better. "Fuck me, Wise♪~" she sang in an almost defiant way. "If you have breeding in you, I'm willing, ready, and waiting♪!~" she expressed with nothing even considered hesitation.

[Bloodedge]

For only the umpteenth time today, Miko was claiming something was the best. The more Kazuhiko heard that statement, the more he had to agree; this was an incredible day at every turn. Damned be the missing memories; he could worry about those later. For now, his primary concern was readying his phone to snap no less than thirty pictures of Miko where she lay. Ah, he got some excellent ones. The way she played the part of a kitten and licked spunk from the back of her hands, she was definitely going into a very special set of memories and image files separate from the rest. "That is the best!" he countered with that ever-busy thumb slamming against his smartphone screen. Just then, their 'mysterious' visitor made himself known. Asakura Soma rounded the alley corner, arms crossed and looking smug neither amused nor the opposite. "Finishing already? I was going to keep using you two for entertainment until the others finished," he commented while stepping toward the pair.

All the while, a confused NanoWise was tilting his head. Wise himself may have known about Miko's willingness to do virtually anything sexual, but the nanomachine had no such data installed yet. Of course, that was for good reason; she was one of few special cases whose data was restricted for a controlled experiment. Missing data was a problem for the machine in such a moment, though. What wasn't a problem, was Miko's willingness. There was no selection of a breeding protocol, but there was such an overwhelming willingness to proceed that NanoWise could make only one choice. "Protocol selection terminated. Initiating Breeding Protocol Omega: Stage One," he said after a few moments of hesitation. Seconds later, Miko would find herself leaned back into a rather standard missionary position as NanoWise pushed into her canal. Such was Breeding Protocol One. The Omega operation was, in fact... the full list of protocols.

[Apollymi]

Miko would claim another thing was the best today and it would be echoed. Even if Kazuhiko wasn't talking about the exact same thing, they resonated on their general like of such moments. She happily licked his essence off her hands and moved it away from her face even as he took several pictures of the aftermath. She was happy to give him such images, as she knew him to enjoy them. She'd begun taking several such images herself so she wasn't one to argue. "Yep, you got the good shots too right? Let me know..." she paused. Why? Someone else was speaking. It seemed they'd be found but not by anyone worth being upset about. No, it seemed that the person who'd snuck up on them was Asakura Soma... "Sou ka, you didn't hit my danger sense like normal. Well, I guess Sakura doesn't either... I didn't figure you for a voyeur. Did you just happen to end up being a lookout who can claim it as a favor later... that sounds like the right one when I say it aloud," she thought aloud but there was no animosity there, her mind was buzzing as it usually was when she took in too much mana. Any taken directly to her head always set her mind ablaze. Everywhere else, it came with... orgasms. No matter, perhaps it was because she still had Soma on her list of future conquests and there were a great number of ways to include him in one of her days. "The others are nearby? Why aren't you with them?" Miko asked quickly she'd began to pull her clothes back into place. Forcing her boobs back into place, forcing her legs back into her shorts and the like.

Meanwhile, a Miko out of time was busy causing confusion in a NanoWise. She was apparently one of the individuals that NanoWise wasn't allowed to know about before interacting with her. That was exciting. To Miko that seemed like an invitation to be as outrageous as possible at every first meeting with a robot man. Apparently, her willingness to participate terminating the choosing part, but initiated whatever Protocol Omega was, "No idea what that means, but it sounds awesome! Let's gooooo♪~" Miko sang happily. She was forced into a missionary position and then finally given what she wanted, a cock reaching into her depths as sex began properly. Her body's canal would aim to suck him into her depths without much hesitation, but the gravity of her would aim to knock him against her entrance before sucking him into her womb. "Ahhh, that's the good stuff♪~" A grin crossed her face as she moved her hips. "You know breeding is really easy if you keep me distracted. You could fill all my holes♪~" she encouraged the robot to engage in multiple penetration. She revealed her weaknesses in the hopes they'd be taken advantage of. All the while several women thought the same thing in the most endearing way possible, 'Slut.'

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko did indeed have the best pictures he could manage of Miko in the moment. He wouldn't be allowed any more, though ─ not with the sudden interruption sauntering down the alleyway. "Woah, what─oh," he muttered, fully alert. Realizing it was just the son of Kaguya, Kazu breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been beyond awkward to be caught at the very end like that. Now he could at least get himself back together, pants and all. "Why would you consider me a danger at all? You haven't done anything to me," Soma said to the brown-haired girl. His animosity was a very specific thing. It appeared in response to being double-crossed or otherwise impeded, which neither Miko nor Kazuhiko had done. "I'm not a voyeur; I'm an observer. There is a difference. And, no, I wasn't looking out to blackmail either of you for a favor. It wouldn't be in my best interest if you were caught. Call it mutual benefit as is," Soma claimed. "Well that's just more refreshing. Not sure how I'd feel being indebted to a guy my age who was born this morning," Kazuhiko mused. He'd managed to pull up his pants, and was now sorting through the lengthy series of images he'd just taken. As he did, Soma continued speaking. "The shop we were going to is right across the street; didn't you know? They're inside. I had an unfortunate 'difference of opinion' with some moron inside, so I was asked to leave. You'll find that idiot around the corner, so be sure to step on him on your way by," Soma explained. With that, he looked to Miko and extended a hand ─ one that mimicked the shape of a gun with his thumb, forefinger and middle finger. "On an unrelated note, do you have what I'm looking for yet?"

Meanwhile, NanoWise was being further dragged in by Miko. Acceptance was expected, even demanded when a protocol was initiated, but she was taking things further and further still. Core Wise was already getting some valuable data. Ah, but what was that NanoWise himself getting? More invitations. He was given Miko's secrets, her access points to greater and easier experiences. Her other holes were offered, and though they had no purpose in breeding itself, NanoWise was able to process the benefits. "Acknowledged. Adjusting Protocol Omega. Subject complacent. Subject's requests will be fulfilled," he said as two particularly girthy tentacles took phallic shape and encroached upon her other orifices. One would join his cock below and slither its way into her rear, and the other would be left hovering around her face as the distraction she seemed so keen to accept even before making a request of it.

[Apollymi]

Miko and Kazuhiko were able to get dressed, with only a minor heart attack caused by Soma's approach. The lad first questioned why Miko would have thought him a danger when she'd done nothing to earn his ire. "Random extra entity appearing while I am doing sketchy things should likely hit as a danger... though I suppose you don't count as such to me in the general sense. If your ire is so pointed, I won't worry about the random ways you catch me~" she said a sentence which may have come out lightly flirtier than she'd originally intended. Beyond that Soma apparently, wasn't blackmailing them, and thought that their not being caught was mutually beneficial. Kazuhiko expressed relief and Miko would as well when she was finished buttoning up her shorts. Of course, she also checked her pockets immediately finding her phone, a bag with apparently marbles in them and nothing else of great importance. "I like that way that sounds from you... and I've heard it before in a similar situation. So I'll believe in you..." she mentioned to Soma with a great deal of ease. She wasn't the type to fall into things with the wrong sort of people. And still she remained listening to his words. They were across the street from the card shop they'd been aiming for, and he questioned them not knowing that. And he claimed he'd been kicked out for a disagreement, which Miko could mentally assign to someone mistaking him for a girl and hitting on him, or someone hitting on Kaguya in a way that he wouldn't have liked. As for what they knew or didn't, "Well, we kind of, ended up on another planet and some stuff I don't even remember. The morning has been... eventful, so honestly, I had no idea where we were but it's good we're nearby. And sorry you got to meet such trash humans so early," Miko offered. It was kind of terrible to have one's first day of life show them the unacceptable sides of humanity. "I could heal him a bit if you like," she said not stating whether or not she'd be stepping on someone or not. As for what he wanted on an unrelated note, "Eh, not yet. That is actually still on a list but I don't want to just call and ask for that. The situation is complex and I am going to talk to him a bit later today anyway. It's definitely in the top five of the list," she confirmed. "Speaking of Kazuchii, I need to talk to you about a thing... well about a couple of things," she mentioned knowing that a few points needed to be clarified since she definitely had at least two other people besides her parents who needed potentially to cross the threshold.

While one Miko was calming down and returning to the world of proper interactions, the other was seducing an AI. NanoWise had finally slid himself home within Miko's core wnad would find nothing but acceptance for every action he took. She'd even go on to continue encouraging his actions, the information she gave him, was apparently processed as as request which he'd apparently answer, because of her compliance. "That's music to my ears♪!~" Miko chimed as her other hole was filled. The movement of her body in a strange rhythm would continue as she moaned her content and began working towards orgasm. Such would also take place as the tentacle over her face would be taken back into her mouth and she'd amuse herself with it as well. If all NanoWise wanted was a compliant active breeder, he'd definitely get one out of Miko, though, he'd have to fill her up quite a bit to get something like that. Until that time, she'd enjoy the sensations provided. "Also, you can change it up and show me all the cool stuff, I can take it♪~" she added before she swallowed that tentacle down low enough to stimulate herself. At the same time the others witnessing all of this were somewhat shocked. This was such a different outcome from Angelica. In the meantime, the other Wises had been dwindled down to just a few, with prime Wise being in charge of the mechanical ones.

[Bloodedge]

"Good; you shouldn't worry. As long as you don't create a reason to worry," Soma specified. He didn't care to make enemies of the group he was currently with. If anything, he'd rather make underlings of as many of them as he could, if such a thing were possible. Miko kept herself on a very questionable list of individuals he would undoubtedly benefit from subduing. Soma even believed he could subdue this one with relative ease, but... never absolutely. What a shame. Still, he could make something of the situation. An interesting thing of note was Miko's mention of their trip to another planet, so casually thrown into an explanation. Her apology for Soma's situation was an unnecessary thing that he merely waved off. "I expect as much. But another planet? You'll have some explaining to do. I'll be listening," he said, having no reason to disbelieve the claim. As for healing the alleged moron and her not yet having the gun Soma requested, two things would be answered at once. "There's only one type of healing a person like that needs. If I had what I needed, I would have taken care of the healing myself," he asserted nonchalantly. With that, Miko was addressing Kazu, who'd been quiet for a minute. Why? Well, he'd gotten to the end of pictures taken here in the alley, and been stunned to silence by some things he didn't remember. Miko had to talk to him about something. "Is it about the memories I want back? Because it should be about the memories I want back. How the hell did I lose this?!" he asked of the universe while scrolling through images of himself and Ashikaga Kimiko that were nowhere in his memory bank.

Miko of the future was taking nanomachine tentacle assault in stride, and then some. The machine would match her requests as stated, having no reason to deny a complacent subject for the project. In offering such acceptance, it seemed he opened himself to the demand of more. Miko's next plea was attributed to a command that would progress to the next protocol. As such, another pair of tentacles wrapped around her ankles to pull back her legs. "Acknowledge. Initiating Breeding Protocol Two," he said during a slight change. Miko's legs would be pulled back by those tentacles until NanoWise's hands rested on the backs of her thighs, effectively adding friction and depth to penetration ─ something the data cloud registered as a more effective method of insemination. Such would be how he continued moving forward, hips slamming as the tentacle in Miko's rear writhed wildly within.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Miko didn't need to worry about incurring Soma's wrath, so long as she did nothing to earn it. "I'll keep that in mind I guess. I don't think I have any reasons to give you... " Miko claimed with earnestness. Soma was the type of person she wouldn't clash with negatively, because she loved his mother and because he was her type. If one added to this the fact that Miko was almost incapable of an active act of betrayal, well... they had nothing to argue about. As for her random speech about another planet, she was believed by Soma who'd want to hear more about it at some point in the future, "Hai, I'll tell you everything I understand... as I understand it. Happy Seed Day♪!~" she claimed once again wondering where that had come from. Beyond that, the man out in the alley was someone whom Soma apparently wished dead, which only confirmed his bad behavior for Miko. "Hm... I'll get to work on that, really I was outside of range and a bit busy earlier... bringing me back to..." she pointed her gaze at Kazuhiko who'd been going through his phone. He apparently wanted to speak about getting his memories back, she found herself wondering what he'd seen to make him say that... "I was actually going to ask about your stance as leader. I know a couple of people I am sure are too magical to live daily lives. Sakura was talking about one of them and I trust her judgement about the potential negatives of him being left alone. I don't want anything to happen to them, but its different from the thing with my parents," Miko explained gently. "What about your memories though, you have pictures? Do I have pictures?" she asked on tiptoes tying to peek if only to find an answer maybe they were both missing.

While photos and people were topics of discussion between one Miko and a few companions, the Miko outside of time, seemed to be enjoying an interesting time at the hands of a Nanobot version of Wise. With a pure offering of acceptance, Miko found herself having an easier time getting what she wanted out of the AI. Here and now, she was being introduced to Breeding Protocol Two, and having her legs pressed back for more friction. That tentacle in her rear was writhing, and Miko herself, orgasmed spraying a ton of persimmon juice tainted with aphrodisiac and champagne onto the man in front of her. She'd be found moaning around that tentacle in her mouth as well, "Waaaah♪~ Protocols are positions? That's awesome♪!~" she chimed seemingly pleased by the information. This was going to be a fun time, How many would she get to before it disappeared? Or rather how many would she be allowed to experience, because she knew, she wouldn't be stopping of her own accord.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever a seed day was, Soma had neither assumptions to make nor interest to offer right away. Without any context, it didn't matter to him at all. What did matter, was the situation surrounding some worthless human lying half-dead just outside the alleyway. He wasn't getting the gun he needed, so few things actually mattered to Soma presently. On Kazuhiko's end, there was a mention of his stance... as a leader. Those things were always being brought up despite the number of times he refuted leadership, but now, he seemed only bothered by other things... like how he managed to forget moments with Ashikaga Kimiko like what he saw in those images. "Why are you asking me about that kind of thing? More importantly, why isn't this the more important thing?!" he asked, showing a series of images containing the most compromising of positions in the same dressing room he and Miko previously occupied. "Where's the fucking memories?! I'm going to beat myself in the head until I remember!" he exclaimed, that phone shaking due to the incredible tension buildup in his arm.

All the while, that alleyway had another visitor ─ this one beyond all manner of senses, and even the rules of reality itself. It was none other than Yugi, though he'd not yet left the party. He stood around the corner in the opposite direction of Soma's recent victim. He appeared just as he'd been seen last, but remained out of sight while contemplating an eventual approach. Before being seen, he had to hide in plain sight. "Hmm. Who to be. Pretty much everything's an option now... I think. Unless I flux it up in the future... again. Goddamnit," he muttered. Luckily, it seemed there was a bit of time left before an encounter occurred. He seemingly had plenty of time to think about which face he'd wear.

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, there was a developing animosity about their lost memories. Though first Miko chose to address the ideation of telling at least a couple of other people about magical stuff, given the nature of their group dynamics. "I was asking because if I make brash or irrational decisions they may end up your problem. If you think of something or its something you don't want to deal with... that'd be perfectly reasonable. I wouldn't purposefully make more work for you, but it'd also be reasonable if this needed a bit of vetting. I also can't fully explain some things just yet..." she expressed of that part. But there was the other half of his statement and while she was good at compartmentalizing, she still couldn't quite bring herself to utter anything else unrelated to the images she was seeing. Those pictures were indeed Ashikaga Kimiko and she was in quite the positional set, "The fuck I don't remember that and I was awake longer than you!" she exclaimed. "That's fucking hot! She looks so fucking pleased! Good job Kazuchii~" Miko exclaimed even without remembering the moment. Ah but there was a full meltdown. "You can't beat yourself in the head, you'll get a concussion!" Miko exclaimed. Still, after managing to pull her eyes away she pulled out her own phone. Soma was almost forgotten as she typed the password into her phone and opened it to a series of pictures.


"Oh shit! I have my own! They are even in special snacks! I don't remember these either!!" she exclaimed, as she swiped though photos of herself and Yugi in all kinds of compromising positions. This was a major problem. Why couldn't she remember? What had she forgotten? How did she get it back. "I need to know what I don't know! I bet it was awesome!~" she expressed. They were panicking together and Miko herself was rummaging through her brain looking for any details that would tell her what happened. When had she passed out? What had happened? Why didn't she wake up? Was it when she switched to Anais? Ugh! Why couldn't she remember, she was now holding her head with one hand and pacing while staring at her phone screen. That new stranger, undecided as he was, would have the moments surrounding this particular pairs issues to figure out his disguise.

[Bloodedge]

The pair of brunettes in that alleyway had very different priorities as noted by Soma. One had the more sensible approach of considering would-be comrades in their upcoming adventures as a group, and the other... was being a total deviant. Soma continued to wonder why the one called Kazuhiko was deferred to by others. Maybe one day, he'd have reason to understand it fully. "Huh? The hell are you even talking about?" Kazuhiko wondered after hearing Miko's ramblings about... his concerns, whatever they were in her head. As it stood, the only thing concerning him was this maddening loss of memory. Soon enough, Miko even had her own images with the male of that pairing. They were both missing what seemed to be a massive chunk of time, roughly in the same window. He was advised not to beat himself in the head, but perhaps there was another way! "Hey wait! I'm missing something. You're missing something. What if we bang our heads together and try triggering some freaky time-space memory restoration?!" Kazu suggested. In that moment, Soma stepped forward. One hand reached out in Kazu's direction, and the other reached toward Miko. He fully intended to grab each of them by the cranium and slam their heads into each other ─ as if to prove how idiotic the current topic was. "I'm done listening to this. Focus!" he demanded. "Either this conversation goes back to the important topic, or I'm revealing the magic to everyone myself. I've already got a head start," he claimed.

Yugi was still contemplating around the corner. He had so many options for appearance, but so many of them were dangerous for one reason or another. He had to consider the first faces Miko and Kazu had seen of him, and ensure there weren't any strong overlaps that would trigger a memory sooner than necessary. He did consider there were quite a few versions of himself that wouldn't have interactions with the young Jovians for quite some time ─ at least from their perspectives. Sadly, one of them had to be saved for the aforementioned beach trip. Narrowing down the options wasn't a very satisfying thing, Yugi decided. "Shit! Do I really have to go dragon? That's probably not the best idea in this time and place, but... I also don't want to walk around old Osaka exuding generational karmic debt. Probably the worst time and place for that one, considering. . ."

[Apollymi]

Miko and Kazuhiko were having two different conversations. The way Miko thought about things currently, she could technically hold both of them and lose nothing, but she knew that Kazuhiko suffered from a different kind of thought process. One that she also suffered from in bursts. The tunnel vision of wanting to know what memories they'd lost, had her not replying to the original question he'd posed immediately. She was too entranced going through photos, her mind only caught up again by the time they were trying to figure out how to get their memories back. Perhaps, she should have thought a bit more... if she had she would have thought about the fact that if it was possible for contact between them to trigger their memories, that very vigorous butt-fucking probably would have done it. She knew that exchanges of fluids carried a lot of information and still, it slipped her mind as she opted for the first reaction of her body to get back something lost.

"I mean it couldn't hurt..." she said only to have something else happened. She'd already stopped registering Soma as a threat, so contact with her head only truly registered to her, after his hand was on her head and pushing it forward. If his antics completed she'd definitely not be able to stop her forward momentum, she wasn't quite used to her new body enough yet for that. "Waaah♪~" is all she managed. Regardless of anything else, she would either feel the effects of his actions or still be capable for formulating whole sentences afterwards. Just the same, there was a different kind of thought processing taking place at the other end of the alleyway. Whatever form was chosen, it would likely be considered new, and most of the things wrong with this time, were a relative unknown to these people. They only wanted memories, card games and solidarity.

[Bloodedge]

The brunettes and their looping conversation wasn't resulting in any forward progress. If there was one thing Soma could not abide, it was failure to progress. Addressing the matter of exposing others to magic was something that could affect his own growth and plans. If they continued to impede his plans by not getting to the important topic, he'd actually consider the pair detrimental to his goals. Slamming their heads into each other was just the quickest and easiest solution to get his point across. "Attatatataa─!" Kazuhiko chattered after recoiling from the impact. He rubbed his forehead and just barely avoided falling back. "What was that for? We were eventually gonna─" Soma was quick to interrupt. "Eventually isn't quick enough. I was going to let things continue, but then it all became stupid. Are you going to let her tell people about magic or not?" he asked, clearly not accepting any deflections. "That doesn't have anything to do with me! I'm not in charge of who gets magic stuff and who doesn't. If somebody wants to bring somebody else to the other world, who would I be to stop them?" Kazu countered to answer both of the others. In that moment, Soma raised a brow. This wasn't making much sense. "You would be... the leader? Making a decision for your followers?" he said as if questioning, looking to Miko thereafter. "You all have the strangest criteria for what determines leadership."

Speaking of determinations, Yugi was finally bringing himself to an answer. There were less options than he initially thought. Beyond that, it seemed he had little choice but to take a very powerful form ─ one that had pale skin, purple-shaded slit eyes, pointed ears, and waist length white hair with a single lock that has a blue underside. He also has what appears to be two bright, blue horn- or feeler-like accessories at shoulder length. There was little to be done about making this one's appearance more normal. The most he was able to manage was a dark blue pinstripe suit. Sure, he'd probably catch quite a few eyes while he waited. Sure, it may be a bit strange for such a specimen to appear in front of this group at all. Some sacrifices of reason had to be made at times.

[Apollymi]

The brunettes were spiraling, yes, into a conversation about missing memories and ways in which to retrieve them. Both of them as individuals had things they wanted to remember and both had allowed their guards to go down enough. Just enough for someone like Soma to slam their heads together. Oddly enough, he proved the futility of their earlier thoughts but also tried to steer the conversation back to something he deemed as more important. "Ahtatata~ I was wrong, I was horribly wrong. Damn, Kazuchii's head is hard," she mumbled to herself as she rubbed her temples with her fingers. A few seconds later she was holding Kazuhiko's temples and getting a feel for him to make sure he didn't actually have a concussion. The gentle warmth of her magic seeping into her finger tips which was more plentiful than before, likely because of the infusion she'd so recently received. "I just let my guard down, if you're going to to give me a headache it should come with dick, Soma-chan," she said before her own eyes widened. "Inside voices on the outside again," she mumbled. As for why Kazuhiko's confusion surrounding his decision making on magical extras, "Because what if I bring someone along and they become a super villain or you have already seen them or something? This is your adventure and extra help is one thing, but it has to be your terms that's only fair," Miko claimed.

She knew what it was to lead a group and she knew what kind of tasks individuals could be trusted with and what kind others couldn't be. "This team as it exists minus the kids, has been your combination. If we are adding pieces it should be you who okays them at base before we add the weirdness of extra magic. I trust my own ability to figure out if people are too sketchy for me, but I wouldn't make any problems for you if I could avoid it," Miko clarified her point. To answer Soma's actual question, she shrugged, "He's one of those people you come to understand by living with him. Current horny brain as an aside in a complex situation or a combat one, or a social one, I can trust in his experience and in his ability to choose what is best for as many people as possible," she expressed directly, for Soma. She understood his confusion and knew that he wouldn't really get why someone like Kazuhiko was in charge of the group. But he'd only seen him within the microcosm of him being a human teenager. He didn't know about Charlemagne. He didn't have a thirty year adventure with him, or 300 years of companionship. "Also, I probably should have realized the heads together thing wouldn't work. If we could unlock each others memories the sex would have done it," she remembered her earlier lessons. Whatever the case, they were taking a step closer to the end.

[Bloodedge]

Of all the times to fire a random shot, Miko decided to do so after a third-party-induced headbutt between Kazuhiko and herself. "Oi, party foul!" he announced. Seeing the possibility of another relapse, Soma raised his hands again, as if to repeat the process and drive the point home further. Between Kazu focusing on the comment about his head's hardness and Miko commenting on being given a headache, he was fully prepared to strike again. "Woah, time out!" Kazu yelled to halt the lad. Still rubbing his forehead while Miko apparently applied a soothing magical touch to his temples, Kazuhiko considered the girl's stance. "Why did you go straight to supervillain? If I thought any of you guys would invite somebody like that, I wouldn't hang with you in the first place," he argued.

Miko went on to explain the existing team and his say on its overall structure. He never gave it so much importance, personally. If one of his comrades had a comrade, he had two comrades. That was the sort of math Kazuhiko applied to team structure. "Dude, just invite someone if you want. It's a few hundred years too late for the trust conversation," he said, knowing his faith in Miko had developed through Anais. Someone she decided to bring along wasn't something he would question. He and Soma were of a different breed, as Soma himself questioned that mentality... in addition to Kazuhiko's leadership ability. "So we're all delegating based on trust, huh? Whatever gets you two off, I guess. That's more than I need to hear. You two should get to the shop before I start hearing something about the power of friendship and have an aneurism," Soma said with a deep sigh. All the while, that white-haired version of Yugi was patiently waiting around the alley's entrance. Whenever Miko stepped out, he'd be 'conveniently' bumping into her as a random passerby.

[Apollymi]

"I can't get in trouble for telling the truth!" Miko shot back. Still, the looming threat of Soma was enough for her to skitter just a little. She was trying not to end up with a headache today. She didn't need to add physical stimuli to her already existing mental problems. Whatever the case, it would be easy enough for the pair to keep up their regular conversation so long as their heads weren't forced to collide again. Moving on, there was a very reasonable question about why she thought to jump straight to accidentally creating a supervillain. Miko gave it a bit of thought and shrugged soon after, "I'm extreme... that's the most extreme thing I figured could happen if I was too impulsive which I have been a lot lately," she managed after removing her hands from his temples, sure of his wellness. Beyond that point Kazuhiko claimed that they were too deep in their friendship for a conversation about trust. "I guess that is pretty true. I don't have a list or anything but there is at least one I don't want to live without again. And the other because I am about to ask him for a lot and he's already potentially in magical trouble," Miko uttered. "I'll introduce you when the time is right then," she confirmed.

As for Soma it seemed he was not one to enjoy the power of friendship as a trope and also didn't want to deal with it. He also surmised that they were delegating tasks based on trust. "I suppose that is the cut and dry of it... you had to have taken some weird things from Kaguya to say it like that~" Miko thought about his thoughts about friendship. Whatever the case, they did need to head to the shop, before she left she'd give a better timeline to Soma, "I'm planning to make that call within the next hour or two. I'll text when I have what I promised you~" she offered fully planning to do exactly that. Moving on... "Does your head feel okay? Ready to play card games, Kazuchii♪~" Miko asked seemingly excited to get on the move. She was fully prepared to head with him out of this alleyway and in the direction that Soma had come from...

[Bloodedge]

"Extreme? That's way beyond extreme! Well... there's still Ganelon, so I'll concede to the possibility. That one's more my fault than anyone else's though," Kazu surmised. From the sound of things, Miko had a grand total of two others she intended to spill the beans to. He didn't have any assumptions as to who they might be, but that didn't matter at all. Some people had enough of his trust that they could bring along veteran criminals, and he'd believe said criminals had a full change of heart. "Looking forward to it. Hopefully we can also make the other world more awesome for when they get there," he added.

Finally, Soma had his answers. There would soon be other people to inspect and consider adding to his growing list, which currently had only three firm targets... Well, four if he counted two halves. With a timeline given, he could rest easy about the gun he'd been waiting for. Solid plans were good. What wasn't good, was the fact that these two continued diddling about when Soma 'kindly suggested' they progress to the shop. Instead of moving right along, Kazuhiko was patting himself down, and Miko was doing a wellness check. "Yeah, I think I'm good. I think it'll─" Suddenly, Soma cleared his throat. There was a smile on his face, but it held no warmth ─ only menace. "Oh, was that not clear? I'm banned from that little shop. The longer you take, the longer I have to wait around for the rest of you. 'You should go' doesn't mean 'make sure you're ready to go' last time I checked. Move," he demanded of the pair. What an antsy day-old lad this was, Kazu thought. "Yeesh. How much to buy three seconds, dude..." the brown-haired male muttered, taking those initial steps forward. "Fine, fine! Card games, ho!" he announced, marching forth with a fist in the air. The version of Yugi waiting outside heaved a sigh of relief. He, too, tired of the wait. Once Kazuhiko exited the alley, he was on the move ─ seemingly at the perfect pace to 'accidentally' have a run-in with the next person out.

[Apollymi]

Beyond extreme was apparently Miko's thoughts about accidentally creating a super villain. "Hm, yeah, I don't think that's really anyone's fault..." she said of Ganalon. If that man chose not to be reasonable while being a part of Charlemagne's group, he was just going against the grain. That was his own weirdness, and Miko was sure of this given the conversion of people like Fierbras. As for the introductions promised, it seemed Kazuhiko was looking forward to them, as well as making the world a better place for them. "Hai, I'm sure they'd help with that in some cases..." Miko said knowing what these two individuals were like and extrapolating their motivations. Meanwhile, the wellness check was apparently unappreciated by someone like Soma. In fact, that one was rather cranky already, there was nothing but pure menace in that face and voice and Miko looked at it, feeling a strange sense of dread, wrapped up with a nice bow of arousal. "Of all the things you got from Kaya, why that?♪~" she bemoaned as she moved on. "We're going, we're going. That's actually super hot on a guy though, box it..." she ended skittering past him and just behind Kazuhiko. She'd claimed she follow him anywhere and fully intended to do so.

Except, after he stepped out of the alleyway, she was oddly enough bumped into instead. The part of her that was always a Japanese school girl at heart, immediately apologized seemingly upset that she'd not noticed someone there at first. "Gomennasai!" she said immediately. It always felt weird bumping into people. And even beyond that she'd developed different life habits when things like this happened given her own experiences in the magical world. She didn't immediately look up, there was a lesser acknowledged fear there but still there was no need not to be polite. She wanted to avoid conflict more often than not, and Osaka wasn't the safest city on the planet according to her own father. It'd be a shame to accidentally run into an angry Yakuza boss or something and then ahve to do something way more extreme than the regular world was ready for. Yes, that was an extreme thing to think, but she'd not even looked up yet.

[Bloodedge]

One stepped out of the alleyway, and another stepped right into a white-haired man's path. He was larger than Miko by more than a fair margin, and virtually unmoved by the impact. The speed by which she apologized for it, though, was strange... as he'd undoubtedly been the one who walked into her. Ah, Japan; he hadn't been back in quite some time. "Oh, don't worry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," the man spoke, his voice flowing between his lips like a calm river. He didn't waste any time before reaching out, calmly as he spoke, aiming to tilt the girl's head up by the chin. "Are you alright? You could have had quite the fall. That wouldn't be good," he said while Kazuhiko, still walking ahead, slowed and turned just slightly. "Oi, you good back there?" the lad asked. In the meantime, Soma was approaching slowly from the alley. He would be busying himself with other things, but this brief meeting was... strange.

Within the card shop they were encroaching upon, there was a silent uproar that had been building for quite some time. Eight impossible girls were seated in the shop presently, alongside two males who could just as easily pass as models or celebrities of some sort. The shop regulars were upset, confused, aroused and... in some cases afraid after witnessing what happened to one particular boy ─ the one Soma promptly beat to a pulp and dragged outside. "I can't believe that one was a guy! It had to be a tomboy who took fighting classes!" one boy whispered aggressively in a huddled group. "Fuck it; who cares? There's eight more over there. Who's got next? I wanted to try the one with the little sister, but that foreigner's got cannons I wouldn't mind being blasted by!" said another lad. "It'd probably be better to just talk normally? You know, like Kakihara-san did! Get their guards down, play a couple of rounds, do some teaching and... well, you know," suggested a third member of the huddle.

[Apollymi]

Ah, right. Miko wasn't a beast-kin hiding amongst humans, she was just a teenage girl. As long as she didn't encounter a criminal, it wasn't likely she'd get an aggressive response. And, that voice came out so smooth a little shiver moved up her spine. She'd been walking beside Kazuhiko, but was losing track of most things as that voice flowed into her ears and stirred her heart beat. So quickly did he reach for her chin, tilting her face up and her eyes open as they were seemed to show a dancing flame for just an instant as she took in this males visage. He was beautiful in a way she couldn't rationalize, but somehow still quite manly. She opened her mouth to speak, a bit of drool immediately pooling at the left corner as she studied that face. "I'm... fine," she managed. "I'm not hurt... are you okay?" she managed quickly. She didn't imply that she could hurt someone without trying, but she still didn't wish to have caused someone unnecessary pain. "Though if I had to choose something to walk into, you are definitely on the list," she concluded. her brains inner functions and speech mixing together. As for Kazuhiko's forward trek, she heard him as she always would. "I'm... thirsty, but good..." she muttered. Too honest, was one like Miko. Thirsty, hungry... these were words of arousal to her. Still, she wouldn't be turning her gaze away from this man. Could she talk to him? Maybe get his number... she was quite busy but there was no reason she couldn't add this to one of her days right?

Meanwhile, the card shop and an influx of young women and a couple of young men with them. At the table, they were organized in a clustered group. with the males sitting at the end, between them and the 'regulars'. Kaguya was seated next to Yuuya and managed to chuckle just a little, "If Mi-chan was here, she could tell us what they are whispering about. I'm getting bad vibes," Kaguya mentioned casually. "I suppose that is true, I can say they aren't actually physically threatening. Any of us could crush them, though I'd rather play the game," Ai mentioned, keeping her eyes on that group and taking a position which left no openings for approaching her at the table. "I'm on protect the baby duty! Mi-chama and Kazu-chama will come... I have a good feeling about it!~" Chika mentioned as if there was nothing to worry about. "Eh? they better, we're saving them seats. Not like any one is worried about them or anything~" Kei uttered huffily sitting at the center of the table. "This is somehow worse than those weird barracks places. If they come up I could just punch them. Maybe slap, they look a little weak..." Angelica mentioned firmly. Apparently most weren't a problem. Still, Anya sat in Chika's lap and looked at the whole of this place. Emirie remained quiet but her nose was twitching given the scents of the humans in this building. Sena kept her eyes peeled, no one would be allowed to approach.. She was willing to go the way of Soma if she had to... though she didn't say that.

[Bloodedge]

Kazu stopped long enough to check Miko's wellness and... apparently discover the existence of someone who didn't look like they should exist in this world. Well, that could be said about many people ─ perhaps the sort Miko had been talking about inviting. As everything seemed fine, he kept moving forward, albeit at a slowed pace. While that happened, the male standing in front of Miko was seeming... oddly unfazed by her strange behavior. When asked the same question he'd presented her with, the man answered plainly. "Of course. It would take something with the strength of a meteor impact to bother me," he mentioned calmly while swiping at that bit of drool with his thumb. Miko's words about walking into him seemed to be ignored, but only for a moment, as he was content to comment on her thirst first. "You should be mindful of thirst. As luck would have it, I can quench that for you now," he offered. Just then, the man's other arm rose, holding in its hand a goblet filled with sparkling water. It looked silver, but... something more. Whether it was there and missed, or was never there originally... well, that didn't matter. "For starters, you can drink this."

Within the shop, the chatter of boys was not coming to an end anytime soon. Moment by moment, a decision was being made to approach any number of the girls new to the shop. There were a couple of males will them, but neither of them was intimidating enough to deter the group as a whole. "I think I could bag the blonde that looks like she belongs in a library. The short-haired one! You know, since I shower unlike Hanabira-kun," one commented, much to another's distaste. "Urusai! It's card games with the boys; I don't need to shower for this! Besides, what's that got to do with it?" the one called Hanabira wondered. "Dude, you didn't see those nose wrinkles? She obviously got a whiff of your ass crack from three days ago! Wash your balls before you start thinking about somebody lickin' 'em!"

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko paused just long enough to make sure she was safe. She adored that part about him, willing to let her do what she wanted, but also still friend enough to look after her. It was quite an odd thing for her to notice at a time like this. A little smile appeared on the corners of her lips, but still her eyes hadn't moved. No, this white haired man was a bit too commanding for her to dare to look away. "Meteoric impact, I could manage that maybe..." Miko muttered. Maybe she could bounce her ass like a meteor, even just a little would be enough to keep her happy against a man like this. She should apparently be watching her thirst and he rubbed that drool away from her lip. The movement of that thumb below her lip, "Sorry, I'm really weird," Miko murmured. Of course, he claimed that he had something for her thirst. There was a cup suddenly in his hand. Not a cup, wrong word, goblet... "Offering a strange girl a drink?" she mused but... "Common sense says not to accept but I really want to... going with instinct then. I'll take it, thanks for offering," Miko consented. She'd mentally worked through it, and still the worst that could happen was being drugged. But she didn't get that feeling from this man... no, not at all.

While men plotted the large group were on the look out. "You can't punch anyone... they'd probably explode..." mentioned Kaguya. "This place is horrific on the senses... why anyone would leave their house in such a gross state is completely unreasonable," Emirie claimed softly, she was sorting through her own deck of plant based entities. While she wasn't necessarily violent, she could be considered brutal on the ego. Ai for her part in this sighed, "They will likely keep trying a single act of violence isn't enough to properly stop a group like that. If nothing else, they are going to try and use the games as an in at some point," Ai acknowledged in a straightforward way. Kei huffed, she was boiling under the surface. She had a plan to give up her seat when Kazuhiko and Miko returned and take the opportunity to make up with him properly. But... they were taking quite a while to get back. There was hardly any worry for their safety and more of a concern about how many of their group would end up banned from this establishment. "It'd be a shame to lose any of the other guys at this point," Kei mentioned. There was a certain buffer presented by having men in a group of gorgeous women. Whatever the case, Sena was assessing who the next most likely threat was, keeping her attention up.

[Bloodedge]

An impact of meteoric power was necessary to affect this man, and Miko believed she had the capacity. From the look on his face, one could surmise he believed her... or at least thought or knew she had the potential. "On land... maybe," he said at random, appearing to contemplate something possibly unrelated. Whatever the case, he had a drink to offer this girl. Within that chalice was a power currently beyond the perception of mortals and gods alike in this world and timeline. Some, perhaps, would catch an inkling of something unusual. Either way, the foreseeable future from the moment Miko consumed that water would see an entity hiding within her shadow, just as there was now one within Hayami Saori's. 'You know the deal. You will only act when the threat level exceeds seven,' he thought, passing the message along to the shadow figure telepathically. Aloud, he spoke to Miko on a completely separate note. "In the modern era, it may not be wise to think in terms of common sense. It has become increasingly less common of late... and it won't stop soon. This water is from... France. I think you'll find it more refreshing than anything bottled and passed off as spring water."

"Blah! I don't need to shower just to get a girl interested. Don't you read?" Hanabira argued fervently. "Once she gets a load of my masculine musk, she'll be turning her nose up at first... but when she gets addicted to it, she's mine forever!" he insisted. The third male of that group was shaking his head at the others' antics. "You're both disgusting. Why don't we all just make a bet? Loser has to ask out whichever girl he thinks is the hottest over there," that one suggested. All the while, Yuuya was technically in the 'first line of defense' position, feeling uncomfortable as always. Still, he felt compelled to hold that position after the earlier kerfuffle with Soma. "I didn't think it could possibly feel any weirder here," he mumbled, apparently speaking to no one in particular.

[Apollymi]

Miko was standing in front of one of the best looking men she'd ever seen, a list growing by the moment. Experiencing horny thoughts and physical responses to an unknown entity. "On land is always a good start..." Miko mentioned, whether he meant to encourage her or not, she'd take his words as such. Still there may have been something hinky going on here, but Miko wasn't one to go against her own good feelings. And right now, the only feeling she got of any importance was the moistening of her loins. Her thirst however was real and she accepted that drink without hesitation. And when she was finished she had a couple of things to say. "Oiishii!♫~" she mused. "Haven't been to France yet, but that water will apparently be ruining, regular water for me forever~" she assessed that purity. It was so refreshing in the oddest way possible. This water didn't taste like minerals, springs or even filtered things. She was actually certain neromal water would never taste the same to her again. It was disturbing. "Could I get a picture... I'm going to need to explain to my friends why accepted a drink from an extremely attractive guy I bumped into," she asked. "Good on me, remembering manners... still feels way more intense than normal," she managed, not knowing that deep in the recesses of her mind, a certain dark one was still twitching uncontrollably on the floor, moaning unintelligible pleas. Ever excited Miko had her phone out and at the ready to get that image. "Also if you ever find yourself wanting to repeat that sort of exchange with a different kind of drinking apparatus I am more than willing to accept that too♪!~" she added in all seriousness.

Whatever was going on with those other boys, none of the girls at this table were willing to give them the time of day. The words of Yuuya were heard by Kaguya and she offered him a smile and some understanding. "Gomen, Yuu-kun. I realize this probably isn't fun for you, thanks for running buffer so we might actually get to enjoy at least a little~" Kaguya offered earnestly. "I really can't hit them? Humans are so difficult..." Angelica huffed, human society was annoying in this non-magical world. "Violence is generally frowned upon, even if someone else starts it, technically. It's one of the main negatives of girl life on this side. Also it isn't long now~" Ai mentioned. There were positives and negatives to both sides of life, one other member, a girl with long blue hair was sitting at the table as well, she'd decided it was a good idea to stay behind but she was functioning mostly as Soma's extra eyes and ears while she was here. Quiet she remained even while wondering why no one was worried about their missing friends, perhaps being magical gave people different priorities?

[Bloodedge]

Just as expected, Miko took the male's earliest comment as motivation. He had neither speech nor outward reaction to offer in response to that. Mentally though, he took it as a positive. Regardless, the water he offered was consumed and enjoyed. Soma seemed to be impatiently waiting for Miko to get moving, but... for some reason, he didn't quite feel comfortable interrupting this meeting. "All different waters have their own positives and negatives. You'll learn more about that over time," the man commented. He reached out to take the chalice from Miko's hand now that she was done, but that apparently wasn't the end of their interaction. She wanted... a picture. Of course she did. The first time he'd seen her in this form was making more and more sense by the moment. "I'm not sure I'm suited to any type of picture you'd want to take," he said as if to call himself unphotogenic. In reality, he knew his state of dress went against the normal type of picture Miko took at this point in life. Oh well. "But that is fine. I'd rather avoid repeating the moment, though. If I had to choose a way of being bumped into, I'd make a different selection."

Kazuhiko could basically smell the card shop from where he stood, just in front of the building. Of course it wasn't the terrible body odor he smelled, but instead the amazing, refreshing scent of printed cardboard, plastic sleeves, tins, and so-on. Something about the air surrounding a trading card shop was always better. "Come oooon! Why are you still back there?!" he griped while, inside, other complaints were being formed. "It's fine. I'm just not a fan of large crowds, is all," Yuuya stated. The group that were discussing at a nearby table were finally getting a match together amongst themselves. In total, there were four boys setting up a quick free-for-all format to determine which of them would be making a move first. Little did they know, their game likely wouldn't see its end. . .

[Apollymi]

Miko after having her water, was told she'd be learning more about different waters in the future. "That's a very exciting prospect," she mentioned, there was a certain curiosity always present within her. Even when she was touching the line of degeneracy, she would maintain that. Whatever this man knew of Miko, it seemed he thought himself unready for whatever kind of image she'd like, she smiled, "Admittedly, there are other kinds of pictures I like, but... I believe you'd be suited for those too. Show me, later♪~" she affirmed snapping a quick picture and then another with her own little head popping up with a huge grin. Yes, that was enough for now. As for his final statement she looked at him offering a grin, "Box it♪~ You can bump into me in other ways... I'm so into that idea~" Miko confirmed.

Ah, but there was a short amount of time, her attention drew back to Kazuhiko, who after entering the atmosphere of the card shops radius grew in impatience. "Gomen, be right there!~" Miko chimed. "Still sorry about that bump. I'll do it better next time... see ya' around!~" Miko offered to that man as she finally drew her attention away and went to join Kazuhiko. Still she was staring at that image. That man was so interesting. Soon enough Miko had caught up, and was right beside Kazuhiko again, "Right, card shop! Ready?" she asked as she primed herself to walk inside. Meanwhile, Yuuya was apparently cool, but not in love with the crowds. "We're probably draining all of your social battery huh? No worries, we'll make it up to you~" Kaguya mentioned in that same teasing quality she always had. Of course, those four boys in their FFA were in for a rude awakening and it was right outside the door, or maybe entering by now.

[Bloodedge]

Two total pictures were taken ─ one of the white-haired man by himself, and one including Miko. His expression remained unchanged throughout both, seeming neither distant nor involved. There were also some interesting mentions of images she'd rather take, and more importantly... how she'd do better about bumping into him next time. It seemed she didn't even realize they had an agreement about meetings. One day, this form of Yugi would also hold her responsible for a contract broken, even in ignorance. While she was leaving, he cryptically addressed that matter. "I see. It may not be by choice," he said. With that, they were separated at last. He'd be sharing a brief moment of eye contact with a skeptical-looking Soma before going about his way. The next person Yugi set his gaze upon would be none other than Tohsaka Sakura, whom he'd first have to locate. . .

In that time, a game was starting and Yuuya's rope was shortening. His 'social battery' as Kaguya called it wasn't really a problem, but his ability to accept and believe others being so openly friendly was quite the conundrum. As for someone making things up to him, Yuuya found the notion even more concerning. Kaguya and that flirty behavior of hers would be the death of him, surely. "I... might be even more worried about that," he mentioned. Just then, Kazuhiko took the go-ahead from Miko's arrival and confidently burst into the shop. "Ready! Get set to get decked!" he exclaimed, his excitement reaching peak state. Right away, many of the males within the shop were looking his way. Those who were around before recognized him immediately. Some scoffed, some snickered, and some whispered among themselves. The atmosphere was a little strange... but perhaps that was due to the sudden table full of girls in the shop?

[Apollymi]

"Ominous♫~" Miko sang in response to that given statement. Whatever those words meant, she had it in mind that she would definitely run into that man again. It was something she felt in the deepest parts of her soul. And with that she could easily walk into the card shop accompanying Kazuhiko. His entrance statement was one which was rather random, but Kaguya could only look up and chuckle, "Love the energy! Okaeri♥~" Kaguya greeted without hesitation. "Hmph, it took you two long enough," was all Kei that to say, but she was super excited. The weird atmosphere around those individuals, set Miko to an amount of alertness she'd previously abandoned. Weird, that was something to deal with later. Still, she'd not even noticed that she'd stopped to snap another picture this one of Kazuhiko right after he'd made his major entrance. "You two have a lot of explaining to do. Abandoning me, again..." Angelica complained, which only made Miko chuckle as she approached. "It wasn't like that, but we'll have to explain later," Miko claimed, this venue wasn't right for an explanation of where they'd been. Not really, too many unknowns within the vicinity.

"Kaya-sen, damage report~" Miko asked while holding out her hand for her card. "First, we comment that both of you are looking outrageous right now. You can't just spring that on us!~" she offered a compliment both to Miko and Kazuhiko. "We bought the rest of the stuff at Diviner's, gathered your bags... your phones weren't there," Kaguya mentioned casually. "Oh that's fine we have those," she said reaching into her own pocket. Kei, looked at Miko and poked her exposed midriff. "Does that explanation later come with the reason for this clothing change? Mi-sen's sus!" Kei claimed immediately. "Hai, later..." Miko confirmed. Moving on... Kaguya handed the girl back her credit card which she took. "Ichi-chan has your messenger bag and your duffle, Mi-chan. Yuu-kun brought yours," she said pointing to Kazuhiko. "And I only spent money after that on lunch. We figured if you were going to show up anytime, it'd be here so we haven't made any major moves just yet..." she finished delivering the message. "Also some guy said the wrong thing to Soma and well, he's probably not coming back... questions?" she asked of the pair.

[Bloodedge]

Moments after entering the shop, Kazuhiko heard a couple of the voices he'd been waiting for. It wasn't hard to find over half a dozen girls in a trading card shop anyway, but the initial call-out of Kaguya drew his attention to the perfect place. "Tadaima!" he called back. As for Angelica and her abandonment issues, he could hardly defend himself. "That one... was an accident. Yeah, explaining later," he said just before passing the counter, where Akaba Reiji was busy checking stock online after making so many sales today... and just from the new and returning boys, at that. "Ah, Kimura-kun. It's good to see you again. And a new face. You must be another of Tohsaka-chan's friends. Your group is waiting over there," the owner said with a light bow. "Waiting to get wrecked! I've got some strats I still haven't pulled out yet. Who's the first victim?!" Kazuhiko asked excitedly as he moved toward the group table.

"Dude, that's the guy from before. He's here with them?" one of the scheming lads wondered, whispering. "The guy with Purple? Yeah it's him!" replied Hanabira. "Maybe he's the brother of hot stuff over there. No way he's that popular with the girls." In that moment, the fourth member of their game finally had something to say. "Well we know he had the one. I've been waiting for Kakihara-san to send me the new video he's supposed to have. Hot damn she had a body on her. Can't help but notice she's not with fuck-o today!" he mused. "He prolly got invited out by his sis and her friends because he lost his bitch! You know, coping and all that jazz!"

[Apollymi]

A return of the welcome was about all that Kaguya needed to assess the wellness of the pair. Miko was her usual self, blushing at the compliments. Kaguya would be assuming that this outfit change wasn't necessarily her choice, but definitely suited her physically. The same could be said of Kazuhiko who looked like an anime protagonist in his dark hero arc. "Yeah, I get it. But both of you are on notice. I'm watching you!" Angelica claimed which only made Miko smile and nod. The proprietor of this place, spoke and Miko's eyes flashed just a little, "Oh? Saku-chan has some explaining to do..." Miko murmured. "Iino Miko, yoroshiku onegaishimasu♪~" Miko feel back into polite mannerisms while looking up at the counter after being greeted. "Give me just a moment..." Miko claimed. She went over for the damage report and also to collect her card and while she did that Kazuhiko seemed hype to start his next matches. Miko stopped beside Seiichi and picked up her messenger bag and slipped it around her body as it contained all the other things she needed as well as her snacks. But all of this was simply so she could cross paths with Kazuhiko again and tell him about the odd things she was hearing.

Anya had been very quiet sitting in her mother's lap. She'd heard all the thoughts associated with those boys at the other tables and her eyes were wide with shock. 'Soma-sama would take care of these bad guys!' she thought, having some very peculiar ideas about those. As for the open challenge of Kazuhiko, it would be Ai who was sitting directly across from that empty chair. "Not everyone has complete decks yet. But... I'll take you on," she said, while pointing to the chair across from her. It would be Miko to give an encouraging tap. "Go ahead, I'll join after I'm done with the purchases..." she said aloud. Only to lower her voice just a bit, "And, not to rain on your parade but remember that issue we had at the Hollow Crown Tavern, something similar is happening here. Keep an eye open, I'll be listening..." Miko murmured only to walk off. She mentioned a weird place they had once stopped for dinner as an entire group and had ended in a bar fight because some random guy walked up and tried to put his hands on Bradamante among other things. With that warning in place, one which a younger Anais had struggled to give in her own situation, Miko would be looking to Akaba Reiji ready to make a purchase. "Thank you, for hosting my friends. Tohsaka-chan said you'd offer a bit of a discount for a set of purchases. Do you accept credit cards?" she asked first and foremost. After that there would be a bit of a longer conversation. All the while, Kei who was sitting next to that open seat, felt a bit odd. She couldn't just sit in his lap without giving up her own seat. So she'd have to wait for Miko's return. That was good, she could be calm for a few minutes.

[Bloodedge]

"Then watch, Angie! Watch me pull out a mop and get to work!" Kazuhiko proclaimed. Here in the shop, having an opportunity at long last to have a proper series of games in a large group, Kazuhiko felt more comfortable than he ever could in most situations. He was ready to see if he could accumulate a few solid victories. Ai was the first to accept the open challenge, so he took the singular empty seat in front of her. Of course, a quick glance around the table was performed to check availability. They were a chair short; that would probably become an issue later. Well, perhaps he'd just rotate when necessary. Either way, he readied his deck and began shuffling while Miko whispered some words of warning for reasons unknown. The location she mentioned from their long adventure together was a memorable one, and so was the barfight attached to its memory. Even so, nothing about it registered as a major problem for Kazu. "Uh-huh. Not a problem. Card games!" he said nonchalantly. A small group of douchebags didn't compare to dealing with Saxony. With that in mind, Kazu slid his deck across the table.

In the meantime, Reiji was being revisited by the new brunette lass, who'd recently introduced herself as Iino Miko. "Akaba Reiji. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu," had been his reply. When she spoke of making a discounted purchase and shared gratitude for taking care of her friends, Miko received the older male's full attention. "You don't need to thank me. Dysfunctional as it is at times, this quaint little shop is like a family. And, yes, I did inform Tohsaka-chan that her friends would have the benefit of purchasing at cost. I've already seen such a large spike in sales today that profit is assured," he mentioned. When asked if he accepted credit cards, Reiji reached under the counter to retrieve a credit card imprinter. "I do accept cards, but the transaction won't show to your account until some time after the end of day tonight. Your receipt will be a little old-fashioned as well," he warned.

[Apollymi]

"Hmphf, obviously!" she claimed. It was always interesting to see Kazuhiko being excited. Every girl at the table could agree with that notion. As for the game in progress, Ai also placed her deck in front of him and began the process of cutting it. While this happened, Kaguya took note of Miko's words and grinned. "Oya? You've been here for 45 seconds and you already understand what's going on..." she said of Miko which only made everything else seem normal. "I can hear them, that part is easy..." Miko claimed just loud enough to be heard by this table. "And you don't seem to care... well, I suppose they aren't physically threatening," Kaguya said seemingly amused. All the while Anya could help but look at the other group with a glare. 'Physical doesn't matter, they are bad guys at heart!' she thought frowning just a little. Just the same Chika placed a hand atop the little one's head, noticing only that she needed a bit of comfort but not why. Meanwhile, a game between Ancient Gears and whatever deck Kazuhiko had was getting underway.

At the same time, Miko was being formally introduced to Akaba Reiji and going through her usual politeness with random adults. According to Reiji, she didn't need to thank him, he thought of his shop as a small family, dysfunctional though it might be. Miko could see that, every family had a few outliers, this one had quite a few but she wouldn't be commenting on that part. No there was a way more pressing issue. "At cost?! Saku-chan must have made a serious impression, but are you sure? I am about to make a really large purchase and you should definitely make sure it benefits you," Miko encouraged the older gentleman. In truth, she only expected something like 10 to 20 percent. She was more used to such purchases going wrong and living with an exorbitant mark-up, which she'd mentally called 'furry tax'. Anyway, as long as he accepted cards, it wouldn't be an issue at all... even if she got an old fashioned receipt. "All the little details are fine. End of the day transactional finished are a bit old fashioned but I don't mind that part..." Miko said. She'd give Reiji a bit more of a chance to reconsider his discount. Though he'd claimed his profits were good, there was no reason for him to make less money than he could off the crazy purchase she was already thinking about.

[Bloodedge]

The concern Kazu had for the other males around was virtually nonexistent. He was always at the ready to help comrades whenever necessary, but there were no real threats registering at present. Alas, the boys themselves didn't agree with that. Their game was moving along quickly, leading seemingly toward the loss of an orange-haired male who seemed most interest in Emirie. In truth, part of that lad wanted to take the loss. If he had the opportunity to fire the first proverbial shot, he wouldn't just be lumped-in with the others. The first to lose here had the highest chance of winning, he thought. While that fall was being taken, Kazu was cutting Ai's deck and sliding it back across the table. "Play or pass?" he asked, wondering if she wanted the first or second turn.

Reiji was prepared to collect whatever Miko desired for her purchase, offering all of it at the very same price he paid to order. She insisted that he should see profit from the large purchase she intended to make, but this was an investment Reiji had already settled on. "I don't see it as a loss. Though I won't gain profit, I can easily restock those same items at the same price. It's an investment I decided to make; do take advantage of it," he suggested. There was no way he'd be charging even a yen more than what he'd told Sakura. "So, what would you like? Sleeves? A box? Maybe I could interest you in a carry bag or some packs from the set just released today?"

[Apollymi]

Though Kazuhiko wasn't concerned about the other males, Anya could hear them, she was a bit worried about the way people thought things in this kind of place. After spending all day among people she'd consider her family those were evildoers in need of smiting. Oh well, someone would do something about it. At the same time, Ai was busy having her deck cut and getting the game with Kazuhiko underway. Play or pass? "Pass... waiting for a key piece~" she offered easily while continuing to seem unbothered herself. If the worst happened someone else would end up banned today. Still, Kaguya had pretty much a floating list of things necessary to complete people's starter collections anyways, so it was far from the worst potential outcome. Emirie and Kohara Konomi were looking at each other across the table with mild amusement. "Were you interested in this game before?" she asked of the young woman. "I gave it some consideration, but as is very obvious to you right now, coming in places like this is a special kind of annoying... though I was looking at one of the starter decks I think I could enjoy the playstyle of it..." she explained of her own decisions. Emirie kept up the conversation if only to distract from any oddities occurring behind the scenes with those males.

Meanwhile, Miko was busy talking to Reiji though she was keeping her ears open for incoming potential problems over at the table. According to the man who owned this place, he didn't see it as a loss of income. "Hai, if you say so... but if at any point you want to start charging me normally, I am okay with that too. I don't want to buy out everything and leave you with only the ability to replenish your stock," she claimed in an oddly direct way. "Wait, I said that earlier too..." she mused knowing she'd said something similar to Kazuhiko about pilfering his collection to build all those decks she'd made. Still she looked around at the things she would need and began talking, "I need five deck boxes, they can be plain, but different colors and the Shrine playmat with the big moon and the Seiman on the ground in it. I also need five sets of sleeves to match those deck boxes and I'll take the backpack style bag the girly one in gray," she named the items she was looking for, but those were strictly for herself. She also knew that Kaguya had likely organized the rest of the group to make their selections as well.. so she'd get to those in a moment. "You can just drop those in the bag, I'll do all my organizing later," she added knowing she was going to end up being quite devoted to the game itself. "Kaya-sen, what did you pick out?" she asked of the other girl who looked up and grinned, "The black version of the bag you got, the playmat with the demon shrine, the black sleeves and deck box," mentioned, and Miko nodded astutely. "Okay did you get that? Will you pack those up the same way?" Miko asked... all the while a pattern was developing and it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

[Bloodedge]

Ai chose to pass the first turn to Kazuhiko. He had the opportunity to establish a defensive board, but he also knew she possessed right to the first offense, fair wit, and some level of clairvoyance ─ whether she deigned to use it or not. While he played the first turn with that knowledge in mind, the table nearby was getting just a tad louder. "Gahahaha! Take that, trash! Get fucked Hinokawa!" Hanabira boasted his victory. As he saw things, he would be the ultimate victor. He'd watch the others fail in their approaches before making the ultimate move, sacrificing the rest to his great cause. If he played his cards right, he could even have his pick of the lot. For now, the one called Hanabira was working on composing himself. He knew who he'd be targeting, and he realized... it was going to take the right approach. Slowly did he rise, and slowly did he shuffle past a few other players en route to that large table of mostly girls.

In the meantime, Reiji was given more reason to shake his head. He had a decent enough eye for business. Even if he charged these girls the lowest possible price forever, he'd actually see continuous profit as a result. For every visiting girl today, he had at least two more sales than normal from guys. Since she was so insistent though, he was willing to compromise just slightly. "How about this? If you and the others are in my shop to play, any purchase you make will be at cost. Otherwise, I'll come up with some kind of employee discount that won't majorly affect either of us. Deal?" he asked. Of course, Reiji intended to extent this offer to all of Sakura's comrades. Whether they worked out a deal or not, however, he was already en route to an epic win. Pacing like this would lead to Reiji being able to host more official tournaments. Moreover, the already exponential increase in sales today was being further enhanced by Miko's list. She sought five plain deck boxes in different colors. Reiji thought that was odd, but her mention of a Seiman featured on her playmat of choice resulted in some assumptions. "Five deck boxes and that specific playmat... Are you collecting the Abe decks? One moment please," he said before fishing through a storage closet behind the counter. There were some well-organized shelves within ─ particularly one higher up that he reached to. "Ah, here they are! I never found the space to display these properly. If you're collecting those decks, might I interest you in these instead?" he asked, emerging from the closet and showing one white deck box with a basic Seiman over the image of a fox's head. "This is a series of five, now six box and sleeve sets released with those decks in mind. There is also an album and a bag showing the full series. Those specifically are new, along with the sixth design. They actually just released today with the new set. Other designs are back here as well, but I'm afraid this small building isn't suitable to the kind of display I wish we could have."

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko may have been overestimating Ai's desire to use her magical powers. Or maybe he wasn't... his play of choice was enough to bring a small upturn to her lips, as she went about drawing and getting ready for her next turn. His defensive board would be met with several small gear creatures which she began the process of evolving, though, the evolution into a giant dragon made it so she couldn't simply attack that first turn. All the while, a bit of rowdiness was coming from that other table. It wasn't a big deal, but Chika would be seen covering Anya's ears while the younger lass stared on. She knew the stakes of this game and also knew the one called Hinokawa was being sneaky. 'Uh-oh, does Emi-nee knows he is coming her? Can I help her?' Anya looked at her sister and tried to grab her attention, which oddly worked even as the elder girl was carrying on a conversation with Konomi.

Meanwhile, Miko was busy negotiating a more permanent deal with Reiji concerning making sure he was paid properly. His endgame proposal was one she could agree to, and one she found similar enough to other such services that were offered in different terms. "Sou ka, so if we hang around we get super discount and if we just come in for purchases more fairness in pay..." she mused gently. "I understand. I can agree to that. You have a deal... arigatou Akaba-san~" she said, knowing that Kazuhiko liked this place she could see them visiting quite a bit. Meanwhile, it seemed her listed choices were enough to get Reiji thinking about what she was collecting, "Absolutely, Seimei-sama is national treasure♫!~" Miko chimed without hesitation. She then watched as Reiji went into a storage closet and looked for something. He claimed he didn't have room to display them and then showed her one of the most interesting deck boxes she'd seen so far. It literally screamed Abe no Seimei and she couldn't have been more enthused.Her eyes sparkled those little flames in them dancing as she heard what Reiji had to say. "It's a shame you couldn't display them, they are the best thing ever. And I'll only have the best for Seimei-sama. I'll take the lot!~" she exclaimed. Miko's zealotry was leaking through and she couldn't be bothered to hide it. "What do you mean there is a six set? And how many cases of the new set do you have? I am not completely sure how it works but are all the cards I need in the new box? What kind of rates are we working on for rares? And what else do you have in there?" She asked in rapid fire succession losing herself in the well that was Abe no Seimei lore. Of course, her own movements would lead her to that open door, and if unhindered she'd be crossing that threshold to get a better look herself. After all, if she was getting the best for herself, she'd also get it for ehr friends as well.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko let himself be blissfully unaware of his surroundings... but only mostly. His intention was only to kick back and enjoy the game. Ai established her board for the second turn without taking an immediate offensive, but that was cause for concern during turn three. What he knew of the cards she used was that any offense she took was something he couldn't counter. Beyond that, she could have been using a version of the deck that rebuilt its forces in a more meaningful way when they were destroyed. He'd have to take an approach that was both careful and aggressive to avoid being driven into a corner within two turns. While he was setting up a board that would allow recovery after his own offensive maneuvers this turn, something metaphysical made him stop everything, one card in hand yet to be played. What was that strange feeling? Well, that orange-haired lad approached Emirie from behind. He reached out, placing a hand atop the back of her chair and leaning into it. "Ussu! Hinokawa Shingo! Having a good time? I see you're not playing right now. Wanna play me or chat for a minute?" he asked.

Reiji encountered no further difficulties dealing with Miko. By the deal she agreed to, everyone could be treated with kindness by the other side without feeling like they were taking advantage. If she and the others wanted to visit and play, he'd ensure they reaped the benefits of the extra attention they garnered. The only issue he took with Miko's acceptance was the way she addressed him. "Wonderful. You don't have to be so formal with me, though. I know it's a little indulgent and maybe shameful, but Reiji will be fine," he said. Though Rejii was one to address his patrons as any businessman would, he rather enjoyed feeling like those same patrons viewed him as more of a big brother figure. That strange indulgence aside, he found it interesting how Miko spoke about Abe no Seimei. "You won't hear an argument from me. I remember playing the first version of the deck when it released. I should still have a version of it somewhere," he mused. Whatever the case, it seemed Miko would take the set he suggested. She was also already moving, as if she intended to enter the storage room. Reiji had no issues with this; he didn't mean to keep anything hidden from his customers. He was content to usher her in while addressing her series of questions. "That's a very hefty list, Iino-chan. Let's see... the sixth set is supposed to represent the Sixth Path and Abe no Seimei's ultimate form. His Hero card is one of the rarest in the set... which leads me to that matter. There is one rare card in each pack, but various levels of holofoil rarities. Some cards only come in specific forms; the newest Abe only released this set in Ultimate Rare and Ghost Rare. As for the cards you need, all of the new ones are in the current set, but the Abe series has been part of the last six sets. This newest version is meant to work in conjunction with any of the old playstyles, though no one has figured out the optimal combination yet." While he was explaining things, Reiji stepped inside the storage room and closed the door, if only because some things on shelves were otherwise hidden behind it. Inside, Miko would find all manner of trading card paraphernalia with designs for various decks ─ whether boxes, sleeves, albums, even plushies and dice/counter sets. "I haven't seen anyone draw the actual card after selling a dozen box sets, so that's all I can say for rates currently. As for the number of cases I have, there is most of a full shipment ─ about 80 cases."

[Apollymi]

Maintaining a state of blissful unawareness was one thing. Ai watched as Kazuhiko prepared himself for both offense and defense, and began to see this match more like a chess match than a simple card game. "Ara? Kazu-tan, is that a full blown strategy coming out in two turns. Should I feel flattered~" she said almost teasingly. In the meantime, a young man was walking up behind Emirie garnering himself an eye role from one like Konomi who was a bit more used to this type of thing. Still, it wasn't truly her place to interfere in others affairs. Just the same, Anya was watching and staring almost blankly at that boy who'd walked up behind her older sister. Emirie for her part in this paused her speech to Konomi and pushed her little glasses up onto her face. She took a shallow breath to gather her thoughts before speaking, deciding to acknowledge all necessary points. "I was having a rather enjoyable conversation, already, Hinokawa-san. Also isn't it quite unusual to try to strike up a conversation from directly behind someone? It seems like an invasion of personal space," she expressed immediately. There was no tonal variation to her voice. She was quite even tempered, but she also didn't turn around to acknowledge the lad standing behind her. She'd also gone without introducing herself at all, figuring doing such a thing would only lead to a false sense of familiarity that she wasn't willing to invite. "I won't be able to play for a little while yet, but that is also fine with me as I have all these people to keep me company already..." she made the gentle gesture all the way around the table. Was it a warning, or simply clarification that she didn't intend to talk with strangers truly? Either could be assumed, 'Big Sis, is managing. Good! Anya is proud!~' the pink haired girl though her eyes still glued to that young man.

Meanwhile, Reiji was busy showing Miko the rest of his stock. After they came to an agreement there was a certain indulgence mentioned. A lack of formality was the request from Reiji and given the way his voice sounded when he made the request, Miko would happily oblige. "I don't see it as indulgent or shameful. How people sound when they talk to each other is important...so, If you're sure, you don't mind and since we'll likely be seeing a lot of each other," Miko started "I'll skip the formalities, Reiji-san♪!~" Miko chirped soon after. "Though, I usually request equality for that sort of thing, I get you're on the clock and all... maybe later♪~" she mused innocently. If there was one thing Miko was always willing to bond with someone over, it was her innate love of Abe no Seimei. "Really? That's awesome. I kind of just ended up looking through all the cards and putting the decks together based on extra lore stuff I know about Abe no Seimei. I spend a lot of summers at the Seimei Shrine so I know a bunch of lore and the variations on it are a certified way to get me into something new. Was his first one supposed to be the Divining one or the one that screams Aggressive spell use? I could see a case for either, considering what his first life was apparently like," Miko claimed willing to gush over Abe no Seimei. As for her previous questions apparently they were a hefty list, Miko had the grace to look a bit embarrassed as she and Reiji were shut into this storage room together so she could see around it. This sort of scenario reminded her of the pantry situation with her mentor, though this man seemed a bit upstanding for that sort of thing. She learned of rarities, of the lack of this stores pulls of that particular card presently. "I'm going to need a lot of luck! I think that sixth deck is going to be my personal project..." Miko exclaimed as if excited. "Even so, i don't care about optimal combinations... this is Seimei-sama. Put in one of everything and let him guide! This is the only way to play! If you believe in Seimei-sama he'll believe in you♪!~" she exclaimed. Looking around at the rest of his merchandise, she was able to make a few minor interpretive differences between the decks she knew were being played and other things. "Hm, this is so much stuff.... I might have to start over. I wouldn't let my friends get normal stuff when all this cool stuff is an option. Oh, and I can get a plushy for Anya-chan! I like the little kitty one. It has the same face that she makes all the time~" Miko uttered. Yes, if she stayed in this room too long, she'd definitely be clearing this man of an awful lot of stock but that would be fine.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko was indeed working his way through a strategy already. Even with his limited experience dealing with Ai, he'd seen enough to know neither she nor the deck she chose were to be underestimated. Well, there was also another factor. Kazuhiko put his all into every match he played. This would be no exception. "All part of the game! I'm not just gonna let myself walk right into an outright beatdown. If you win, you're gonna win against the best moves I've got!" he announced prior to a long silence he couldn't even explain. A few moments later though, he was gaining an understanding. Why? An exchange between Emirie and one of the local lads could be heard, with the latter not seeming very content to take a hint. "Gomen, gomen! I know it's weird to walk up behind like this, but I didn't want to get in anybody's way on the other side. This is a pretty big table you guys have here," the orange-haired boy claimed. Emirie obviously had all the company a person could want in an outing, and then some. Hinokawa wouldn't be discrediting that, but what he brought to the table was a different sort of offer entirely. He even leaned in a bit closer to speak more gently, all to separate his conversation with Emirie from whatever she thought of the others. "I get it, but a little one-on-one is good from time to time right? I'll keep it real; I'm not just trying to play games here. We could go get our own table and chat, or maybe go grab a bite to eat? Coffee?" he pestered. In one moment, his hand shifted from the chair to Emirie's shoulder. Kazuhiko witnessed this alongside Emirie's totally disinterested expression, but... 'I don't know what this feeling is. It's weird. I feel weird,' he thought. Little did he realize, he'd yet to pass his turn... and he was making more progress toward scooting his chair back to make room for a rise. Before he could, however, Seiichi was speaking to the lad. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be bugging off by now, dude," he interjected. By then, another interruption was well on its way. The smellier of four boys from that other table had seen a grand opportunity in the past few moments, deciding now was the time to strike. He'd also be heading toward Emirie.

Meanwhile, Reiji was given satisfaction via Miko's acceptance. "Arigatou gozaimasu," he said with a slight head-incline. She was seemingly just as willing to forego formalities the other way around, but an understanding was shared about his current position. "I'll keep it in mind if I ever find myself in our company outside of work," was all he said about that. Reiji didn't imagine that possibility without becoming the chaperone of some tournament-related trip or something of the sort, but... he also hadn't expected his earlier trip home with Sakura. Life had become very strange this last few days. Moving on, Miko had a lot of appreciation for Abe no Seimei ─ appreciation she was openly willing to share. Reiji could follow along as one who respected the historical figure and thoroughly enjoyed the card game renditions. He could at least keep the conversation going in relation to the cards. "The Diviner deck is the second to release. The first follows the 'fox child' story in which a young Abe-dono commands multiple different magics to destroy the opponent. After those, there is the summoner playstyle, the exorcist, and the enchanter/territory playstyle, in that order. Your plan for the new Outer Path actually sounds very fun. It's always good to see someone who isn't just playing the meta for meta's sake. I wouldn't assume that playstyle will make a deep run in big tournaments, but... it is possible, and it would definitely be fun and within the spirit of the deck," he rambled slightly. "Anyway, you're free to select anything from in this room as well. It's all for sale even if I can't find space for it outside. If you need help bringing something down, let me know." As he spoke, Reiji reached out to bring down the plushy Miko spoke of. It was an interesting choice, he thought. "This one? I think it's actually one of the new additions to Abe's third deck ─ one of the shikigami maybe."

[Apollymi]

There was a certain energy which Kazuhiko seemed to bring to all things. He was doing his best, even in a game against a relatively new player. "Oh? That's a positive stance, if I win, I know the victory is mine without the feeling of being shorted, and if I lose, I put up a good fight. Interesting choices, Kazu-tan~" Ai commented almost absently. Still the lad had yet to pass turn, but Ai knew this was likely. The folly of mankind was often reaching too high... and everyone was able to see such folly at work. Konomi would only be seen shaking her head, as any normal person would have moved away from a girl whose demeanor was so standoffish, but it seemed sense was not on this one's side. The lad known as Hinokawa wouldn't take the hints offered and seemed content to keep talking to Emirie, even after she'd done all that was necessary to make her stance known. She looked up with those purple eyes of hers, seeming to narrow in annoyance as the lad offered apologies with no real move to correct his errors. No... he moved forward with them instead. "It is almost like we intended to keep to ourselves. Funny how such arrangements don't seem the proper deterrent," Emirie said but again there was nothing playful in those words. She only became more disinterested as this lad leaned in further to share quieter words and apparently try his hand at persuasion. "Hinokawa-san is there something you're not understanding? I'm sure I mentioned you were invading my personal space and you did not correct it and only moved closer, I am not making you an invitation nor accepting one. Remove your hand from me," she said a clear and concise sentence. Her face had shown something akin to annoyance. She was too young to be annoyed by a random person. Anya stared continuously, her eyes not moving from the boy behind even so she heard that string of thoughts from Kazuhiko and looked towards him. Her own eyes sparkling, encouraging even, 'Papa should protect!' that was the thought that Anya had. Ah, but he didn't have to immediately, Seiichi had decided to help out, pointing out what was missed and being more direct about it. Emirie had spent part of the morning bonding with her twin, she appreciated his help in this moment, and sent him a look tainted with relief. Her observations of humans so far said that men who ignored women usually would back off if another man said so... this was made excessively clear after the issue with Soma earlier. Before she spoke again though... she paused, her breathing becoming nigh nonexistent, why, something was coming and it was assaulting her sense of smell enough that she didn't want to speak and take in the air which was being polluted by that gross boy making his approach.

Meanwhile, Miko was in that storage room, apparently getting her way with a few caveats. The knowledge that this man was proper during business hours would mean she wouldn't be pressing the issue of his address for her while he worked. That didn't mean however that she'd let it go, it seemed he was nice enough to make the coniseration himself. "You don't have to thank me," Miko uttered quickly her face blushing intensely as it always would. Moving on, her questions about the Seimei deck order were answered specifically. Reiji was quite knowledgeable about it which only served to increase Miko's happiness. "Sou ka, creation cycle then... makes sense," she mused as she looked around. "Meta is for the faithless... I am not. I believe in Seimei-sama♪!~" Miko stated fully. "Besides if I can't play the way I want to and feel satisfied by the process and outcome, I am doing myself and everyone else a disservice," she expressed her thoughts on searching up metas and using the same tactics of everyone else. Still, knowing the kinds of things she was looking for would make her major collection easier to manage. Beyond this, she was handed that plushie she'd asked about and could only fawn over it just a bit. "Squee♪~" she nodded as she received it. "If all of this stuff is for sale, I see a lot of things that could help personalize the experience for myself and my friends. And don't worry, one of us is really into analog gaming and between Saku-chan and Kazuchii, I don't see us skipping it in rotation at all~" she said about their group activities. 'Hm, if I want the best value and for everyone to get a box, I would have to get one for everyone present and then for those who can or would show interest and one for luck,' she thought while doing quick math in her head. "In addition to all the other things I am going to end up asking for today... I also need twenty of this sets boxes. They were planning to do a box opening when Saku-chan gets back from her trip and I don't want anyone missing out," Miko asserted. As for the rest of the things, she would easily begin searching through specific mats, boxes and album variations for the group.

[Bloodedge]

Hinokawa wasn't making much progress ─ especially with the interruption of Seiichi from a bit down the table. He was already having a tough enough time breaking the ice, much to his own annoyance. What he didn't need was the addition of some goody-two-shoes. "Ehh?" Hinokawa uttered, his existing impatience showing as annoyance toward Seiichi. "What's that? You her boyfriend or something? I'm doing a thing here," he stated. Seiichi glared, his brow furrowing briefly. At the same time, Kazuhiko was trying to figure out what that strange feeling was. He watched the oddest interaction happen across and down the table, but his mentality only settled when his eyes wandered to settle on Anya. He looked into that expectant, encouraging face and had a few thoughts about his current emotions. 'Is that it? I feel like they're just... unworthy. Is this dad mode? It feels so weird. I think I should...' Kazu paused there, finally realizing he was halfway out of his chair already. 'When did I get here?' he wondered. Looking toward Emirie again, he saw a struggle most disturbing to witness. That face ─ that terrible face he'd seen too many times had an additional meaning he'd never expected. That couldn't be allowed at all. "Gomen," he said to Ai. Their game would be interrupted before he even passed his turn. First though, Hinokawa was interrupted by a shoving... from none other than Hanabira. "Oi, didn't you hear the girl talk? Hands off buddy!" he announced, aiming to weasel himself into the spot previously occupied. "Don't worry, Oujo-san. You don't have to worry about lames and inactive boyfriends when you're in the same building as me. C'mon, let's get you to a safer place and I'll let you know the dangers of a card shop♥~"

Hanabira had one arm extending. He intended to touch Emirie's shoulder and usher her to another location. Sadly for him, that hand was stopped as Kazuhiko grabbed his wrist. No normal human had seen his trip around the table. In truth, he'd only leapt over it to snatch Hanabira's wrist before contact could be made. "Dude, that's dumb. Who do you think is gonna let you get away with that move?" he asked of the other male. "Huh? Ohh, I get it! You guys are all in this together to keep all the girls! So they're all actually single huh?" Hanabira questioned. For whatever reason, he seemed wholly incapable of freeing his arm. Kazuhiko's hold wasn't budging even by a millimeter. Knowing Seiichi was feeling a bit antsy with the 'no assaulting humans' rule in place, Kazu decided an allowance was to be made. "I didn't see anybody get their ass handed to them at all," was all he said. Only a blink later, while Hanabira was trying to understand that statement, Seiichi was out of his chair with a fist sinking into the smelly lad's cheek. The impact alone sent him closer to Kazuhiko. Of course, Kazu had frustration to vent as well. He pulled the boy past his own body, and a knee to the gut sent Hanabira crashing into a wall ─ after which his larger frame would land atop Hinokawa. Kazuhiko and Seiichi bumped fists thereafter as the former looked to the table of remaining lads. "Anybody else feel like stepping out of their league today?" That question came with a glare ─ one featuring eyes that seemed to glow scarlet. For a moment, there was naught but silent shock from that other table. . .

Speaking of shock, Reiji was surprised to hear the opinion of another player who shunned the meta. He always believed there were still some gems out there who understood the point of retaining fun, even in competitive scenes. Even without seeing this one's deck or playstyle, he had respect for yet another player today. "You're already moving onto my favorites list, Miko-chan," he said since there was no one else to hear his informal address. Reiji would receive another surprise in this little meeting, though. He had around 80 cases of the new set available, and Miko wanted... twenty of them. Reiji paused with a few items in one hand and the Abe bag in the other, wondering if he even heard her correctly. "You want... twenty cases? For a single group opening? I've seen vendors who don't order that much. I remember when that was the total number I ordered for stocking purposes. Aren't you all mostly new players?"

[Apollymi]

"No..." Emirie started to speak but had to stop. That gross smell was encroaching upon her, and it was stifling. An assault to her nose which made her retch physically as the smelly lad tried to stop one, but introduced his own grossness in a manner way too direct for Emirie. Ai for her part in this simply waved it off, "No worries..." she offered. There was a certain amount of violence she expected from the males of this group, and if Soma wasn't enough of a deterrent, perhaps this next bit would be. "Ha! The only danger in this card shop is you. But I suppose all of you want to learn this lesson individually~" Kaguya said as if amused. Being turned down nicely wasn't enough. The wrong idea was gathered, by one lad who thought Seiichi came to Emirie's defense as her boyfriend, instead of their actual sibling relationship. She also knew he could only do so much given they weren't supposed to be hurting humans. "He's smelly!" was Anya's understanding, said aloud with clapped hands enough to make Kaguya snicker and Ai, stifle a laugh. Meanwhile, Chika as a parent was likely about to seem odd. "Great note, High Five!~" she said offering the girl a hand slap which she took as if she'd done something great. There was panic in Emirie, pure and unadulterated at the thought of being touched by that gross male.

But luck was on her side, as Kazuhiko stood grabbing that hand and her twin brother being given the go ahead to act. The pure force given to that lad with a fist to the face was poetry in motion. And the follow up attack was also grounding. Anya watched with stars in her eyes. 'Onii-san, Papa... COOL!♥~' she thought nearly standing in Chika's lap with sheer childish excitement and admiration as she gave them both the thumbs up. This was peak drama to a child her age. And the bad guys didn't win. With the smelly one a safe distance away, Emirie could finally breathe a sigh of relief, though it was still tainted enough by stagnant air that she fanned her hands around herself. "Left bottom pocket on Mi-chan's bag should have something for you~" Kaguya mentioned. "I'll step out of my league if you look at me like that♥~" Kaguya flirted earning her a glare from Kei, who glared at her in return and received only a blown kiss for her trouble. Knowing that Miko kept a few handkerchiefs there. One was taken and held over her nose for a second or two. "Thank you for that. You would think it would be obvious that Seiichi is my twin... I thought I was very straight forward about my lack of interest. But that assault to my olfactory senses was far too great for me to overcome in a single moment..." Emirie mentioned. Looking at her father and brother with great appreciation. "Hai hai, I guess we're super lucky nothing happened~" Konomi said chuckling. These were a group of standup guys even without all the extra magical weirdness.

At the same time, Miko's desire to be addressed more informally was being acknowledged within that closed off closet space. The more she thought about it, the more something a bit less proper in a place like this would be an amazing turn of events. Still, she could allow this to progress at its own pace. "I do like being on a favorites list. I have one of those myself and you're working your way up too, Reiji-san!~" Miko said as the sound of her name hit her ears melodiously. Apparently, she'd be distracting him just a bit. She remained looking at things, gathering some in her own hands and pointing at a few others which fell out of her line of reach. She'd just grabbed up a starter deck featuring the 'God of Nature: Enlil' which she knew Emirie to be working on when the pause came from Reiji about her choice in number of boxes of the new set. "Yes, nothing is too extreme when showing devotion for Seimei-sama!~" she said initially only to have more valid points as well. "I want to buy twenty. Most of us are pretty new, but we're doing a lot of traveling and have a lot of downtime that doesn't allow conventional electronics. Besides, once any of us are into something, we're all in... I'm committed to my own deck and I know Kazuchii is committed to his. I know my friends will enjoy and I don't want anyone left out of the opening if they want to participate. I also have one for luck, in case I can't get what I'm looking for~" she expressed. "You don't have to get those together right now. We can grab them up before we leave, but I'm trying to get everyone working on protecting their collections and finishing their deck building before we leave today. Also, do you have anything featuring Astraea? I remember Kazuchii mentioning she's his favorite," Miko concluded almost innocently. This group took their activities very seriously and she was one hundred percent committed to all things Abe no Seimei.

[Bloodedge]

Before he got any form of response from the other males in the shop, Kazu heard a response from Kaguya. She could always be trusted to throw in a casual flirt whenever the mood struck. If nothing else, it served as a solid tension-breaker... for a moment in this case. "Later," he stated while Hinokawa squeezed himself out from beneath the larger, now unconscious male. "Oh, I see what's going on here! Captain Save-a-hoe's here boys! Thinks he can sweet his way in with all the ladies, show a couple of moves on guys who can't fight..." As he spoke and stumbled to his feet, Hinokawa received Kazu's glare; however he also reached into his pocket. A phone was revealed, and on it... was an image of one Tohsaka Sakura as she seemingly played around with the spunk of Kakihara Shota on her tongue. "But isn't this your girl from the other day? That's crazy dude! You're not getting anywhere long-term if this is what's happening behind your back, softie! How many of these girls are cucking you too?" the lad goaded, even scrolling to another picture of... what seemed to be a very expressive moment of orgasm from the impassive girl they'd seen in the shop previously. Little did Hinokawa realize, there was a magical weight bearing down on the immediate area. There was a darkness within Kimura Kazuhiko ─ one that was quickly rising to the surface as Hinokawa continued scrolling. When he spoke, Kazu did so with an eerie calmness and an underlying... hatred? "Sou... Hey, how many of you have seen that here?" he asked.

Though none of the boys at tables could sense the insanity, even Reiji had a strange feeling of foreboding from within that storage room. He couldn't quantify it, so he let it slip his mind within moments. First and foremost, apparently Miko had a list of favorites he was moving up as well. "That's refreshing to hear. Arigatou," he said. Regardless, twenty cases of cards was a tall order for anyone. It was quite heartwarming to see such dedication to the game. It was undoubtedly an order he'd be fulfilling, but first he'd be reaching some higher shelves for the items Miko couldn't reach herself. Reiji's left arm was full in no time at all. His right hand was also filling up quickly. "Kimura-kun is very obsessive over Astraea. I may have a collector's edition figure deeper in storage from her featured subset's release, but... Astraea isn't the most popular card or deck. These things usually have to be ordered ahead of time. If you're looking to make that kind of purchase, I could frontload it for another day."

[Apollymi]

Kaguya had tried to diffuse a situation. As always she was trying to keep things from escalating but it would seem that Hinokawa wasn't willing to save his own life and bow out gracefully. No, he'd decided lashing out was the point to take, even going so far as to provide evidence of Sakura's sexual activity and calling Kazuhiko a cuck. "You could have just been quiet. You didn't have to start this..." Konomi mentioned. While Soma counted as a delinquent, Kazuhiko and Seiichi had only acted in pure defense of an individual. "Oh? They have no sense of survival~ Anything that happens to you've earned~" Kaguya mentioned to no one in particular. But all the girls in this room could feel the magic oppressing the space. Even with Kazuhiko being so calm the danger was clear and present. "This isn't good at all. Would it be wrong to thank him for proving exactly why he was being ignored..." Ai mentioned whether she'd seen this coming or not wasn't obvious. Meanwhile, it'd be Angelica who moved to look at these supposed images. They were of Sakura maybe... "These look weird to me. What's going on did something happen to Saku?" she said of the images, but she also understood, that Kazuhiko was near a breaking point. "I know somethings about to happen here, Saku-chan is safe and having fun. I know who she is with right now and its no one who I think would be problematic enough to fake or leak nudes," Kaguya claimed, she implanted the suggestion that the images might be fake if only to keep them from further spreading. A quick text was shot to Miko, for two reasons, 'I know you probably heard it but, it's dangerous out here. Your King is going to execute a whole crew. Keep the shop owner busy for as along as you can~" she messaged Miko.

Within that storage room, Miko was getting a lot of things together. But she also felt something odd. She could hear the words, she heard the scuffle and all was well. Ah, but Kazuhiko sounded quite dangerous out there. Apparently, Miko was being thanked again. "Here to be refreshing♫~" she chimed. Still, she kept pointing at things she thought she or her group would want and got a text which had her slipping her phone into her hand. A quick reply would occur and she'd keep up what she was doing. 'Hai. Try and talk him down. :p If all else fails contact Saku and/or Hiru-nii, I was planning a reveal already :3 Sorry humans are so sucky today O_O' Miko added quickly and hit send. Soon enough she was holding more things and so was Reiji, she could only hope that most of this blew over before they had to exit and everyone got kicked out of this place. "Well, if you have any deeper in, I can hold some more of that stuff for right now. I'm stronger than I look, but I owe him a lot and I want him to have something nice today♪!~" Miko claimed in utter devotion and cuteness. Still if it worked as a distraction she'd definitely put herself between the door out and the search. It was the best she could manage for now. 'Gambareyo!~' she chimed.

[Bloodedge]

Just as Angelica believed, there was something quite 'off' about those images Hinokawa showed. Those were undoubtedly Sakura; Kazuhiko knew as much. The how and why were mysteries, but somehow... none of that mattered to him. She could have been whoring her way around Osaka, Japan, or even the entire world; that wasn't something he felt entitled enough to concern himself with. The real issue here was a decision he'd recently made about people like Hinokawa. He wasn't worthy. "No point worrying about that now, bub! Half of Japan's probably seen that bitch. Wait around a couple more days and she'll probably be able to tell you what the whole shop's baby juices taste like. Or maybe she'll be asking you to take care of her baby while she gets pumped full of the next one!" Hinokawa continued goading, as his next movement rolled over to a short video clip. The voice of Kakihara Shota played to announced an impending ejaculation that would find its way inside Sakura. Visually, there was a shot of her receiving quite the pummeling while she gave the affirmative for that exact outcome. Kazuhiko's eyes never left the phone, but his thought process didn't show. 'That's real. That's Saku. It does suck a little to see like that, but... that's not the issue. Why isn't that the issue?' he wondered. Whatever the case, Kazu's hand was slowly reaching up for the phone. "Ehh?! Going full cuck already? You should have just said you were that kind of guy," Hinokawa said. "Hell yeah; pass your next girl my way and I'll turn her out right in front of you!" another of the boys added. When Kazu's hand reached that phone, he grabbed it... and it crumbled. His eyes transitioned from scarlet to deep crimson as he mulled over Hinokawa's first words. "Half of Japan? That's about sixty million. I could kill sixty million by morning," Kazu announced in all seriousness. He thought nothing of it. Sixty million humans dead wouldn't even be a training montage worthy of the things that lay ahead for him. Hinokawa and the others were stunned to silence for a moment, but only due to the seriousness presented. Moments later... "Kaahahahaha! Oh, that's good! You want the whole anime protagonist thing, don't y─"

No further words would come from Hinokawa. Mid-word, the boy who ignored the warning of an easily-shattered phone found himself pressed into the wall as Kazu gripped his throat with a single hand. His feet weren't touching the ground, instead flailing about as he grasped at Kazu's arms ─ all to no avail. "Emirie ─ come here," Kazu stated. All the while, Reiji was having a very casual time in Miko's company, none the wiser to everything happening out in the shop. "Successfully, I might add," he said. Reiji scanned the storage room for something he would need momentarily. Miko did have an interest in the figure he mentioned, offering to carry some of the items he had. Ah, but he saw precisely what he was looking for: a trolley that everything in his arms currently could be placed atop and moved through the room. "I wouldn't dare put that burden on you whether you can handle it or not. You're already one of my precious customers, so you'll be taken care of," he assured. "Kimura-kun has some very dear friends, it seems. If you want to order something else in, the computer I use for ordering legacy items is near where I think that figure is. This way," he added, opening an arm to gesture down a corridor of shelves.

[Apollymi]

This man known as Hinokawa couldn't close his mouth and the more vitriol he spewed the more obvious it became that his punishment was about to be something ridiculous. Ai continued to watch, knowing the truth... every good hero had a dark arc and they were in the middle of Kazuhiko's even if they had long periods of happiness between the dark moments. One like Kaguya had stopped caring, even as the phone he'd reached for shattered. "These are definitely my least favorite kinds of people. All talk, no substance, no sense, no morals..." Kaguya didn't even have the heart to flirt currently. This whole situation sounded too familiar for her to be pleased right now. Kei on the other hand had something to say to that last man to speak, "Ewww, no one wants any of you stupid lightless cave dwellers..." Kei couldn't help the comment. Konomi was now whispering if only because there was much going on she thought the issue with Soma was something but what Kazuhiko was doing felt different, "Can we let him kill 60 million people, because that seems extreme..." she said carefully. "The number of us who could actually physically stop him is limited," mentioned Ai as if this was nothing to worry about. Chika was covering the ears of Anya but that wasn't helping since she could still hear Kazuhiko's thoughts. 'Papa, feels weird but it was still cool...' Anya thought as she looked around.

At the same time, Emirie soon heard her name. Having finally removed the cloth from her nose and mouth she pushed her glasses up on her nose, and stood. She had no reason not to answer her father when he called her so she'd approach, carefully. "Hai? What do you need?" she asked pleasantly as always for him specifically. At the same time, Miko was busy having a casual conversation with Reiji and keeping him as busy as she could manage without anyone being naked. Apparently, she was successfully being refreshing a wide smile spread across Miko's face. "Hai!~ Arigatou♪!~" Miko chimed happily. If she could keep this man successfully in this storage room until the front died down, she'd do her best. Whatever the case, Reiji wouldn't think of burdening Miko, he placed many of those items on a rolling cart, making Miko do much the same since all of it was things she'd be purchasing. He called her a precious customer, who'd be taken care of, and she looked up at him with large imploring eyes. "Sugoi! That sounds awesome, Reiji-san♪!~" Miko couldn't help herself. Her mind definitely took that as a flirt, but she'd hold off on that for now. And there was the mention that Kazuhiko had dear friends, "He really does. He takes care of all of us though so... we take care of him too~" Miko claimed without question. Beyond that point she could do a bit of ordering apparently. Moroever he offered to front some costs for ordering some specific things if she wanted. They were headed further into this space, which meant that there was less for ehr to field. "You'd really do that for me? Arigatou..." she said truly pleased about buying some nice things for her friends. She moved to slip past Reiji but wouldn't be able to completely clear him giving the cramped space, "Shitsureishimasu♪~" Miko uttered innocently.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko may have been in the first phase of a rampage, or something of the sort. Oh well; the boys in this shop signed up for it with their audacious overreaching. For now, he was content to strangulate Hinokawa while waiting for Emirie's approach. She answered easily enough and stepped forward, but... other boys were trying to scurry away. "Seiichi," was all Kazu said. "Hai!" Seiichi replied while darting out to cut the other group off. While that was being handled, Kazu pulled Hinokawa down, forcing him to the floor with a foot in his back. "Apologize," he said plainly. Hinokawa, who'd been placed at Emirie's feet, was gasping for air and reeling from the pain of impact. No way was he going to let himself be beaten down by a cuck! "Guah! No way I'm gonna let y─" Interrupted again was Hinokawa, who received a prompt stomp to the back ─ one nearly costing him his ability to walk. "Once more. You'll never walk again. Apologize," Kazu demanded as the boy underfoot cried out. "AHH! Gomennasai gomennasai!" he answered eventually. "It's a start. Somebody wake up the other one."

In the meantime, a couple of the other boys were still lagging behind, seeing no reason to escape. They viewed Hinokawa as another individual who couldn't really put up a fight, so one of them was still laughing and goading when Kei spoke up. "You're one to talk! Nobody was looking to eat beansprouts today anyway, right boys?" he heckled. All the while, Reiji and his newly-freed arms thought he was taking the polite approach and letting Miko go ahead deeper into the storage room. Instead, he was unknowingly opening himself up to being one wall in a tight squeeze through the space. While Miko started shuffling by, he aimed for composure and avoidance of another massive misunderstanding in his life by addressing the ongoing discussion. "... Yes, it would be no problem. A bond of friendship as strong as what I see in you all is contagious. Seeing it only makes me want to insert myself in a similar way, so I'll do whatever I can as well," the owner assured. A nice, wholesome topic such as that would keep things moving forward normally, he thought. . .

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko was busy showing everyone what kind of general he was on the battlefield against Saxons. His own children were currently acting as soldiers freely taking orders, Seiichi rose to cut off an escape route and Emirie got there to receive an apology. Kazuhiko was willing to force the issue with pure pressure against the spine of the boy he'd allowed to fall to the floor. The initial shot to his back wasn't enough, he'd tried to be at least verbally combative, but alas, he was soon uttering an apology. "The lack of intelligence in these beings is way too high," Emirie mentioned. "Thank you... for saving me," she added to her father in a manner which made her look a bit more like her mother. At the same time, the other of Kazuhiko's children born today moved, as Sena finally moved from her spot at the front of the table and walked around her brother, "Sliding through, Aniki~" she mentioned only to walk over and deliver a not so gentle kick to the fat lad's body, intending to make him hit his head once more and wake him from his peaceful unconscious. At the same time, a certain point had been struck... "And now he's going to get beaten up by a girl, way to lose the rest of your dignity..." Kaguya said about the one male who tried to heckle Kei.

The white haired girl who was a bit emotionally unstable to start with, who spent her time as a monster was no less one in human form. She stood swiftly moving forward she decided her best course of action was a soft tissue blow, so the lad who'd called her a beanspout, could still be laughing as her fist aimed to collide directly with the center of his form. She aimed to hit him hard enough to send him toppling to the ground after which she'd casually move to the side to begin stepping on and breaking his ribs, one by one. All the while, Kaguya was making an emergency phone call to one Daikichi Hiruko, who was about the only person she knew who could help them with their current number of potential bodies. Whatever the case, within that closed in space, Miko was... being her naturally distracting self and in turn being naturally distracted. Even while knowing exactly what was going on outside of this space, she was enjoying her alone time with one Akaba Reiji. First there was something in the wording of Reiji's statement which gave her pause, 'We got somewhere for you to insert yourself!~' said a once quiet voice in her head. 'Welcome back Sina...' she muttered in her mind, still she didn't disagree. No, Miko had tried to slide by Reiji and went on to speak, while shuffling her hips past him and rubbing against him about about thigh length with the roundness of her ass. "We wouldn't mind something like that, the old and young need each other for balancing purposes. So feel free to insert yourself as you like, Reiji-san♪~" she said those words and they might have been wholesome but the movement of her hips as she tried to shimmy past him, were anything but, though innocent she seemed, those shorts and that half top of hers weren't hiding any of the softness of her frame.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko agreed to the lack of intelligence in these human scum. The longer he interacted with them in this situation, the more Kazu saw them as Saxons in need of culling. Luckily for them, this wasn't a war or a campaign; they had a chance to earn their survival. Besides... he had some individuals around to keep him relatively calm, like Emirie as she uttered words of thanks. "It's fine. I brought you here," he replied, taking blame for the situation even starting. It seemed all of his children were playing a part in this scene today. When Kazu needed someone to wake the fat bastard, Sena came to the call to pummel the lad into... what one might only be able to call a waking concussion. Hanabira woke with swirling eyes after nearly denting the wall with his head. Seiichi, who'd been passed on Sena's journey, winced at the treatment. "Waking CTE. That's one way to do it─" he observed. "Haah?! Ugh... what the fuck happened? Where am I?" Hanabira asked. Before he could even take another breath or reach for his aching head and stomach, Hinokawa's body was slammed into his and used as a buffer for crushing. Kazu knew Emirie had an issue with that one's smell, so he thought to limit contact where possible. "You're in Hell. Apologize for being trash before I send you somewhere worse," Kazu demanded, grinding one boy into the body of another in such a way as to keep both from... well, from mustering enough air to scream. Before that apology came, Kazu did have another question for Emirie. "His breath isn't going to bother you, is it?"

Ah, but some things may have been even worse. The boy so content to loudly heckle what he thought was the least mature girl of the bunch (bar the toddler) was discovering what immaturity really meant. A swift movement from Kei made him transition from laughing, to vomiting as a punch to the abdomen made his body coil even as it flew and rolled back. He couldn't even manage anything beyond that before a series of kicks seemed to crack something in his torso. For each rib, there was a full trickle from his eye and a gurgled screech from his mouth. Seiichi was still observing in the moment, feeling quite strangely about the method he was watching. Was that attractive? Where did he get that thought from? Either way, there was something else about it. "Two punctures," he observed, yet te kicking continued. "Sorry... five." All the while, the phone of Daikichi Hiruko was ringing as he enjoyed an impromptu tryst with Sakura on a private cruise. "Oya? Sumanai... I've got to take this. Keep going though♥~" he said while picking up the phone. "Moshi moshi, Kayacchi. Miss me already?♥~" he flirted without hesitation, even as some likely recognizable sounds were leaking through the phone.

In the storage room, Reiji was failing at keeping things moving toward propriety. Miko's response to his previous words were innocent enough by interpretation, but there was nothing innocent about what he felt. In having her ass rub along his thigh, she'd inadvertently be rubbing directly over his manhood. It took so little to get a physical response in such situations, yet she brought so much soft flesh that a more immediate result showed itself. Pinned against his leg by that cloud of flesh was a cock that stirred without hesitation, twitching as if fighting against an obstructive force ─ or as if literally rising to a challenge presented. "Ahem!" he cleared his throat hoping for a viable distraction. "Yes, balance is always nice. Sumimasen; I should have led the way. I didn't intend to cause any discomfort."

[Apollymi]

Apparently Kazuhiko wouldn't be accepting the thanks offered by one of his older daughters. No, he'd claim it was his fault for bringing her to this place. He strangely accepted blame without fault or hesitation, even though she didn't see it that way. "Iia, you aren't in control of how others behave. The owner of this shop is quite the stand up guy, there is nothing to be done about those who hide their disgusting selves in plain sight," Emirie summarized. It was obviously an issue of boys like these, who didn't know when to stop themselves. Keeping Kauzhiko calm was what his children were managing to do, but beyond that point there was the wake up of the fat one, which Sena did without any extra fuss. "Was that a compliment? I figured it was the best option. I'm not touching that..." Sena mentioned as if it was perfectly reasonable. As for the question posed to Emirie after the second person to try and assault her was woken up in a very rough manner, she found herself gently tucked behind her father. "It's mostly fine from here, right behind you... all I can smell is roasted almonds. That's kind of comforting actually," she mused seeming to take some sense of calm and comfort from behind behind her father in a moment like this.

Meanwhile, Kei was venting her frustrations on a target who'd earned it by her own, "Trash! How dare you waste food like that... the nerve of you!" Kei hissed quietly. Her words were for a lad who couldn't even properly respond. Ai would be the one teasing gently, "Eh? Kei-tan... you knocked his soul out of his body, of course he doesn't have the stomach to keep his food down~" Ai said lightly. "Well, he should have thought of that before he had the stomach to utter such shitty words to me! Die trash! My dumbass brother takes more punishment than this!" she would continue uttering, curses and annoyances at a boy in the floor. All the while, Kaguya was now on the phone with a certain individual. While he stopped to answer the phone, Sakura kept moving her hips, she was in front of him, backing into him rhythmically so that her skin was gently slapping against his thighs. "Hai hai, whatever you need to do, Hirrun♥~" she chimed. Meanwhile, the man on thep hone made a small smile come to Kaguya's face, "Oya? Sounding like that, I might actually miss you♥~" Kaguya also flirted. "Too bad that's not completely the only reason I am calling. We might have run into a few issues, and need a clean-up type situation. Are you able to help us out with something like that?" she asked in a casual way, but there was a certain underlying theme going on, one which would undoubtedly need care.

At the same time, Miko was learning how much of a distraction she could truly be. She was just innocnetly speaking, even so it seemed her words were enough to keep Reiji busy. Ah, but his body was honest if nothing else, and as she aimed to slide by him, she felt it. Something quite surprising hidden down the length of his pants gently rubbing against her bottom. "Boing!" she mused only to chuckle. "Hm, I didn't know he could rub off on me like that, still box is open♪~" Miko mused gently. She wouldn't immediately be moving away from this, no, the dimensions were a bit to startling for that. Even as Reiji cleared his throat she found herself wanting to be a bit devious. Ah, and the return of Japanese culture happened where he apologized for potentially making her uncomfortable. "Iia, I like this quite a bit better than the alternative, and I'm not uncomfortable," she managed looking up at him with those wide brown eyes. "At the risk of being a bit too forward, I promised myself to shoot every shot I wanted to take... and this is definitely a prime opportunity I don't want to waste," Miko mentioned while shifting her hips just a little up and down and knowing that the length was exactly the sort of thing she was interested in. "if you're interested, I am fully willing to take responsibility for the hardship I caused, Reiji-san♪!~" Miko mentioned. A tiny bit of drool was accumulating at the left corner of her mouth again.

[Bloodedge]

Emirie wasn't allowing Kazu to have blame for current events, but he had no further comment about that. The way he saw things wouldn't change. It should have been his responsibility to act before matters escalated, whether as a father or simply as the one who invited others along. In the end, that was his decision... just as it was his decision to gag Hanabira and stifle his breath if it proved too much of an annoyance to Emirie. Luckily for Hanabira, that wasn't the case. Since she wasn't bothered from her current position, Kazu would neither move nor let her be any closer to the bothersome rubbish. "Good. Stay there," he said, further crushing one lad using another. "You stepped out of your league. Twice. Apologize," he demanded of Hanabira. "Ack! Who the hell do you think you are? It ain't your league, you shrimp-dick cuck-o!" Hanabira replied. Swiftly did Kazuhiko's foot leave Hinokawa's gut, colliding with Hanabira's face and returning to its original position before bodies were even shifted. As a result, Hanabira's head slammed the wall once again, and his eyes came to a slow close. "Who? Oh... is he conscious?"

Two assaulters were currently making no progress on drawing out apologies. On Kei's end, it was arguable whether her victim could even speak past the blood and vomit flooding his throat. Seiichi kept watch with only one eye open. He wasn't sure how he felt about that form of abuse. Either he didn't want to get on Shirogane Kei's bad side under any circumstance... or he did under a specific one. Either way, she was making a beeline toward murder with no additional results presently. Even the other boys who had so much to say and laugh about were merely looking on, cowering by now. "Uh... he's actually going to die before you get a reaction out of him. Is that going to make you feel better?" he asked calmly. In the meantime, Kaguya's emergency phone call was off to an interesting start. "Mmm, good girl♥~ Makes me want to see if we can make this boat rock~" he flirted. The phone would pick up another slapping sound by the time his chat with Kaguya started ─ that particular one caused by a bit of hand-to-ass contact. Nevertheless, his conversation would carry on as normal. "Don't actually admit to missing me. If you did, you'd be on this cruise with us. Boooo♥~" he joked initially. Following that, however, things took an interesting and semi-serious turn. "Kayacchi, be careful how you talk about things like that. You make a house-cleaning favor request sound like something untoward. Where you are is probably in some company's established territory too, so that'd be an issue. Lucky I like you, huh? What's the situation?"

Boing. What a strange thing that was for Miko to mutter. Of course, given her position relative to Reiji's, there was only one viable reason for the outburst. She also wasn't making any haste to finish moving past him, which wasn't putting a stop to things any quicker. The tone of their conversation changed completely. Miko expressed her preference for this setup over any alternatives, and... it didn't seem she was talking about moving ahead. No, she immediately started claiming forward behavior instead. She'd promised herself to attack chances in moments of desire. How else was he to interpret those words? What was going on with these modern teens? Why was she making it a matter of taking responsibility? How were her up and down movements in any way conducive to moving deeper into the closet? Well, the last question in Reiji's mind had an obvious answer: they weren't. Overall though, there was one thing happening without fail. Reiji was growing a firmer bulge in his breeches, utterly trapped against Miko's grinding rear as he managed to string one clause together. "Have... have modern teens undergone some drastic changes I wasn't aware of?" he wondered, looking down at the girl in confusion. Reiji wasn't outright turning her down ─ something slightly unusual for him. It wasn't helping at all that she looked very familiar, like someone he knew and had a great deal of interest in long ago. If her hair were just a little longer, she'd almost be the spitting image of that woman ─ almost.

[Apollymi]

Emirie was content to stay behind her father's back as he advised. Whatever his thoughts were, she didn't believe he could take personal responsibility for this day turning out this way. Meanwhile, a demanded apology would end up only with more vulgarities being uttered. Anya remained with her mother's hands clamped over her ears, but that didn't stop her from seeing the punishments being meted out. 'Papa's so cool! Onii-chama too!~' she thought. While not as immediately active as Soma had been, it was still something she could appreciate. Oddly enough it wasn't just the youngest girl who thought their father was cool, both Sena and Emirie also thought so given this show of paternal affection and protection. A demand of apology was made, but instead of it being made more insults were launched, "For a bunch of people who've never put their meat in anything but their hands, you lot are awful concerned about someone else's!" were Kei's words after hearing that one shrimp related comment. Meanwhile, Sena looked at the fat one and nodded. "Definitely out, should I wake him up again?" she wondered ready to bounce his head off the wall once more with a quick kick, if it were needed. Of course, every woman not his own daughter would agree that such was a vast underestimation of what was going on, and with the odd obsession with comparison. "Oh? Calming down..." Ai mentioned noting the more sensible response. Only five of that lad's ribs were cracked as Kei's eyes shifted, to the last man standing, one being held from escape by Seiichi. "Hmph, I'm hardly upset to start with. But shouldn't all trash be on the ground confessing and apologizing?" she questioned, her light blue eyes narrowing as she stared at the last man with pure menace visible in her visage.

As for what Seiichi had to say, a gentle toss of white locks occurred as the pressure applied to that lad's side had already stopped but she remained stepping on him. "If he dies he deserves it. His observational skills are faulty considering how easily his bones snapped after he called me a beansprout~" Kei mentioned with her nose up in the air. Ah well, that was emotional immaturity, but contrary to all aspects of her, she'd spent far too much of her time in the otherworld as a monster, her logic around the death of humans was... less than human at best. Meanwhile, a little moan was escaping Sakura as she continued the work of her hips after that slap to her rear. Of course, the conversation between Hiruko and Kaguya was cheeky and flirty and she was sure there was a lot going on in the background of her own conversation. "Eh? We would have loved something like that. I even made Mi-chan get a little sailor suit... but you know how it is. We have to do some normal stuff every now and again~" she said almost teasingly. Of course, their current situation was far from normal in this particular case, but they could do quite a lot. The tone shift in Hiruko was noted, and something Kaguya had noted before and she found it easy to fall into. "Oh? I wasn't making it sound like anything like that. I'm just asking an innocent question, we don't have our own place here yet so it was a bit more open to interpretation, Hi-niisama♥!~" she chimed while listening to Kei threaten another and giving a thumbs up. "We're so lucky you like us♥~ As for the situation..." she paused giving thought to how to express it. "A big group of us are shopping today, you know us and our stunning friends, that group is steady growing for some... reasons. Well, apparently this group of guys in this card shop happens to have gotten their hands on some trade secrets concerning a certain purple haired card game enthusiast. They decided to try and use that for leverage to gain entry to our group of stunning friends. Tables were flipped, three to five drinks were spilled and we don't want to leave a mess in the card shop is all. The owner of his place is currently locked in the stock room so we can't exactly clean it up ourselves you see. One of them even fell outside, it's been crazy♥~" Kaguya mentioned as if this made perfect sense.

Speaking of crazy things, Miko was distracting herself, maybe even more than she was managing to distract Reiji. By her own current hearing, Kaguya was on the phone with Hiruko, a good choice, and the boys native to this card shop would be... suffering the consequences of their actions. It was the best she could do, to simply make sure Reiji didn't walk out of this space in the middle of what would likely be the clean up of a very specific kind of accident. "Some of us have..." she answered his question. "While I can't speak for everyone at least my friends and I seem to have all come to the same conclusion. Life is too short and unpredictable to not explore every avenue and have all the fun you can~ As long as everyone understand and no one is hurt, we seem to be pretty free with ourselves... I am at least~" she claimed a small smile coming to her face. "So, Reiji-san, interested in not wasting a prime opportunity? I can take care of this for you..." she mentioned while moving her hips just a little bit more with that overly innocent face of hers looking up at him. "And you can help me too~" she claimed earnestly. "See I'm very easily distracted and I couldn't leave this thought alone if I know I it's here and I didn't take care of it myself, I'm trying to be responsible and take care of my new favorite shopkeep♪~" Miko mentioned playfully. The truth of the matter was, she'd very much enjoy finding out what kind of man this one was truly. She already felt quite comfortable in his presence and the size of his manhood against his thigh said, she'd be having one hell of an afternoon.

[Bloodedge]

Hanabira had lost consciousness from yet another collision with the wall. The way Kazuhiko saw things, he'd be better off losing consciousness on a more permanent basis. He didn't intend to let any of these culprits live. Their methods were reeked of Saxony. If Saxons were allowed to live, their methods propagated. His was the responsibility of trimming the hedges, so to speak. "Get the next one," Kazu said to Sena, expecting Hanabira to pass out again later. For now, he woke the lad with another kick to the face, another slam against the wall. Before Hanabira could speak this time, Kazuhiko was already making demands again. "You're low on chances. Do as I say, or die," he said in an eerily plain manner. Hanabira only seemed more confused. "Huh? What are... you talking..." It seemed Hanabira was effectively concussed. Neither Kei nor Kazu was successfully getting an apology in the moment. With that in mind, Kazu shifted his gaze to Sena. "Do you want this one instead? It's pretty satisfying," he claimed.

At Kei's end though, there was a demand being made of the missing lad from that original group. Three were already being punished at least, but one of them had been caught in an attempted escape. Kei wasn't having any of that, but this lad wasn't being very complacent for different reasons. "Who, me? Try another one; I haven't done shit to you freaks!" he insisted. Seiichi thought that wasn't the best idea in terms of response options. Regardless, he was more concerned with the death of those others coming without the apologies Kazu and Kei sought. "Well... I only asked because, if you wanted, I could fix those guys and keep them alive until they give in. I don't see the point of torturing someone to death if you're not even going to get results," Seiichi commented, sharing his own strange form of darkness. Speaking of darkness, Kaguya was revealing a bit on that phone call as well. "A sailor suit, huh? Did you get one too?" Hiruko asked initially. "Actually, it doesn't matter. I'll get new ones for everybody. Oh!" As if remembering he'd been rude, Hiruko switched his phone to speaker mode just then. "It's Kayacchi. She doesn't know about the yacht yet~" he said to Sakura. Moving on to the situation Kaguya and some others were in, she quickly fell into code-speak. Hiruko understood her precise meaning throughout that speech, and in fact... the way she translated left him throbbing within Sakura. Of course, there was also some disturbing information in the mix. "When you put it like that, Kayacchi, it really gets me going. I knew I made a good choice picking you. Tell you what? I've got a phone call to make anyway, so... I'll see if there are any strings to pull. Anything else while I'm on the line?" he asked. If Kaguya wanted nothing else, Hiruko supposed he'd be making another call to Makima right away.

In the storage room, Reiji was further kept from reprieve. In fact, she claimed life was too short to avoid spontaneous moments such as what she now facilitated with mobile hips. Reiji's body obviously didn't disagree; he kept hardening under those movements. What Miko had to say was inline with Sakura's earlier words, albeit with a more clear and concise purpose that didn't seem so totally random. Already one deep, he wasn't so reprehensive this time around. Would he rely on nostalgia just a bit for the sake of pleasure-seeking? Well, that didn't even seem necessary; nostalgia wasn't the sole culprit of what he currently experienced. Miko offered... 'help' of some sort. Reiji could only sigh as he gave genuine consideration to the two-way offer, surprising himself in doing so. "I should instead be wondering what's happening to me lately. Shouldn't you be regrouping with your friends? There isn't even time for what you're suggesting, and as you yourself said... I am on the clock," he stated.

[Apollymi]

"Hai!~" was the response of Sena. That fat man was being beaten into and out of consciousness in intervals as they aimed to get apologies out of these lads for their bad behavior. Of course, this was a strange and very Alayan form of parental bonding but that was fine for everyone except the humans in the room. All the while, Emirie stood behind her father, and watched as her sister seemed to be having quite a bit of fun playing the role of enforcer. Her own twin took a pretty similar pace looking after one of the other people and this was turning into something rather wholesome aside from how it started. "Yeah, I've been waiting to kick someone's ass today!" Sena claimed, well there really was no denying her parentage. Another kick would be bouncing that fat one's head off the wall again, held back enough to keep anything from happening. It seemed the only one who could actually talk was content not to take responsibility. Kei's eyes didn't leave him as he claimed they were freaks and that he'd done nothing. "No. It doesn't work like that... a group of people don't hang out, plot their weird blackmail hentai antagonist bullshit, and play a game to determine who is going to do what with girls they've never met before just for you to claim innocence here. Fence sitting isn't an option and as they actually tried it, your guilt is clear. Don't make me figure out what you did, because if I have to, what happens to you will be worse than them." Kei mentioned those words with an amount of calm which was a bit disturbing considering the violence she'd delivered. "Can you fix, just his punctured innards and leave the breaks? It's a just punishment considering he has bones the consistency of chalk while possessing the audacity to call me a beansprout," she concluded to Seiichi. But she was a control freak, and they were in control... this was the place she dwelled in the best. "I don't have a full set up here, but I could go peeking around his phone pretty easy..." Ai mentioned almost casually her own phone sitting on the table in front of her, screen lit up.

Just the same Kaguya was having a seemingly normal conversation, "New sailor suits for everyone? Doesn't that sound fun~ You're the best♥~" Kaguya said happily. Whatever the case, it seemed that Kaguya would be getting an on purpose switch to speaker from Hiruko's end, so she could hear the busy activities and the voice of Sakura, safe, sound and having fun. "Hirrun, said he'd get a bigger boat than the one we're on right now. Never been on a yacht but it sounded like fun. Are you guys going to hang out for that one too?~" Sakura asked her voice a bit hiccup-y. "Oya? A yacht party does sound like a great deal of fun. Glad you're having a good time Saku-chan♥~" Kaguya mentioned. Meanwhile, that throbbing of Hiruko was something she'd recognize and feel and move her hips to, while she kept up her own works. "Glad to keep you going, Hi-niisama. I don't have any other immediate needs, though if you could find a way to staunch those leaked trade secrets, we could keep the outraged spilled drinks to a minimum. Mi-chan wanted to talk to you... but she's acting as a distraction, so she can't come to the phone right now♥~ Quick as you like, feel free to call me back, Saku-chan I'll text you♥~" Kaguya mentioned almost playfully. "Hai!~" Sakura answered, seeming somewhat relieved but also a bit more curious... no direct mention of Kazuhiko had been made, but it was her assumption that it was him, who flipped the table. As such Sakura needed to find out his emotional state. That was her responsibility. Any call made to Makima after that would be answered within seconds, "Speak."

Speaking of taking responsibility, Miko was busy flirting with a man in a storage closet and maybe succeeding. At the very least, she could feel the stiffening of his cock and knew it would be well worth the effort of freeing it from his pants. She'd not stopped her movements against him and instead simply bent at the waist showing that deep bend in her spine as if she was looking at something on the low self, but instead her fingers were gently trailing his thigh down the length of his manhood. When questioned about her friends and the like a little smirk came to Miko's face and she peeked backwards at Reiji and explained. "I have a bad habit of wandering off for my own little adventures during this sort of thing. My friends are playing card games right now, they are super into it, they won't miss me for the duration of a lunch break. Let's call it that... everyone gets one of those, even the owner right, Reiji-san♪~" Miko questioned playfully. "My friends are trustworthy, they'll definitely let us know if we're needed, as for what's going on in your life right now, if it's anything like mine, I assume you're having a bunch of new weird fun. And there's nothing wrong with that, as random and overwhelming as it may seem, you can share it with people like us♪~" Miko chimed happily.

[Bloodedge]

And so, the addition of Sena had Hanabira out like a broken light once more. Something was already wrong with his head, so he figured she was due a bit of extra fun for the help she'd offered. "I figured you were," he said about her apparent waiting. "Good form. Emirie, what do you want done to the ones that tried you?" he asked. Kazuhiko realized the other boy was still very conscious and trying to keep himself safe via silence. His apology had been given after some 'convincing' at least, but Kazuhiko didn't intend to let him go easily. The larger one had a much more audacious approach that Kazu also hated because he'd sacrificed a comrade for personal gain. Taking Emirie's desires into consideration would come first, but that one had to pay an additional price in the end. On the topic of paid prices, the one Kei dealt with would ideally be left with his broken ribs even if his lungs were patched. Seiichi seemed contemplative in the face of her request. Could he actually repair one, but not the other? Probably. "I should be able to? Well... I'll at least try for fear of what you'll do if I disappoint. Someone should watch this group though," he said while keeping the last boy addressed by Kei from slipping through. That one apparently had no intention of admitting any guilt.

Kaguya had only one additional request: doing something about Sakura's leaks. Hiruko already gave consideration to the likelihood of that occurrence, so it was a non-issue for the girl's reputation. "I can probably get somebody to clean all your spills pretty soon. Keep an eye open. Pay to my album if you like♥~" he said as the call came to an end. With that, Hiruko was dialing Makima and reaching her in moments. Speakerphone remained active for the time being. "Arf♥~" he said playfully to start. As he needed work for another's sake this time, Hiruko was quick to address the point. "I'm looking for a favor. I've got some lucky charms who got themselves caught up in something, and they need a cleanup quicker than I can reach. Sending address. Got anybody nearby who can handle the job?" he asked, finally freeing his hands to grasp at Sakura's hips and put forth a bit of thrusting effort himself.

It seemed Miko had an excuse for everything. Her alleged habit of wandering off was enough to justify her current absence, and as for his... she was content to blame the fact that everyone else was busy with their games. It all made perfect sense, but the speed by which she presented those alibis was almost disturbing. Reiji would have been bothered enough to comment, but that arched spine under his gaze was quite the effective distraction. If that wasn't enough, there was a hand passing over that stiffening bulge to further goad him along. She alluded to the time of a lunch break. Under any normal circumstance, he would have argued the possibility of that... but after dealing with Sakura, Reiji couldn't be too surprised by anything. "You know what? I strangely believe you. I guess I'll at least listen to whatever ideas you have, against what I should call my better judgment."

[Apollymi]

Sena was congratulated on her form, and blushed with pure happiness at the compliment. "Arigatou!~" Sena chimed. As for Emirie what did she want to happen to those who tried her? "Logic says that I shouldn't really hold a grudge, but I don't think it's possible for them to reach the proper conclusion on their own. I'd rather they not be left to cause the same kinds of problems to others..." she decided with a fair bit of conciseness. She could fight and would do it herself if necessary but she maintained a certain amount of disgust about that fat one. As for Kei and Seiichi, he claimed to be able to try but needed the lad he was holding back to not be able to run off. "Fine, I'll hold him..." Kei mentioned. She realized she had some ability to use some of her lower level magic. Nothing too great, but her fingers extended an several invisible strings would attach themselves to each of that lad's limbs. She was also just enough of a sadist that she'd let him attempt to run. And if he did, he'd find himself flyign towards the ceiling and having the air knocked out of him so he couldn't scream either. All the while, Ai was mirroring his phone and seeing those same videos that had been shown by the loudmouth orange haired guy. None of these guys felt like Sakura, she had not had sex with them so... them possessing those videos that also didn't come from her phone was crazy. "He definitely has the videos too, they have watch counters," Ai mentioned of that one. Even if he wanted to claim innocence he owned someone else's porn that wasn't given to him by the person most heavily featured in it.

"Definitely♥~" Kaguya agreed to pay the man some pictures, as soon as she was able to take them. Whatever the case, another phone call was starting and though he was still in the middle of sexual activity, but managed his usual kind of reaction. She heard that and was fine to listen to his request, even as she sat in her office in that straight backed chair with her form perfectly aligned in the middle of it. "Hi-pyon? You're picking up pets now... they grow up so fast~" she teased gently. Well, she couldn't well let her favorite pet, lose his pets over something like a cleanup. She typed the address into a special app, which pinged her other people... such a thing noted a nearby operative marked as doing 'cleaning' already. "I can send someone... but a favor like that is going to cost you. This time, you'll deliver to me the one who started it. I'll give you the opportunity to check him out first and get him to agree if you want. I find myself interested in such things from time to time, and life gets quite boring..." she mused. Still a message was sent and she immediately received one back. All it said was... ETA 4 minutes. "Clean up will arrive in 4 minutes. I assume that is quick enough. Also clock is still ticking for you, Hi-pyon. Anything else?"

Meanwhile, Miko was apparently gaining persuasive ability. She'd managed to keep up those movements and in bending over seemed to manage even more of a distraction. She didn't know how long she needed to distract this man, but if he needed to say in this room with her for an extended period of time, she could definitely make it work. Apparently, he believed her, that was good, she shivered just a little pressing her hips back against him a bit more as she rose while feeing up the length of his cock. It was definitely worth what she had in mind for it. As for what she had in mind, it was quite simple. "I'm glad you believe me, a Miko doesn't tell lies♪~" she chimed. "As for my ideas, since it's lunch, how about you feed me this~" she chirped while touching his cock. "And since it's a break, you can sit in your chair. If you're still up for it afterwards, I can sit in your lap, while you show me those things on your computer~" she mused, it would be good for there to actually be something to show for her time spent here, besides her full belly.

[Bloodedge]

According to Emirie, she may have held no grudge against the scum... yet she also didn't think the problem should be allowed growth to have negative interactions with others. It was such a respectable answer, Kazuhiko could do naught but calm himself a bit more. "I like that answer. In that case..." With that, Kazu would proceed to slide Hinokawa off the larger lad's body. "You can have that one," he said to Sena while approaching Hanabira. From then on, Kazu would be lowering himself and giving Hanabira a pummeling for quite some time. Here and there, the boy would be woken by another concussive blow. He saw glimpses of reality, only to lose them immediately, time and time again. It was during that time that Seiichi switched places with Kei. A scalpel seemed to appear in his hand, and he'd proceed to place it against the fallen lad's ribcage. What happened beyond that would be hidden from most by Seiichi's position, but there was an abrupt silencing of the boy as Seiichi rendered his 'patient' unconscious.

Makima's initial response about pets was cause for a laugh from Hiruko. "Different sorts, I think. This one here is a special variety," he said as a slap to Sakura's ass occurred. His recent collection was not the topic of importance here though, as he was now multiple requests deep with Makima. She fully acknowledged this. What she wanted in exchange for this favor was... the one responsible for a necessary cleanup. Naturally, Hiruko had no idea who that person even was... but he couldn't deny the order. "Done and done," he agreed. Upon hearing the time of arrival for cleanup, Hiruko also heard a reminder. The days he had available before seeing Makima were counting down. "I'll shorten it by a day," he challenged. "Nothing else. Oh, except... I was thinking to run a second business around these parts. I've got a growing list of clients here lately. That's just something I'll bring up when I swing by. Oh, and... there'll be a yacht or two in your area soon. That's all."

A Miko did not tell lies. Reiji was added to a growing list of people who heard that sentence from this particular girl. Maybe he could have retained more sensibilities if she had, at any point, stopped rubbing her rear against his crotch in such a stimulating way. What of her ideas though? They were made more titillating in the moment, and moreover... it sounded like he could actually have some work done in the meantime, technically. "That's ah... an interesting offer," he said, only just realizing his hips were naturally moving to facilitate a grind between Miko and himself. Even in noticing as much, he couldn't stop himself. "My sensibilities say things should be a bit more give-and-take than that... but under the circumstances, it would be best to get something done. I'll go ahead and take that chair then... if you'll just..." Technically, Reiji needed the lass to move so he could actually make it to his desk. Even so, his hips hadn't stopped shifting against hers. Life was going in such a strange direction for the humble card shop proprietor.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, the calmness of the children was enough to help mediate the anger Kazuhiko felt. He calmed down in the face of Emirie's decision, and gave one of the perpetrators to Sena to take care of. He'd begin rather steadily beating the other. All the while, the one being fixed up by Seiichi was unconscious and the one being held by Kei was still refusing. Ai, on the other hand was looking at the stills and short clips on that one's phone and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Should I just erase this? It doesn't look like the kind of thing you'd want..." she asked aloud of Kazu. And Kaguya having finished her phone call peeked over and scoffed. "Really? This is what they think? I really hate people like this..." her own version of magic seemed to tick into life, there was a certain truth this group needed before they were sent into the next life... she stood and casually began walking over. "I apparently have someone coming to clean up this mess in a few minutes. Before then... I'd like to make sure the lesson sticks, even in the next cycle~" she offered Kazuhiko with a cheeky smile. "I'd need them lined up and conscious though~" she claimed obvious deviance crossing her face.

Apparently, Hiruko's new pets were of a different variety, obviously they were something else, if he'd only just gotten them and they already needed someone around for cleanup. That quick smack delivered to Sakura's ass got a little yelp out of her as she continued to move her hips against him. "Yeep!" the noise slipped out of her. If her understanding of the situation made sense, Kazuhiko and their group ended up killing some of the patrons of the card shop. She'd heard that young women didn't normally go places like that. And she'd begun extrapolating why based on the human understanding of her own experience. Whatever the case, Makima was leaning against one hand whle looking down at her phone and hearing the noise. Her request was being honored without fault and Hiruko was even shortening the amount of time he'd take to meet up with her by an entire day. "Oh? Something like that over something so small... you could always just visit more if you miss me, Hi-pyon~" she chided. Ah, but there was no seriousness there, she could always pull him back in if needed and he'd always pout himself in a position to be brought in similarly. As for his growing list of clients and the yachts, she had nothing negative to say. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea, and seems like I'll get to see a bit more of you. You don't have to limit yourself, just make sure I know if a business pops up that I can take advantage of..." Makima said. She must have been in quite the good mood, or she was trying to sweeten the deal further and tie him into this situation more. Sakura had already come to the conclusion that the woman on the phone was the same as the one who'd applied the mark to his neck. In fact as they spoke it was shimmering under her vision, seeming to grow into something more resembling of a collar with a long leash. Interesting.

At the same time, Miko had told yet another individual about her lack of lies. And beyond that, had her offer acknowledged as interesting. She smirked while moving against him and finding him to be rather naturally pushing his own hips against hers. "Isn't it, I think it's great♪~" Miko chimed softly as she would. Ah, well, as his hips naturally facilitated movements, she'd go along with him. She'd followed his movements back up towards his waist, and would be easily looping her fingers into his belt as he claimed he needed to move towards that chair, in spite of it not being as fair as he thought. "Fair is relative, Reiji-san. And I am getting a lot of what I want out of this... if it really bugs you, you can make it up to me later... and let me have a few keepsakes for my collection~" she asked almost coyly. As for getting him to the chair, she'd naturally begin moving towards it, but wouldn't be leaving much space between them, she'd guide him along by the waist, making sure their hips still had contact here and there between the chair. "I wasn't trying to pin you down or anything... but I also can't let you get away from me... I hope you don't mind~" she teased gently she'd release him near the chair. But before letting him have a seat, she'd be bent over at the waist, giving a clear view of her bottom before she turned to face him properly, giving a clear view down her recently acquired cleavage. Her fingers returned to his belt aiming to help him drop his pants before he took a seat. "I took a few liberities, I hope you don't mind but it's probably a bit easier from this angle~" she noted, aiming to free him of his pants and allow him that seat before she potentially set herself upon his groin completely.

[Bloodedge]

While Kazuhiko busied himself with the abuse of that large teen, Ai had a question for him. He may have become more calm after interacting with Sena and Emirie, but it was not a safe calmness he felt. Did he want her to erase those images and videos of Sakura in the boy's phone? "It doesn't matter. They won't be able to see it again anyway," he said with eerie nonchalance. Another swift fist to Hanabira's face ensued, and then... there was Kaguya. Apparently, she had a plan and someone to clean the bodies of these lads relatively soon. When Kazu looked to the black-haired lass, he felt something... oddly relatable from her. Whatever she had in mind was something he felt interested in witnessing. "You feel different. Whatever. Let's see your plan," he agreed. "Seiichi." At Kazu's command, the son looked up and wiped nonexistent sweat from his brow. It seemed he was done with the fallen boy, yet... there was no blood on that scalpel, nor visible wound/scarring on the boy. "Hai. I'll take care of it," the boy said while dragging his patient over. It seemed he'd have to repair a bit of the large one's brain damage as well, so he looked to Kei while establishing three-quarters of a line against the wall. "This one will only take a second. Gomen ─ could you bring the other one?"

All the while, Hiruko's chat with Makima was reaching its end. That wouldn't come without her coyly mentioning his ability to visit more often, however. "What can I say? Call me a masochist for keeping my distance. If you find yourself missing me, though, you know all the most effective ways to pull the leash♥~" he flirted as if to flip the proverbial script. His ideas were permitted with ease, but he expected as much. "I'll keep you posted. A new friend and I should be paying you a visit pretty soon," he said finally. With that, Hiruko's attention shifted to Sakura. "So, Sakucchi ─ which one of these 'stunning friends' of yours should I assume is responsible for a mess in the card shop?"

Reiji's sensibilities were argued against. Miko offered opposition, claiming her suggestion was fair enough. If he thought otherwise, however, he was free to make up the difference later. Of course that was her suggestion. "I guess it was foolish of me to think life could return to normal after recent events. We'll see..." he said. Alas, the type of person Reiji was inherently disagreed with the notion of mere consideration. He was quite the stand-up guy, in reality; he wouldn't just rest on something he considered to be an unfair exchange. Whatever 'collection' Miko spoke of was a mystery for him, but... he was already being led around by the belt by then, so surely he was fine being led into a trap. "Collection?" was the question offered. Soon after, he was positioned in front of a chair and having his trousers pulled away. Reiji took that same time to slide down into the chair, prominent erection springing forth full-force. "You're free to whatever liberties you like. I'm actually too busy judging myself to pass any judgment on you," he insisted. Oh well; Reiji would at least be trying to bring up the ordering application on his computer.

[Apollymi]

Talking to his children had garnered Kazuhiko some calm but apparently that wasn't a true calm. No, it was a dangerous one, that should have implied something scary, but alas, those who'd spent any reasonable amount of time on Alaya, didn't seem to be afraid. Maybe a little confusion here and here, but most of this group wouldn't even flinch at the oddity. "Hai hai," Ai mentioned. It being left up to her, meant she'd delete them if only because she didn't think Sakura deserved to be preserved in a state that obviously wasn't at all her idea. Meanwhile, Kaguya proposed a plan which involved very little but also would feed into the lesson to be learned which she felt the need to impart. As one who was coveted most often by those undeserving she felt it necessary to end this here and now. "Oya? I'm sure nothing has changed about me... has to be something added to you♥~" she flirted. In truth she also felt the kindred relationship between them, whatever the case, a little pulse of power, just enough to effect the current space and trap the four humans in the space between dreams and reality was channeled. No noises they made would be heard and the only thing they could properly see would be Kaguya and Kazuhiko standing before them. "One more thing... after you're done kids, look away. Cover the baby's eyes Chi-chan... this isn't for them~" she said. Anya only managed to look a bit surprised. All the while Kei watched as some very interesting work was completed by Seiichi before he had another call to answer to. "That's some nice work, but it's not like I'm impressed or anything..." she scoffed, a typical tsundere being actually legitimately impressed. "I can move him, it's no big deal..." she said. As she moved the last human into position against the wall. The brain damage whenever it healed would begin the show. At the same time both Sena and Emirie turned their backs to the sight of the wall and stood behind their father, assuming that if Kaguya said there was something they didn't need to see, the honestly didn't need to see it.

At the same time, Hiruko and Makima were having their conversation wrap up quite nicely. There was something to be said about turning the proverbial page on Makima she could be annoying by it, but there were allowances to be made to Hiruko, always. "Hm, I suppose that is always possible... though you are quite the masochist in most cases. Color me surprised to find you with pets of your own~" she mused as if she'd not considered it an idea before. "Fine, I'll be waiting... say goodbye," she stated knowing that when he did she'd simply hang up the phone. As for the question posed to Sakura directly, who would need a clean up at the card shop. "I felt it earlier... it'd have to be Kazzun... though he's normally quite evenly tempered so if he made such a decision then he had a good reason," she stated simply. "I should go check on him, his emotional stability is supposed to be something I am monitoring. Though it might still be too soon," she said taking very seriously the duty she'd been tasked with, but still she was moving her hips. It was as if the motions themselves were part of her thought processes. All the while, she was feeling a different one stir, that one was also familiar, Kaguya was doing something a little magical too. How interesting.

Meanwhile, apparently Reiji thought himself foolish for thinking his life could return to normal. "You aren't the only one like that... I tried it too, but it's more fun this way~" Miko commiserated earnestly. "Thank you for the consideration~" she chimed at the end, seemingly pleased that he'd even actually consider her request for more later. Her own life had been turned upside down merely a week ago, but standing here in a store room with a humble shop keep who's dick she'd managed to talk out of his pants, she was suddenly feeling a bit more confident in her decisions. As for the question of her collection, Miko could only smile, phone in hand as she opened up her camera and situated herself between the legs of Reiji as he took his seat with his erection up in the air. "I might be a bit of an amateur photographer. I like a specific kind of keepsake for these kinds of moments. A bit like people who take pictures of their plates at fancy restaurants~" she explained gently as she posed beside an upright cock for a few cute selfies. Including various faces and amounts of distraction in her eyes. If one looked at those pictures they would see a bit of drool that leaked down the corner of her mouth. 'I'm so lucky I keep finding delicious things!~' she mentally chimed. "Before I get properly started though, great dick, Reiji-san~" she slipped that mild bit of inappropriate speech in before, slipping her tongue around the tip of his cock and letting her hand begin to stroke it as well. It was so nice. It had such good weight to it, and it tasted good. The wetness of her mouth would be joined by her loins once again. Oh well, she'd try and leave him to his paperwork... maybe. Well, until it became obvious that the hand she was using to stroke his member wasn't because she just intended to let him stay at the front of her mouth. No, slowly did she move it back, burying her face further and further into his lap, until such a time that he would reach the back of her throat and find acceptance, and the first gentle hum against his cock's tip. All while she was peeking up at him from below.

[Bloodedge]

While Seiichi was working through an on-the-spot repair of Hanabira's concussions, Kei commented on his work with the other lad. He'd only been born today, so naturally... he wasn't too familiar with the behavioral patterns of a tsundere. She claimed he'd done some nice work, but further stated that she wasn't impressed. Interestingly enough, Seiichi took that to mean he should have completed the task more efficiently, and perhaps much quicker. He felt humbled, to say the least."... Hai. Sumimasen; it was the best I could do. I'll try harder next time," he said apologetically. All the while, Kazu was watching Kaguya set up a bit of magic while claiming nothing was different within herself. Maybe she was right; maybe it was him going through something different. "Hm," he mumbled in response while Seiichi shifted out of the way. All four culprits were conscious and unable to be heard outside their current space. "So what's the plan?"

Hiruko was told to say goodbye. Makima ended phone calls in so few ways, he could have easily expected that one. In fact, he did... and he was ready to be a little cheeky in response. "See you soon♥~" he said, foregoing a proper goodbye. He never knew if something like that got under Makima's skin, or for what reason if it did... but it was worth an internal laugh. With that matter out of the way, Sakura named the individual she thought was at fault for a few murders. The way she spoke of this 'Kazzun' person and her connection to him were cause for a few assumptions. "Kazzun huh? I wonder why you're responsible for emotional stability with almost half a dozen bodies down. Who's he affiliated with?" Hiruko wondered.

Apparently, Reiji wasn't the only one going through the strangest motions. Miko proved herself to be an unusually worldly teen who'd already been through a similar process, and Sakura earlier seemed to be some sort of center point for it all. Regardless, he was able to learn of the 'collection' Miko mentioned. She called herself an amateur photographer, reminding him of some images he still had from Sakura before. Maybe that was what the young ones were into now? Well, if it evened things out even a little, he absolutely couldn't say no. "Sou ka. I might be a little out of touch. I suppose I don't mind. You seem trustworthy enough, even if I'm now deathly curious about your entire generation," he said with a sigh. Miko was free to have whatever pictures she wanted... but Reiji was apparently not free to get much done while she carried on. She grabbed his cock; that was normal. She licked the tip; that was also to be expected. She even gave him a compliment on its quality; a bit surprising, but less so than it would have been a few days prior. By the time he thought to click open a few tabs, however... Reiji was learning that perhaps Sakura wasn't the anomaly he thought her to be. She took his shaft to the mouth like a seasoned veteran, and further took it back as if gag reflexes didn't exist. "Hnng─!" he groaned, his attention snapping to Miko immediately. "Of course. Why am I even surprised? I really am out of touch..."

[Apollymi]

Seiichi was being opened to tsundere abuse in a very specific way. That was going to cause an argument between Kei and Miko later, but Ai thought it was going to be amusing so she didn't say anything. To Kei's credit when she heard those words, she hadn't meant for them to be taken that way. Even so, she was not going to lose face by explaining herself. No, she'd instead doubly commit, "Hmphf, see that you do," she said seemingly confident. "Oh? Is that what that looks like from the outside?" Angelica wondered aloud. Everything she'd seen so far of these people, said they were worse than those kept in Olivier's prison, killing them would make her no real difference. As Kazuhiko thought about his nature changing instead of Kaguya's she could only smirk as she went on to explain the perfectly simple plan. "Remember how I told you I cursed my ex my first day? Well, the truth is, such a curse wasn't something I tried to do on purpose. I've come to realize that people who covet while having nothing to offer in return really piss me off. Especially when it is the type of thing that could toy with the lives of others. I've lived that life, I wouldn't wish it on anyone else..." she explained a bit of the backstory. "Basically, I am going to force them to remember they are unworthy, now and forever. As far as I understand it, this will stick even if they die. It will probably also make them cucks but the basically already are, I can feel it~" she explained. "So, if you'll agree to be the prop in this case. I'll make sure they never forget, then you can end this as you see fit. I'm not too picky about the end details~" she explained finally. Basically she wanted to inflict magical karma and could do it, using Kazuhiko as a catalyst so long as he was willing to be part of her point.

Meanwhile Hiruko was told to say goodbye to Makima and as he hung up he didn't. She frowned lately after her phone clicked off, and then smirked chuckling just a little. Was she amused or upset? Well, time would tell... it didn't really matter, she'd be seeing him soon. It seemed her use of his nickname was one which didn't hit Hiruko. She couldn't recall if she'd spoken about him in great detail or not. "Hai, well, Kimura Kazuhiko is his name, but Kazzun is my preferred point of reference for him. I met him a fairly low point in his life and helped him out. It was relatively recent so he asked me to keep an eye on him as he hadn't been feeling emotionally the same as before the incident. I don't think six is a large number of bodies considering his history, but I would like to hear out why he decided the deaths were necessary to be certain," she explained in general terms. As they continued on from that point in the conversation., she thought about his affliation, "He doesn't have one... here." she said seeming to have stopped herself from giving a greater explanation than that. There was an odd balancing aspect to this whole magical versus mundane world thing.

Reiji was far from the only person being sucked into some odd parts of his life. Miko might have seemed oddly worldly but she was in truth quite a bit older than she seemed and without reservations given ehr own more recent experiences. If she wanted to do something and it was possible, she'd try to do it. Reiji was currently on this list, and she was already working herself up to a great deal of fun. She'd taken her pictures and gotten settled, "Hm, I think we are a bit more sensory than before... I could be wrong about that, but it seems right," she explained of her thoughts on her own generation. Fully immersed in the sights, sounds, smells, tastes and sensations.... that's how she'd describe herself. Still, it almost seemed like Reiji might be in for a relatively normal experience for an actual adult but... his cock went beyond the space of a gag relfex and he jerked. She found herself smirking, as much as was possible with a mouth full of dick her tongue gently caressing one side, as the hand no longer occupying his shaft went further down looking for treasures to play with, his family jewels would indeed do. Just the same her other hand would remain in place, taking up space as she gently lifted her head, but that wasn't all, no, she'd found the joy of choking on a cock due to her own machinations as well, so she'd do ethat too, staring up at him innocently as her throat gurgled and churned around him. 'This is fun!~' she mentally mused. Ah well, she had to keep the surprises coming and it wasn't like this was painful for her or anything. If nothing else, ti gave her cheeks a bit of extra pallor and her jaws time to relax while she alternated her methods around the core of his body.

[Bloodedge]

"... Hai," Seiichi said, seeming just slightly defeated ─ albeit slightly motivated as well. That aside, Kaguya shared her plan to affect the quartet of card players in this life and the next ─ something Kazuhiko could actually get behind. He wasn't sure what kind of catalyst he was needed as, but... he had a few ideas, and Kaguya was trustworthy. It was likely something sexual in nature, based on her request to have the young ones look away. Oh well. "Do what you think is right. They aren't making it out of here, but I'd rather not deal with more actual Saxons because these douchebags reincarnated," he said. From that point forward, Kazu would take the 'wait and see' approach for whatever Kaguya intended.

In the meantime, Hiruko was also receiving an explanation ─ about the one called Kazuhiko specifically. He had a few details about his relationship to Sakura, drew some conclusions about that, and even had reason to believe he was worth inspection. A history of killing was alluded to, despite Hiruko having no idea who this person was. Well... he did have one idea now. Sakura claimed the lad had no affiliations here, but... "None here. That's pretty specific. What's he to you then?" he wondered. "And what's 'here' specifically?" That smooth voice did not come from Hiruko. Behind the pair, by the boat's window, there was another male of similar height and build to Hiruko. This man had short ginger hair and dull blue eyes. Spiritually, he seemed only a hair's breadth above a normal human. He wore a beaded earring with a red crystal on his left ear. A few lighter blond streaks could be seen in his hair, with one prominent one on the left side of his bangs. He also sported a gray jacket left unbuttoned at the bottom to reveal a belt, attached to which was a strange blue gemstone. He wore a red scarf across his chest and over his left shoulder. Paired with his jacket was a pair of gray long pants that ran down to his black boots, with one half of both boots folded down, and a chain attached to the right-side boot. He also wore a thigh garter and short gloves. Most surprising of all about this man's appearance was, however... the fact that he couldn't have been onboard before, according to Hiruko ─ who was suddenly stunned silent. Whatever the case, this man's attention was on Sakura for the time being. "Well Girlie? You're giving half-answers here."

Speaking of stunned men, Reiji wouldn't be recovering soon. He thought Sakura was some sort of standout enigma, but this random brunette was proving to be in the same realm of ridiculousness... and she was just getting started. A hand traveled to his balls, as if that were a necessity at all. Reiji was already throbbing, experiencing the threat of premature ejaculation from the unexpected throat work. His attention had basically been ripped away from the monitor by force, and now... it was sticking as Miko showed something that may have been a weakness? Well, it wasn't something he minded at all. The extra sensation applied to him due to that bout of choking was as pleasant to him as it was worrisome. "Haah!" he gasped while reaching for his sensibilities again. "Shouldn't you calm down a little? That doesn't see─em safe!" he chided.

[Apollymi]

The reaction of Seiichi was about what could be expected, there was an obvious bit of motivation. Oh well, some things would take longer than others to figure out. What wouldn't take long to figure out was what Kaguya intended to do. There was a little show, a last grace for these four individuals, if only to help end their existence. "Hai hai~ I'm glad you trust me, consider this my interview for that personal assistant job offering♥~" Kaguya mused as she stepped around. The pure magical attractive quality of her existence aiming to draw in all four sets of eyes as she spoke to them while standing in front of Kazuhiko. "Your types are all the same, some guy who could never act on his own... listening to some other guy brag and misconstrue the truth to flex. But you wouldn't know a real flex if it appeared directly in front of you," she mused. "Let me guess, you all saw Sakura walk in with him... and though he brought a bombshell with him... and it turned your stomachs. Screw the fact that they were just trying to have fun... and were minding their own business, you simply couldn't bare to see it~" she mused, she stood in front of Kazuhiko, shaking her ass, looking back occasionally and opening the buttons of his shirt. A godly torso with more muscles than any seventeen year old boy should have would be shown and Kaguya would ever so gently place a kiss on his neck while speaking this little story into existence. All the while with active magic flowing she was able to read their hearts so clearly while piecing together their punishment. "So you plotted and you schemed. You set her up to meet the supposed bitch breaker, right? All you wanted was to take from someone else, assuming that if that one could do it any of you could. Thinking maybe he'd give you some crumbs, his videos, his images, his work...the actions of cucks. Getting off on other people doing what you can't~ But you don't understand something like that only works in your shitty NTR hentai~" she mused. Her legs were spreading, splitting in that clean space of the floor until she was lined up with Kazuhiko's pants blocking their view undoing his pants and giving him a playful wink. "I don't appreciate your assumptions. I saw that fake bitch breaker, and while it's way bigger than what someone like you shrimp dicked kids can manage... it's nothing compared to something... immaculate. No one her caliber would be broken by that... so now and forever remember~" she said slipping to the side as she removed Kazuhiko's dick from his pants and showed exactly how big it was. "This is what you thought that Kakihara thing could compete against... and this is why none of you, especially him... ever stood a chance... Sayonara~" she said as she stood. She'd put him back in his pants, knowing that her magic would be looping that same image in their heads until their deaths, her disappointed and disgusted stare at their tiny cocks while she looked adoringly upon his. "That should do, as you were... I'll make the rest of that up to you~" she whispered to him as she aimed to put him back in his pants and return the state of his clothes. Only two minutes of loop existed but it would be quite the dangerous thing playing in their minds until their brains stopped working.

While magic was used to force plots and cuckery onto those who tried to use them as weapons... Sakura was stuck between trying to make proper explanations and avoiding revealing the truth of long life magical existences. He had no affiliations here but what was he to her. A pause came from Sakura strangely in both her mind and her body. How was she to explain that? The human term 'boyfriend' was age appropriate but didn't seem like enough. The truth tha she'd allowed him to use her body and soul as a catalyst to create himself after a wayward god tried to steal his existence was too far out. She was spiritually his wife, but the term wife still applied better to Angelica as far as she was concerned. "That question is slightly difficult for me," she admitted. "Compli..." she stopped speaking. Why? Well another voice was added to the mix. She was on a boat, she'd seen Hiruko clear off. So who was this man? "If you are asking where here is... Osaka, a river on a boat... if you're asking in relation to my previous statement, answering you would be problematic for me," she clarified. Sakura looked at him and only became more confused. That look wasn't from this time and place, though he didn't appear more than human. His face was somewhat familiar but not enough. His manner of speaking was quite different and as her eyes drew into that jewel on his waist, almost literal question marks appeared over her head. "That phrase tickles... half answers are all I can give... life is a bit complicated right now. You are also very complex," she stated honestly. There was something odd going on here and now her attention was marginally divided.

Meanwhile, Miko was having a good time, putting good tricks into use against the unprepared. If she'd known this one had already had sex with Sakura, she might have been doing quite a bit more to solidify her placement. As it was, she was only just avoiding the use of her full magical abilities and not speaking around her full throat. Instead she was vibrating and gagging on his cock instead. Slick wet, gurgling noises accompanied his gasps as she looked up into his face. By her own feeling of his dick within her hands she was quite sure he was enjoying. She found he self smirking and slurping her way to his cock being outside of her mouth. Her hands stayed moving, tracing her saliva around and slicking him as she licked her own lips and grinned, she felt that wetness reach his balls and moved it around as well, seemingly amused by the sensation in her hands.. "Do you really want me to? I'm perfectly safe..." she mused as she flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock multiple times rapidly, seeming to 'lalalala~' with the movements. "You could even choose the speed of my head movements yourself if you liked~" she mentioned almost casually. Miko enjoyed this part quite a bit, so she'd enjoy the sensation of putting his cock back into her mouth all the while looking up at Reiji rather innocently. He could take advantage or not, but she'd still find herself back at work, running her tongue along the length of his cock, tracing down to his sack, keeping her hand constantly movement even as she changed the targe of her mouth to his family jewels.

[Bloodedge]

Kaguya was signing herself up for an interview. As Kazu recalled, she was to become his 'personal assistant' of some sort. She went on to speak with the line of boys, even beginning to put on a show. Sadly, Kazu didn't get to see the best parts of said show. He could tell her ass was shaking, but only the worthless ones got to see any of that. As he was now, Kazu scoffed internally. Those four had another reason to die. With his shirt being unfastened and even a kiss placed on his neck, he was rather easily riled-up to boot. Kaguya continued her verbal observations of the humans. By the end, she fell into a full split, winked at him, and freed his cock. Kazu could be naught but excited whether it showed or not. a shift to the side disappointed more than just him, though. The four ahead were aghast, in utter disbelief, and a bit... afraid. "What the fuck is that..." one of them said. Of course they'd all seen Kakihara Shota and accepted his superiority, but something like that was at least in the realm of human possibility. That thing they saw now couldn't have been a dick, yet the very same girl who'd been arousing them all for a couple of minutes treated it like a thing to covet. In the end, she was putting it away... which was the biggest issue for Kazuhiko. She claimed she would be making it up to him later, but why? He saw no point in that. "Why? Aren't we proving a point?" Kazu asked, those crimson orbs staring down into Kaguya's face. "I heard something about a 'bitch breaker'. They can't conceptualize the breaking part."

Sakura couldn't find a way to give Hiruko a proper explanation. He didn't need every detail to know there was something of great importance between them, so naturally... he figured this Kazuhiko was the #1 guy they'd discussed previously. Alas, he had little chance to continue on that topic. Even with Sakura riding in his lap, Hiruko appeared to be in defensive mode upon the arrival of a strange ginger. Stranger still, Sakura began conversing with that man immediately. Such an odd girl she was. "Careful," Hiruko warned. "He's dangerous. Don't give too much information." To that, the orange-haired man chuckled. That was something to address later. For now, he was content to keep up discussions with Sakura. "Osaka... a boat... two things you've never seen, and one you'd never heard of until today... right?" he asked as if he already knew the answer. With that, he stepped forward. It seemed as if the intercourse happening on this boat was of no concern to this man as he sauntered over to the other side of the table ─ a position he could take to look Sakura in the face. He'd seen her looking down. Though he knew exactly what her eyes were drawn to, it seemed he was content to flirt. "See something you like? It'd probably be way too much for you," he boasted casually, despite not showing any sort of bulge that went beyond existing expectations. "Anyway... no point lying. Why would you say half is all you can give? Because you believe it? Or because you think that's how it's supposed to be? I'm curious." While this man spoke, Hiruko remained mostly silent. He was watching, observing and... trying to get a read on this person without any success thus far. That simply didn't happen; he couldn't wrap his head around it.

In the meantime, Reiji was asked a question... or rather, he was stood above an open trap. Did he want Miko to calm down? In all actuality, he wanted the exact opposite. If she hadn't stopped to speak, he would have been a goner already. Perhaps that would have been the best outcome for getting back to work, but this wasn't the sort of thing one wanted to stop before it was fully explored. "I ah─... If you're sure everything is fine, I can't really complain," he said. As for the permission Miko gave to control her head if desired, there was only one problem. "That would take a lot of audacity from me. I'll be honest... I─ah," Interrupted again by the return of Miko's mouth, Reiji had little choice but to collect his thoughts all over again. "I don't think I'll make it more than a few seconds longer whether I do that or not─" he admitted.

[Apollymi]

Kaguya did her entire routine, hearing the question of that one boy and finding it amusing. She could hear them, Kazuhiko could hear them, but their voices would be mumbles to everyone else. They really thought that Kakihara or whatever his name was, truly was something worth gawking at. They'd basically backed the wrong horse, and would be losing... everything. Before she could properly put him away though he had a complaint to lodge. "Well I did offer to make it up to you... don't tease me with a look like that♥~" she mused. "I'm pretty flexible about stuff like this so if you want to add a little to the plan, and show a group of cucks how little chance they have of cucking someone else... I'm more than willing to go along♥~" Kaguya flirted without complaint, even turning to place her rear against his manhood and in a single moment coming to a conclusion even as she shook her ass against him. "Still, seems like a lot for me right now, though that doesn't make me want to do it less I love a good breaking, but can you do it in the right amount of time and still finish them off?♥~" she questioned teasingly. She'd bend over completely this time giving him her ass to look at under that skirt and even giving a proper peek at her pretty pink little thong that matched the writing on her t-shirt.

Meanwhile, Sakura and Hiruko were being confronted by a being both of them were wary of, for two very different reasons. A verbal warning even came from Hiruko which caused a small smile to spread across Sakura's face. "I know he's dangerous, but we have two very different points of reference for that..." Sakura mentioned. Withholding information simply because of a danger level wasn't necessarily something Sakura would have agreed to, but she understood his point. No, there were little details to be taken in. His lack of flinching at this sexual activity. His questions specifically applied to her, that jewel at his hip which was nothing she'd ever seen before, she didn't have a lot of reference but she had enough to be rendered more curious than normal. His approach also didn't make sense, unless he stowed away, if it was magical she should have felt him coming, if it was human there should have been other signs. Curious. "Clever, clever...did you figure that out or did you already know, nii-san?~" Sakura questioned, but which things about his statement was she agreeing to? Did she see something she liked, it was probably too much for her? "Oh? You think so? If that's the case something is very wrong..." there was something of a challenge in her soul at a statement like that. "I wasn't lying... I've been avoiding specifics," she was willing to argue semantics in this particular case, most humans would have wanted to give to her. He wasn't offering but he was flirting, that wasn't completely abnormal. "This place doesn't have the foundational understanding for the types of things I have to say. I also don't know if I am the person who should be allowed to make the sort of decision around who should receive such information. It's a philosophical question I haven't gotten into the details of yet, I've been meaning to ask..." she explained while staring almost decidedly. The sexual activity she was engaged in wasn't really the primary thought process.

At the same time, Miko was asking the sort of question she knew was a trap. That being said, she'd still listen to Reiji as he worked his way through it. "I'm sure, you can trust me on this♪~" Miko said about the state of her throat and the gagging or not she chose to do, whenever she chose to do it. Whatever the case, it would seem that Reiji didn't feel entitled at all to guiding her head, all those ahs and little interruptions had her heart beating quickly in her chest. "Chii♪~" a little chirp escaped her. "That's exciting to hear... though if you're up to a little audacity can go a long way, Reiji-san♪~" she chimed. "It sounds so nice♪~" Miko murmured her tongue now dragging up his shaft going back to the head. "I came here for lunch anyways, feed me whenever you're ready... Itdakimasu♪~" she finished swirling her tongue along his shaft and up to the head only to close it onto it and run it back towards the start of her throat again. If she was being fed, she wanted a taste!

[Bloodedge]

There was indeed an offer for Kaguya to make up for her teasing. She did specifically say 'later' when making that offer, and... the way Kazu saw it, now was later. As for teasing her with a look... "Tease for a tease," he stated. A change in the plan would occur. As Kaguya turned to place and shake her rear against his groin, he knew one thing was clear. She had an inkling as well... but how much of one? She knew it to be a lot, but so much had occurred this morning. Kazuhiko could undoubtedly put an end to the four humans ahead of them with barely more than a thought and a gesture. The problem was actually elsewhere. As she rubbed against his cock, Kaguya subjected herself to the feeling of his mana ─ that endless storm of cosmic proportions kept in perpetual motion within his glans. There was a firmness in place, and a gravity that almost pulled them together by proximity alone. "I'm not worried about them. A lot happened today. Remember that thing about not missing? I think... if something happens now, we might become inseparable. You might even belong to me ─ I don't know for sure. But... it could be life-changing in the blink of an eye. I won't lock you into that danger if you don't want to."

Hiruko knew this stranger was dangerous, and so did Sakura. The man knew why each person believed as much, but he was most impressed with Sakura. The blonde male knew a killer when he saw one, and surely couldn't fathom how seasoned a killer he was, or what his methods were. Sakura... was caught-up in the metaphysical mysteries of their random guest instead. "Don't point your thinking face at me. Whether you believe me or not, I'm trying not to split you in half today," the man admitted. Sakura had questions for him, naturally. Did he figure out her newfound information, or did he know beforehand? What a question. "Nii-san?" he asked first and foremost. "If I figured it out, I already knew. Basically... don't worry about it," he insisted, moving right along from there. According to Sakura, something was quite wrong if he thought he was too much for her. "Ho? What's so wrong? Don't believe me? Or don't think it's possible? Or... don't think it should be possible? Oh, and you can keep your ride going. C'mon, watching your tits bounce should be enough to keep me busy from over here." Despite his obvious preferences in conversation, this man was here with purpose. The more Sakura withheld information, the more she was limiting herself. Tohsaka Sakura was not one who needed self-imposed limitations. While mulling over her words, he leaned back in his chair, even kicking his feet up onto the table in the most lax manner possible. "Hmm. Foundational understanding... is weird, isn't it? And all that babble about philosophy doesn't sound too solid to me. Let me ask you something, Girlie. If I knew this boat was going to sink, but I didn't let you know because the Captain didn't tell me I could... should I let you drown?" he asked as a piercing gaze set upon the girl. He may have felt more ordinary than one with his speech pattern ever should, but that didn't matter. When he looked at Sakura, he could see through her in a way very few people in the history of the universe ever could. Every moment of her existence across this reality and the next were, at present, more of an interactive video game in his eyes. For now, he was just picking up the controller to make a few selections... or suggestions, even.

Speaking of suggestions, Miko had another for Reiji. He fully believed a bit of audacity would do much for him in the immediate future. In truth, that was precisely why he wasn't doing it. Had Sakura ruined him? Much like the purple-haired girl before, this one was offering a service as if she benefited from it directly. If that were the case, how could he short either of them on a longer experience? Well, it seemed goals were aligned in the end. Miko expressed her desire for... lunch, as she called it. There was only one way he could take that, but he couldn't apply the same expectations to her that Sakura had previously blown. He had to believe she was still somewhat normal, so... a hand that reached out for the top of Miko's head was brought to a halt before it reached. His hips, however, could not be stopped from reflexively bucking to shove additional length into her descending throat. "Hnn─I was ready moments after you started! It would probably be for the best if you backed away for a moment!" he warned, knowing his load to be an explosive thing that would come in a matter of seconds.

[Apollymi]

"I guess that's fair~" Kaguya commented about the teasing nature for another tease by that glare of his. Well, she supposed she did rile him up, and it wasn't necessarily her intention to leave him hanging. Kaguya continued to grind against Kazuhiko, putting on even more of a show for those little cucks while weighing her options. Kazuhiko came with warning labels and speech about his day. "Oya? You two still haven't explained all that... but I get it. If I'm being perfectly honest, I've already decided the path I follow and as the one who leads me has chosen you... I don't mind belonging to someone like you potentially. Besides the danger makes me horny~" she mused. "You can't tease a girl with the idea of something mind-blowing and not give her a sneak-peak. Just, one though... I don't think I can take any more, can you do it, with that limitation, Zuko-sama♥?~" she asked choosing the shortened version of his name in a single moment and choosing to make it the rhyming version of the play with Miko's for playful reasons. Whatever the case, he could find himself easily invited into her form, but whatever else he intended he'd have to take care of on his own.

Meanwhile, Sakura was being given more to think about than she thought possible at this stage in her life. This strawberry blonde stranger was doing something rather interesting and she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Even as her hips continued to move against Hiruko, the relaxed man in front of her, who took a seat to stare her in the face was far too interesting for her to concentrate properly. "Hm... I've heard something like that before, not aimed at me though... odd," she mused. This man had a sort of demonic quality to his speech that reminded her of her father. "Hm, that seemed most appropriate... I could choose a different one but I'd have to be sure I like you first," she stated honestly about her chosen address. If nothing else, she was sure she found him attractive, his brain was also something worth teasing apart, but... was there something odd or unknown? She'd have to give it a bit more thought. To his words and suggestion she kept up her movements and answered. "All of those things, in a rather quick succession actually... I don't know if I like it..." she stated. While she wasn't purposefully giving him her thinking face, he seemed content to make her think. Still for his words, a bit more aggression would be added to that ride in Hiruko's lap. His hypothetical question was something else, she didn't even need more than a second to reply after sorting through the words. "That's a moral question and I don't have those... so I suppose the answer would be, if you wanted to..." she mentioned. "Does that mean I should not worry about it... and give the information without pausing to think about it or letting it be someone else's decision?" she pondered. Of course, she'd had several hypothetical conversations with Hiruko earlier about the nature of magic, but fully explaining it and why she lacked concern or knowledge seemed like an odd amount of information to give another person. There was also this man staring at her, and her feeling it more deeply than the surface level inspection or even the regular lustful looks she was used to. There had to be so much going on in this man's head, it was driving her crazy not to know.

Miko made a suggestion and was rewarded with action. This might be one of her favorite kinds of person to talk to... and moreover it felt good to have a successful moment or two. In fact, there was soon a hand upon her head. 'Squee, headpats♪!~' Miko chimed internally, only to be left slightly disappointed. The movements of her head and mouth kept up, and soon Reiji was moving his hips, 'Never mind, Face fucking is better♪~' Miko was having a great time already, so nice were moments like these, she'd almost gotten lost before lunch. But Reiji remembered seeming to want to give her a warning. She'd received several such things, and she'd been taking things to her gullet all day. As long as it literally wouldn't explode her existence, she wasn't too concerned, but since she still wanted to taste it, she'd oblige and pull her head away so she could have his head upon her tongue swirling gently to entice his end. She had light sparkling in her eyes the entire time as she looked up into Reiji's face wanting to see the moment she achieved her goal once more.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko gave the one warning he needed to give. Dealing with him after that morning planetary trip was dangerous ─ especially given the way he felt now. He wasn't even sure what could happen, but something felt... so very permanent. Oddly enough, he was titillated by the idea. Kaguya apparently didn't mind the idea. She'd follow Miko right into his lap ─ literally even. Beyond that, if the danger was making her horny, the speedy acceptance was doing the same to him. She wanted only one, though. Kazu assumed she meant a single thrust, but the way she was moving against him wasn't conducive to that limitation. Could he do it? Could he restrain himself so much after that build-up, that name and everything he saw and felt presently? "No," he said after mere moments of thought. Kazu's hand rose, and the subspace create by Kaguya become something more like a corridor. They remained at one end, and the other extreme ended at the wall behind the 'cucks' as Kaguya had been calling them. His other hand slipped a finger beneath the string of that thong, just above the peak of Kaguya's crack. He slid it down and out, dragging fabric out of his way. Only then did gravity take full effect, quite literally pulling her onto his cock. Where he entered would merely depend on Kaguya's precise position at the time; he didn't care which hole it was. "But... is that really all you want? Be honest; it's a display after all."

Of course Sakura heard a similar sentence before; her father was of a similar breed to the man sitting across from her. He was a bit quicker to settle on names than Sakura, though. Nii-san was her form of address for him presently, but it wouldn't remain that way forever. First, she had to decide whether she liked the man or not. Compared to the Sakura he knew, she was being very... "Slow. Spoiler alert: I usually answer to Daddy. That usually requires the whole splitting you in half thing though. Anyway, haven't you already decided? You're confused... curious. Curious and horny are almost synonymous for you, right? Or are you just doing like I said and bouncing harder because you were gonna do it anyway? Hold 'em up; it'll be better for everybody~" he added, eyes following Sakura's breasts as they bounced up and down. Their conversation had been progressing at pace thus far, but a sudden interruption came when... "Put it down," was said with a chilling glare toward Hiruko. One of Hiruko's hands had been discretely moving toward a knife he intended to throw when necessary, but... something about that look and ability to read him couldn't be argued with. "Good boy. We're having a nice chat here. Just enjoy the ride while it's still your turn. Maybe it stays your turn? I'm not sure yet," he babbled. Moving on, Sakura's thoughts about his analogy were considered. He found her answer... youthful. "It means what you take from it, just like the first answer. If you say the answer is whatever I want it to be, that means I'm going right back to the original question. At that point, I'd be realizing it was about what I wanted all along. If I let you drown in this example, what use will you ever be to me? None. Case in point: whose tits am I looking at then? Obviously I'm not going down with the ship; fish tits are only cool on mermaids."

The disappointment of Miko was clear for a moment, but Reiji could do nothing about that. It took all he had just to hold back an explosion that would surely be rude to unleash in the already gagging girl's throat. He gave due warning, and she took it with a retreat. What Reiji didn't expect at all was the way she chose to finish the task at hand. It should have been totally unrealistic for the act of swirling her tongue around his glans alone to do the trick. Whether due to a masterful application of tongue or the look of her face as she tried to coax out her 'lunch', or even some combination of both... Reiji's seizing body endangered the chair he sat upon. His hand finally landed on Miko's head as if he were reaching for stabilization on his own end. A deep grunt devolved into an extended moan, the former joining a shotgun blast of his essence and the latter accompanying the subsequent ooze. Given the width of his ejaculation, Reiji would even be needing to clear his hand when this was all over. Little did he know, he wasn't even the first to have an extra-messy conclusion with one Iino Miko... even just today.

[Apollymi]

Kaguya's teasing words seemed to relay differently than intended. She'd asked if it was possible for a quick taste, a sneak-peek. He could slide and and slide out in his present state and it'd likely blow her up regardless. She knew this, he knew this but... it seemed he couldn't do as she asked. "Oh well, I guess I'm taking what I can get then♥~" she chimed seemingly amused. Even so, she could feel him, slipping a finger around her thong, leaving them ready to line up. That magical condensation was another thing as well, the corridor was a different form of her subspace, "Oya? I didn't know you understood magic like that~" Kaguya mused seeming to find it interesting at the very least. Those hips of hers still shifted, even as gravity began to lead him into one of her holes, which one? Well her primary one as it was turned towards his head when the forward motion started. A little moan escaped her lips as penetration started as for what she really wanted a little laugh escaped her, "Of course it isn't really all I want. You could fuck me 'til I pass out, as long as you leave me to nap in my chair♥!~" Kaguya offered with a huge grin. "You wanna leg up? It'll be tight♥~" she claimed as if the squeeze between her legs wasn't already quite snug to start with. No way would she not be trying the proper go at that immaculate dick, even if it ended her outing today it was worth doing. None would be upset with her, except perhaps Kei who was still playing chicken with her own feelings. No matter, if everything else was handled all would be fine.

Meanwhile, Sakura was being called out in the oddest way. Whatever was going on with this man, he knew too much... about her at least. And she knew what she was and understood the implied danger. But the clear and present curiosity was winning out against it. "Hm, that seems extreme... though I do understand how that sort of thing works. Also you seem to have a very clear understanding of me. As for why, because I was going to, and for the other reasons you mentioned...89 percent, not quite enough yet," she mused. When told to hold her breasts up, she'd commit, with a hand on either side as they shook while she moved her own hips in Hiruko's lap. Her observation of this man only become more exciting as it went on, it would seem he was very good at reading others. Enough of a killer that even Hiruko couldn't get that knife and pull it on him. "Sou ka, I figured that had a better chance, that's odd..." she observed. What was more there was pure logic coming form him, which was quite unusual to come by. His words made sense to her in a complete sort of way, and all she said initially wasn't her complete understanding, "Never seen a Mermaid before, kind of want to now. I need to do that~" she mused as she continued, still her eyes stayed on the man in front of her. "I suppose I was worried about the wrong thing... and it won't really matter the outcomes, if something way bigger than even I can control happens... I accept the logic. Arigatou gouzaimasu, Onii-chan~" Sakura offered. She didn't care what most people called him, she was content with her own kind of speech and Daddy didn't make sense when she'd not experienced him in that sort of way. In her own mind, he was more brotherly and she didn't have one of those yet, so he could have that title without fail.

Meanwhile, Miko worked on receiving a reward and it was quite fruitful when it finally occurred. Reiji was such an interesting man, showing himself to be an upright proprietor and a forward thinking adult. He even seemed to have gained enough flexibility in his thinking to accept a little youthful deviance. After experiencing just a little bit of conversation and acknowledging him as one of her new favorites if only because he was willing to accept the love and logic of Abe no Seimei, she wasn't at all surprised when he had quite a lot to offer. A buckshot blast to the mouth was Miko's reward and it tasted like, Chestnuts. Yes, that was the flavor that filled her senses. She even got the happiness of a hand upon her head in the final moments leaving her eyes to light up. She swallowed, once to clear her mouth and licked the tip as she pulled away. "Squee♪!~ Reiji-san's so tasty. Gouchisousamadeshita♫~" she sang quietly but happily. Well how youthful was he, she supposed she'd be finding out. If he was spry she'd likely comment and take a seat in his lap, if he wasn't she'd put it away and still sit in his lap for the duration of their ordering process. Such was her nature.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko's understanding of magic was a bit... questionable, to say the least. His expertise was mostly limited to focus or reinforcement of some sort. This shift into a corridor was more natural than anything else, as if... he'd simply made a large atmosphere around his forward-facing erection. That, in fact, was the corridor they were in. "I don't," he responded simply. Kaguya was receiving a storm to her canal as his gravity pulled at her womb. Tight only began to describe how she felt, and even that was amplified by gravity pulling her walls into him. As for going at it until she passed out, Kazu would gladly do so ─ though the result was liable to be a bit beyond expectation. Kazu's adventurous nature tended to bleed into his partners, energizing them so long as things didn't carry on too long. Well, the results would speak for themselves initially. He contemplated Kaguya's offer for a lifted leg while pumping his hips just lightly enough to avoid any concussive bursts... at least outside of Kaguya's entrance. The ultimate decision involved Kazuhiko lifting one hand out to each side in an offer of support. "How about both out? There's something I'm not ready to stop seeing yet," he admitted, eyes glued to Kaguya's ass.

According to Sakura, she was bouncing with greater purpose in Hiruko's lap because she was going to anyway. In spite of that claim, the suggestion to hold her breasts was taken without hesitation, and seemingly without any additional thought. The ginger grinned as he stared endlessly. Hiruko, on the other hand, could do no grinning at present. He had little choice but to accept the notion that this was only a conversation... for now. "Percentages aren't going to be accurate against me. Neither will reservations. Haven't tried teasing your own nipples yet, huh? You should," he suggested in the middle of another topic. The matter of mermaids would not be further addressed by the man; he wasn't going to give all of the answers after all. Most important was the fact that Sakura accepted his reasoning, and further shifted her form of address for him within minutes of their meeting. Hearing that from an earlier version of Sakura than he once knew was exciting in its own way. "Think nothing of it. Oh, but do say that again. Slower, sexier and preferably while you let me know what you think I could be doing to you right now♥~" he flirted shamelessly.

Meanwhile, Reiji was... losing his wit once again. Teens were ridiculous in the modern era, he decided. There was no reason for Miko to make such quick work of him. There was no reason for her to be so excited about a hand on her head at the end. There was no reason for her to lick his oozing tip afterwards. There was no reason for such a cute thing to be so appealing with a load on her face, that he didn't even care about the excess on his own hand when resting it on his lap. A lot of things were coming together without good reason, it seemed. As for his youthfulness, Miko would find something between answers. He wasn't firm, but he wasn't soft. Continuation was rendered at least slightly questionable, if only because his mind was too busy for even words. There was a notable twitch to greater firmness, but overall no major sustainability nor total loss. "That was... something," was all Reiji could even say as his thoughts came together at last.

[Apollymi]

"Oya? Are you doing it with feeling? That's okay too~" Kaguya encouraged. The full understanding of magical know how wasn't absolutely necessary. In many cases, some things worked just because the user of the magic wished for them to. Fine mechanics weren't necessary if you could just make it happen, that was the magical girl way. Meanwhile, Kaguya was being entered and it was already rather powerful. Her walls were naturally collapsing upon him, using only whatever he had going on within his dick as a catalyst. She was beginning to understand as the force of it was held within herself exactly what the potential problem of this was going to be, and why it would be killing that group. "Both out? Zuko-sama, you'll spoil a girl holding something like that♥~" Kaguya flirted shamelessly. Of course, she'd only oblige him since it was something he wanted to see. The spreading of her legs would continue and she'd lift her hips just a little. Basically for a point of reference his dick was being used to balance her physical form while she allowed her spilt to reach its full spread across both his extended arms. "Like this right~" she said looking back and offering a cheeky wink.

Meanwhile, Sakura was experiencing confusion beyond the norm and she was sure she wasn't the only one. Though Hiruko was basically just along for the ride, Sakura also hadn't actually cleared up anything. One could say this is because he claimed she shouldn't say too much, but one could also say it was because she was too distracted by the ginger to focus on giving her explanations. "Hm, that isn't good. The calculations being inaccurate won't help my confusion," she mused, ah, but that wasn't all. She'd not tried anything with her own nipples yet. Perhaps she shou... Sakura's nipples were between her fingers as she bounced. They were twisting before she finished the thought. "When did I start doing that? Why have I been taking suggestions? I'd say that was a soul response, but I stopped the efficacy of that myself for human life experimentation. Results still pending. But if this is why everyone else reacts that way, I understand... I don't think I like it though. I also don't think turning my soul back on would change my confusion, no... I can't hypothesize the reaction either..." she was talking mostly to herself but all pretense of things held back had dropped. "What are you?" Moving on from that point it would seem that this man truly couldn't help but flirt, she'd apparently found the right form of address for her even if it was not what he normally accepted. "Sou ka, you can't help yourself, can you, Onii-chan~" she asked rhetorically.

At the same time, Miko was finding herself amused in the afterglow. Her behaviors were her own and usuallly found varying amounts of surprise in more mature adults. Even so, the look on Reiji's face said he truly wasn't expecting her activity, her ability nor her excitement in the moment. This was fine, though she found him not exactly ready for the next round, she'd all but decided she might actually try to let him work a bit too. In response to the idea of it being something, Miko was checking her face using her thumb to drag any missing spunk and drool into her mouth like wiping sauce from a recently devoured meal into her mouth. "It was, definitely worth it, Reiji-san~ I guess I'll let you work now~" she mused as she shifted her own position. She moved upwards, settling into his lap facing his screen and settling with his cock beneath her. Though she'd really prefer it be inside, if it wasn't ready yet, she was fine with waiting whatever amount of time was necessary.

[Bloodedge]

Feeling was about the best way to describe Kazuhiko's approach to this magical application. He couldn't have explain what was done if he tried, but he did understand the intended, and actual, result. The corridor aside, Kazu also had a general idea of what would happen to the four teens ahead... and what would happen to Kaguya. The pair had been gently prancing around each other for the last day or so. Though this couldn't be counted as their first bout finally coming around, the first few floors of major dungeons had to be scouted before a full raid was organized. His suggested approach was apparently considered an act of spoiling. Kazu didn't really get the reason behind that. He'd already done far more ridiculous things on a whim, but perhaps now wasn't the best time to address that. No, the best course of action was simply to continue. Someone was coming along to clean the dead bodies, so they had to ensure bodies were dead. With that in mind, he let his hands collapse around Kaguya's legs as they slid into position. Knowing about her flexibility was one thing, but seeing and feeling were two different demons that would both lead him into a spiral. "Just like that. That's awesome," he said, flexing against her inner walls as the others wondered how this union was even happening. Surely that storm was apparent, even if it had yet to enter her womb. That transition would be the key, but for the time being, Kazu merely rested against the door so to speak. "Ready?"

Sakura was confused, and apparently the lack of accurate percentages would only make things worse. In response, the ginger had only one thing to say. "Don't worry about it," he repeated. In the meantime, Sakura was silently taking another suggestion by pinching, twisting, generally working her own nipples. He watched contentedly, grinning when she questioned her own actions. Why had she been taking suggestions? Well, there was no coercive magic or anything of the sort at play. The true answer was in the man's head, but he'd leave Sakura to her own mental musings, knowing how she liked to figure things out. She didn't like this turn of events by her own admission; he didn't think that would remain true. "I know it sucks. You like working that brain of yours. But, it's only fun when you can see a pattern, right?" he replied. As for the bigger deal here, Sakura wanted to know... not who, but what this man was. His grin only widened then. "You tell me, Girlie. He," he interjected, nodding toward Hiruko. "... obviously thinks I'm a killer, a danger. He's not wrong. So... what do you think I am? Mysterious? Sexy? Downright fucking irresistible in every possible sense of the word? I'm curious too y'know~" he said. Moving right along though, Sakura's response to his most recent suggestion was... pointing out that he couldn't help himself. "Of course I can help myself. You're still conscious and not spewing my jizz out of every hole, are you? I'm being so tame; you have no idea. But anyway..." He paused, leaving that particular clause where it lay for the moment.

In the meantime, Reiji was catching his breath and finally gaining some reprieve. He was allegedly allowed to get some actual work done. Lucky day, Reiji thought; he wouldn't be held-up by deviance for too long. His reputation didn't need that, and surely Miko's didn't either. Ah, but even freedom had connected dangers. Reiji would be discovering those later, in the middle of his sentence at that. "I have to admit, it was very worthwhile. You're incredibly..." He paused there as Miko slid into his lap, his semi-erect cock stuck between the supple flesh of her thighs. There was an immediate throbbing as a result, but... "... good at that," he finished. Even if he was already returning to firmness, Reiji intended to get some work done while they were in that storage room. He traversed with a few clicks to an ordering screen filled with legacy items from the AoE trading card game. "Astraea, right? Would you mind typing the name in?" he asked. Reiji would have started the relevant search himself, but his free hand was pressed gently against the small of Miko's back for stabilization purposes. It was simply the most economic answer to request that favor instead of tossing her about to do a bit of typing.

[Apollymi]

Natural born prodigies shared certain characteristics. Kaguya completely understood what it was like to go by feeling alone as far as magic was concerned, so she wouldn't be poking his brain about it. As a matter of fact she wouldn't be questioning anything but the snug fit he currently occupied and the physical prowess he maintained to pick her up and hold her in her current position. "Oya? It's awesome, already? You aren't even all the way in♥~" Kaguya mentioned. "Still, if you're going to flex like that, how can I be anything but ready!~ Show the trash something they'll never know♥!~ Hit the bottom♥~" Whenever that push forward happened, her face would be visible to those four still quieted there was nothing for them to do but witness her crowning achievement. Or rather, the first plunge Kazuhiko would take after literal days of flirting around Kaguya for most of a week, as she saw it. She'd been putting herself out there the entire time but it seemed he wasn't yet ready to take that invitation. But now she was being held up and shown something new, how could she do anything but move her hips gently from side to side, causing her bottom to wiggle and the entrance of her womb to rub against him just a bit.

Sakura's confusion was met with a short statement. One which had been repeated by this man at least a couple of times since he'd started talking, 'Don't worry about it'. A phrase like that seemed so simple, like it was meant to comfort or distract, but in Sakura's case, it caused a minor form of irritation. "Is that a mantra? Or are you patronizing me? I can't tell... I feel like that statement is supposed to be comforting but only in the same way that parents tell children to avoid explaining things they think are too complicated..." Sakura surmised. Still, she'd not stopped her activities. She was bouncing in Hiruko's lap, playing with her own nipples and he was feeling the short jolts in her core with every moment she seemed to enjoy. "Patterns are good... if I have one I can work, extrapolate.. that's fine. It's just... annoying? Yes... I think it's annoying... I like figuring things out but I am not fond of how I feel right now..." she seemed to have a pretty valid explanation. But how did she feel right now? Well that was technically tied into the lad across from her. This man also didn't answer her question, he gave round about answers, patterns to look into... clues that weren't really clues, unless you were already looking for them. That's how Sakura saw this situation. Hiruko thought this man was a danger, a killer... that was obviously not untrue. So what did she think of him... "Killer? Not the problem here... even I've killed people, I just happened to waste the energy needed to revive them. Humans are far too fragile but there are costs to experimentation and I did find the answer to those early questions. I can't be truly upset with the outcomes," Sakura commented initially her brain practically leaking words which likely would only make sense to the man across from her. "I think... you're bigger than me. That's why you're dangerous. You are so far above me as an existence that I can't even sense you. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? I am a natural born goddess whose parents are the peak of magical balancing, potential and arcane wisdom. I created a dark vessel for souls and created life, I can literally force reality to do what I want around me and you are so far above me that I don't even think I could stop you if I had to, Onii-chan~" Sakura might have been dangerously close to a mental break. "And that is intriguing, mysterious and beyond attractive at best and terrifying at worst. How were you made? Who made you? How long did it take?" she questioned it as if there were logical things to ask. "I am not, but I know it would work like that... I'm not even sure my body could process what you are, much less do anything but force my own ascension in a way I had not anticipated...Eh...ehehe...Hahahahaha.. HAHAHAHAHA!~" she hypothesized, before bursting into maniacal laughter. There was something interesting about that... actually it was making her insides twitchy as she rode Hiruko. It really was sexually exciting and maybe a bit frustrating.

While Sakura endured the first mental break of her relatively short life, Miko was experiencing something she wished to make more common in her own life, the praise and afterglow of a sexual experience. Reiji claimed their deviance of the day was worthwhile and even claimed Miko was good at what she'd done. Though that sentence was lightly interrupted as she took her place within his lap. She felt the throbbing of his half-erect cock between her thighs and happily grinned, looking up at him. "I'm glad you think so, it's one of my favorite things to do, I like being good at it♪~" Miko chirped. Her eyes then turned to his screen since she was here she did intend to let him work, well, at least until his dick was hard again. As for his request for a typing assist, "Of course, Reiji-san, it's the least I can do♪~" Miko mentioned. She slid her fingers forward and began typing the name Astraea where he'd clicked with precision keystrokes. All the while her little legs were twitchy and rubbing together encouraging that next movement to firmness and surprisng her just a little. 'Oh yeah, can I do that? Would I make a sexy secretary? I could be a sexy secretary~' she thought excitedly. Maybe she'd get to test it out. Would that be asking too much? Maybe, but she was already here, no opportunities were going to be passed up, even strange ones which only worked for a distraction.

[Bloodedge]

While the others wondered how Kazuhiko and Kaguya were even fitting together physically, Kazu was wondering how he managed to avoid cramming himself into her soul for more than two seconds. It wouldn't be much longer. In fact, Kaguya was energetically goading him to do precisely that. She didn't need to wiggle in addition to offering those words, but the fact that she'd done so only further coaxed Kazu. "That's not fair. I'll show you something instead ─ the thing. They won't be able to handle it anyway," he said. With that, Kazu thrusted just once. Doing so allowed him to breach the barrier to her womb along with a certain barrier of reason in this reality. He 'hit the bottom' as requested, and it didn't stop there. The end of Kaguya's womb was reached, pushed further into still, and then... Kazu did what he'd been calling 'the thing' for a while now. As if he'd opened a fire hydrant, Kazu proceeded to spray his essence and gorge Kaguya's womb on raw, unadulterated, spiraling power. It was too much, too fast to remain in the confines of a single body. As such, the 'cucks' ahead would even see the mass of overflow as their souls were crushed under the weight of impact. Heads and limbs were seizing individually, almost... glitching for the four leaned against that wall. They weren't simply dying; they were being destroyed.

Sakura didn't seem to like the ginger's suggestion to avoid worrying about it. True enough, it was the type of things parents often used in patronizing ways. He also used it in the exact manner she stated more often than not, but... Tohsaka Sakura was on a list of exceptions. "Everything's a mantra somewhere, somewhen. But I'm not patronizing you. Never that, never... you. Actually don't worry about it. If you do, it'll get worse. Go with the flow for once♥~" he suggested, keeping that flirtatious tone. Sakura was clearly annoyed, and even stated it through her own mouth. He could understand, but there was little to be done about it in the moment. No, this moment, this meeting was carefully crafted to meet several criteria and eventualities. One such thing was Sakura's rant when asked what she thought the man was. In one long speech, she admitted everything that had been hidden from the man beneath her. Hiruko was already stunned silent, but that silence would only carry on even longer as the confusion from Sakura's words set in. It didn't help that she was rambling as if he no longer existed as more than an object, even while mindlessly following the other man's suggestions... Well, most of them, the ginger would say. Speaking of the ginger, he was becoming more amused by the moment. "All of those things are true... except one. I'm not so far above you that you can't sense me. You're just blind right now. It's a thing; it happens," he said in an accidentally cryptic manner. The man then took a break while Sakura proceeded to have an epic meltdown ─ something that made him purse his lips in an expression of arousal. "Ooh, that's a good snap♥~" he mused. "Now, I'll admit... it's not about how I was made, who did it, or how long it took. There are too many answers to all of those things. Besides, I'm still waiting on an answer from you~"

Finally, Reiji and Miko were doing something relatively normal. That was at least how it seemed as he controlled the computer mouse and she typed the necessary search. Alas, even that could not be normal. Miko was quite the fidgety little thing, and that was quickly restoring firmness to Reiji as he tried to keep focused on scrolling through the options. "Ahem. So, these are the Astraea selections available for shipment. It looks like most of them can be shipped to this location within a day or two. Is anything here to your liking? Of course I do still have that figure on one of the shelves back here..." he said, almost as if trying to distract Miko and himself.

[Apollymi]

The unknowns of true proportions were always interesting to see. As a person who had to figure out how bodies worked together after experiencing normal sex first, Kaguya would have normally been infuriated at guys like these for daring to lower expectations as far as they did. Ah, but she couldn't actually be mad right now... No, she was far too busy experiencing Kazuhiko for a first time. A sample could be what this was called, and the sample included what Kazuhiko referred to as 'the thing' "What's a th..uyuck♥!~." Kaguya was given great pause, or rather forced into hiccupping immediately. Why, she suddenly had her entire womb full of Kazuhiko's dick. Her face flushed, her brain blanked and her tongue popped out, drooling just a bit. There was a constant explosion of mana deep within her body, and even if she was able to bear because of a few lingering circumstances, it was way more than her body could process. And while her soul tried to accommodate her pupils began flickering before settling into the shape of a Diamond. "It's a great fucking thing, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya shouted and moaned. Her body was used as a catalyst and just that pulse would have that pair dying in a clean but oddly horrific way. Kaguya was sure her mind couldn't survive this, and no matter what else happened, this was definitely worth doing. Yeah, she wouldn't be regretting this, even if she was 'forced' to experience this from him... again and again.

Meanwhile, Sakura was suffering different problems. Apparently, this ginger man was not in fact patronizing her. The way he spoke those words, he didn't do that to her specifically... interesting. He also claimed she should go with the flow and actually not think about it for once. "That feels very contrary to my nature, but for you... I'll consider it..." she mentioned, and oddly meant. After that, Sakura had well and truly freaked out, going on a tangent in her young life that she'd not previously experienced. What was more, she'd practically left Hiruko behind, not even explaining the start of the context to deep dive into magical world nonsense which was where she felt more at home. Ah, but she was also getting answers. "Blind?" That was a curious term. She knew that things could be ignored, unseen but there was always a reason... just being blind didn't make sense, unless of course, she was missing something, "Even if that's true, I have to keep the assumption because it can't be disproven," she mentioned logically, as she always would. When her laughter finally wound down she looked at him... running her hand over her face, "That's a demonic reaction. That's fine. I understand that at least," Sakura said before the feeling of destruction from Kazuhiko's actions hit her magical radar. "That's destruction, since when can he do that?" she muttered quickly for no apparent reason. Her heart was beating fast, and it wasn't just about the movements of her body or a building orgasm or exertion. No... it was something else entirely. Whatever the case he was apparently waiting on an answer, "You didn't ask a question..." Sakura said immediately as her brain quickly filtered and found the path of speech she'd not taken. "Oh, sou ka... that isn't a question it was a request for you... I'll answer that one, even though you've created way more questions in my head than current circumstances can answer..." Sakura mentioned. She shifted just a bit, leaning properly over the table moving gently across it. Slowly deliberately did she speak, "I think you could be fucking me into an ascension with a real demonic break... I've never been on the receiving end of one of those, who knows, I might really like it. At the very least you could realign my insides and my brain at the same time, that's what I'd prefer for you to do to me, after getting me all mentally stimulated, O-nii-chan~" By the time she said the last she was directly in front of of him, in his face having accidentally abandoned Hiruko for the sake of mental stimulation.

At the same time, Reiji and Miko seemed to be moving along to something normal... well relatively speaking. Miko was sitting in his lap, his ever building erection building up over time as she fidgeted in his lap. Even so, she'd typed in his requested word and now she was looking at Astraea related merchandise. The distraction he might have aimed for, was an interesting one, but Miko had different ideas she always did. "Well, I plan on taking what you have regardless. I just wanted to see the others because in addition to that I was going to get something special~" she mused fidgeting in general happiness. "Would you click the one three rows down, That one is cool!~" she claimed. It was an Astraea figure with movable parts and a clear front. It could be stripped and had a couple of different small accessories. And came with a special edition large frame card. Even if it couldn't be used in his deck, she figured he might enjoy the special rarity card and the alternative artwork. "Are you doing any other ordering? Or do you have any other suggestions for me and my desired Seimei-sama things? I'm an able typist~" Miko teased gently. Of course she realized the hardness of his manhood was rising instead of lowering. "I'll also help with this~" she mentioned flexing her thighs. "I could do it while I sit here instead. Make sure it doesn't bounce back this time. I do like to complete tasks to the absolute best of my abilities~" Miko said, knowing full well her words weren't even legitimately innocent, but she still managed to look up at him innocently.

[Bloodedge]

'The thing' was originally a term Kazuhiko used simply because he couldn't properly explain it in the moment. As time passed, however, that term was becoming more official. He kept mentioning the thing as it was, and kept getting a very favorable reaction after the initial shock. In this case, he also had the benefit of scratching that vindictive itch he'd been feeling. Souls were screeching throughout the subspace corridor created by Kaguya and refined by Kazuhiko himself, and their destruction was further solidified by the moment. Why? Well, Kazu wasn't done even after that first expulsion. Flooding Kaguya's womb was only the beginning of a would-be continuous series of gushing, skin-slapping, quaking thrusts. The Diamond state was totally unfamiliar to Kazuhiko, yet... it felt so right even when he had no reference for it. "You're a great fucking thing!" he argued. The four boys whose bodies were still spasming were naught but an afterthought. He had a limited amount of time with Kaguya, but he'd absolutely be making the best of it. "So later ─ you, me? Full round?"

Interestingly enough, Sakura was willing to make an exception against her norm per the ginger's advice. She remained blind as he claimed, but that was nothing he could truly explain here and now. Soon... she'd know. "You'll get the answers you need. I can't make it much clearer than it is now, because reasons. Just keep it all on the backburner," he explained. A sudden interjection came as Sakura sensed the soul destruction of four humans... near Kazuhiko's location. She wondered aloud when he became capable of such things. "Since you," the male answered simply. Kazuhiko's connection to the Void was surprisingly strong, mostly due to the strength of his connection to Sakura. Regardless of the state of their relationship presently, he'd been drawn to the lass from the beginning. It seemed however, that the pair were still on their way to a true understanding of each other and their feelings on the matter ─ both spiritual and non. That was just another thing this man would provide no unnecessary details about. Instead, he kept the efforts leading toward his own desired outcome for this meeting. He hadn't truly asked a question, but there was a request ─ one Sakura would acknowledge while ever so casually abandoning her confused mount to crawl across the table. The details she gave were, surprisingly, within the realm of expectation for him. He didn't previously know how long she'd been that way... but with this being her first time meeting him, things were becoming quite interesting. "Wow~" he mused, genuinely surprised she managed such a clause. The short amount of time spent on Gaia was doing wonders for the young goddess. "Talking like that, you might actually get an ascension today... and I'm not even sure if that's safe." While he spoke, the man reached out to cup Sakura's chin. So close would their faces be as he stared her down, tension of a sexual nature building with increasing rapidity. "You might end up seeing through the shadows. That's a darkness the Void can't even fathom. Does that terrify you, little Butterfly?♥~" he asked, his lips gently brushing against Sakura's in those final moments. With that happening, there was already the slightest seepage of an unknown cosmic force into the girl's skin.

Regardless of what was found in this search, Miko wanted the Astraea figure Reiji originally spoke of. It was basically just collecting dust in his storage room, so he had no problem getting rid of it for a more than reasonable price. Per Miko's suggestion, he looked three rows down and clicked a figure of a different... more perverse variety. That one was a rather expensive model kept in short supply. Considering Kazuhiko's obsession with the character, it would surely be appreciated. "I remember when this one released. It was around the time Kimura-kun was going through qualifiers here. He was very upset over being too young and too poor to get one. It couldn't be helped," Reiji reminisced. Though that one was quite expensive, he added it to the order right away. Miko wondered if he had more to order, and further wondered if there was anything Seimei-related that could be addressed. Of course, she further fell to deviance with legs that shifted consciously against his growing erection, and words pointed toward a very specific purpose. Reiji neither confirmed nor denied any interest in further debauchery... at least verbally. Physically, his reactions spoke for themselves. "... There should be some new merchandise connected to the Abe series. If you want to search it, feel free. Here; I'll go back to the search bar," Reiji said while moving, albeit slightly shakily, up the page again.

[Apollymi]

Many things in the lives of Kazuhiko and his peers would be taking on different meanings as time went on. Regardless of that, there would be no real address of those dying boys. Kaguya understood their destruction on a spiritual level, but that was not important. No what was important was the greatness of the thing, she'd just experienced and was still experiencing and the influx of mana she found stirring up her soul and oddly enough reinforcing her form and spiritual abilities. "Damn right, keep 'em coming, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya agreed seemingly amused by the acknowledgement. "Oh, and me too♥ You're really great~" Kaguya added. Well, her mind was frying just a bit anyways, but that wouldn't stop her from agreeing to the next bout, no. Now more so than ever it would definitely be happening. "Yeah, when I recover and all... full round until I'm out again♥~" she agreed without hesitation. A couple minutes remained before the arrival of the 'cleanup' Kaguya had ordered. All the while that person was sitting in the passenger seat of a van in a pristine white dress which was sticking to all her overt curves. She was still staring at her phone confused by her orders but always willing to follow them. 'Why a card shop? He wouldn't need a different person to clean up...' she thought as she turned her head haughtily. Oh well, she'd do the job, or rather, the man in the passenger seat would.

Apparently, Sakura wasn't allowed to know any more than she currently knew. The more this man spoke, the more she could extrapolate this man was likely magical and with future knowledge. That sort of behavior was somewhat understandable. She had a father who purposefully didn't say as much as he could and who'd also simply make himself unavailable. 'Context says that means I should think about after the fact. Okay...' Sakura gave just a little nod of her own understanding. Of course, she could always question it a bit more in detail later, colloquialisms were always so odd to her. Beyond this apparently her own connection to Kazuhiko facilitated his ability to destroy others, "Hm, I suppose that makes sense. When I offered to help him rebuild himself I didn't focus on what he took... it could have been anything," Sakura thought those things were no longer floating in her head. No observations were being given, if only for this other man's apparent benefit. Perhaps she should think about that day a bit more and see if she could figure out exactly what kinds of things Kazuhiko had used from her form in his recreation? Whatever the case, she had at least figured out how to use her own speech to entice others and it seemed to work. All that tension was building up between her and this orange haired man, and she was getting positive feedback. "Oh? Do you have rules of your own?" she wondered almost quizzically. That would only feed into her ideations from earlier. As for what else he had to say, was she terrified by the idea of seeing into darkness greater than the Void? When he asked from such close proximity that she could almost feel his lips against hers, she couldn't help the gentle upturn of her own. "Butterfly? I like that... I usually don't get those so fast," she mused about the nickname. "I'm excited, I've seen the Void and the Nexus, why would darkness be anything but inviting? I'm intrigued, Onii-chan♥~" Sakura mused. Well, intrigued, and aroused might be confused for the young daughter of wisdom.

Meanwhile, Miko was busy picking out a special present for Kazuhiko while seeming to be working on a different sort of one for herself. It would seem that Reiji had something of a story to go along with the figure she'd chosen. Interesting. She'd known Kazuhiko as Charlemagne and knew his great love of card games, but she'd not heard of this particular thing. It warmed her heart quite a bit. "Kawaii♥~ That's a great story! I'm definitely getting it for him now. No missed opportunities~" she mused. With that on its way, regardless of its cost and her musings to Reiji not getting anything resembling a negative response. The hardness of his cock told her that she could probably have quite the good time with it. Her shorts were quite stretchy and easily moved to the side. And since he was clicking and looking at the screen, she'd be rising just a bit to begin searching for her own special items. Abe no Seimei would be what she typed into the search bar. And while she'd done that her own natural excitement had her rising just a bit and once the words were typed she simply moved her hand to help move her shorts and adjust for the touch of the tip of his cock against her dripping wet folds. "I hope you don't mind me settling in properly, Reiji-san♪~" Miko chirped fully intending to let, the natural gravity allow her to sink comfortably onto his manhood.

[Bloodedge]

It went without saying that another round or twenty would come about between Kaguya and Kazuhiko. He'd been assuming as much since the first few minutes back from that long Nexus trip. Still, the way Kaguya chose to confirm his assumption was leagues better than any conclusions Kazu reached himself. It seemed another date of some sort was in his future. Ah, but that was the future. Here and now, there was a job to finish and little time to finish it. He figured it would be best if she didn't need such ridiculous recovery time after just a sample, so he ensured there was more magic than physical effort involved. Her body obviously wasn't conditioned for strenuous labor, but he hardly knew someone more magically gifted without some special condition applied. So then, what would Kazuhiko's approach be as he continued pumping away? He'd be spewing almost constantly, every lunge coming with another surge of energy directly to Kaguya's womb. All the while, the four boys were no longer seizing. They seemed to have lost the ability to sometime after blood spewed from their eyes, noses and mouths. . .

Sakura hadn't bothered to figure out what Kazuhiko gained from their earliest interactions. It was such an interesting thing to note ─ especially since this man knew Kazu hadn't 'taken' anything. The more he thought about it, the more he figured Sakura's observations of compatibility had to be quite... limited for a great number of reasons. Perhaps neither of them could truly see how well they worked as a unit. That time would come very soon, if so. "That might not be the word. Maybe took is better replaced with... unlocked," the ginger presented. As for whether he had his own rules to follow, that wasn't a very easy thing to answer. "Do I look like the kind of guy who follows rules?" he asked cheekily, and that was all. Moving on from rules and the like, there was a name spoken ─ one Sakura claimed she enjoyed. She didn't actually receive this one with any quickness, but she didn't need to know those details right now. No, it was far more important to establish a connection, yet again and for the first time ever. Sakura was not terrified by darkness. She was excited, intrigued and... seemingly ready to welcome it. "Good to hear. The shadows have been waiting to welcome you for a long time anyway. You're obviously raring to see what they've got in store," he mused, knowing Sakura probably didn't even remember Hiruko being in the vicinity.

The story of a Kazuhiko unable to acquire a figure he wanted was indeed a cute little tale, Reiji agreed. He would have bought one for the lad as well, had they not been separated by multiple prefectures. That wouldn't be necessary though, as Miko apparently had more than enough money to blow on such things. He wasn't one to pry on the business of others, but it was curious that she could casually purchase more than he, the shop's owner, could acquire for himself. "These are some very pricey purchases. Your funds are none of my business, but do take... care..." Why did he hesitate at the end? Well, Miko's typing came with some choice movement. When she rose, Reiji's eyes fell. As such, he saw when her hand reached down to shift those shorts aside and place her gleaming slit against his tip. It didn't even feel natural to speak in opposition of her obvious plan. Did he mind? Well... "Well..." was all Reiji could say. If Miko was to descend, there would be no naysaying from Reiji. No, he was far too engrossed watching it all happen right in his lap.

[Apollymi]

Kaguya was being wrecked, in a manner a bit different from the norm. For whatever reason, Kazuhiko wasn't simply battering her into paste like others would have. No, he was feeing her energy and abusing magic instead. She could manage this as a form of interaction. He could spill himself constantly and she could process and put it to use naturally. Even as she was blinded by her own orgasm she felt only energized, instead of bogged down. "This really is great, Zuku-sama really is great at this♥~" she sighed as that already tight squeeze on his manhood reached a pinnacle to tightness and added slickness. Her body would eventually stop, a few moments after that and in the same moment she experienced a strange feeling. A bond of extra trust and faith, placed properly in someone else. She had a deep seated understanding that he wouldn't take advantage of her, she could feel it, from his heart to hers. 'Sou ka, fully back now I guess♥~' she mused to herself as she was sure she was just reading his heart directly from the outside through their deep exchange. It was without a doubt a nice warm place.

Meanwhile, Sakura was surprisingly out of the know, on several different topics. That was fine, as overall, she had several different ideas to work with, what was more, the orange haired man, she'd been referring to constantly as 'Onii-chan' seemed to be pretty forth coming with certain pieces of information. Another likeness she drew between him and others she knew, was dangling just enough information to leave her thinking about things, instead of just providing answers. Of course, she did have certain questions she'd prefer just be answered, but when considering her relationships and the like she could continue to figure them out on her own. "Unlocked implies he had at least the foundation of certain things already. Or perhaps potential is the better word there as well? I guess that makes sense, Oyaji did say all he needed was an open door... or something to that effect," Sakura concluded. She could take that information and do what she would with it. When asked if he looked like the kind of man who followed rules, Sakura had but one reply, "When it suits you..." that felt right. Maybe not a rule breaker but definitely a bender when it suited his needs, that is what the person sitting so close to her own face seemed like. "Of course I am, this is definitely one of the most interesting things, I've had dangled in front of me in my entire life!" Sakura seemed more excited, more animated than even her more excitable moments so far. So easy was it, to draw in her inquisitive mind and trap her into such moments, but she wasn't exactly in a normal amount of danger. Even without all the details, she realized that there was much to be gained from this connection and oddly enough fun to be had. She'd practically forgotten all other context when falling into this conversation and saw no problems with it.

The cute story of Kazuhiko's past, was one which would likely be treasured by Miko, boxed away with her other memories of him. It was fine for her to spend a bit of money on him, make sure he'd get something he'd wanted simply because she could give it to him. This was how she chose to address it. As for Reiji's advice. "Hai hai, that's very sound advice. Still, I wouldn't miss today's purchases even at full retail... I like being able to do stuff like this for people I enjoy the most. Spoiling my friends is one of my happiest moments~" she claimed. Her devotion was a strong thing, if someone had it, it was complete. Kazuhiko was one who had it, and she'd do anything for him, the same in general applied to her friend group and a few techncially future and former acquaintances. Moving on from that, another pause, if only because Miko had begun the act of lowering herself onto Reiji's hard cock. Once agian, there were no arguments, and if nothing else, she could see a bit of his reflection in that screen and knew he was watching her descent. 'Squee♪~ My ass really might be distracting. Good job me... I wonder if I can do more?' she thought absently. Well she might as well try right? "Hmmm~" she said amost teasingly as she lowered at a slow pace. She'd stop it, right around the entrance of her womb, before she began the gentle slow paced grinding motions which would leave her bottom swirling in his lap, and him rubbing periodically against her cervix. She felt no desire to rush him further and quite enjoyed the teasing sensation his the had of him not entering her... at least initially. She had a purely devious idea, but she wanted to work up to it...at a pivtol moment. In the mean time, she'd look at the Seimei figures at the start of the list and try and fail at deciding one she'd want for herself.

[Bloodedge]

Kaguya's movements and clench weren't losing any energy. Indeed, she was becoming more energize just as he'd hoped. There were too many reasons he wanted to avoid incapacitating the lass. The energy she brought along was great for a group setting, first and foremost; missing it would be a shame. Moreover, an absence would mean she'd miss the day's festivities. Last, but selfishly not least, working her over in such a way would mean Kazu had to wait even longer before the 'true' first round between them became available. The final moments of their first ever sexual encounter would end with Kazu lifting Kaguya's legs into a V-like shape. He leaned back while making that adjustment, letting Kaguya's weight be braced against his torso as his hips kept working. A more natural ejaculation came then, gushing out into Kaguya's womb as he slowly, slowly retreated from a mighty finishing thrust. Something felt... wrong, though. Kazu had no issues with anything that occurred between himself and Kaguya here, but he felt there was something very important missing. Either way... "That count as an interview? 'Cause you're hired," he heaved.

While Kazuhiko wrapped up that 'interview' with Kaguya, a discussion about him was taking place on that tour boat. A few specifics were to be thrown back and forth, with Sakura settling on the idea that Kazu had the foundation or potential for things attributed to the Void. "Too much experimentation, not enough homework. What do you know about the Hero of France? For that matter, what do you know about the history of Heroes in general?" he wondered, genuinely curious as to where those two were in the openness of their relationship. Eventually, they'd have to understand each other on a more personal level. Where Kazuhiko had been was an important thing for Sakura, and where Sakura was going would be an important thing for Kazuhiko. As for this man and any rules he did or didn't follow, Sakura believed he did so only when it suited him. Well, she wasn't wrong. "Birds of a feather, right?" he asked rhetorically, cheekily even. Their conversation kept going even with their faces so dangerously close to each other. At multiple points throughout, the male felt that brush of skin between lips. It seemed Sakura had missed the very first moment and the tingling sensation of the 'shadows' getting to know her, but he was sure that would come in time. Moreover, she was missing some key insight that he would soon be joking about. "Strong claim, Girlie. I haven't dangled anything in front of you... yet. But before I do..." In that moment, he was on the rise. No longer would he be leaned back in that chair. No, he'd instead push forward and up while loosing his belt. There was still no ridiculous bulge to speak of in those tight pants, but the confidence this man wore was astronomical. "I need to know something. Understanding check. Given what's going on in your life right now, what if I told you I'm going to become your everything before we're done here? What would you think? What would you say? You stopped playing, by the way; keep going♥~"

Akaba Reiji was soon well beyond any thoughts of making purchases. In fact, his thoughts weren't working properly at all. There was every reason for Reiji to argue against what Miko intended. He should have at least advised saving that sort of activity for later, perhaps with some contraception for responsibility's sake. Alas, he'd become transfixed. Surely he was already drenched at the tip, and it wasn't solely due to Miko's earlier lip service or the residue of his own expulsion. "Shouldn't we use..." Reiji found himself not even wanting to complete that clause. Condoms were such a restrictive thing after all, right? Surely he'd want this experience to be more natural. Besides... it would help things end quicker. Yes, that was totally sensible. Either way, Miko slowly made her way down his shaft, all the way to her own cervix. The descent was agonizing enough that tension coursed through Reiji's entire body, even causing him to curl inward and wrap both arms around her torso. As if things weren't bad enough, she was soon winding in his lap. His cock was being worked around like a gearshift and teased endlessly at the tip, and Reiji... couldn't form a single complaint. Well, there was something he could say at least. "This might be one of the most irrespons─ah─ble things I've ever... seen. And I've done nothing to stop it..." he mused, almost as if he were disappointed in himself... almost.

[Apollymi]

For all her general inability to keep up with the pure physicality of others, Kazuhiko was naturally making up for that difference with his own actions. It was a refreshing turn of events, even as she quite enjoyed being physically dominated and ground into paste. It was somewhat motivating to know that one day she might be able to withstand a bit more and actually keep up, not just by the will of the one fucking her, but maybe by her own. It was at least worth a conversation while, Kazuhiko changed the way he was entering her, switching her legs up into a V and coming to a more natural conclusion for himself. Kaguya for her part in this moaned gently, feeling the sensation of him against her back with all those muscles and understanding completely why her friend enjoyed this man physically as much as she did. "Oya? I'm a personal assistant now. That definitely counts as an interview, Zuko-sama♥~" she mused as if it was fun. "But you should know, I'll keep you on your toes... I'm already used to the wandering types♥~" she added while peeking up at him over her shoulder a devious glow to those red eyes of hers those diamonds still present as he began to pull out. "Oh, and a proper introduction, Shinomiya Kaguya...Zuko-sama's Personal Assistant♥~ Thanks for having me♥~" she gave an oddly formal introduction which seemed playful, flirty and amused beyond all reason. Oh well, a bit of guidance never hurt anyone and she could see herself easily offering such to him. Beyond that, it would seem they managed to mostly finish up as he was slowly pulling out of her, she sighed just a little. While this happened a van was turning the corner a few blocks up, coming down the street to eventually stop in front of the card shop.

Meanwhile, Sakura was learning the potential negatives to being such a free-range individual. Too much experimentation, not enough homework. "I am not sure what homework is exactly, but I've heard the young children complaining about it..." she said given her observations. As for his actual question, "I didn't know France had a Hero... the only thing I've heard about it so far, as that the queen is apparently mad and small children are going missing. Also, I know what a Hero is hypothetically but I heard they stopped existing ages ago..." Sakura said but that was what she heard from merchants and passing traders. Those words didn't necessarily have a hard meaning for her. But she'd make the assumption that something about the idea of the Hero of France, was relevant to her true understanding. Whatever the case, it was implied that her ideations about him following rules he wanted to was correct, did she do the same though... "I suppose," she mentioned not giving it much more thought than that. Still, he'd not dangled anything in front of her yet, according to his own words, a smirk came to Sakura's lips as that was fairly true. At the end of that part, he was sitting up a bit more firmly hands on his belt looking it and Sakura was looking now, down between them, as if she didn't want to miss an epic unveiling. As for his question, what if he would become everything? "Hm, everything is a lot, but if you can become everything for me... then that is a lot of growth I can find in a single entity. Kaa-sama has one of her five who is everything and he was number five. I can see the benefit more than risks, it might change the ordering but the decisions otherwise are still my own. Besides if I can get to it in three I'm making great progress! I can't say no to that!~" she explained of herself and her sheer excitement to get there. As for her lack of play, she took note and her hands began properly moving her chest again as her own excitement seemed to return to her core, wetting, tightening and squeezing.

Meanwhile, Reiji and Miko were on their way to a proper joining. Miko for her part in this seemed exceedingly pleased as she began to work, and more so when naysaying was quelled before it even properly started. "Sugoi♪~ I didn't know I could do that♪~" she sang lightly. It was rather exciting to learn of her ability to act this way even with a man who was reasonably more responsible than most. Her continued slow movements and teasing of the head of Reiji's cock against her cervix after an agonizing descent was a smooth ride for her. Fun and easy given their positioning. A grin spread across her face as she continued those little movements never making it so that he even nudged her entrance properly, even though she fully intended to experience that as well. No, first she wanted to work herself and him up to the peak of pleasure. As for his statement, interrupted by a moan, she could only look back at him. "You say irresponsible♫~ But it sounds like you're having fun♪~" Miko said teasingly. She would never do anything but have fun, when she could. "There's no legitimate reason to stop yourself from having fun, if you aren't hurting anyone~" this was how Miko lived her life and she'd encourage others to do the same, especially people she wanted to have fun with herself. And as she thought this her body only became a bit wetter, those movements smoothing and her core tensing as she began moving towards orgasm.

[Bloodedge]

At seventeen years of age and well over 2,000 simultaneously, Kimura Kazuhiko acquired himself a... personal assistant. The amount of accuracy of that title felt fluctuating to an extent, but he expected as much by now. Apparently, Kaguya would be keeping to the more normal definition of personal assistant as well, yet there were some underlying hints of deviance initially brought on by the 'interview' method. Already well past the destruction of four humans, Kazu fully delved into his usual fun-loving antics during separation. "Are you gonna stay on your toes too? That sounds kinda hot. This counts as the sexy secretary thing too, right?" he wondered, having a look at eyes he'd never seen before... even though that look also seemed so very familiar. "Huh, that's..." He paused then and there. Fully removed from Kaguya and working on lowering her, Kazu totally lost his marbles. He knew what was missing. How could he have been so stupid? "Merde! I didn't take pictures! No no no no! This was the first one! I can't get that back!" he griped explosively.

Sakura didn't know about homework yet. He supposed their group hadn't started attending school yet. "Still no school huh? You're gonna love it. Maybe I will too; I kinda like the idea of hanging around here for a bit," he mused almost absently. Regardless, Sakura also shared her knowledge of Heroes, limited though it was. He had only one thing to nitpick about that. "A Hero could never stop existing. The form can change, but as long as the legend, the idea, never goes away... a Hero will always step up to the plate. When you get a chance, you should get those stories. You can find out about Heroes from... well, you either know or will know who's got the lore on that," he rambled. Moving on to the steamier part of their exchange, he watched Sakura as her eyes became glued to a prize not yet unveiled. She shared her beliefs about having someone like him become her 'everything' in the moment, and eventually began teasing her own breasts again. It was interesting to hear what she thought of his warning, offer, or whatever it truly was. "Oh? So you're fine with the idea of me becoming the most important thing you've got? I thought your hierarchy was established already. Number one, number two..." he chattered. Before Sakura had a chance to respond, the man became cheekier still. It was with great purpose that he timed the eventual release of his member, simultaneously unleashing a thick, yet invisible aura that went beyond perception itself. Hiruko, already silent, would become incapable of speech or any sort of activity really, as there was nothing but darkness registering to all of his senses. For Sakura, at this point... there would probably just be her and the ginger in front of her, brandishing an incomprehensible, mesmerizing tool that seemed many times greater than its physical structure could hold. "You're right though. You can't say no. I'm number one; got me?"

Speaking of mesmerizing things, Reiji wasn't sure what would do him in first. It would either be the hypnotic visuals of Miko winding in his lap, or the culmination of sensory overload he got from her cervix rubbing against his glans so soon after ejaculation. True to her words though, he did find this quite... fun. It had been a very long time since he walked the line of danger with anything resembling public tomfoolery. Now that he was back at it, he was becoming more immersed by the moment. Reiji even went so far as to bury his face in Miko's neck from behind, inhaling something he shouldn't have even smelled. Was there some sort of persimmon shampoo? Well, it didn't matter. His lips were puckering to peck just between Miko's neck and shoulder as his own hips took a winding motion of their own, synchronizing with hers. "That is a respectable outlook... but I think the elder is supposed to be the one saying things like that~" he said, nearly laughing at the thought. "But yes... this is fun, and I suppose it isn't doing any harm. Let's not make a habit of this kind of thing, though, alright?"

[Apollymi]

A playful introduction had Kaguya presently taking on a role in life, she'd only seen filled by someone for her. How interesting it was to come full circle and place herself into a similar role for someone else. Was she going to stay on her toes as well? Yes of course, both of them seemed to easily move on from the issue of the humans and instead Kaguya would be lowered even though her legs were a little jelly. "Oya? That interest you? I got a black pencil skirt and a few white blouses and a whole lot of lingerie to slip into... hmm, might have to bug Mi-chan get her to spill the beans on those stilettoes she seems to like now~" Kaguya said in a teasing manner. Of course, she fully intended to just put the image into his head. With her feet now firmly on the floor Kaguya readjusted her skirt and thong only to turn around and help Kazuhiko with his situation. HIs explosive attitude brought a smile to her face as she shook her head. "Ara? Swearing in French, huh? That's interesting to hear with that face on... don't worry, make the next set extra. I'll even send you a few I'm planning for later♥~" she encouraged as she often did another to make good on the next go round, instead of harping on the lost. "Alright get to it, we shouldn't take too long here..." that well dressed and stacked woman mentioned as she opened the door of that van and waited to be helped out of it. The man who was driving would have known the intentions here and pulled out his equipment from the back then came to help her out of the vehicle as she generally demanded.

While one event seemed to be winding down another seemed to be picking up. Sakura still hadn't been to school and didn't know about things like homework, but this man seemed to know quite a bit... and claimed he might be inclined to see it some more. "Sou ka, you'll be available then? That sounds like fun~" Sakura wouldn't be stopping herself from learning some more. What was more she was told more information about how Heroes worked. "Sou ka, I'll keep that in mind..." she mentioned. Ah, but he also wanted to talk about the moment. Her eyes were glued to his pants but the fact that he knew of and understood her hierarchy was one thing. "It is established currently, but there is always room for evolution and flexibility. If it stayed the same all the time, nothing would grow... and that isn't good for anyone," Sakura claimed given her own ideations. Soon after a reveal happened. Bathed in darkness a tool was revealed which defied even Sakura's magical understanding. It was mesmerizing and impressive. She found herself incapable of paying attention to anything else. Hiruko? Was here here? That name didn't even register as someone who currently required her attention. She couldn't say no, he was number one... "Understood." That was an odd way for her to respond, but single words were about all she could manage. while moving her breasts around for his viewing and looking at a cock which had her licking her lips while her brows furrowed in pure curiosity. Such a thing literally didn't make sense to her. Oh well, she supposed she'd be finding out eventually how it all worked, or if it could even fit. Perhaps there had been no exaggeration earlier about splitting her in half.

Meanwhile, Miko was doing her best to be a distraction to Reiji and apparently succeeding. She knew this by the fact that Reiji seemed to be considering her words and falling into her actions. She'd already found that he wasn't resisting but now he was adding. The movements of his hips, and him being latched onto her body were one thing. And then, she received a peck of lips to the flesh of her exposed neck to shoulder area. He thought the elder of them was supposed to be giving respectable advice, as Miko kept moving her hips around she couldn't help but chuckle, "Was that mature advice from me? I wonder if I sound wizened now, box it..." she murmured. Putting that thought away. She was definitely technically older than this man, but she currently had no reason to reveal it now. "I can respect that advice, I won't make a habit of purposefully interrupting your work day, Reiji-san♪~" Miko offered, even as she quite enjoyed the sensation of his breath near her neck and knew he had inhaled her which left her wondering how his senses worked now. 'I wonder if he's awake? This dick says he should be...' Miko thought. Now in another box, would be thoughts about Reiji's magical awakening. Perhaps pulling in a few more mature adults would be good for the group? Logical sense was often missing from the more free-spirited. No matter what his movements in addition to her own would be contributing to those nudges against her body. He was very good at matching her pace and she would continue to enjoy it quite a bit.

[Bloodedge]

Much to his surprise, though perhaps it shouldn't have been, Kaguya had much of the equipment necessary to take on the 'sexy secretary' role. If that were truly the case, he absolutely, positively had to bear witness. "Wait, are you serious? That's the most awesome thing I've ever heard you say," he proclaimed without hesitation. Shortly afterwards however, Kazu was having quite a fit. He hated the idea of being without memorabilia after an important first experience, and a long series of raunchy photographs had become his preferred form of memento for sexual endeavors. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He'd have to settle for the next round... though Kaguya didn't make it seem like it would be much of a 'settle' at all. He'd be getting something in the interim apparently, but for now, all Kazu could do was reluctantly pull his pants back into place. "This is the worst mistake ever. I mean... I'll take the make-up, but it still sucks to miss the first one. Actually, I even kind of liked what was happening with those douchebags the whole time. You can't just replicate that kind of thing at random," he said.

In the meantime, that van outside was being watched by none other than Soma. He'd been waiting around outside of the shop for the cleanup person's arrival. When the pair emerged, he first saw a rather large and conventionally intimidating male. That man looked the part most people would surely expect for this job, but the girl in his company was too prim and proper-looking to be his assistant. Soma stepped between the pair and the shop's entrance, initially staring down the male. That man didn't have the brains for this sort of operation. Soma's gaze shifted toward the woman instead. Even as he stared her down, he shared words with the lummox. "There's an extra around the corner. Take care of that one first," he ordered.

Sakura had an interesting response to the orange-haired man's musings. She found the idea of him visiting whatever school they attended... fun, even with no point of reference for school or the man himself. Her instincts were serving her well, he thought. Either way, that sort of response would ensure he made himself available. "I was thinking about it. But if that's what you want, I'd be willing to stick around. Ask and you shall receive; that's the one rule for you♥~" he offered. Sakura's hierarchy of mates was indeed established by now, but she had no issues with altering the list. There were points in her favor and points against, but she'd know the latter in her own time. At least she understood the truth that needed to be taken from this exchange: he was number one. More importantly, she was doing everything necessary to show where her mind was, including a verbal agreement. "We're in business then. Don't waste energy licking your lips though ─ not unless you're licking something off them. Follow my point from earlier. If there's something you want to do... do it. Don't ask. Don't wait to be asked. Don't wait for permission. Maybe that's not going to work anywhere and everywhere, but just ask yourself... who's going to stop you?"

[Apollymi]

Sexy Secretary was apparently, something that Kaguya was indeed ready for. Well, that made sense, if she was going to pull a runner she had to be prepared to do the work which would leave her with enough income to go on about her life. Too bad that didn't matter, no... she was too busy enjoying the honesty and earnestness of Kazuhiko. "Ara? Well I might have just been floating an idea or two, but if you're that excited about it... I'm as serious about it as you are, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya uttered without hesitation. Playing dress up was rather amusing when the person on the receiving end was deserving of the show. What was more, it gave her a chance to show off, which was something she'd always taken when it presented itself. No matter, now that Kazuhiko was pulling up his pants and getting back in order, his outrage at his missed pictures was processing in Kaguya's mind. HIs words, hinted at darkness, but didn't follow it all the way through to the next part. Well, her job was to assist and upon hearing that he enjoyed sticking it to the douchebags she had a wonderful idea. "Oya? Don't say that... if you like sticking it to a cuck, imagine the fun of sticking it to a cuck who thinks he's the NTR antagonist~" Kaguya floated the idea by him. "I'm cool with the idea of seducing a guy just to make sure he understands how terrible he is. And there is still the guy who gave Saku-chan's nudes to base-level trash," Kaguya mentioned in a haphazard way. "I am still feel like sticking it to him, because he managed to be such a shitty person for her to meet so early in her girl journey, and even if she's already cucked him herself... this could be planned and out and super sweet♥~" Kaguya added. "And you could get all of your pictures and that special feeling. The idea is giving me tingles♥~" Kaguya mentioned, as she leaned up to peck Kazuhiko's cheek with her lips, that bit of her subspace completely subsiding, as she made her way back to the table. She'd sit back in her seat amused by the thought.

While they rejoined the table and discussed a master plan of a different sort, the petite but buxom green haired woman was lifted out of her seat and sat on the ground. Special care was taken that nothing touched her person. That bin that had been pulled out the back, had on its sides several cleaning materials and chemicals to reduce the smells of decomposition and get rid of DNA evidence among other things. Still... before they could even enter the shop a rather pretty looking male stood before them. After a few seconds of extended eye contact, the big man only grunted and went around the corner with his barrel. Pictures were taken, which immediately went to the phone in the pretty woman's hands. A person literally beat to death was against that spot. Interesting. She looked up from her phone at this man in front of her and smiled. "First time? she asked rhetorically. It wasn't a question, not really. "That's pretty violent for a face that pretty. Though, that face is probably why he needed to be escorted outside huh? Still pretty clean though, omedetougouzaimasu♥~" she stated seemingly amused. Oh well, this kind of problem wasn't a real one. If only one made it outside, this kind of violence was either because of a lack of weaponry or it was because of a slight offered by the body in question. One body into a perfectly sealed container. Several chemicals were mixed and then sprayed away, so tht all evidence of any extreme human fluids disappeared down the nearby drain. That one's device, and personal effects were collected in a separate bag and hung from the side of the bin. before that man in all white still looking rather clean began moving back towards the door.

Meanwhile, Sakura was learning her personal rules for dealing with this man. She assumed they were for her specifically. A specimen like this definitely didn't get this why by tying himself to a single individual. Apparently, if she wanted him to stay for a while, or show up whenever 'school' became a thing, she should ask him for it. "Well, if you're planning to become someone's everything... it's only fair if you at least appear to maintain the connection. I want you to... so please make another appearance for fun school stuff~" she added earnestly. Moving on from that point, it was stated that she should do what she wanted without restraint and the idea of a single question was posed. Who was going to stop her? Well not many could even pretend to have the power to make her stop doing what she wanted to do, this was a fact of her own existence. But she would at least make considerations for certain people if they asked such a thing of her. "Sou ka, I'd not considered it from that perspective. Arigatou Onii-chan..." she stated earnestly. And since she would be doing what she wanted, her mouth came forward and first a kiss was placed on the head of his cock. Then a tongue was lashed out against it... before she began the act of accepting him into her mouth without further question. All the while she peeked up at his face seeming to study him to an extreme. And since she was already over his lap, she moved the chest she'd been playing with into it as well... it would give her a more thorough understanding of the density his body seemed to have.

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Kaguya's level of seriousness would match whatever Kazuhiko's was. Hearing that, his reaction was blurted out posthaste. "I am mana overload, heart attack levels of serious right now," he declared. Kazu's face at the moment was as serious as his claim. That expression remained, only gaining interest as Kaguya argued a point toward his earlier observation. She had an odd interest in the act of cucking the wretched, and Kazu couldn't even disagree the longer she spoke about the topic. The four he ensured the death of were undeserving of what they'd seen. Worse still, that man in the images was unworthy of looking in Sakura's direction. The only part of the plan Kazu didn't outright agree with was the self-sacrifice of Kaguya. "I also want to give that guy what he deserves. I don't like the idea of you putting yourself in his sights to get it done though. Got any other ideas?" he wondered. Whether Kaguya had any or not, they were soon exiting the subspace and returning to the table. Kazu ensured he was sitting beside Kaguya to keep the conversation between them going ─ at least until it was over.

All the while, Soma was staring down a green-haired woman who was far too well-off for cleanup duty. That ignorant behemoth in her company had to serve the singular purpose of doing all the heavy lifting, so to speak. A bit of conversation would occur between them as the large one followed Soma's directive, all starting with her acknowledgment of Soma's first kill. Calm as ever, he smiled in her face and answered, even if there was clear rhetoric to her question. "Collateral damage, unrelated to what they called you for," he said without acknowledging the reason that boy was dragged outside. "You've got a pretty face yourself. That's why you've got a meathead to do all the cleaning?" he wondered aloud. Soma's gaze shifted slightly as the alleged meathead returned, aiming himself at the shop door. "Stop moving," he demanded. He wouldn't be letting that man get any closer just yet; he had to check the one calling the shots here. "You're the more skilled one here. Why do you bother getting some idiot to do everything for you? I can tell it would be easier to do everything yourself."

Sakura did want her current companion to make visits to the school. In expressing that, she presented the logic that maintaining their connection would be imperative. That wouldn't be his reason at all. "I don't deal with bonds that weak. Once you're mine, you're mine forever. You'll feel me in your soul no matter how far apart we are... but you'll still want it. When I make the appearance, I'll do it because you want me to... or because I want to, but that one works a little differently," he explained briefly. Just as he'd advised Sakura, this man also followed the mentality of doing as he pleased, knowing the rules were his to make. Sakura was always such an enjoyable individual. When given such knowledge and freedoms, she didn't have unnecessary questions or concerns. She worked through her own process, followed logic she deemed reasonable, and took action... such as when she leaned forward to kiss his cock without much additional thought. The process of fellating him began properly after only a short buildup. When it did, Sakura would be taking on a new experience. Beneath the flesh being taken into her mouth was a mana density beyond the realm of magic, beyond mystery, beyond possibility even. What Sakura put between her lips and breasts could easily be seen as the equivalent of infinite possibilities and limitless energy. He wouldn't be holding as much back with her, considering her special constitution. As such, Sakura's mouth would be plugged with the physical incarnation of infinity that could be felt even when not understood. When she looked up to study the man's face, she'd only find him grinning down at her. "So, how's it taste?" he asked as if genuinely curious.

[Apollymi]

Kaguya and Kazuhiko were both, calming down but not separating truly. It would seem that Kazuhiko was quite serious about the sexy secretary look that Kaguya could present. "Hai hai, I'll make it happen for you then... I can't have a mana overload, heart attack on my hands~" Kaguya flirted shamelessly. Now that they were back at the table, she found herself leaning forward on an elbow seemingly amused as they spoke. All the while, Kei was sitting slightly outwards on the other side, staring daggers of intensity at Kaguya. All the while, she remained smiling like nothing was amiss. Still, there was something else, Kaguya's plan was reasonably solid as it was, but Kazuhiko expressed a distaste at the idea of her, using herself as bait. Kaguya blinked, twice. That was odd... she didn't expect that to be the hiccup of her planning phase. What was more, with her powers more actively fed right now, she could feel the sincerity of it. "Sou ka... that's what that feels like," she uttered one hand moving to her chest as if she could rub away that sensation. "You are so legitimately nice I am sure a whole host of women are crying themselves to sleep at night over you~" she commented teasingly. "I said I'd seduce him... he already has his sights on me, I could tell that by the look he gave when he saw me in the doorway when he picked up Saku-chan. That type of man would be really easy to bait, especially if it looked like he swing me away from you at the time..." Kaguya mentioned with a bit too much seriousness. "If not a true bait situation then carrot and stick? Get him to think a sweet little meeting has been set up and then...surprise him with the cucking..." Kaguya offered. "If you are worried about me, you don't necessarily have to be. I'm only recently growing into having reasonable standards. Technically speaking aside from his obviously shitty attitude a guy like that would be considered a bit better than average by most..." Kaguya mentioned almost casually. Everyone had a story and hers was a specific kind of tragic aside from a few points of brilliant light.

Meanwhile, outside Soma was busy testing the waters with an unknown woman. She seemed to be quite a bit of an oddity, but that man she was with was definitely just a meathead. One she'd picked up to be her 'assistant' for the day. "Collateral, hm? That is quite the beating for collateral~" she said as if unamused. "You think I'm pretty? That's so sweet, and heavy lifting and not talking... that's what he's for~" she had no issues answering questions but she could already knew there was a line of bodies which needed cleaning up. Still, as they turned to go, it would seem that this one wasn't content, another demand was made, and it stopped that oaf in his place. Hm, that was a bit annoying they had a fixed time limit here. "You're stopping me to talk shop? In the middle of a job? That's crazy~" she said those eyes of hers seeming to narrow. Luckily this one was quite thorough and strong so even with a small amount of time wasted the job could still be done quickly. "In a world like this, some people are handlers and some people get handled... simple enough right? I have him doing things for me, for the same reason any one does... because it's convenient. And you're right, I am more skilled but not all things are about skill are they? I've been, doing my own work, but making someone else do the menial work is more effective for the details," she explained as if she was talking to a new killer, and perhaps she was. Perhaps this was truly a matter of curiosity for him. "Besides all of that, I am wearing a very expensive dress that I was put in this morning, with several jobs I am supposed to complete while wearing it. As one who doesn't want to get on the bad side of my employer... an extra set of hands, preferrably ones that won't talk enough to make my fingers itch is necessity," she mentioned. At the same time, her unoccupied hand seemed to perform a strange set of motions like she was used to holding something thin and sharp and moving them around those fingers. "Now, if there are no more questions your friends left a mess, which needs to be cleaned up before it becomes an incident..." she mentioned knowing that the person who had texted her this job said it was done for a specific other individual. Those weren't ever to be messed with when it could be avoided.

According to the orange haired man, he didn't do weak bonds. Once they were bonded said bond would remain and he'd appear as he wished, or she wished with some variables. That was interesting, she had a parent who effectively worked in a similar way. "Noted." she said easily. There was not much more to say after that. She'd decided a course of action and she began to undertake it posthaste. Still... there was something odd about this man's cock. It was so much more than it appeared to be, it wasn't even just magic, it was something she'd never experienced. Something she didn't have a sense for, but that she knew existed by encountering it. Her mouth still open and prodding she was simply trying to figure out what it was about it that she couldn't sense. When asked what it tasted like she had to give it a bit of consideration... "I tastes like cinnamon, but like if it wasn't cinnamon. I don't have a clearer explanation. The whole thing is so strange, but I'm so into touching it and having it touch me..." she explained her own observations while her mouth continued to move. Little kisses and tongue flicks and gentle prodding with all aspects of her mouth. It was as if she was experimenting with it the entire time, figuring out its composition but also trying to make sure she never lost contact with it either. His grin was interesting. She figured most would have found such a thing unnerving but she liked looking at him. This was such an interesting experience, she'd not be doing anything but this for quite a while yet.

[Bloodedge]

In spite of his missing photos, Kazuhiko had something to be very excited about. He could all but envision Kaguya in some sort of secretary getup. If he were walking around as Charlemagne, he could probably even get an office with a desk ─ some things that would really pull the bit together and really sell the moment. What he couldn't be excited about, however, was the idea of Kaguya also being in range of Sakura's recent predator. Her reaction to this knowledge didn't much register to Kazu, but she made things a bit clearer by speaking of his niceness. "Don't put that thought in my head," he insisted. The number of crying girls and women around Kazu in his life on Alaya was far greater than it should have been, he believed. Moving on, Kaguya was set in her plan. Kakihara Shota already had a desire for her based on an earlier moment, likely when Sakura left the house they were staying in. A few more words from the lass confirmed that suspicion as well. That person was becoming more of a thorn in Kazu's side by the moment; he could easily be eliminated like the others. If they were Saxons, he'd likely be a chieftain. "If you're absolutely, positively sure that's something you want to do... I can't stop you. I still don't think you should do it just because you've done worse, though. You deserve something awesome, not just above average!" he insisted.

Kazuhiko didn't seem completely opposed to Kaguya's suggestion, so long as she was certain of her own desires. With that winding down, Soma was coming to realize how short his exchange with the woman in white would be. Her response to being called pretty was a short, simple acknowledgment that didn't seem to contain much weight. Soma found that particularly interesting. "Don't waste time with formalities. That wasn't sweet, and you're not flattered enough to warrant that response," he stated blandly. As for the halting of progress, Soma shifted his gaze toward the hulking ignoramus once more. He wasn't doing anything in the middle of a job. "I'm not on the job. You are. It isn't like you need to step inside anyway," he said. This was an opportunity Soma didn't intend to let slip through his fingers. Whoever sent this woman had the ability to mobilize her instantly without receiving any unnecessary questioning. That was the sort of pull he needed, and she... was the sort of person he needed to have that pull over. It was such a waste of talent for her to leave the work to others; he could tell as much at a glance. An expensive dress wasn't enough of an excuse. Surely she had all the skill necessary to complete the task more efficiently than her lapdog, without sullying anything. Ah, but then there it was ─ a little tick that showed Soma the type of person this was. She had the skill, she had the experience, she even had the natural ability. What she didn't have... was the mental stability. So then, this employer of hers placed a limiter on her psychotic tendencies. What sort of person could that employer be? Soma was excited, nearly even aroused by the thought. "Sou ka..." Soma said calmly. He was figuring it all out, but the woman's patience was quickly thinning. It would probably be in his best interest to cut the interaction there, but... he had to push for just one more thing. "Do what you came to do, but I do have one more question. This employer of yours ─ how do I meet him?" he asked specifically.

Finally reaching a calmer state in their meeting, the ginger and Sakura were officially locked into the first moments of foreplay. He wondered what she thought of the taste, and what she came up with was... cinnamon, but not really. Interesting. She had the sense to know it was something beyond, and the sense to be so very bonded with the tool as well. "Not bad; you're pretty good actually. Soul needs work, but the brain is on the right track. Body's got a few upgrades to get too," he muttered. The male had already reached out to plant his left hand atop Sakura's head, bending his elbow to avoid cutting off his own line of sight to her face. Based on her actions of choice and her current location, he figured out where she was in terms of deviant progression. The exact order was something he didn't know presently, but that wasn't too important. "You're already a pet, huh? That's interesting timing. I'm not sure what to make of you right now ─ not yet anyway. Always gotta be careful with the order of things. Lot of potential though. . ."

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko apparently took issue with the image of women crying themselves to sleep over him. Kaguya however saw it as the absolute minimum response to encountering such goodness in a singular individual. Some people were lucky. She included herself in that number of people introduced to goodness after knowing only average and mediocre. Another such lucky individual was huffing and making cross body eye contact with Kaguya. Kei didn't know how exactly they'd gotten so close, but she had an entire plan and now the plan was going to hell and she had to wait for the perfect execution. "Oya? So there's truth to it," Kaguya said shaking her head only slightly as she cut her eyes at Kei only to continue speaking while the other girl's face immediately got red. "It won't stop happening if you ignore it. You're so nice I doubt you even understand the truth of tears like that. You make a tactical retreat in both body and mind, right?" Kaguya questioned rhetorically. Of course, she understood boys and men weren't raised to be as emotional as women, they often didn't know how to handle tears when they spewed from an individual and someone like Kazuhiko would probably have to be told with force that someone was interested in him for it to be obvious. Moving on from that point there was the matter of her plan. Apparently he wouldn't stop her but he claimed that she should have something awesome not just something above average. She deserved it, according to him. Once again, she was rubbing her chest, the sincerity might be deadly to her or something... "Oya? You think so... how about I do it as a favor then? And you cover giving me something awesome afterwards... it's all fair then, right Zuko-sama♥~" she said with a wide grin on her face. Of course, this thought was accompanied by something else, 'Mi-chan has to be a saint. There is no way I wouldn't have raped this guy at some point in a three hundred year time span,' Kaguya thought to herself. 'No wonder she couldn't give him up....'

Meanwhile that green haired woman was being confronted with several oddities. Her head leaned to the side, as it was pointed out that she wasn't flattered and that she didn't need to bother with formalities. That gentle twitching in her hand continued as she stared directly at Soma. "But I do, this job has some special requirements..." she stated honestly about why going inside the building was technically needed for her. She was technically the second line look at the group which had caught the attention of a well known individual and as such the one who owned him. This was at least partially the reason that she'd even entertained more than passing commentary. Whatever the case she could see this lad thinking, processing playing over information in his head. He was so much better than many lower level assassins and way better than any intended targets. He'd do fine in this world, if that was what he wished for. Beyond that however, he was apparently fine with her carrying on with her work. "Not from around here... not the kind of person you arrange a meeting with. The kind of person who decides they want to meet you..." she added. Only to push open the door and gesture to teh lummox she'd brought along for exactly this purpose, they were heading inside for 'clean-up'. Upon stepping inside she witnessed a very strange thing. A line of bodies against the far wall, bleeding from the eyes nose mouth and ears. Beaten up but not too seriously. And a bunch of tweens none looking as old as herself, sitting at a table casually talking. "Ehe." she giggled, just that little one. A small crack appearing in her visage, just for a split second. And it was enough to draw a visible look from a small child positioned in the lap of a similar looking pink haired girl. A moment of eye contact ensued. 'What the hell is this? I haven't seen anyone look this calm with dead bodies in the room, since we finished our training!' she thought, which only made the little girl gasp. 'Crazy lady is so scary. Dangerous.' she thought immediately, while looking with big eyes.

At the same time, Sakura was having her senses appraised as she found herself felating someone whose name she didn't even know. Oh well, it seemed that she was fine, her soul a bit behind, her body could use upgrades but her mind was placed as good to go. "That makes sense... I blocked my soul from interfering with the other two. I was experimenting with being human," she explained of he situation regarding her soul. In the meantime, she was given a hand to the head as she began the work of swallowing down his cock. Her tongue played along his shaft only to retreat a bit more, her breasts moving against him as she found fun in learning more and more about this particular man. "Hm, I was made a pet last night. It was fun. is there more to it than that... I'm always interested in new things~" she claimed. Whatever order he had to be careful of, she knew not, but it would seem that there was some importance placed on how he acted. She couldn't figure out what determined the importance he spoke of, but was sure it'd be explained eventually. Until then, she'd continue to busy herself with his cock eventuallly finding itself in her throat, and for the first time ever, that snug fit was actually, snugger than she would have assumed. It felt a bit like she was choking even if she shouldn't be. Or rather like she was being smothered from within... how strange. It made her pull back, as if she'd taken on more than she thought initially.

[Bloodedge]

"It's a long story," Kazu said about the truth of Kaguya's claim. He leaned back in his chair, eyes cutting upwards in contemplation as his arms crossed. He knew crying women was a thing that wouldn't stop happening with his existing methods in place. On the other hand, he knew he was never good at making it stop, or even understanding the reaction when a cause wasn't immediately obvious. "Pretty much, yeah. Better than making it worse like I do otherwise," he said, leaving it at that. Kazu usually accepted that the tears were somehow his fault in a moment, and the only functional method he reached in a moment was removing the problem and leaving someone more capable in place to take care of it. Moving on once again, Kaguya offered to seduce Kakihara Shota as a favor ─ something she thought Kazuhiko could repay her for. Based on general feedback, Kazu believed he could indeed make up the difference for that sort of encounter. "Hmm. I think I could do enough to erase any influence someone else has on a person without endangering the planet? If you think that's a fair deal, I'll take it. You'll have to hold me to the highest possible standard when the time comes though!" he insisted.

This killer's job had special requirements, allegedly. Soma found it interesting that she argued that point, but his comment about her demeanor only made her twitchier than before. How much prodding would it take if he wanted to make this one flip? Soma could only wonder, and further wonder if it would be worthwhile to witness. He wasn't the only one watching and learning, though; it seemed she was assessing him as well. This would really have to be short. That didn't matter though, as the most important question had now been asked. From her answer, Soma gained so many key pieces of information. She noted him not being from this area, implying an importance to her boss that would be considered common knowledge to most. They weren't easy to meet; he figured there were some deeper implications of that person's public identity when combining that with the previous note. They decided when they were to be met... How specific that answer was. Acknowledgement of a more patriarchal approach was commonplace. Either this woman thought ahead enough to throw him off, or she responded to a specified gender with genderless pronouns to subconsciously avoid directly correcting him, thus revealing more. When she walked past Soma to enter the shop, he remained outside with a growing grin. There was much to think about for the black-haired lad.

Tohsaka Sakura was someone who was performing some kind of experiment more often than not. Here, so early in her life, she was just learning and understanding humanity... by ceasing her soul's interactions with her mind and body. That alone was quite the feat to accomplish. "So you learned the difference between Mana Transfer and fucking? That's good; you're gonna need that. You're also gonna need something else," he claimed as Sakura's tongue lavished his shaft. He couldn't feel her throat just yet, but the reason for that would soon be made clear. She was made a pet on the previous night, proving Hiruko's readiness as a spiritual entity. He figured she'd already experienced the Heart state, and possibly the Spade as well. Clover was always the most elusive, but there was one more state achievable beyond all others. "There's always more to everything. For example..." He chose not to finish that clause just yet, as he figured Sakura's tactics were about to evolve. Then and there, entrance to her throat caused a reaction she likely hadn't experienced yet: choking and retreating. Well, there was certainly a moment of choking, but that was the reason a retreat wouldn't be allowed ─ the same reason his hand had been placed on her head. He limited her retreat while continuing that abandoned clause. "There's more to this too. I'll show you~" There was the slightest hint of playful menace to the man's tone as he pushed down on Sakura's head. If choking was an issue worth natural retreat for her, he figured the optimal approach was to... kindly have her deal with it anyway by seeing how she took him to the throat by force.

[Apollymi]

A long story, was what Kazuhiko called his history with crying women. He contemplated it, with his eyes up in the air and arms crossed over his chest. She also had confirmed his general demeanor about it. He assumed he made the tears happen and thus retreated to avoid causing more conflict. "Oya? I didn't expect you to be so oblivious... must be directly connected to being nice. Or what else was it called?~" she said almost playfully. "Right, it was not making assumptions~" Kaguya said using language she'd also heard as an excuse for ignoring the emotional depth directly in front of people. "Meanwhile, I'll call it emotional blindness. You know tears aren't just because people are unhappy. Lots of things cause tears, especially in women. You've got daughters now, no more resting on your laurels or running away♥~" she gave that little nugget of information for him to ponder and said nothing more about it. No... she was too busy forcing a minor deal to both cuck Kakihara and get herself some more of Kazuhiko in the process. "Hm? That does sound promising. I like the idea of erasing someone's influence you should definitely do it. And not just to me... it'll make you feel better," Kaguya mentioned without hesitation. "Of course, I'll hold you to the highest standard possible, it's a part of my new job after all, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya offered.

Ah, but that wasn't all. The crazy woman outside was finally making her way inside. Watching these teens seeming to do nothing but chat and play games. Four dead bodies in the room? Didn't matter. This was more unnerving than the boy outside and his questions. The burly man with her saw first a puddle in the floor a bit of blood and lots of vomit. That trash can he lugged around had several items on the side of it. Saw dust sprinkled, disinfectant sprayed. The vomit would dry and the area's smells were cancelled. Swept up would be all of that stuff and then more cleaning would take place. All the while Emirie was watching the cleaning with apparent interest. 'That looks interesting. Do simple chemical reactions have that sort of effect. I could do that... Cleaning.' she thought simply enough that even Anya caught. 'Onee-chama wants to clean with magic.' Anya thought, thinking such a thing would be way cooler to see than whatever was going on. Though she was paying attention. "Oh... what a calm looking group. Who has the coin?" she asked directly looking around the table. "That was me, thanks Nee-san. You got us out of a bind~" Kaguya mentioned with that coin between her fingers to show proof of her ability to make the call. It seemed about right. "Hoh? Hiding your face... name?" she asked while staring at the girl. "Briar~" Kaguya added a certain blankness appearing on her face. Her eyes appeared dead enough that the twitch that woman possessed in her hands appeared, excitement drew her in a bit closer. "Ooo~ I haven't seen that one on a girl before. I want a doll like that. No kills yet either but so much...~" she seemed to think it over though. Right, she needed to remain calm. Take a deep breath. "Shame, some guys have all the luck. Still, smart girl. Accepted." she offered while looking at the girl. At the same time a text message came through for the girl as her oaf picked up dead bodies and dropped them in the bin, separating them from there personal effects.

Sakura's choices and experiment were understood by this mna. This only further confirmed how much he knew about her. It was good that her choices would be useful to her, not that she was worried. They were already proving quite fruitful. "What else?" she wondered earnestly. She was already pet, already used to doing things for the sake of the physical pleasure alone, but this experience was something well beyond the norm. She found her first major hurdle. A magically inclined phallus wasn't something that would naturally slip down her throat. Well, that wasn't it, it was somehow so much more massive than she was ready for. Most wouldn't make it far enough to tease her gag reflex but this one, seemed to be forcing the space. That hand on her head would be used to further force her down, though with playful menace in the eyes. Perhaps this was some sort of human test? She'd give it consideration. She wouldn't stop the action, she'd go with it... At the very least, she assumed the choking sensation was enjoyable for the one receiving it. And actually, a bit painful for her... that was interesting. If this was a direct after effect of her choice to disable her soul, she'd learn to deal with it. A bit of force wasn't much of a problem... she could kind of breath through her nose she supposed. All the while that gagging sensation would have her throat contorting around something magical while not being actively able to accommodate with just magic. Her eyes were somewhat pleading while looking up, little tears started at the corner of her eyes and spillage from her mouth would make it out further wetting his cock. What a strange experience, but there was full trust here, more so than she should have actively had considering they'd only just met.

[Bloodedge]

According to Kaguya, Kazu was avoiding assumptions on his own part. It was logical, albeit not majorly concerning to him. One noteworthy point however, was the mention of his daughters. He supposed that was a situation he'd have little choice but to confront in time; he couldn't just leave the mothers to deal with that sort of thing. Everything else could be a non-issue, but that was something Kazuhiko had to stand on. "Fair point. I'll keep it in mind," he said. As it stood, there was little point in worrying about it right this moment. He'd still keep it on the backburner until there was more freedom to mull over it. Before any of that settled though, there was a sudden new voice drawing his attention. Kazu leaned his chair back on its hind legs, seeming casual as ever. Eventually, his head tilted back enough that he could see... something really quite stunning. There was a curvaceous pillar of white with a long mop atop it. He had nothing to say, but he was immediately taken by one of the most impressive racks he'd seen since Saori. "Woah," Kazu muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, Sakura wondered what else she would be needing. She'd get no direct answer at the time, sadly. Instead, her conversation with the orange-haired male would take a backseat to something far rarer in this era than it could have been. That initial reaction said he was the first of such experiences for Sakura. The way he saw things, that assumption was all the reason he needed to ensure he kept pushing forth ─ literally even. Into her throat he went, whether her mind and body accepted it or not. It would do no harm to further enforce their independence from the soul and promote growth on three fronts for the young goddess. Beyond that, it seemed Sakura's mind accepted before her body did, prompting a conscious acceptance even if the body and soul couldn't keep pace. Those gagging convulsions were fuel to the proverbial fire for the man, who seemed to feast on Sakura's physical responses as they, too, evolved. By the time he could see tears welling up in her eyes, he made the active decision to add thrust to the equation. Each time he forced the bob of her head down, he stroked between her breasts and deeper into her throat with abandon. "New for you, huh Girlie? Terrified yet? Or is this doing even more for you?" he wondered.

[Apollymi]

A bit of information was acknowledged and then they were content to move on. Kazuhiko himself was leaning back and eventually looking at the figure of the young woman who'd entered, everyone else was in various points of watching the oaf type take his pictures, and drop bodies into what looked like a waste disposal bin. All of that was happening even as that young woman questioned Kaguya. It was quite the same this one was already technically spoken for, she was interesting. Her eyes covered the room once more, that closed stock room had someone in it, no... two people but no one seemed concerned about it. "Woah yourself," the woman said her eyes landing on Kazuhiko. 'He doesn't have a face... even I think that's weird.' she thought which made Anya's eyes snap to her as she looked at Kazuhiko. What did that mean? Maybe the others at this table were prepared to kill, maybe the had the ability to do so, but there was something odd about Kazuhiko. She'd only seen casual menace in people like Hiruko it was unusual to see something like that in anyone else. The detailed images she was receiving were also odd enough for her to see the extent of the damages done. "This is quite impressive. Whatever..." she said seeming not to care too much either way. But she didn't keep her eyes off of Kazuhiko. "Who's responsible for this?" she asked as if she had no inkling of the answer. But she'd already put that together. Instead she was casually watching the idiot she'd brought along drop the last of the bodies and begin spraying chemical mixtures to squeegee away any remaining traces of anything they'd done. No more throw up, no more blood, no more bodily fluids. Personal effects bagged and tagged and all bodies separately dropped into that box. As for the table that the boys had originally occupied it was also stripped of its contents, those placed in bags as well. No need to add confusion to any of these moments. No one was coming back here that had disappeared.

Meanwhile Sakura was pushing her body to its limits. Her soul was not able to interfere and her mind had made a decision, it was now simply up to her body to make up the rest of the difference. A decision it wouldn't really be allowed to make as it was now dealing with the force of something so much bigger than itself trying to force its way down her throat. Sakura found that gagging sensation to be a strange one, but given the movements of the orange haired man's hips, there was nothing unpleasant in it for him. Her own body seemed to be struggling for breaths in between, even as she began to use her nose instead. She wanted to analyze this further but didn't have the extra facilities for it given she also had to keep her breathing even through those small gaps. Her mind was excited, but she had to remain calm... to keep her body adjusting. It would all be much easier if her body would simply do what it needed to do without involving her so steeply. That was an exciting thought... Was this terrifying her? No... her face was reddened tears were streaming and she could feel tension between her breasts. Even so, she wasn't having a bad time, her tongue lashed out periodically. If she could get her body to commit to those responses, learn the pattern of them, then she could... use her mind to thing about more important things. She simply had to get it caught up enough for her to do what she needed. That seemed possible. 'I can do that.' she thought.

[Bloodedge]

A softly muttered 'wow' from Kazuhiko resulted in this strange woman looking his way with a response to offer. Woah yourself, she said. What did that mean? Was he to take that as silencing? Was it actually a sign of her being just as blown away when looking at him? Obviously Kazu hoped for the latter. She reminded him of someone, but... not quite enough. Whatever the case, she and her comrade were obviously hear to do the requested cleanup job, which only the large male actually performed while Kazuhiko paid him no attention at all. No, his eyes weren't shifting away from the upside-down view of whoever this woman was. There wasn't much to be said during all the ogling, at least... until she asked who was responsible for this. One could only assume she was talking about the dead players, considering the purpose of her visit. "Oh," Kazu said, snapping back to reality for a moment. His hand rose casually even as he kept looking at the woman upside-down. "That was me. Sorry about the house call, but uh..." He had to stop himself once more. In truth, Kazuhiko could have eliminated the bodies with a bit of otherworldly behavior, but it would have endangered too many things and people. He couldn't just go around admitting that, though. "Yeah, anyway, nice assist!"

With Sakura's soul being unavailable to offer assistance of any sort, her body was proving how difficult its current situation was. She would have found herself in serious danger if her mind wasn't strong enough to force cooperation in the right moments, allowing steady enough breathing and the like. Still, her current partner was a bit too devious to allow adjustments via stagnation. Endlessly did he grin down into her face as those cheeks flushed and those eyes became wetter still. "Nah, that's not terror. It's doing something else..." he chattered. The man chose to leave the topic there just for a moment, as there was something more he wanted to do. Fingers laced through Sakura's hair, his hand palming her cranium as the tension in his digits took her hair by the roots. With that, he'd be forcing her head lower and lower still. He aimed to fill her throat completely and remain lodged within it, as if to keep Sakura choking for quite some time. Of course, he wouldn't just be letting her pass out; there would be no point in that. The man instead kept watch for any sign of faltering which, if seen, would have him letting go of her head. Only then would his speech continue. "What is it?"

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko had his words met, but not for reasons he might have thought. That wasn't to say this green haired woman didn't think him attractive. No, the longer she looked at him, the more she knew he had a whole host of ordinary features, but somehow they all worked so perfectly together that he was just stunning really. That could have been it, but that wasn't why she was looking at him. Her concern was his lack of face with the presence of so many bodies. Killing wore on people in a way that other killers recognized. Whether your kills were by choice or by force, it was all over one's visage and attitude. But this one looked unbothered, so very unbothered given the number of bodies she'd walked into. He'd even volunteered himself as the mastermind behind those kills. "Uh-huh..." that was all she said. "No face, unbothered, full responsibility..." she commented. 'Weird, he's so fucking weird. There is no way this is a normal day!' she thought as her level of annoyance built just a tad. Whatever this boy was going to end up, she wasn't sure and that made it even more unnerving for her. "Alright get up, taking a picture..." she said seemingly without much extra thought. "What did I get sent to this is so fucking weird..." she uttered softly. She held up her phone ready to take a picture of the lad whenever he was ready. With everything else cleaned up that man packed away the other objects and pushed that large closed waste bin towards the door. Pausing if only for instructions. "Oh, before I send him to load up the van, is there currently a body in that closet, or rather is there going to be?" she wouldn't be the one who was called out for skipping out on her duties, whatever they actually were. It would be Kaguya who smiled and shook her head, "Iia, she's ah... catching a body, not making one. But you know how it is, can't complain when you're asking for a distraction~" she offered which earned her a quick glance and another of those odd hand twitches. 'That one seems like she'd fit in. Whoever is in the closet obviously has some odd appeal but this guy... why?' she wondered only to move past it and get her own day out of this shop before she got herself in trouble. "Load up the van, wait for me by my door." and with that the man would be dragging his bounty out of the door and beginning the process of putting away the things that were there, while his overseer tied up any loose ends.

Meanwhile Sakura was finding out what it was like to be a masochist when danger was eminent. The truth of the matter was, she wasn't really used by others, not in a way that actually felt threatening. So imagine her surprise, when hands were laced into her hair and her head was forced down onto a cock which it defintiely wasn't ready to properly take. There wasn't a possible adjustment for her mind to force her body to undertake. Without being able to properly breath her throat was contorting, trying to reject what was being forced into it. She wasn't terrified, she knew it shouldn't be possible to actually kill her this way. That being said her body simply wouldn't react. The natural inclination to protect itself was too high. Those flushed cheeks and wet eyes only became more. Tears began to fall down her face, saliva was expelled from her mouth falling down into her cleavage as the adjustments were tried to gain any possible reprieve. It wasn't until her body stopped being able to try, when it decided it couldn't push enough and tried to shut down, did she find reprieve. But that was something... she'd let her body panic but her mind had remained calm... perhaps there was a greater division to find there. 'How do humans get anything done, if they can't think past panic. It's pitiful.' she decided. Still those eyes of hers were turned up as sweet breath returned and the unconscious inhale, taking the deepest breath. If she could speak what would she say? "My body is panicking but I understand something... and I think it will be useful," she'd utter.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever this woman's thoughts of Kazuhiko were, he was keen to find out if possible. How to approach it, however, was a different matter entirely. Kazu had segues into interactions with everyone else thus far, but he'd not yet dealt with a woman who lacked knowledge of the magical world and its associated features. This one seemed to find his behavior strange. She was a killer or at least involved in killing, but his kills were of a very different variety. He wasn't some trained assassin or contract killer, but instead someone desensitized via totally different means. Foregoing that discussion, Kazu blinked twice when the woman spoke of taking a picture. There was an immediate hope of it being a contact photo, but... Kazu wasn't stupid enough to think that was reasonable. Still, he'd flip into a standing position and contemplate a pose right away. "That's so sudden! Alright, hang on... what do I do? Should I go more serious for the vibes, or is it more of a candid thing? I don't wanna oversell myself, but I do still wanna sell myself, y'know? Also, if I'm selling, are you buying? 'Cause again... woah," he reiterated. While Kazu contemplated a picture far too much, the lummox was sent outside where he would be left waiting near Soma's location. The black-haired male had been meandering around the van, and would be interrupting the large man before he packed away those bodies and belongings. "Don't do it. Keep that evidence on your person, and take anything else out of the van before your boss shows up," he ordered, glowing eyes staring into the idiot's face.

Also on the topic of staring into faces, the man in Sakura's company couldn't keep his eyes off hers. Of course there were additional reasons behind this, including his desire to keep her conscious throughout a bit of throat abuse. There was nothing like the first time. All that color on her face and all the moisture pouring from her eyes and mouth made such an incredible visual, he couldn't resist reaching under her chin to squeeze her face, even slapping her cheek playfully with the other hand. "You know what's best about a girl like you ─ a girl whose face doesn't carry an expression most times? Fucking it all up. Love to see it♥~" he claimed. As for what she gained from that treatment, Sakura mentioned an understanding of something. "You should understand something. For starters, you're never going to be the same after today. I'm gonna test out all the tricks you've learned so far, pull out all the stops myself, and tear down this body until it crumbles. Run your little experiments if you can. You know how caterpillars become butterflies?"

[Apollymi]

Apparently, there would be a picture taken, but before this happened, the green haired young woman would be confronted with oddities. She'd told him to stand up for the picture and he'd immediately turned into some kind of fanatic type. Wanting to know the kind of picture he should take to sell himself but not oversell himself. He also slipped in the idea of asking if she was buying what he was selling. "What?" she said first, taking a deep breath her fingers twitching just a little, she couldn't help it. This kind of nonchalance was well beyond what was normal. Even the most seasoned killers with the most in-depth covers didn't come with such a relaxed nature in their outside moments. She couldn't help the break, the snap that occurred as this young man thought about the nature of this picture and tried to hit on her. From her hair came a butterfly knife which was flipped out of her air and into her hand at his neck as a reflex to her naturally building frustrations and confusions. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" she asked intending for him to be at knife point. At the same time, the large man who should have been packing the van and getting ready to go, was being stopped from his original directive. Instead, that bin full of bodies was left curb side. He soon met the eyes of young man who spoke to him and nodded. Only then would he move back to the van. He'd remove from it, a small case containing more of that young woman's butterfly knives, a pair of large designer sunglasses and an half-drank cup of boba tea.

At the same time, Sakura was being given a lesson in physical abuse the likes of which she'd not known before this moment. A playful slap was delivered to her face as she gained the male perspective about what was good about the way she was. Though she didn't normally emote, apparently messing up her normally stoic visage was something worth seeing. She got this even as her chin was grabbed. She had no idea what her face looked like presently but she did know this man wasn't the only one who enjoyed when her expressions changed. Admittedly he was likely seeing versions of her face which were way more extreme than the norm. "Sou ka, that answers a question." she claimed seeming to have entertained such thoughts herself at least a little. Beyond this point there was more he had to say, by her own understanding Ascension was imminent. When asked a specific question about making a caterpillar into a butterfly she thought of her own observations of such creatures. "Alchemy." that was her simple answer as she managed to take several breaths but continued to move her breasts against his cock while it wasn't occupying her mouth, as if a natural inclination was reached even if she wasn't honestly thinking about it. Perhaps this was how such a thing was supposed to work, she'd have to fully test the independance of her parts, if her body was to be broken it would be a good time to fully set it to its own autotomy.

[Bloodedge]

The woman behaved differently when questioned and propositioned. At no point did she answer either of his curiosities. Instead, she became a bit twitchy until she pulled a small weapon from her hair. Interestingly enough, Kazu's eyes followed her entire process from initial reaction to follow-through. He didn't move a millimeter, but there was a slight shift in his expression. His senses were more than capable enough to detect killing intent when acted upon. For less than half a second, there was a looming threat from Kazuhiko. Instinct said to react, to turn the tables... but he didn't go that far. Instead, he stood motionless and stared into the woman's face while she held a knife to his neck with questioning. What was wrong with him? Well, he'd answer while completely ignoring that knife. "Uh... do you mean the picture thing, or the hitting on you thing? 'Cause I was serious about that part. Promise it'd be awesome; I can show you some crazy stuff," he said, obviously more interested in having a time with this woman instead of that nonexistent threat to his life. All the while, Soma was watching a man with a brain size disproportionate to the mass of his body move items out of the van. Judgmentally did he look at the man as half a cup of boba tea was brought out. He'd be taking that, the glasses and the knives. The box was kept under his arm, the glasses placed atop his head, and the boba held in his otherwise free hand. "... I guess that's my fault. I should have specified anything incriminating. Whatever," he said with a deep sigh while inspecting the cup. "Give me the keys."

Sakura had already been on her way to figuring out the truth behind breaking barriers of emotionlessness and why others enjoyed it. A little confirmation could go a long way. This man kept eyes pinned on her current face as he squeezed, turning it slightly one way and the other, thinking one of three things could improve the look. "Yeah? Good," he stated. Regarding butterflies and their process of coming into existence from caterpillars, Sakura blamed... alchemy. She definitely wasn't wrong. All living creatures contained the framework for at least one or two schools of alchemy, whether innate or conscious. Her breasts were still active against his shaft, and in response he'd be periodically plunging into her mouth and down into the depths of her throat ─ just to retreat again. He couldn't let Sakura or himself relax too much for too long, after all. "That's a start. You know every caterpillar is born with everything it needs to become a butterfly? All it has to do is make a cocoon and dissolve its entire body ─ every tissue except the ones that are useful to create a butterfly. They reduce themselves to a soup, and a butterfly builds itself out of everything it needs that's been floating around in there. People still haven't figured out all the details of that yet."

[Apollymi]

The assassin who'd been sent to clean up the mess had managed to do exactly that, but completing the rest of her desired actions she'd be distracted and annoyed to the point of lashing out. But even that didn't go the way it was meant to, the strangest thing occurred. With a knife at his throat, the young lad explained that he was serious about hitting on her and mentioned the truth joyfully. What was more the entire group seemed to be less concerned about her actions than she might have thought. By the time they should have realized she had her supposed leader at knife point she would have expected someone to stand up, an attack or a threat. But no. What she received instead was something entirely different. "Oya, Nee-san... I can vouch for that being a worthwhile endeavor, a few of the others can as well~" Kaguya mentioned without seeming to care very much. "Is that what you do with that much hair? Agreed though, if you have the time to spare he's great fun," she encouraged as well. A pause happened as this green haired girl studied Kazuhiko's face. He was still so very ordinary. Brunette was hardly special, taller than average sure, a nice face, a fluffy mop of that same hair. Why was he so attractive. "Everyone is this room is weird. And I don't mean kids playing card games weird, I mean... really fucking weird, even to me..." she withdrew her knife and put it back in her hair without thinking too much "Give me your phone unlocked and pose however you like for the picture," she said without saying anything else. If two women agreed to his 'goodness' and he didn't flinch when having a knife drawn on him, he'd at least be worth talking to, assuming of course he survived his next encounter. If she was given his phone, she'd be putting her number into it, under the name, 'Habakiri'. As for the idiot outside, he'd done as he was asked. Was there anything else incriminating in the van? No, these vehicles were put together to be used, then cleaned and scrapped without warning. And because of the kinds of plates they had, they weren't likely to be stopped or looked into in the slightest, such was a benefit of the person who commissioned them. Whatever the case, the bin of bodies and all the things associated with them were by the man and he returned to Soma to hand him the keys to the van which he was supposed to be starting. Oddly enough, he didn't even question why he was doing this.

Meanwhile, Sakura was having her face moved in a manner which was less than friendly. It was like she was being inspected, but that didn't seem like a bad thing as this man's eyes remained on her person. He complimented her thought process and she would continue her own activities. Still there was no real halt from him either, his cock would continue poking into her mouth and moving through her breasts periodically at his own whims. All while they discussed this matter of butterflies. Just the same she was receiving a life lessons about butterflies and what humans did and didn't understand about them. From her own ability to extrapolate, she could say this entire conversation was some sort of allegory for the way her Ascension should work. Melting down parts and reforming them for the sake of her next big step, Whatever the case, that occasional choking and the drool and extra force she was receiving was quite different from anything else she'd experienced thus far. The stance that this would be her best experience and turned into her number one was one which she would agree with even right at the beginning like they were. She couldn't explain it, but she was already feeling quite hot, there was so much build up between them, even with just a conversation. How did she managed such without full spiritual influence, how did she keep her body moving without dragging her mind out of the thoughts? She needed this to work. "I feel like I heard something like that before...I also think I understand how to use that information," she said before her mouth was filled by one of those incidental strokes.

[Bloodedge]

When the woman pulled a knife and held it against Kazuhiko's neck, anything resembling a threatening feeling was fleeting. He didn't get the impression that she wanted him dead beyond the very first reactive moment. Indeed, Kazu could liken her to someone else he knew ─ someone who could kill reflexively without having any truly negative thoughts about the target. The more he thought about that comparison, the more he considered it... kind of hot. Luckily for him, two of the girls he shared recent experiences with offered backup for his claims of satisfaction. This woman thought he and the others were weird. Kazuhiko didn't think she was one to talk as someone who took a call to clear out dead bodies in a trading card shop. Regardless, his satisfaction came when his phone was demanded. Kazu didn't hesitate to pull the device from his pocket, unlock it, then hold it out on offer. "Yosh! Nice assist!" he said, praising Kaguya and Ai for their contributions. "Can I get one of you too? I'm really big on pictures lately," he requested of the green-haired woman thereafter. As for his pose, Kazu had finally come up with something. His left hand rose and pointed outward, covering his left eye while having its thumb angling down and forefinger curling in. His right hand came up a little higher, fingers down until its forefinger met his left thumb, and its thumb met his left forefinger. There was a grin on his face and a slightly narrowed, confident eye showing within the strange heart gesture he made. Such was how he decided to pose for the picture.

Butterflies were such a strange topic to address, but there were so few analogies the ginger could make without spoiling too much. The destruction of one's entire being was often necessary for the most ridiculous of evolutions. It would be more important for her than it was for most others, if only due to a special constitution Sakura possessed ─ one others were not so lucky to be born with. She seemed to be making some progress toward understanding something beyond the world's current limitations. He'd happily see her reach that understanding, but... only under duress, of course. He wouldn't be skipping such a valuable opportunity for an enjoyably sloppy start, either. Once Sakura voiced her understanding of knowledge application, the male shifted his hand to gather her hair, pulling it up tightly and lifting his own body into a standing position. He'd been enjoying the feel of her breasts though, so he was sure to push forward enough to keep them squished into place by his lap. "Understanding's good. But... what'd you come up with?"

[Apollymi]

The girl with the green hair was indeed unstable, but the lack of real reaction from the group at least cemented their threat level. She saw them as weird, but she could also admit to her own problematic behavior regardless of how she felt. Her end answer was to give this lad her number, if for no other reason than to find out what the younger girls were so willing to share. The lad so quickly handed over his phone and she placed that name and number in it. She handed it back. As for the nice assist, Ai and Kaguya only laughed, "Anytime~" the chimed in unison. Both getting the feeling they'd be doing something like this quite often. Regardless of that, the girl who was taking a picture would do so and find herself looking at a rather odd expression. Her brows drew together but she couldn't deny it was a great looking picture. "It is weird how extraordinary this manages to be... never mind." she mumbled. She saved it, both for herself and to show her boss. As for the question of a picture for the lad, "You can have... one picture and only call me after you've met my employer..." she said. As a still photogenic individual she managed a bright smile for such an image with her head leaning into her unoccupied hand. Whenever that picture was taken she'd be turning to leave, "Be good Briar... try not to get caught up in too much~" she offered that one casual warning to Kaguya before turning on her heels to leave, walking out the door and expecting to find herself with a lump of man meat waiting to put her into the van so she could complete her task.

Meanwhile, Sakura was on the receiving end of more abuse, all while discussing and thinking about butterflies. Of course, she didn't mind it, even has hands were pulling her hair, and arranging her body she found the entire experience to be one she couldn't hate. No, in fact this kind of use of her physical form had been much more like what she was looking for initially. When asked what she came up with she was wincing and moaning just a little her eyes dancing with emotion that didn't normally register. "There is one, a very aggressive form of sex coming. It feels like it'll be good... I am excited about it. Then, it seems as if my form of evolution will require a breakdown of base materials to feed into my first Ascension. Even if I have all the parts I need, a certain amount of catalyzing and cannibalizing of standard parts will be for the best. I could also use it as an opportunity to properly separate the active use of my mind, body and soul... if I manage both then I should be able to create a new and better me, and carrying on my experiments while dallying in the human experience," she explained her general plans and what she'd come up with based on her understanding.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko had a thumbs-up to offer the girls who aided him before flashing that hart-shaped hand gesture to... Habakiri, as he'd seen in his phone. That couldn't have been her real name, but he supposed Kaguya hadn't given her name either. Either way, his phone was returned and Habakiri had her picture. Apparently, he was allowed a single picture. The only issue presented was that he could call her only after meeting her employer ─ whoever the hell that was. For now, Kazu's focus was on the image he needed. "Alright, well let's start with..." Kazu positioned his camera very carefully. This woman actually had a dazzling smile for someone in her profession and position. He couldn't miss her face and hair, but he also wanted to ensure that incredible cleavage was in the shot... so he took it vertically. "That's a great smile! Whenever I leave the boss, I'm gonna... woah," he paused again. In watching the woman walk away, he had a solid view of her swaying backside. Everything in Kazuhiko told him to get a picture of that sight, but as a man of his word, he'd acknowledge her demand of having only one. Hopefully others would come at a later time. First, he'd have to meet this alleged boss. Ah, but long before that... Habakiri had to meet Soma once again, as he stood beside the lummox in wait of her return. "She's finally here. Oi, brute. Take the evidence away and kill yourself," he ordered, turning to stare down the green-haired woman thereafter... all while casually sipping from a boba tea cup he assumed to be hers.

Sakura had many observations to make while the man holding her up by the hair simply observed her wincing face. It really was the best to break down the stoic, he thought. Much to Sakura's credit though, her mental processes were intriguing enough that he followed along even while visually occupied. When she was done rambling, he even acknowledged her musings with something more resembling answers than he offered previously. "A breakdown is one way to put it. That's all a little loose though, isn't it? I'll tell you the more accurate version. Aggressive sex isn't what's coming. Fucking is the weakest word possible for what's gonna happen to you. I'm gonna pound you into an unrecognizable paste, and then I'll keep going until I whip that paste up into Clever Bitch Puddin'. It's one of my favorite dishes, you know? If you're gonna figure out that separation in the meantime, you might want to realize something about yourself sooner rather than later. That's all the advice I've got for you right now~" he said. While speaking, he pulled Sakura's hair further toward the rear. Doing so would have him drag her back onto the table, while he leaned forward to keep their positioning virtually the same.

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko was allowed his picture and had yet another compliment to offer. He claimed the lass he now knew to answer to the name Habakiri possessed a nice smile. After that obviously full body picture was taken the same girl could only scoff. "Yeah, sure... whatever you say," Maybe people might have thought her smile was nice until they were receiving it specifically while she was stabbing them to death. No matter, she could easily move on form that particular moment. She walked away and expected to hear camera noises, but when she didn't a small smile spread across her face. "Remember only call me after you've met the boss. You're persona non-grata until then...ja ne~" she offered walking away. A smile spread across Kaguya's face as she leaned on her elbows. "Congratulations, Zuko-sama. You passed the fuckboy test~" she claimed which only got a secondary nod from Ai who agreed completely. Meanwhile, that touch of happiness was short-lived. Habakiri, walked outside of this place and found the boy she'd left there, wearing her sunglasses atop his head, drinking her boba tea and holding her box of knives. What was more, that oaf hadn't packed up the van and was just standing around. Until of course he took an order which had him running off with a can full of dead bodies like an idiot. The twitches began again in her hand and her calm exterior cracked as that oaf walked away. She was shaking almost uncontrollably. She'd stopped shy of the initial reaction of slitting a man's throat already. She was left staring at her shaking hands... "Calm. Calm. Calm." she uttered to herself, taking several measured breaths and managing to pull herself just barely back in line. 'It's fine. It's fine, I was just going to incinerate them anyway and kill the guy myself as a reward.' she thought as she corrected her own thought process. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she asked that question directly for the second time in just a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Sakura was getting her own theories finer tuned by the man staring down into her face and roughing up her mouth and throat. They'd be fucking and she'd be pounded into paste to become pudding. That was a very expressive way to say that, but with him moving her around by her ponytail and being so very direct she couldn't do anything but become more excited. In fact, "I didn't know I'd get to be on the receiving end of a fucking... that's exciting!" she claimed seemingly legitimately excited by that information. As for her own experimentation she'd continue it, "Something I need to know about myself... Sou ka, that's a lot of information, arigatou gouzaimasu~" she thought she had a pretty good handle on herself as an individual, though she was still growing changing with every interaction Perhaps that was something to consider? Well, she'd do it as she processed the rest. Whatever the case, without any real changes between their bodies, she seemed to have a reasonable amount of contact with the orange haired main. Whatever getting beaten into paste entailed she'd have to make sure she enjoyed that, it seemed like it'd be pretty hard to come by nomrally.

[Bloodedge]

Habakiri was on her way out with a reiteration of the previous point. Kazu refused to stop looking at the woman's ass until she was out of sight, but... he felt like she knew that was happening anyway. He also supposed a meeting in the near future was mandatory, lest he waste an opportunity after actually getting that phone number. "Right. Ja," he muttered. According to Kaguya, he'd passed something called a 'fuckboy' test. As he turned to reclaim his chair, he did so looking confused. "There was a test?! What?! When did I pass? What do I get for passing one of those?" he wondered. In the meantime, Habakiri was wondering about Soma. She asked for the second time today what was wrong with someone, all while seeing her bovine submissive wander off to end his own life. Efforts to calm herself was made, and Soma stared at her challengingly, straw between his lips. "What's wrong with me? Nothing? I'm just a friendly neighborhood Good Samaritan. See, there's a pretty girl in a pretty dress who doesn't have a ride home. Lucky I'm here, right?" he asked, smile on his face and all.

It seemed Sakura didn't expect to be at the other end of a 'fucking' even though she surely acknowledged being someone's pet already. Perhaps she already understood how these things worked. In truth, she'd already been through that process. "Don't say that. You got a fucking just recently. You couldn't call yourself someone's pet without it, or at least the promise of it beyond a shadow of a doubt. But... you're on the right track still. Fucking is like a tier list; it changes when there's power creep," he explained. The man would go on to pull Sakura back until she was fully horizontal, at which point he'd be looming over her body face-to-face. Her hair had been bundled and stretched out at the top of her head, still firmly in his grasp as his cock remained between her breasts. She had a free mouth for another moment. What would he do with that? Well, he had to fill it with something. What he decided was to give Sakura a more direct sample of his mana. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and through pursed lips would dribble down toward hers. At the same time, his unoccupied hand was reaching behind him to locate Sakura's folds and press fingers firmly between and around.

[Apollymi]

Habakiri had tested this lad and he'd passed, what he got for it wouldn't be something immediate, it could be an investment in his future. Meanwhile, Kaguya mentioned it as he sat back down and it seemed the lad was far too nice for his own good. In exchange she chuckled and explained the situation from the girl's perspective. She had a special view of it, especially as someone who got hit on routinely. "There was a test. You passed when you didn't take that second picture or press for more after being given a specific boundary... and likely passing will get you more of what you want, if it comes down to it. That's the way this sort of thing works in general~" Kaguya mentioned seemingly amused. "I should say that girl gave the specific one on purpose but many do similar things without fully thinking through the reasons. It's a trust thing... oh and for the record," she said her own grin widening. "If she'd been less emotionally mature, can't call her stable, instead of holding you at knife point she would have been crying~" she added. "Keep an eye on the signs, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya mentioned as they playfully returned to their regularly scheduled afternoon, which included Kei, staring a hole through the side of Kaguya's face. In the meantime, that son of Kaguya's was busy confronting that same woman for completely different reasons. She'd asked him what was wrong with him and got a spiel about him being a good Samaritan. His words made her frown at him distinctly and another of those twitches came forward. "No. You're a stray, trying to weasel their way into something they don't fully understand," she said staring the man down. "Good deeds don't go unpunished here..." she claimed in a very straightforward manner. "Those are my favorite sunglasses by the way," she added, specialty pickups were hard to come by. "You don't act like a dog. Nor do you look like the type to understand your place as one... Too many questions, too many ambitions, to behave properly. It is only going to get you or someone else killed in the meantime," she said quickly. A text was being crafted and sent. "There was a mishap, I have a stray who wants to follow me home." that was all it was, and in a few seconds a beep would let her know something. "Take a picture of your dress and the stray. Send both to me."

Meanwhile, Sakura was gathering more information. This orange haired man seemed to have quite a lot to say about various things she mentioned. She'd gotten a fucking just recently according to him, and she could agree to some extent. The purely physical aspects of her most recent experiences were ones which she was willing to say counted as fucking between something closer to equivalent beings. But she didn't see it the same way simply because she made the choice to be the lesser of those two beings. In this case, her placement was no choice of her own presently but a matter of her existence by comparison. "Hm, I understood that... I was just thinking something similar," she mused. Still there was the matter of her body being laid over that table. Her hair still being grabbed and rough fingers now pressing into her folds even as a tool stayed lodged between her breasts. There was saliva being pooled in the mouth above hers, she'd open her mouth to accept it, as she moaned contentment. Nothing about this situation seemed comparable to others, but that didn't stop the fact that his fingers were meeting hot wet folds, nor did it change the fact that she was opening her mouth to spit drained directly into it. She didn't know why but she found this entire thing to be a new form of sexual activity. It seemed so full of something... and she liked it. She didn't have the vocabulary currently to describe it, but it felt, heated.

[Bloodedge]

As Kazu seated himself, he acquired the details of the test he'd apparently been put to moments before. He wasn't sure what he thought about being subjected to such a thing, but as Kazuhiko would always remain himself, and considering the types of people who were now dead in a bin somewhere... he could consider himself content to pass. "That sounds unnecessarily complicated. I don't know whose fault that whole system is, but I don't like that guy," he complained. Moving on, Kaguya explained the similarities between Habakiri's reaction and that of the more 'normal' types who would be in tears instead. Kazu thought it was strange of her to bring that topic back, but he couldn't fault her for just pointing out something relevant when it appeared. "Noted, but don't tell me you're gonna be another 'always lecturing' type. I don't think my brain can handle that again," he said while looking at the board for his game against Ai.

Soma being a Good Samaritan was argued. Habakiri thought he was more akin to a dog gone stray into a field he couldn't understand. And so, he'd see the ignorance of humanity. It couldn't be explained to someone like Habakiri that he was born for this behavior in a manner far more literal than assassins linked to the family business. Well... it was also his family's business, in all technicality. He'd let that topic rest, choosing first to address Habakiri's comment on good deeds. "Is that so? Then I'll fit right in. Punish me," he challenged before sipping her tea once again and, oddly enough, extending the straw to her. "I'm far from a dog. Dogs are disgusting little things subservient to whatever they view as bigger than themselves, never thinking of becoming greater and taking down their owners. Between the two of us, you're more of a dog than I am..." he said. As if on cue, Habakiri was in a short text exchange with her owner. Soma took the time of her reading to step closer, as if his plan was to have a direct, unconcerned look at her screen. "Is that your master, little pup? What does she have to say about me?" he asked. After their previous exchange, Soma was certain the one in charge was a woman. All he needed now was the final confirmation, and then... a door that could be flung open.

Meanwhile, Sakura's current partner was gradually taking things up a notch. She didn't take any issue with receiving liquid mana from his mouth directly to hers as it cascaded down, even moaning upon receiving it. Sakura did always have the quickest turnabout of the bunch; it was a given that she'd adjust easily to such unorthodox behavior. Since she already had some expectations of the coming moments, he decided not to waste any time. Three long fingers would be pressing her entrance as the saliva trail's final remnants fell into Sakura's mouth. If she managed to swallow that densely-packed mana, she may even find herself experiencing a different form of enlightenment ─ more akin to the feeling of being lost in space, he figured. "Swallow that for starters. Happy cocoon day, Saku♥~"

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko was given an understanding of his interaction with the woman known as Habakiri. Even so, after a moment or two of consideration Kazuhiko seemed to accept this logic as it was though he expressed distaste for the practice and whoever was the start of it. "Blame the fuckboys. Still it isn't even foolproof as a method. Liars will pretend for extended periods of time to manipulate people into doing what they want. It's a complex issue..." Kaguya said while shrugging. And even though her tone was light, there as a certain bitterness to those words, one of experience still a little to fresh on the surface. Of course, this was only the start of a conversation as Ai and Kazu seemed content to continue their match the idea that Kaguya might be the always lecturing type. "Iia, I don't always lecture. That's just so you know why I'm shoving you when you take a firm hand to the back. I can't imagine 300 years dealing with the string of crazy caused by niceness~" Kaguya mentioned, which would only be chuckled at by Ai. "Basically, Kaya-tan isn't the type to clean up after you if you leave a mess of some girl's feelings. She'll throw you into the situations you create after she's given you what she calls the ample adjustment period. I type her the pushy bestie/deuteragonist by challenge~" Ai mentioned as if the words spoken by Kaguya weren't clear enough. "Mi-chama says she's invasive!~" Chika chimed seeming to have finally given up on blocking the little girl's sight and ears.

Meanwhile, Habakiri was busy doing something she'd not done in literal years. Reporting an oddity of her work because of outside interference. She'd told the lad good deeds didn't go unpunished and she'd meant it. Drawing attention to yourself in this prefecture was a dangerous thing to do. Between the Yakuza, the family of Assassin's that lived here and the government life was a delicate balance. "Working on it," she claimed about punishing him. Still she'd be leaning into her cup and sniffing it. "Yeah, no... not drinking on a job." she said having the straw of her tea tainted by what smelled like alcoholic spirits was not on her list of things to consume today. Still this boy's logic was far from normal. He'd all but admitted he was planning something. Dreams of domination were not hers to entertain, but her upbringing wouldn't have allowed her that desire. What made her happy was something else entirely. "Doll, not dog. Difference is small but very important. Or I guess... puppet, I have strings and the person holding them is specific about my movements..." she reiterated. "The world doesn't revolve around you... most of this is about me," she said, the screen itself was a chat with 'Boss' but that made sense, the directions presented were important. She lifted her phone not to block view but to take a picture of the entirety of her body and then took a step back intending to take another of Soma. "Pictures, one of me, and one of you... that is all." whatever he took from that information she didn't care. The outcome of that any arguments potentially presented would have to be taken into account.

Meanwhile, every moment was increasing what was happening between Sakura and her partner. Unorthodox behavior didn't register as such to Sakura, she found it heated in a way that made her want to experience more of it. By the time she had saliva trailing into her mouth she had three fingers slipping into her entrance. She gasped at the weight but also at the taste fo what was in her mouth. It was so much more than it appeared as well. It was mana more densely packed than should been possible. Digesting it, would be quite the undertaking even with full access to her mind body and soul. "That's exciting. Though that's unfair, you know my name and I don't know yours...." she mentioned pointing out with a touch of childishness the lack of fairness in this exchange. Her legs were opening to accommodate, her body relaxing against the table, she was being made open and receptive even as she thought of the purity and concentration of the mana she was trying to swallow in her own mouth. It needed to be broken down, dissolved and then ingested.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko wouldn't be concerning himself with the 'fuckboys' Kaguya kept talking about, nor their apparently varied methods of approach. His methods were his own, and would continue to be so. Of course, that included dealing with those who encroached upon the personal space of his comrades, as always. As for Kaguya's lecturing or whatever it was to be called, it was apparently just a qualifier. His partner for the ongoing game gave further detail, but once again... it wasn't something he'd concern himself with at this exact moment. "Oh great, another one of those. I know some people you'll get along with swimmingly," he commented. With that, his focus returned to the board that he now had to relearn the setup of after all those shenanigans.

Habakiri did intend to punish Soma for whatever misbehavior she perceived from him. Oh well; she was free to assume whatever possibilities she thought of. When offered a sip of her own boba tea, she turned it down... claiming she wouldn't drink on a job. How interesting, Soma thought. "Oh?" he asked as if excited. With that, he removed the straw and lid, wafting the cup in front of the woman's face. "There's no alcohol here. It's exactly what you had before," he specified. Still, it was worth noting that Habakiri could smell his influence on the straw. She'd make a good dog after all... or rather a good doll as she called herself. "From dog to doll is a downgrade. At least dogs have autonomy. You could easily make the cut as something else if you wanted," he mused. Moving on, the exchange Habakiri had with her boss was one that demanded pictures. She took one of herself and spoke of one featuring Soma as well... interestingly without confirming his gender-based assertion. Soma wouldn't let that picture be taken as it was, however. He kept moving, intending to take his place over Habakiri's shoulder. A flash of an empty hand and the one holding that cup was given just to prove he was unarmed, apart from that box he'd just let fall to the ground in that same motion. "One of you, one with me. Since the world revolves around you today, you should also be in this one... right?" With that said, Soma would be preparing himself for a picture. The sunglasses atop his head were pulled down just enough to show over his eyes, one of which was cheekily closed in the moment.

Cocoon day was exciting to Sakura. He figured most mysteries were, even at this point in her life. She'd make one hell of a soul soup regardless, but that line of forward thinking would really help her along during the digestion process. Of course, for everything that helped, there had to be something to add difficulty. The man's cock was in perfect position for something he'd hold off on for just a few more moments, even as his hips thrusted to keep stroking between her breasts. "Of course I know your name. You know mine too, but... maybe it's not time for that yet. I've got a few. Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe, Caeli... the list goes on. How's that sample going?" he asked just before a forward thrust placed his glans right atop Sakura's chin. In that moment, those fingers moved roughly within her. He'd wait until the moment her mouth opened next to loose a tidal wave of ejaculate across the girl's face, popping his tip between her lips to pour out a more direct drink only after the initial burst spread out. "Oh, whoops!♥ I accidentally tipped the bottle~"

[Apollymi]

As Kazuhiko became a bit more acquainted with the newer additions his friend group, a bit of clarification from Ai as she sat across from him seemed to bring about the idea that Kaguya would have friends among his existing friend group. "Oh I know... Mi-chan said so too. I'm looking forward to it~" she claimed as if it was the most amusing thing ever. In truth, she simply didn't see the point in skipping over important things. "Don't take that too personally, she can't help but poke at things that make themselves obvious to her," Ai said, but oddly enough that wasn't just Kazuhiko she was talking to, no... she'd seen Kei's pouting face. And Kaguya wasn't just the proper deuteragonist to Miko, she held that title for anyone who didn't act as impulsively as she did. All the while, Kei nodded and scoffed only to go back to planning. Her choice in actions were right by her own approximation, she'd simply have to make sure she executed when Miko returned to work herself into the perfect position for expressing her feelings in a more mature way.

While one girl plotted for a blooming moment, another was dealing with a problem she'd not expected. She'd turned down sipping from her own drink because it appeared to be spiked. His excited utterance made it appear something caught his eye about her actions. With the drinks lid removed and the smell wafting from it being more normal her brows furrowed in gentle confusion. "You gotta lay off the sauce. It's way too early for that kind of drinking..." she mused. Still she took a sip from her own cup, she'd bought it for a reason after all. "That kind of logic is only true if this isn't an actual metaphor or reference for something else. I like what I am, and I don't want anything else... I am simple like that," she explained of that oddity. As for the picture of herself, she'd taken it and sent it immediately, as proof that she didn't go against anything she'd been told to do today. The picture which was to included the stray or stowaway was one which he seemed to alter himself for just a bit, dropping the case, and once it was all set up it was taken and sent. "Doesn't matter, if more specific instructions come they are followed but it usually isn't about that," Habakiri mentioned. Only a second after that photo was delivered did another message popup. "I have time today." That was it, the entire message with so much weight that nothing else would matter. A sigh escaped Habakiri. "Welp, come on. Can you drive at least, doing it in heels is annoying," she mumbled.

At the same time, mysterious things were indeed interesting to Sakura. Like that saliva she was trying to break down, or this man's lack of name. As she worked through one thing, she seemed to gain a different kind of sensation in her body. It was almost like she was separate and floating. Ah, but wasn't she actually laying on a table with a man aggressively fingering her? Yeah, that sounded more right but... still her body was trying its best to keep up as her mind moved on. "That's a lot of names for a single person... Jaxu~" she chose her form of address with little to no extra thought. Like the name choice simply slipped out from some unknown place in her mind. Ah but there was another problem, her body was being used still and eventually a spillage would occur down the front of her face. When it did her open mouth would find itself full as the tip of a cock was soon found there as well. The suction applied was a natural effect of circumstance. But the aim to clear would have way more of that going into her body than it could ever process. Her mind knew it was too much but... it wasn't available to help currently, especially not with a spill happening either way. It was a nice sensation if nothing else, even as her throat seemed to be too full, almost bulging with spunk, she'd be incapable regularly helping. She needed to think, to digest, to... process.

[Bloodedge]

Things were becoming more normal within the card shop. Outside, however, nothing could be considered as such. Soma had goals to meet ─ as was always the case. Habakiri was gaining his interest more and more after she detected hints of alcohol that didn't exist in any true form. "I've never had a drink in my life," Soma replied with marked honesty. As for whether she counted as a dog or a doll, Soma saw little point in debating the importance. Either way, she lived a life that was either pitiful... or exactly the sort of thing he needed. "So you want to follow someone's orders exclusively for the rest of your life, killing when told and being forced into specific methods to boot? I might like that," he muttered. None of that mattered for now either, though. Soma had to meet this 'boss' she answered to, whether by force or invitation. Another message from that very person led to Habakiri asking if he could drive. "You'd rather have someone you think is drunk drive you around instead of doing it with heels, or taking the heels off?" he asked rhetorically. Regardless, he'd be reaching out to collect that box of knives, taking only two from it for his own later use. "Let's go. Don't expect me to lift you in so you can avoid stubbing your precious little toes," he demanded while moving toward the driver's seat. Obviously, he'd be learning how to drive on the fly today. "Which way?"

The number of names possessed by the man Sakura called 'Jaxu' was indeed quite high, and in fact much higher than he let on. The way he saw things though, it wasn't that his name count was high. "You have very few names for a single person. You should catch up," he countered. With that, he'd sprayed the girl's face with spunk just to earn the visual. What he deposited into her mouth thereafter was a bit more than necessary, seemingly more than she could swallow presently as well... yet still, he kept it going. "Hmm. It's missing something. You should start wearing mascara~" he suggested. Such a thing would have left marks on her face from those earlier tears, finishing the view he now had with a nice little contrast. Oh well; there was a long future ahead for them. For now, he slowly slid back, letting the proverbial river flow over Sakura's face, neck, chest and abdomen during a long retreat. "Having trouble keeping up already?" he asked. This was never meant to be an easy transition. What he gave Sakura was more than even she should be capable of handling by design, all for the sake of ensuring her process saw many a hurdle. He expected difficulty, and would keep subjecting her to more of that mana until he confirmed it. Whenever that confirmation came, fingers would be jerked away from her entrance, replaced swiftly and deeply with that still-spewing dick ─ the very same tool that would immediately begin pumping even greater quantities into her womb via pressurized release from its entryway.

[Apollymi]

While shop life went back to relative normalcy, but the people outside were not quite normal. According to this lad, he'd never drank a day in his life, then why did her straw smell like more alcohol than a bar? Well, there were lots of different kinds of alcohol, but it lacked the minty smell which would have made her assume mouthwash. She supposed it would have been fair to assume a line of some sort lie, but he didn't have any normal ticks associated with lies or untruths. "This whole group is just weird. I swear he owes me for making me deal with this..." she uttered under her breath. Meanwhile, this lad seemed to think she was following orders exclusively, that wasn't it exactly. "iia, I am not simply killing when told and following orders for the rest of my life. I have more terms than that... I'm not a robot... well, not any more at least," she said specifically. Regardless of this point a rhetorical one was made after her text was received. "Well, being barefoot in a car is gross... and I wasn't dressed to do my own stuff today and since you got rid of the muscle it's easier of you do it. Besides, just because you've been drinking doesn't necessarily mean you're sloshed, I could drink half my body weight in alcohol and still drive..." she explained. As for getting her into the van. "I really think you have the wrong idea here," she said frowning slightly. She could have gotten in and out of the van, but she simply didn't want to while also wearing such a form fitting dress. Here and now she grabbed her box of knives noting that he'd taken two and shook her head. "Down this street three blocks and take a left..." she stated as she climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in.

Sakura was apparently the one who needed to catch up in the naming department. Maybe that was true, as she thought about it currently, she was Saku, Saku-chan and Passionlip and Butterfly. Given her age and general disposition this wasn't a long list it just wasn't short either. While her mind pondered and floated her body tried and failed to swallow, her skin couldn't quite absorb enough either. It was like trying to break down something on multiple fronts, she was simply having a problem managing it properly. It was actually odd considering she normally had no problem breaking down anything she took in. It was burning a bit or maybe it jsut felt too big? Too heavy, like food that didn't agree with someone's stomach settling wrong. There was also the matter of mascara. Whatever that was had to be added to her growing list of questions for the other girls. When asked if she was having trouble keeping up already her head shook but, it seemed to be reflexive. Her eyes were moving but her brain seemed to be somewhere else. There were so many questions, so many new sensations, so much to process. She still haven't even figured out what she didn't know about herself and her body seemed to be failing under this new pressure. But it wasn't just that either. She was also being entered properly rather swiftly by something which made her body quiver. She felt a tightness that was just the wrong side of uncomfortable. It didn't make sense and while she was busy thinking about it, another part of her mind became occupied and as such her body was left once more to try and work. Digesting, absorbing and trying to accommodate a dick with more mass than even she was used to it was too much. And that pressurized release was only adding to the problem. Her belly was distending rather suddenly as absorbing internally became something that barely functioned. She felt overfull for the first time in her young life. How was she supposed to cope. Well, she added that to her thought processes too, but... her mind was only further drifting... Where was she? What was going on... a sudden weight had her feeling like she was falling or was she rising instead?

[Bloodedge]

The one Habakiri claimed owed her for this ordeal was one Soma actually knew in a roundabout way. He supposed it would have been easy to reach the boss through that man, but there were added complications to that due to everyone else's issues with telling people necessary information. Whatever the case, Habakiri claimed she was no robot... anymore. Some mysteries worth solving remained, but not for now. As for the grossness of being barefoot in a car, Soma had commentary to offer while starting the vehicle. "Is it? So if you were being railed in the back, you'd keep your shoes on? Noted," he mused. If nothing else, Soma thought it worthwhile to see how much of the others' "language" this woman spoke. Moving right along, she thought he had the wrong idea about her efforts. Soma's mind was not to be questioned by the likes of some human. "Don't even think your assumptions about my ideas are the same as my actual ideas. You're a little too submissive to be on my wavelength," he stated. With that, Soma would be driving off with a relatively inconsistent speed, and similar steering. This driving thing was a bit stranger than he anticipated. . .

Speaking of strange things, it had to be a little odd for anyone at this point in Sakura's life to see so much jizz on her person for so long. It was yet another turning point that she may find useful in her future. In the moment, however, she probably found it a bit overwhelming, while 'Childe' as he was often called seemed only more pleased by the moment. "Oh, it's still there? I should have kept a camera ready," he said even while knowing there were other methods at his disposal for revisiting visuals. The slight discomfort Sakura felt as he plunged into her was about what he expected... but so were the visual cues of her mind working overtime. The body Sakura inhabited wasn't doing much to help her at present. Excellent. "Nothing to say?" he wondered. Without halting for an answer or ending that constant spew of fluids, Childe pulled back until he was just within the entrance of her canal. Overflow was no concern for him, and in fact... he considered it a bonus in any situation. Better still would be the outright spewing that came as a result of his next decision: a backwards folding of her legs using each of his hands, followed immediately by a quick, rough thrust meant to breach her cervix and slam against the opposite end of her womb.

[Apollymi]

Habakiri was an assassin by trade and birth but by her own understanding still managed to at least seem to be a normal 22 year old individual. So upon mentioning that she thought the idea of driving barefoot, or even being in a car without shoes on was gross she didn't expect the immediate response to be something sexual. "Is there something in the water I don't know about? Can we at least wait until after lunch and preferably after dark for this?" she pondered to the world at large. That being said she'd not said yes or not to anything. She also didn't know what to make of his man with his overly girly face. Maybe there was something to the whole group and that was part of their appeal. A group of hypersexual teenage assassins luring people in with sex and then murdering them didn't seem that farfetched. She'd heard of worse. What was more, his other pieces of conversation were something to be considered. He thought her too submissive to be on the same wavelength, the grin that crossed her face was a tiny bit murderous but still she noted the unsteady speed of the vehicle. "Uh-huh," she mentioned with a roll of her eyes. "Even pressure against that pedal, just the big toe, or so the teachers say... Mr. Dom," she mused as if unbothered. Though she did wonder if it'd be in violation of her rules if she came back with blood all over her dress and it was from a car accident instead of a murder. "Merge onto the highway. Also that button on the steering wheel well make the pedal stay at the right speed if you hit it to set it," she explained of the nature of driving the little things that were obviously missing. Thinking it was good that this wasn't a getaway. "And then take the exit near the Nakano Rose Gardens~" she gave the directions least likely to get them into a traffic accident with the constant starts and stops.

Meanwhile, Sakura was suffering a problem she wasn't sure she ever had before. A body covered in spunk for longer than a couple of minutes was far from normal. Childe as he apparently preferred to be called in this form seemed quite entertained by it and claimed to have needed a camera. It was very normal by her own perspective for demons to want to see their handiwork. Maybe this moment was giving her the hands on experience of why? In her own mind being completely overloaded like this was a good way to force the body's evolution still she couldn't just sit idly by. Her mind understood but there were so many questions to answer... perhaps she should just focus n her thoughts and leave everything else to do what it would. A gentle murmur more like a gurgle would occur as she tired to speak. "Iguh...have...." she couldn't finish the sentence. Why? Well her body was being moved. Her toes were curling it was trying to process but it couldn't do that, no spillage was happening and she could feel the overflow down her stomach and ass as her legs were lifted. "HYUUUUUCK!~" it went so deep it went so far. Her mind had to do all it could to process that sensation while she tried to think and she plunged plummeted into nothingness soon after. Well that was wrong, it wasn't nothingness she saw, but stars dotting her vision likely a hallucination given by her body to warn her mind. But... that didn't help because now it felt like she was seeing something else... some other her. With a look on her face she'd enver observed and a hair color that wasn't quite right. She'd reach for her, to get a feel for it, and when she touched it that iamge shattered like broken glass. All the while, her body seemed content to clamp to try to resist, but that wouldn't be happeing either, it was... swirling losing sensation as it was overloaded by foreign mana.

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Habakiri's ability to speak the same language as the others was limited, or at least... restricted. When presented with another sexual notion, she quickly addressed the topic of time while complaining about the frequency of such deviant comments. "No, we can't. Why? You haven't been too engrossed in killing to still be a virgin, have you?" he chattered further. "Or have you just never thought about how many uses something like a van could have? Shoes on, or shoes off?" he pressured. The snippy retort of Habakiri to his driving methods, Soma decided to use one of those knives he'd acquired. Surely if she was willing to give him driving advice while not being willing to take the wheel herself, she wouldn't mind having her seatbelt cut loose just above the clip. "Don't start talking about toes now, Ms. Doll," he responded. Soma wouldn't be using the cruise control setting at all. He intended to keep this vehicle, so he'd have to adjust properly or risk putting his life in one of the others' hands at random. "So, cooperation or death?" he wondered, seeming to drive a bit more recklessly than before even as slightly more skilled adjustments were made.

Sakura's body remained reactive. On the other hand, her mind seemed to be operating on a different wavelength entirely. Questions asked weren't receiving answers in the form of words ─ not proper ones anyway. Childe kept pumping the lass to overflow nonetheless, or rather... in keeping with the plan. Her body would continue being pummeled, now from above. In reality, they could no longer be considered passengers of that tour boat, but more importantly... Sakura's consciousness was no longer attached exclusively to this realm. In time, she'd see a path branching off an infinite number of times. After she shattered that first image of herself, she'd see... Childe, standing right in front of her on that main path. He was looking out to the many branches ─ most of which had various other versions of Sakura along it. "Here already, huh? That was quick. I thought you'd survive a few seconds longer than that," he said somewhat cryptically.

[Apollymi]

An extreme conversation was now happening in this car, and that the boy in the driver's seat was content to continue on the subject of deviance as if it was his sole goal in life to get under Habakiri's skin. "If I was a virgin with a body like this... there wouldn't just be something wrong with me. There'd be something wrong with the male population," an indirect answer, but also not one which fed one way or another into the goading process. Now he aimed to poke at what she may or may not have thought about vans. "I'm not taking off my shoes unless I am at home, that's weird..." she expressed earnestly. Well that wasn't it completely. No, she wouldn't take off her shoes for a few reasons but random sex in the back of a work fan definitely wasn't reason enough to get completely undressed. Ah, but it was better than that, it appeared that simply giving a few driving tips would have this particular boy having a strange reaction. He not only didn't follow those instructions but went on to cut her seatbelt and drive a bit more recklessly. With her seatbelt cut and a question presented she casually turned to the side. That mask of hers had been crumbling moment by moment and now there was an eerie calm which left her staring at the side of Soma's face seemingly without care about the potential for her life to be lost today. "Hoh? Is that threat for me? Do you think that works?" she asked rhetorically. "See, even if you wreck this van you can't actually be planning to kill yourself. And even if your aim is just to kill me... that won't get you what you want. You're too set on your meeting to get rid of your entry ticket. And even if I'm not the only one, you're too impatient to wait on the ones who already have an in..." she calmly explained, with a sadistic grin spread across her face. "You're also too much of a control freak to not learn how to drive properly. It'd only benefit you to take the advice," she finished the entire time she spoke and he drove like a madman her heartbeat remained steady and her pupils equal and reactive. It was as if nothing was going on right now but a Sunday morning drive. "Oh and in case you are one of those I asked a question sticklers... the answer is neither."

Meanwhile, Sakura was finding herself in a strange place. Well, she had to be in some sort of liminal space, by her own logic. She'd been thinking really hard, and she was pretty sure her body had shut down. Her thoughts were much clearer now... so perhaps this was something soul related. "No balance to be achieved the other way. My body wasn't ready and my soul was a single step below my mind at the time. I assume this space is soul related by that logic, and by your appearance here. Unless of course this is just some special power you possess... that's also likely. Even so, it's directly connected to me and all of my... instances," she mentioned seemingly amused to feel something more close to normal. "Oh, konbanwa, Onii-chan~" she offered a proper greeting as she began to walk what looked to be a long and linear path but there was much to see along this path, and much of it was her. "I should say that I am also willing to take any extra information you have. That was just what I've figured out in the last few seconds. Since my mind finally caught up to the rest of my thoughts." she mused.

[Bloodedge]

Habakiri was no virgin. He didn't truly think she was, but another look into her mind via that answer was useful. She truly was something more than the 'robot' she claimed to be at some earlier point in life. She proved herself to possess a form of self-confidence that went beyond skills of the trade, stabilizing the value of her own opinion with an additional qualifier. "Sou ka," he said, still calculating. A quick shift of his gaze in Habakiri's direction occurred when she spoke of the specific situation that would see her shoes removed. That sort of thing didn't come from nowhere. Soma had another missing piece of information to find out. First, his little 'threat' was addressed in a way that answered more questions than he expected. In the mental war that involved holding life hostage, someone wouldn't get an easy interrogation from this target. She saw through the rouse Soma presented and directly called his bluff. Overall, he could say she was missing only one point. Regardless, her answer to the question was a firm... neither. "I was right," was all Soma said after a few moments of silence and a broken visage. He wore the widest, most twisted grin while taking the final exit Habakiri mentioned. From there, even with a bit of swerving, he seemed to be making all the right moves toward a mansion. He'd already worked out the identity of Habakiri's boss, and a few ways to get through without her. Would he make use of the latter, though? No. As for what he was right about, Soma shared that information while stopping across the street from that mansion. "I like you. Let's go."

While Sakura resided within an unknown realm, Childe joined her. Being the clever girl she was, Sakura had no issues understanding what happened to her. She knew the hierarchy of her own soul, body and mind, and further assumed the place they now inhabited was connected to the soul. "Sort of," he replied while looking around almost aimlessly. There were so many versions of Sakura along those infinite branching paths, even though some paths were broken at various points. "This isn't something people are going to understand for a while. It's not a soul chamber or a mind... thing, and your body is dead by now on the outside. This place is... you. Everything you are, everything you could have been... and everything you stopped being. Alive, dead or anything else, everything that identifies as you ends up here. The bigger the path, the bigger the you in most cases. I did do a little trick to make it more digestible," he explained. Regarding her mind finally catching up to her own thoughts, Childe placed a finger to the side of his own head. "On that topic, where are we at mentally right now? Can you tell me what's happening outside as we speak?"

[Apollymi]

Dangerous driving was one thing but it seemed that it meant very little to Habakiri as she continued her very casual look into the side of this man's face. If you were going to gamble with life, an assassin by trade wasn't a good target for it. As a person she held no fear of death. Beyond that she had the ability to observe and knew when she was being interrogated, regardless of the method chosen. At the very least her directions were followed and it seemed he was taking the information he was being fed for whatever purpose he had use for it. Outside of the mansion in question they'd end up with him parked across the street. He was obviously planning to keep that van... not on her list of problems. Still the idea that this man liked her was oddly familiar. "I've heard that before... hai hai," she mused, finding that smile on his face to be more normal than anything else she'd seen so far. The truth of that statement put a bit more perspective on this man from her end. She picked up her box of knives and hopped out of the van, taking special care not to land on her heels and avoid both tripping over her dress and breaking her shoes. Only after this did she begin walking towards the front gate. Another message would be received as she arrived. "3658. Come to the second tea room." With that information a code could be punched into the front gate and the pair of them would be allowed to walk through. And with that, up the walkway they could go, into the front door and surprisingly enough upon entry this one would actually take off her shoes choosing the carry the heels in one hand as she walked through the house, leading towards a southwestern facing room. Upon reaching the door to this room a single voice would be heard. "Enter." and there behind seated behind a desk with perfectly arranged pieces on it was a woman with red hair and golden eyes which contained several rings. She sat with her hands interlaced under her chin looking at the door. On her desk beside her a phone she'd been using to send text messages.

Meanwhile, Sakura was suffering an out of body experience. Or rather, a spiritual awakening of some sort. This was about what she thought, but not really by Childe's explanation. It wasn't a soul chamber, or her mind space. Her body was 'dead' but this space was her. "I am not surprised. That explanation isn't really substantial. Still if this is the more digestible version then... the complexity is the thing that sets it apart," she concluded rather easily. "Sou ka, I have a theory then..." she decided. Well, there was only one thing to do when a theory was active and that was to test it. As for where she was at mentally, that was easy... "My body is done, trying to digest. Rather it couldn't and couldn't reach for any other part of me to help. But I can tell I am outside on that table being turned into soup. Legs up full plunge. Is such a dangerous thing..." she said calmly. Though I also know I am here... I thought maybe my mind would split to accommodate both sides, but it seems something else occurred as well," she mused as the biggest path was the one she walked along. "A liminal space that is all of me, bigger than the body, bigger than the Core, bigger than my Source... hmm another dimension of understanding was added. Or several I assume given this is a simplified view. What would a person call such a thing? And then there is the matter of looking for the me that solves the problem in a sea of me. I mean there have to be plenty who do it, but which is right for this particular situation and for the long term growth potential?" she wondered almost curiously. WAs the point of her being here to pick a piece of herself which she'd need tog et past this point of physical death? Or was it to encounter what she'd become and build off that? The possibilities were almost as infinite as the number of herself that she saw, splayed across the horizon.

[Bloodedge]

Somewhere in life, Habakiri knew someone that was enough like Soma to appreciate her particular brand of madness. He'd have to make some discoveries about that person as well. That would be added to the backburner just as other things had been. To Soma, it was far more important to meet the boss of this operation. The pair exited that van, and Soma ensured Habakiri was ahead of him the entire way up. A gate with a code was par for the course, he thought; maybe he'd invest in something along those lines. Ah, but his investments presently were of a totally different nature. Following into the mansion without bothering to remove his own shoes, Soma eventually found himself taking the lead upon reaching the door Habakiri seemed to be targeting. A demand to enter was given, so Soma took the initiative and burst through to the tea room without a care in the world. Once there, he stared directly into the face of a redhead he'd been expecting to see for quite some minutes now. "Shido Chiji. Finally..." he mused. Calm, collected and ever so dismissive was Soma as he sauntered over to the chair in front of that woman, dropping his rear into it and kicking his feet up onto the desk. "Did you like our selfie? I thought it was a great angle."

All the while, Sakura and Childe were having a nice little chat within a space none had discovered thus far. The space itself was her in every possible meaning, but its true form had a few too many dimensions for someone going through her current process. She did come up with a theory, though. This space was indeed greater than any concept held by mortal and divine alike in her timeline. As for what to call it... "It has a name. You'll have to take the long way around for that," he said with a finger to his lips. "Some words can't be spoken until the time is right. Ripples are an epidemic," he added. There was one more thing worth noting: whether Sakura's goal was to find a version of herself that solved this issue or not. As he meandered about and looked the lass up and down, Childe shook his head. "Nope. All versions are equally capable, but none of you have reached the answer yet. That's not your fault; that information is in a very specific place in the future. What you see here is just the versions of you spanning out for... about the next two years?" he chattered. "Right just now, you're the closest to an answer... but you're getting cold. The answer is in this conversation. Think about it."

[Apollymi]

Habakiri did indeed know someone who made the mannerisms of Soma palatable, in fact it could be said that she knew no one better than that particular individual. Oh well, that wasn't a matter of extreme importance in the moment. The lead was taken by Soma which was rather ballsy as a move, by Habakiri's own stance. He could have been shot, poisoned, or even had his head cut off on entry walking into a room with such reckless abandon. Still, she'd enter afterwards, placing her shoes and that case down by the door. "A couple light..." Makima mentioned seeming to have a unique knowledge of what should have been present in that case. "I wonder where they ended up~" was all Habakiri said in response before she headed over to a small sink area. She'd begin washing her hands while going on about her duties as she knew she should. "Three cups." that was interesting as a directive, but her hands would be completely cleaned while this lad made his entrance and conversation. "It was cute." that was it, three words were spoken. Still she didn't move and instead seemed nothing but amused by this lad's antics. It'd been quite a while since something so loud had entered her space for seemingly unknown reasons. Even his lax and dismissive demeanor didn't seem to bother her at all, those feet up on her desk she didn't even seem to notice. After an appropriate amount of time, three cups of tea were made and poured and brought over, by Habakiri. A sugar container was brought over as well and three sugar cubes exactly ere dropped into Makima's cup. The dish would be left where it was, while Habakiri picked up a cube for herself only to saunter over to a nearby couch and sit, with her legs tucked beneath her person.

While a standoff of sorts started a journey of understanding started elsewhere. Apparently the thing beyond the forms of evolution she understood already was named but not in a way that could presently be spoken. That much made sense. "The long way around... huh?" that sounded like something she'd heard before, but here in a space occupied by the her of the current two year span of her life, she supposed, it was normal to radiate a bit. Ripple, as he said. What was more according to this man, it wasn't her fault that she couldn't quite get the answer. Any of her could be used for this purpose, but he claimed she was the closest to the answer, but getting colder. Hm, she needed to think then. What about this conversation she'd been having held the answer? "This conversation started out with some questions both asked and answered. If I am the closest to the answer right now, then something said, mentioned or questioned holds the key," she started think, going through her mental processes aloud if only because she wasn't the type to cut off anyone from learning even if they didn't take the same things she did from her words. "You thought I would last longer before ending up here... but I did. I know that because I could tell you what we are both doing outside of this place. Unless..." a pause took place in her thought patterns. "No, that doesn't make sense, does it?" she questioned her eyes alight with spare thoughts.

[Bloodedge]

The first thing Makima took note of was a lack of weight in the box Habakiri brought home. That gave Soma some assumptions to make regarding expectations of this woman. Perfect posture, a well-organized room just to meet some random troublemaker in, pickiness over the state of her underling and notice of the smallest detail in what she returned with. The only thing that could have been added was notice of Soma wearing the green-haired woman's glasses... but surely that was just something she hadn't thought, or didn't care, to mention. This one seemed refined to a fault. He'd call her an obsessive compulsive perfectionist, a control freak the likes of which this world shouldn't have produced naturally, but also... someone who held herself on a very high podium that was getting higher with time. So then, what did such a woman think of the picture she saw? Apparently, she found it cute. Habakiri moved by with a tray of tea, one cup clearly meant for Soma. Perhaps he should have been skeptical of it? It could have been poisoned or otherwise drugged, but... there was a reason he stepped into the room so haphazardly, and it was the same reason he snatched that teacup and gulped it down, black as tar. "You're cute. Let's talk business," he said plainly. There wasn't much beating around the bush to be done between people like them, Soma thought. He had every reason to believe they already had use for each other, so he very quickly produced his first demand while pointing at Habakiri. "As it stands, I want that one."

The long way around was a method of approach Sakura would be hearing a lot more of ─ just as others in her group would. Sakura's path wasn't as long as many others, though. A few things were to be held back as necessity to preserve this reality, but then... how important this reality was to Sakura, depended on Sakura. Her mental processes started aloud, not that Childe minded her vocal musings at all. In fact, he found this state endearing for her type. He remained silent to let her think through it all, mentally acknowledging that she was on the right track. The key to advancement was all in one question, one answer... and one eventual conclusion when those things were connected to reality. Her thoughts about knowing what was going on in reality prompted another thought, it seemed. Something didn't make sense... or did it? "Who knows? I wasn't paying attention~" he lied. "I was just wondering if you'd ever been made a pet before. I think you'd make a fun one~"

[Apollymi]

Makima was sitting across from a troublemaker with enough sense to work out what she was up to, her connections to the underground and her general motivations. She might have assumed he was a different individual, if he'd not barged into her workplace to talk business. She had it under good authority that, that particular boy was still living in Tokyo with his younger sister. So what of the young man in front of her, who barged in without any skepticism. Who took items belonging to assassins as if they were free and who drank an entire cup of tea, no sugar at all like he worried for nothing? He said she was cute and and wanted to talk business. "I would assume so..." she commented almost absently as she took a sip of tea. A deal? A trade? Free roam of her city? What did this boy want that led him to sitting in front of her in such a way? Ah, he wanted Habakiri. That girl managed to only sigh, she figured that was where this was going at least a little, "Oh? you don't seem surprised, Ki-hi~" she mentioned of the girl's lack of real reaction first. "He's been interrogating me since we met. Was awful pushy about it. Even threatened me..." she explained. "Oh, but then he said he liked me," she offered over her own tea cup. "Sou ka, that does explain it. And here I was wondering why he had your sunglasses..." Makima said without too much more thought. "Still you can't honestly think I'd give her to you, especially not as permanently as you make that sound. She's a part of a matched pair," Makima said as she turned her attention back tot he boy across from her. "I'm very particular about things like that, as I am sure you've already realized." Makima said. But what did a man like this think to get from her when he wasn't allowed what he wanted. Habakiri was quite the individual and prolific killer, and if the one called Kusanagi was a masterful interrogator and torturer. Then Habakiri was a masterful infiltrator and scout. They truly were a well matched pair.

Meanwhile, Sakura was working through this new space she was getting to know, and trying to work through the problem of her rapidly declining physical form. She'd been speaking aloud as one who generally allowed her thoughts the freedom to be absorbed and used by others, but it would seem that Childe wasn't using her words for such a purpose. Well, that was likely a lie, he seemed like he heard everything she'd been saying and followed along. But he was... menacingly misleading at every turn. Actually he'd been that way since they met... so what was he saying this time. In addition to the pieces she'd put together he was thinking she'd make a good pet, and wondering if she'd been one before. Her answer was quick... "Iia, I haven't been made a..." she paused. "No, I have... the me you're pounding is Hirrun's pet..." she paused. "Oh..." she said turning back to look at Childe with a large grin on her face. "Hehehe...hahahaha...HAHAHAHEHEHEHEAHAHAH!~" she laughed almost hysterically after figuring out the important points. "You were really going to let me think like that weren't you? You were going to let me think that the one outside is me and she might be, but she's not me... well, not the me who obviously no longer has a body because she was being pounded a bit too furiously into paste by the likes of you..." she said shaking her head. "Was being his pet really the difference maker in this case? Does the effect of his mana extend more by taking in that much more of it... a little slip? A minor miscalculation... really ended my own path? No, an accident, a coincidence? We were experiencing something similar at the same time, and my mind bridged hers when she was trying to think. And she connected to me... here... inside us," she said a small smile on her face. "Isn't that exciting, am I right... O-nii-chan?~"

[Bloodedge]

Soma wanted the one who went by the name Habakiri in his collection. It was a quickly growing group, but someone able to mercilessly take life and move on was sorely lacking for his end-game goals. Habakiri made herself a more than viable target, and didn't even seem surprised that he made such a demand. After the interrogation, he saw it as possible. Alas... "You still think I was threatening you? You've got room to grow after all~" he commented, never taking his eyes off the redhead across the desk. Of course he didn't think Habakiri would be handed over. After all, who would let go of such an asset? Soma already understood the key factors at play here. "I don't expect anything of the sort. She made it very clear how dedicated she is to working for you. Dedication like that goes beyond respect; it's become part of survival instinct at this point. I'm remiss to say I couldn't take her if I tried. Not that I would keep someone like that," he muttered. Makima called the other woman part of a matched pair. With that, Soma had a few more theories. A sibling? Those seemed common. There was something in Kaguya's memories before he was born... something very similar to Habakiri, and someone who... ah! "Kusanagi? That makes sense. I have no use for that one," he decided in the moment of realization. "And your OCD isn't going to split them up without good reason. So, we've reached the second part of negotiations. What is the hidden queen of the underworld missing? What's the price of a doll's life worth? And most importantly... why isn't the control freak in control of everything in Osaka?"

For the second time today, Childe was seeing Sakura enter a fit of hysteria. This one was no pet, but he'd also been at the receiving end of the opposite claim. The Sakura he spoke with was not the same one being pounded into oblivion as they spoke ─ her oblivion had already been met. The grin on Childe's face couldn't be peeled off; there was even the slightest hint of laughter underneath it. He barely managed to hold it in while Sakura vented her very excited thoughts. In the end, there was a question. Was she right? "Mostly, yes. It wasn't a miscalculation that ended your path, though. That was me. The one fucking you, was me. The other me is still on that side. Look behind you," he said, gesturing to the rear of Sakura where a path behind her had recently crumbled. He'd brought that one to an end with purpose, but... he'd also influenced that reality into existence to the same end. "Your minds bridged to each other at the same moment. You know what's happening there, she knows what's happening here. Parallel Thought... to Parallel Minds. It's the ultimate form of Deja Vu. Now that you're both conscious of each other, you'll stay magnetized to each other. The problem here is... I really did think you would last a bit longer. She's the one that's still going, and that version of me is in the future. My plan was to hold back on you a bit more, give myself enough time to make sure I could obliterate the second 'you' I visited. That one is still going to die, but I don't know how long it'll take for the full death. That means it's up to you now. Well... I probably already know it's fine if I'm still going out there, but... there's also a chance I've got no idea. It's always weird being the one that has to get there. . ."

[Apollymi]

Soma thought that Habakiri thought herself threatened. As she remained seated on the couch she kept up, drinking her tea seemingly just a little agitated. "A threat is a threat... even when uttered as a part of interrogation the threat still stands," she said simply. Whether she knew ahead of time this was part of his tactic or whether she'd really been calling his bluff in that van didn't really matter. She wasn't looking for a change of leadership, she was looking for threats to her leader. "You feel strongly about that, breathe Ki-hi..." Makima mentioned. A deep breath was taken and it seemed to calm her down quite a bit... Makima knew that girl was prone to showing her face once her emotions hit a certain level of disturbance. Meanwhile, there was something in Soma's speech which brought the lightest upturn to Makima's lips, "Not interested in poaching? Or is it simply a matter of not trusting a fickle heart? I don't blame you split loyalties are always best when grown and devotion is most easily kept when it belongs solely to you," she mentioned as if it was a perfectly normal thought. Still, the mention of Kusanagi by name even made Habakiri's brows raise, she didn't like that mention at all, but with Makima in the room she'd keep it to herself though she did sit down that tea cup to go on to clasping her hands in her lap. "Are you asking out of curiosity or do you think you can offer me something? The things I want I am already in the process of securing... " she said using the items aligned on her desk to demonstrate. "I am the governor of this region, so acts of government cross my desk for final approval." she explained. "I might also have control of a certain group of people who handle certain problems. And that connection branches me into several other places." she explained. and the last piece might have been two things... she said bringing two pencils together to complete her triangle. "One fled but left his influence, the other... hasn't finished consolidating yet... or so I hear. I have people on it, but the entire situation is the sort that needs more finesse and less force." she said.

Meanwhile, the Sakura that was in the special space, was coming to the conclusion and she and the one outside were only parallel of each other and not precisely the same. She'd died this day at a certain moment and was standing on the crumbling road of her own branching timeline. "Sou ka, Parallel Minds, starting at Parallel Thought and becoming whole by reaching into parallel planes of existence," she made her understanding clear enough. What was more, Childe had planned this for the most part... the form of her self being pounded into paste was still going to die, but how long that took was up for debate. He'd not planned this as precisely as one would while running an experiment, not it seemed it was a bit more freeform as an idea. "Sou ka, so I have a limited amount of time to construct a form that both of us can settle into, before our minds fully settle in together?" she said carefully. Ah, she could do that... but which forms should she absorb to make it the best? Well... if it was up to her lines like her own would be easiest to concentrate. There was much potential to be found in the failures of her other selves. Yes, she'd work with that line of thought and begin her journey to pick up her otherselves and incorporate them into her next being. "A me, who didn't have Oyaji there the first time I tried something extreme, she blew herself up~" she said at the end of one road. She extended an arm and dark tendrils extraced her pulling her into her new form. Her next few steps there after would be trailed in starlight.

[Bloodedge]

"Hai hai, whatever you say Twinkle-toes~" was all Soma would say to Habakiri. His focus for now was Makima, even if he noted an unusual movement from the green-haired woman at mention of Kusanagi's name. There was a trauma there, Soma thought. Oh well; it was nothing he needed use of now. "My method of poaching would be different. I think I'd rather take out the head to take over the body... but you've got no need to worry about that either. I like your potential, so I'd rather not waste future connections by lopping this head off," Soma mused most casually. As for Makima's side of negotiations, she apparently had need of nothing. Everything she wanted, she was getting... or so she believed. On paper, Makima was right. She had a position of great political power, and one of even greater power in the underworld of this prefecture ─ and likely beyond. Soma listened to her little speech intently, knowing there were factors at play that couldn't even be explained and believed without concrete evidence. Alas, he also knew several truths at work that could easily make her every acquisition moot. "It must be nice to think you're at the top and no one is able to rip the floorboards from under you," he said just as calmly as everything else thus far. "So you think I've got nothing to offer you? Three cubes of sugar went into your cup. If you poured another cup, your entire regime could be taken down by a single teenager before you finished sweetening it. There are things at play that you and your people have no idea about, and I'm sure some of those things are what you're up against. You think controlling most of the underworld is enough to let you pound the rest of it into submission? You're going to wake up something that'll drag you into another dimension, rape everything you thought was near and dear, and leave it all behind while they rise to a podium you can't even see the bottom of from your little perch."

Childe never stopped meandering about, but he also never stopped looking at Sakura... even if there was the occasional glance at a variant or two nearby. She was under time constraints he didn't even know the limits of, all because this was his first time seeing things from this side of the equation as well. "A limited time before she dies and it stops mattering what happens with both of your minds, really. That's my bad. There's not really a way to test these things beforehand," he complained to the universe while rubbing his head. Sakura went on to start collecting fragments of herself, beginning with one at the end of a broken path. That one experienced self-destruction during one of her earlier experiments ─ a thing he could expect of a demon who didn't understand how much bigger they were. "Yikes," he muttered. With that first choice made, Childe became rather interested in Sakura's selections moving forward. Already, she was showing signs of a variant he knew very, very well. Would that be the end result, or would she be something even greater? Time would tell.

[Apollymi]

Habakiri's face scrunched up just a little, the thought of being called 'Twinkle Toes' gave her a flash of anger that needed to be suppressed. 'I have killed people for less...' she thought as she held her left temple with a very twitchy hand. "Breathe." that was the order given and the one followed. Calling her reliance on Makima a survival instinct wasn't necessarily wrong. "How very Machiavellian of you," Makima mentioned as if amused. In truth she might not have had more mentally stimulating conversation in years. This boy was so young and so sure of his ideations. He uttered threats that most wouldn't have dared thing in her presence and she found it... intriguing. She felt no need to worry about what he said about lopping her head off, because it seemed he wouldn't do it. Given the way he'd walked in here, she'd assumed his motivations were much more straight forward than that. Whatever the case, it would seem that this lad had the wrong idea, Makima continued to smile as she heard him out, and he did have much to say. The lines he drew seemed to contain insider information, references to those new people she was now hearing so much about with their special skills that put them on par with some of her best born and raised. "Do you really think I'd entertain talking to you if I thought myself safe or big enough? I have higher aims than this place and higher ones still, what I am looking for is trustworthy individuals who will follow orders and do what I need. You think too much to be a dog and your ambitions are wildly unfocused for what I need. So tell me, what exactly do you want and what are you willing to actually do for my benefit, to get it. Those are the only important points here..." she explained of her take on his information provided. A lot of things in the world were unexplained, like those murders that had been so recently performed which looked like others. She already had some information about oddities in the world, there was no harm in gaining a little more information to use in her own way.

Meanwhile, Sakura was having her time limit confirmed. Apparently, this wasn't the type of experiment that could have exactness as part of it, it wasn't something he'd seen all the way through yet. "Sou ka, so it's like an experiment for you too. Well, good thing I have at least a full mind to dedicate to this activity, right Jaxu~" she mused. And she moved along, an utterance of surprise was heard about that particular fragment she'd picked up. It was truly a sad end. And there were more yet to come, "Eww, a death to a well-fed Kakihara. That just makes me want to cuck him again..." she said as she picked up that version of herself as well. "Oh? A me that was kidnapped by the rapey Sea God..." she mused that one would be worth delving into. She kept moving along the road, not jsut to ones who died, but also to those whose paths came to an end a bit too swiftly. "I found my way to the broken island and ended up paired with their fake hero? I could have done better..." she said shaking her head but still reaching for the fragment. And with everyone consumed her body gained mass. "Oh, the one who followed the real hero and learned about soul flames~" she claimed as if that was actually something worth looking into. Her body was forming becoming larger. She was gathering pieces, growing air. Her feet were steadily becoming starlight, her hands too, were starting to be dusted by it. "Lives without Kazzun are always so boring... " she mumbled as she pulled in several such fragments with various endings. A gathering was taking place and as her body became more complete, well, extras started to fill in other places.

[Bloodedge]

The attitude of Habakiri was going to be an issue if he actually took her in at any point. Soma carried that knowledge with him as he ranted and ranted, still avoiding giving the redhead too much information. She seemed to understand there were greater forces at work, albeit with no sense of those forces' depth. "I think if you had any idea how out of your league you are, you would have had more people brought along than me. It's the kind of problem someone would think to throw caution to the wind for," he replied. Moving on, Makima wanted to know his desires and what he could do for her benefit. Obviously she wasn't listening hard enough. "Chess pieces are what I want. You," he said, pausing to look in Habakiri's direction. "Tell me your name," he demanded. "You won't get someone who will follow orders out of me. I'm going to be so much bigger than you. What you'll get instead... is a partnership. You don't want me to be the one tearing down your establishment, right? No one will ever know it was me. Turn on the news," he added, knowing that idiot from earlier should have been discovered in some obvious place by now. "Either you can work with me, or I can work by myself. I can open your eyes to things you can't even understand right now... and crazy as it might sound, that'll probably involve opening your legs first. Doesn't matter. A driver's license, a house, a gun... and a Knight for my chess collection. If you think that's ridiculous, then I welcome you to wait on the decision until you've met the other boy you're probably calling for by now. He's the three-second guy, in case you were wondering."

Childe was indeed performing an experiment of his own. It was a bit more of a mandatory success than he wanted it to be, but such was the way things happened at times. True to Sakura's words, it was favorable that her mind was at their disposal. "That makes a big difference. It's always annoying to have nothing but stupid people along to explain these things to. All that time talking just for them to be useless for execution. It's lose-lose," he complained openly. Moving on, Sakura was doing precisely what he wondered about. Her second choice was noteworthy as it involved a death by fault of her first terrible decision. Childe couldn't judge her for something done in ignorance, but he could chime in when she continued. "You want help with that? I cuck people as part of my vacations all the time," he offered. A third Sakura remnant had fallen due to the god Enki. Things didn't get much better when one of the variants died whilst connected to a false hero near her birthplace, though the one immediately afterwards was quite decent. Not all ended paths were deaths ─ some were cut short simply because they contained unnecessary spoilers. She went on to comment on how lives were boring when Kazuhiko wasn't involved. Obviously she hadn't seen some of the others yet, but Childe's response remained nonetheless. "Woah, ouch? They can't all be boring, right?"

[Apollymi]

Habakiri might have been a bit of an attitude problem waiting to happen but such was the exchange for her living past the point most traumatic in her life. Moving on fromt hat it would seem that this lad though Makima to be completely out of her own depth. His claim being that she'd be less cautious about such meetings if she knew how big the problem actually was, "Hm." just that noise. Well, she'd take most things with a grain of salt. She was more the type of person who needed to see how something worked to fully believe in it. Even if she knew of her own type of oddity from time to time. And oddly enough she would see, as a demand was made of Habakiri where she sat, a demand for her to tell this lad her name. It wasn't something she'd done, she'd not even given her real name when giving her number to the lad in the card shop. Protecting one's legitimate identity was part and parcel of being an assassin, so why, was her mouth already opening and the sound falling out long before she had time to consider what she was doing. "Kirihara Kyoka," she uttered only to realize afterwards what had happened. Makima for her part in this didn't seem upset, she merely watched as one of her favored charges seemed to be upset and want to lash out. "It's fine, stay seated... I don't blame you." Makima mentioned which seemed to keep her from moving but didn't quell her anger at all. However he'd managed to compel her, it was definitely something beyond regular methods or even hypnosis, both of which she was trained to identify, ignore and fake in the right situations. Her description of his lad as Machiavellian was more spot on than she'd realized. When told to turn on the TV, she angled her eyes to Kyoka and watched as a screen lit up. A news channel would be showing a man who'd apparently made a spectacle of killing himself with five bodies on his person. "Oh, not exactly what I had in mind when I mentioned cleaning up a mess. Still, not bad," she mentioned as if genuinely impressed. If one thought such information would scare Makima it didn't. If nothing else it brought into perspective the oddities surrounding a certain other political scandal and let her know she'd been right to start looking for new people. It also gave the hint that the boy she already wanted to see would be useful to her, and likely more easily managed than this one, which is likely why he came here first. Ambitious. "A knight, a house, a driver's license and a gun..." she said thinking it over. As far as a list went that one wasn't too steep. Most of them were easily gotten though the personnel issue was one which would require a bit of balancing to find the right fit. "Gender preference for your knight, and a name for your things," it wasn't a question it was a necessary detail. She'd definitely withhold those things until she was absolutely certain of what would be provided, but if she got what she wanted they'd be simple enough to supply.

Meanwhile, Sakura was picking up pieces of herself to rebuild her form while Childe had complaints to launch about the stupidity of others in these same times. "Hai hai, always a bit annoying when they can't keep up. But that just means when someone can, it feels so rewarding~" she claimed on her own. As she collected there was commentary, he'd help her cuck Kakihara again? "Sou, I am working on an entire baby for exactly that purpose and I still want to do it again. keep it on the back burner, it doesn't have to be a baby this time. I suppose. We might be able to slip in a good one~" she claimed with an amount of amusement which was devious in its nature. As for her mention of boring lives that didn't include Kazuhiko a chuckle came from her, "Hehe, gomen gomen... I didn't mean it like that. I assume any that include you as well can be classified as equally enticing and exciting~" she clarified, if only because she was gaining understanding. Though not completely. As such she walked upon the last one, "I really hate when I see my experimentss that go so far left. I know I always say there are risks involved, but...the creepy father god has to be my least favorite ending. Definitely bottom 3 ways to die." she concluded as she reached out for that last one. Her form was ever large. Sparkling legs which seemed to be draped in the void of starry space, arms too dipped in sparkling night starlight. She'd sprouted wings, horns a glowing crown. She'd traced the passage of all of her failures into a pure exploration of her own desires... and she'd found, something whole. "This should do nicely, big enough for all of us... all that potential, should be big enough for what you're offering that me getting pounded right now, right... O-nii-chan~" she said knowing that this would still require her to properly magnetize at the point of death.

[Bloodedge]

Kirihara Kyoka was the name of the green-haired woman he'd been in the company of lately. He'd have to remember that in the future, as he still wanted to at least figure out what she could truly bring to the table. As for Makima, she did go about switching on the television to see news of Kyoka's former dog. Her observation of events was a bit lacking for what Soma intended, but... the seeds he intended to plant were all planted in the moment. Besides, it seemed he could acquire the things he needed from the redhead. That wasn't the full list of his desires, but it would suffice for this particular negotiation. All Makima needed to start was a short list of things, which included a name and his future knight's gender. "Remember that open legs thing I was talking about? That was important. I won't take a man unless he's better than her by at least 30%," he said, gesturing toward Kyoka. A bit of contemplation was to follow. "The name... Noel Stollen for identification purposes. For an act of good faith... Asakura Soma. Take that, and know that I don't take well to betrayal. I don't care how big you think you are. If you cross me, you and everyone connected to you will find out death is a gift I'm not generous enough to give my enemies. Alternatively, you could sign yourself up for something else. I'm still in the market for a good Queen piece too."

Childe didn't have much additional purpose in the space filled with Sakura's variants, but he did have reason to keep discussing matters with her. She mentioned a child being processed for the purpose of exacting some form of vengeance against Shota. Having a bit of foreknowledge, Childe laughed. "Have fun with that one. It might turn out better than you thought," he mentioned. Childe wouldn't be keeping any plans on the backburner, though. Instead... "I'll just skip ahead to when it happens. Make the new you work, and you'll end up with my number... sort of," he mentioned. Regarding the realities in which he was connected to Sakura in Kazu's place, she did assume they would be entertaining. She had no idea. Childe would say nothing more about that initially, choosing instead to view the variant who fell to another of the annoying gods. What he found most interesting was the effectiveness of her parallel mind, as she seemed to be thinking of some variants in hindsight before absorbing them. Indeed, what she had thus far was suitable. "Based on what I'm seeing right now... yeah, you're ready for that. Well... you won't die at least. You'll probably awaken a secret thing that I can't explain to you right now. And if it doesn't work, you could always just go here," he said while gesturing toward a long, thick path leading to a version of Sakura startlingly similar to her current appearance. That variant was paired with a male figure with long black hair, red eyes and a perpetually displeased expression toward the outside world. "Have fun either way it goes. Oh, and... don't step on anybody's shadow too hard for the first fifteen hours or so."

[Apollymi]

Kyoka had given her name and was apparently still on an interest list for the boy who'd hitched a ride with her back home. By her own understanding of this situation, Makima found his musings at least interesting enough to humor him. First on his list was about his gender preference for a knight, according to him, his earlier reference to opening legs was his obvious preference and he wouldn't accept a man who wasn't at least 30 percent better than Kyoka. "I remember every word of this conversation. I might need to reference it... Still, I do not judge so the question was necessary. Gentle follow up, what percentage of Ki-hi do you rate her attitude?" There were always options for this sort of thing and perhaps even a few others could be offered up to this point but it'd have to be a careful selection. Beyond that point the name he wanted for his documentation was Noel Stollen. Interesting choice for a cover, but she wouldn't judge that either. She simply made a note of it on a sticky note which was under her hand. Apparently this lad didn't take kindly to betrayal and gave his legitimate name as an act of good faith. She'd keep it in mind and look into anyone with that surname to make sure there were no incidental overflows. You could never go wrong with a bit of extra information and running a bit of interference in a secondary situation was always a good way to level the tables at these sorts of negotiations. It came with a certain amount of benevolence. "That isn't anything to worry about. I am not in the habit of crossing allies... it is not a good way to keep them. Though I appreciate the warning..." Makima said. The truth of the matter was she was a bit more protective of her assets than that. "As for that last offer, I'll respectfully decline. I am more of an absolute kind of ruler..." she mentioned without fail. With that out of the way, Makima figured that anything else would be handled when it popped up. She'd be reserving the things he asked for and deciding if they were needed by the time she met with her next target. She still needed a proper debriefing which she would now be getting about that missing oaf and her extended contact with Asakura Soma as well as how she felt about that command she'd followed despite years of training.

Meanwhile, a once ended Sakura was finding new life, and having confirmation of her successful baby making. "Oh? That's exciting, I can't wait to see how he turns out..." she said of her next child, whose gender was about the only thing she'd determined. Ah but that wasn't all, if a cucking was coming apparently this man would be skipping ahead to that point. A grin crossed her face as she found out she would soon have his phone number, kind of... "Hai, Jaxu~" she said seemingly amused by that information. Finally, they were at a point of branching. It would seem that Sakura had enough of herself to finish this form of hers, all the while there was a certain acknowledgement of the depth she might lack. It would seem that she could go where she wanted and there were options. The one up ahead was a rather interesting one to look at, it was almost worth abandoning her current thoughts for. "Tempting, tempting... I want to check it out but... I should try this way first~" she said. "Ja ne Onii-chan~" she claimed hearing that last bit about a shadow she took the path towards her self being pummeled ands started the process of forcing herself into it. At the same time, that Sakura was losing her grip. She'd been seeing something in her mind, aware of a deep thinking moment which had gone astray around the same time she stopped being able to feel her body properly. The light in that Sakura's eyes were fading and her hips had stopped moving.

[Bloodedge]

"I could do with or without it," was all Soma had to say about Kyoka's attitude, or her personality in general for that matter. He didn't see it as a deal breaker, nor did he see it as a hard selling point. Most things could work. After all, he had a few methods of dealing with all types if need be. Moving on, Soma came to realize how very alike he and the woman ahead of him were. She wasn't one to double-cross allied forces for similar reasons to his own. No tool could have use if its owner broke it or tossed it into a trash bin. "That's why you are where you are," he commented. His offered 'Queen' position was addressed thereafter. As either of them could have anticipated, Makima turned it down to avoid clashing leadership. He figured as much. Still, there were always methods, always answers. "I know what you are. It would be stupid of you to take that kind of deal anyway... but this won't be the only time we talk about that, or something like it. People like us can really make use of each other." With that said, Soma finally shifted himself out of that chair. Once he was standing on his own feet, he tilted Kyoka's sunglasses down onto his eyes. One final clause would be shared with Makima as he departed. "Between five and sixteen habitable rooms for the house. I can make any number between those two work for my collection. Hold the bugs."

Sakura showed a momentary interest in joining with the variant Childe pointed out. Alas, that was not where this version of her fit best. It wasn't a simple choice between him and Kazuhiko, but instead the superior choice of... all best endings in one playthrough. That was the sort of realm Sakura was walking into, and the sort Childe would be growing alongside his own primary partner. "I thought you'd say that. See you on the other side~" he bid, watching her departure intently. On that other side, Sakura's limp body was still being battered even as the light left her eyes. Childe had her right leg lifted over his shoulder, leaving the left to dangle off something that should have been a table, but was currently just some solid surface in a shadowy, star-filled realm. The only thing around them was that dark abyss and multiple pools of Childe's essence in, on and around Sakura, and even on the man himself. "Oh come on, you're not dead yet!" he cheered. Surely the plan worked in time, or... perhaps what Sakura needed was another massive influx of energy? Well, she'd be getting that whether it was necessary or not ─ even if she'd been filled to the brim since the first couple of minutes passed.

[Apollymi]

Kyoka had one of the more extreme personalities of Makima's personnel. If her personality wasn't necessarily a deal-breaker then there were quite a few options she could potentially look into, surely there were a few who would find a job working for a man like Noel Stollen better than being crushed under Makima for whatever reason. "Noted." she said to that point. Apparently, her stance on betrayal had them aligned in a resonating sort of way. Given this was a sticking point she assumed she wouldn't have to worry about his betrayal at any point in the near future. Most didn't cross her for similar reasons. Still the matter of his open queen position wasn't one which was apparently asked with full intention of gaining acceptance. "Oh? Are you still testing me?" she questioned lightly, and almost rhetorically. Whatever the case, this may or may not have been a point that was revisited later. The last thing this lad had to say before an exit while putting on those sunglasses directly in front of Kyoka and earning himself a glare was, how many rooms he needed in that 'house' he'd asked for. "That's a small army's worth of living space. But I'll see what I can do... and I suppose in the interest of fairness, I won't place bugs," she said knowing she would stick to her own word about it, even if she found it annoying. As he left she had but one thing to say to Kyoka, "I know they were your favorites but avoid making a fuss right now," she uttered. "They were limited editions. You know how hard it is to get those? There is only one other person I've ever even seen with a pair..." Kyoka griped.

Meanwhile, Sakura's two sides were joining back together. A little goodbye would be leading to a major hello soon after. One of her legs was up an on Childe's shoulder, her back was pressed flat to a surface that was once a table. She was surrounded by darkness, getting pounded into paste, as that orange haired man would have said. But once more her body couldn't hold on any longer. She exhaled a breath seeming to lose consciousness and all else. Perhaps she'd died. But... Childe spoke to her and offered energy. Did she need it? Not really, but it was a good catalyst. As her secondary consciousness forced her new self forward, she shut down only to have that burst of mana spilling into her person, start her anew. A deep breath was taken as her body paled in the darkness. Those eyes of hers opened a jewel red color. Her hair once shoulder length and purple turned white and began to move, with the image of the stars reflected underneath. "WOOOOH~ My brain is on fire♥~" she chimed as ehr body began feeling again. That tingle at her scalp spread along her body as she condensed, compacted and her form became something more but also more compressed. She'd lost no real dimension but she'd gained quite a bit of weight, and any expelled mana on her person once again began the absorption process as was natural. "I have so much stuff in my head right now. I assume this means the experiment worked... and I got a body and a second brain that's interesting~" the girl known as Sakura spoke those words, but her voice and body sounded a bit different from the norm.

[Bloodedge]

Was Soma testing Makima in those final moments? No, surely not. He'd thrown out that offer preemptively to ensure it was already floating around in her head somewhere. They would definitely be having this conversation again, ideally only after Soma had some accommodations. No way was he going to stick around with that oversized and growing group of immature deviants while building his own army; he needed room to breathe. All the pieces were now in place to set a new plan of action in motion. That included, of course, the sunglasses he now wore on his face. Soma didn't intend to keep those either. Kyoka would probably be wanting them back, he figured... and he'd be waiting with them when the time came.

Sakura's body was not long for this world. The more Childe pummeled away, the more he felt her slipping, mind and soul all but ready to vacate the premises. In one crucial moment, however, a sharp inhale occurred. Her eyes opened to show a new color, her hair grew out and morphed, and her words finally returned. Parallel Mind had been officially achieved in this reality. Their little experiment was a success. Finally, Sakura was absorbing mana offered to her at a more reasonable rate. Childe thought to congratulate the lass with another shot to the womb, after which he quickly retracted himself to spray at range toward her face. "Konbanwa, Kochou♥~" he greeted. "You look more familiar now. I'd have to dig a little deeper to completely break you down. I guess you should get a birthday present. What would you like?" he wondered, taking another opportunity to have a peek at Sakura's mentality.

[Apollymi]

While Soma was exiting with seeds planted and trails left in his wake, that card shop was returning to normalcy aside from one crucial detail. One Iino Miko was still occupying the lap of Akaba Reiji. She'd heard things quiet down, and knew they could have left several moments prior to thi sone, but... she'd been busy on two fronts. On the one side she'd been adding a few specialty figures to the shopping cart for herself, Kazuhiko and a few of the others. And secondly she'd been, rather casually riding Reiji's cock in the way that humans were used to. But all of that was on the verge of changing. At some point, she'd given up her forward facing position and had changed her position to be facing the man as she mounted him. She was rocking her hips so casually yet, with a rhythm which seemed to be there exclusively because she enjoyed it. All of this so she could look at his face at a very pivotal moment. "Are you ready, Reiji-san, it's almost time for the best part~" Miko mentioned in a lightly devious way. Her plan to wait until she reached the epitome of her orgasm and sink directly cementing the physical contact with Reiji in such a way as to bury him iwthin her womb, with the magical force of gravity applied. A little bit was fine to use, she reasoned, especially with a cock like his for the final squeeze and an epic finish to their 'Lunch Break'.

At the same time, a freshly awakened and reconstituted 'Sakura' was still being pounded by Childe. Even so, he acknowledged the change in her appearance as one he was more familiar with. A greeting and well wishes were in order, so what would she like for her birthday, it took nothing but a moment for her to decide. "Eh? Since I am strong enough to need more power to break now... how about a new connection like one I haven't seen before... something for me to work on~" she asked directly. She wasn't the type to fully enjoy just material things. If she was going to be left with a gift, she'd rather something more akin to a puzzle or mystery. Something she could sink her mental teeth into. Speaking of sinking, with one leg over his shoulder, the other would begin wrapping around his waist, pulling him in as her hips finally began proper movement once more. "Oh? New body has all the important stuff too, might as well give it a go~" she said almost teasingly. "Oh, I suppose I'll need a name too eventually... I'll think on it~"

[Bloodedge]

Reiji was getting a bit too old for the shenanigans these teens kept bringing his way. Miko was really managing to work him over, even while she casually kept filling the online cart with desired items. He couldn't have done that if he tried. In fact... Reiji did try, and fail, numerous times over during their session. How she managed to remain so candid, he didn't know. The power of youth was something else nowadays. Apparently, the best part had yet to come. Surely she wasn't going to pull something even more ridiculous, right? Wrong. The 'best part' she alluded to was, in fact, a downward movement that would have been regarded as impossible if he hadn't experienced it before. Even with prior experience, the sudden entrance to Miko's womb laid immediate claim to whatever air Reiji had in his lungs. Eyes and mouth widened in unison, and a loud bang occurred as his leg flung out, knocking the desk. Of course, that wasn't all; a literal kneejerk reaction was only part of the explosion happening just as that internal barrier was breached. It felt like something that would never stop, but that was simply the fact that he kept oozing after the initial buckshot. Perhaps he could at least stop twitching after a few moments. . .

As it was a new sort of birthday for Sakura, Childe thought she was actually entitled to a gift. He could give a thousand, a million different things both physical and non, but he figured she'd much prefer the latter. Indeed, she was much like him. Something to keep in mind and work through over time was the optimal present. Specifically though, she desired a new form of connection. "That's supposed to be a tall order. Supposed to be. Alright... I'll give you something it'll take you ages to figure out, but there's a catch," he stated. With her previously dangling leg wrapping around his waist to keep their physical connection going strong, there was no purpose in retreat or a change in position. There was, however, purpose in Sakura acquiring a name... and something beyond any of that as well. For starters, Sakura would be subjected to something that felt quite like... growth occurring within her womb. Childe's member wasn't actually increasing in size at all, but the density of his mana was easily adjustable to fabricate such sensations. "We have to be inseparable. You lean on me, I lean on you. The other criteria are a given already, so no need to worry about that. That work for you?" he asked. "Oh... and you have a name."

[Apollymi]

Miko in finishing her ride would be finding various forms of success she'd not previously known. She'd successfully placed her orders. She'd also taken a new kind of ride ending with a very special view. It was a little shocking to see Reiji in this moment. Hearing the sound of his leg kicking the desk made her eyes widen and perhaps she would have had something to say, but... orgasm had already taken her. She'd collapsed around his cock with it buried deeply in her womb at the moment of buck shot style impact. She'd moaned contentedly finally coming to a halt if only to look at the man before her while she caught her breath and he did the same. "Sugoi♪~ That really was the best part♪~" she chirped happily. She'd give them both a few moments of true recovery time, never one to separate too quickly. She sat in his lap with his cock still inside her, watching him for a few moments, 'I wrecked him. I gotta try that again~' she thought. Well, even if Reiji wasn't interested in another random bit of deviance, she now felt somewhat confident about approaching men in his age range that weren't already spiritually connected to her. She could try again, with him and with others... "I know I have to let you up, but I don't want to... it's so nice here~" she griped gently as she began the process of extricating their loins rather smoothly for something that should have seemed impossible. And once she was up, she'd leave over engulfing his cock one last time if only to help in the clean up process while she shimmied her shorts back into the proper position. If her process was left uninterrupted, she'd even place him back within his pants with care before stretching like a person who'd actually just had a nice lunch.

While one finished up a lunch, another was celebrating a birthday. She'd asked for a mental present, a long term research project or technically a puzzle to solve. Apparently the order was supposed to be tall, but it seemed to her that Childe would be able to give her exactly what she'd asked for. "Catch?" she asked wondering what kind of gift came with terms and conditions... but that also being a point of interest and not one of negativity. There would be no withdrawing from her current position and it seemed that Childe was fine with that as well as he began to swell inside her. Well that wasn't right, it wasn't a physical sensation, no it was a magical one. That was nice as a feeling, what was more apparently the criteria involved for her 'present' meant some kind of equity had to be determined. Becoming inseparable. "I think I am fine with that, it seems in line with what I want. That make us friends, right? I'd like that... I'm trying to get better at making friends," the lass mentioned. It was a greater and lesser part of her current life endeavors. "I have a name already, what is it?" she wondered aloud. She was enjoying herself quite a bit already, her body no longer about to break just from the act of sex as it happened, she was combatting that magical growth with currently purely the pressure her body would create with its mana. Her own natural techniques were not yet refined.

[Bloodedge]

Reiji couldn't make sense of anything happening in life right now. Grasping the ridiculousness of modern youth was becoming the most impossible ordeal of his life, though he couldn't rightly complain about it. Miko claimed she didn't want to let him up just yet, and frankly... he was perfectly fine with that. "That's alright. I don't think I have the ability to get up right now anyway. Take your time," he advised. After a bit of rest, it seemed Miko was content to shift out of his lap and reorganize herself. She even went out of her way to deal with his trousers, unnecessary though he thought it was. "That's a little extensive, don't you think? I might be old and temporarily indisposed, but I can handle my own pants," Reiji joked. With that, he scooted forward to view the order screen and a very ludicrous total cost. "I'm not even going to try and make sense of what just happened, or what I'm seeing on this screen. Is that everything you want to order?"

Childe's strokes weren't as high-impact as they'd been prior to Sakura's out-of-body experience, but they did suddenly contain something beyond the physical realm. Deep and slow was the treatment given to her body. On the other hand, she'd surely yet to experience penetration of the soul before. If she had, perhaps he was in the wrong timeline. Either way, that became the male's approach while Sakura wondered if his 'catch' made them friends. "Friends? Yeah. Probably counts as something stronger than that, but the nuances aren't that important," he answered while adding a slight wedging maneuver to those existing strokes. In regards to this form's name, Childe could only think of it the way he thought of the other Sakura who shared this look. The one he'd seen in that other realm was consistent with any version of Sakura connected to him, but... the way she looked now in the physical realm was much like a very specific variant he knew quite well. He would name her after that one. The world didn't currently accept the proper name, it seemed... but that was alright; he was sure Sakura could at least feel the truth behind it.




"Kama. Kama M̴̺̲̮̠̠̪̠̘̖̺̖̙̬̗͍̻̿͊̓̓̍͘â̷̗͕̰̳͇̘͇̳̤̰̼͚͓̠̦̔͌̐̎̅͝͠r ̸̞͙̱̦̹͉̯̤̯̰̹̗̟̺̗̲̬̖̓̅̌̈́̚a̵̛͛̈́̐̀̄̍̏̇͌͒̇̾̈́̀̅͊̏͗͒͑͘͘͠ ̖̱̮͇̳̠̬͇̤͉͈̩͋," he deemed the lass.

[Apollymi]

Miko found some invited comfort for a few moments of extended comfort. Reiji seemed like a pretty lax guy once the door was open so to speak. Actually sitting in this room with him like this, she was given an experience which she found similar to dealing with Kazuhiko. But it was a bit closer to the experience she had with him when she was much younger while he was Charlemagne, minus the sex of course. "Arigatou, I'll be sure to take advantage of your kindness~" Miko claimed for the extra moments she spent in his lap. But all too soon she'd removed herself and rearranged her clothing and his as well. He'd jokingly claimed that he wasn't so old as to need that kind of help. "Iia, I'm the one who took it out... It's only fair to see the whole process through. Age not withstanding, I know you're spry~" Miko claimed with a large grin on her face. Now though her eyes went back to the screen as he seemed to not want to think about how ridiculous the previous moments and her shopping cart were. "Hai, that is everything I want for myself and my friends. Souvenirs from our time spent here are very important to me..." she explained her own feelings. Her friends did quite a lot for her, she didn't much care about the money she'd amassed in her young life, which had only increased exponentially in the last few days. No... she was more concerned about memories and happiness. "Also I still want all the things on the cart, and those cases of the new set," Miko said as she began the process of backing away from his screen and touching all of her pockets to check for things which should be on her person. One thing she still had was her black credit card, which she fully intended to use this day. "I know it's a lot to ring up, would you mind if I took the items I had to hand them out while you calculate all of it?" she asked earnestly. Shopping trips weren't this easy for her in the last 300 years, she had to fully enjoy it. All the while that match at the table was wrapping up as well. Ai's board contained a singular machine type dragon and a spell with counters for the turns before his attack would become equal to a total kill on the opposite side. "This has been quite an interesting go. I think that bump means Mi-tan will be returning soon~ So Kazu-tan, what do you have left? A secret win condition? This whole thing has been a rollercoaster for me," claimed Ai.

Childe's sexual activity hadn't slowed at all, but the girl formerly known as Sakura was feeling it in a very different way than before. Apparently, they'd be even more than friends, and the nuances described weren't important to the bond they were forming. "Hai, that sounds great. I like making friends and more than friends... though modifiers are quite problematic for me. Still I can be that for you..." she claimed, not knowing that such a thing might be having a physical effect which would show in her eyes first as a pulsing of her pupils. There had been quite a few applied but that didn't stop her from opening herself up, from having an extreme desire to meet this lad in the way that he claimed they would be bound. Still the name he gave her felt good in her chest. It warmed her heart in a way she couldn't have explained and had her legs tightening around him in that wedging motion he'd taken to. "Kama... and something I can't hear but I can feel. That's interesting... I like it. Nice to meet you...O-nii-chan. It'd be great if you came inside to mark the moment~" she flirted shamelessly. She stared up into his eyes, and found him very interesting to look at, and it was like she could make out something much larger than she thought him to be, lurking behind him.

[Bloodedge]

The list of life adjustments Reiji had to make were steadily growing. Since the previous day, he'd been wondering what sort of debauchery would leak into his soul if Sakura took the job offer he'd given her. Now, he was realizing something else. This purchase of Miko's was massive and expensive. She'd have to come back and collect all of her items from storage at a later day, which meant... they would be right back in this very room, alone, possibly outside of business hours. He'd also need a way to contact the girl, which meant... he was leaving himself open to the same sort of thing he'd gotten when Sakura acquired his number. Was that so bad? Well, he couldn't produce any actual complaints about the potential, irresponsible though such a thing was in his opinion. The more he thought about it all, the more Reiji figured some things had to exist only in his head. Yes, it was ridiculous to believe all of those things would happen. He should just get back to work. Luckily, Miko seemed keen to move on with the items she acquired on sight while he finalized the order. "That'll be fine. I'll have everything back here added to your bulk order, but you can take those with you as well. I should be out shortly; there are some things I need to restock now as well," he stated.

In the meantime, Kazu was staring at the end of a very interesting strategy, excitedly even. There were very few players he knew who took a more reactive approach, making Ai's deck a special sort in his eyes. In fact, he was so over the moon when she spoke, the words didn't register immediately. "Huh?" was Kazu's initial response. "Oh, right. Yeah... I think I've got something. This is awesome though! It feels like every other deck out there is just aggro OTK spam. Honestly, it's hard to imagine somebody putting something this consistent together, but like... awesome!" Ah, typical Kazu. He had quite the habit of getting so immersed in something, the only words he managed when trying to explain his feelings were 'cool', 'awesome', or some other variant. "Anyway, it took a while, but I think I've got something for your bomb strat. I'll bring out Astraea and use her Balance Breaker to reshuffle your counters and your Ruler before my attack!" he announced.

Sakura was quite the agreeable girl even so early in her life. They would be friends and so much more, forming a bond that couldn't be understood by the denizens of Gaia or Alaya for quite some time in this reality. The framework of that bond already in place was something easily seen as Childe looked into her eyes, but that state wouldn't last for long. Something to celebrate this newfound connection and Sakura's new name, Kama, was indeed be a boon for reasons both logical and deviant. "That would be great, wouldn't it? Yeah... inside," he agreed, picking up the pace at maximum depth right away. His version of 'inside' was quite different from Sakura's, as one of her currently limited friends knew by now. He wouldn't be loosing himself inside her body, but instead so, so much deeper than that. The eruption that came from his cock a few moments after their agreement occupied her womb, sure... but its true magnitude spread throughout that branching pathway they had so recently been conversing in: the deepest reaches of her soul that went beyond this reality many times over.

[Apollymi]

Miko was feeling good already and she was content to actually leave Reiji to his work. Though, if he knew the way she thought, he likely would have been a bit more wary. She had no intention of not at least leaving herself on offer or offering herself whenever it was possible to do so. In fact if he knew the way she considered things, he wouldn't have thought that his mind's wandering was so outlandish. But... all in due time. "Hai, let me know when you're ready for me to pay up. I'm going to hand out a few gifts and finish working on my decks. I'll take this out..." she mentioned while pushing that filled cart towards the door which she'd slip around to open and slip back behind, proving in a single moment that she likely could have moved past Reiji without touching him at all if it was something she'd wanted to do. Still, that didn't much matter, fun was had and now a different sort would be had as well. As Miko made her way outside, Ai was experiencing some of Kazuhiko's best personality traits, after his lashing out before, Ai for her part in this couldn't help but smile, "I'm glad I could shock with it. I doubt any of us would count as 'meta' players in the slightest but it's good to see what my strategies lack... and to know they are challenging," she mused as his last move happened. Ah, well, it was also her last move, she'd found a shortcoming of her deck and it was something she'd be mentally referring to as the 'reshuffle'. "That one is actually game... my deck doesn't intend for anyone to get this far. Still, GG~" she offered without any real animosity. She'd not used her abilities for this and found it to be more fun to simply enjoy things.

Meanwhile, Kama was deciding that her welcome into this world would be an experience unlike any other in her life so far. The truth of the matter was, the magical aspect of sex with this man was all density before this moment. When encouraging him to 'cum inside' she'd assumed she'd be in for a womb filling with intensity, and it was something she received. That sensation alone might have been enough, but... it was more than that... the sensation of orgasmic pressure filling her body didn't stop at her womb. It traveled, from one body to another, from one mind to another to all. She felt a spread that was well past her body and into her soul and she felt a connection forming so deeply that it seemed to cross realities. It wasn't just the pacing which was pounding her, but pure power and a form of absolution she didn't know before this moment. Those twitchy pupils of hers settled in a moment becoming stars as she felt that release from every version of herself who also felt it, and knew she'd always accept it. Her legs shifted and properly locked around his waist as a cry came from her which shifted across this reality and into her very soul. and out again. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, OOOOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIIICHAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN♥~"

[Bloodedge]

While Reiji was left to his work with more questions than answers, Kazu was achieving victory over something refreshing. The final moments of a game had come, sadly but happily. The brunette leaned back in his chair. His arms stretched up and out just as his upward-curling lips did the same. "Whew! I thought I might actually lose that one! One more trap probably would've been it for me," he admitted. Upon ending his stretch, Kazu extended his right hand across the table. "GG! A couple of loopers would probably help expand your combo to deal with anyone who survives the first few blows. I figure most decks out there would end up losing to the lack of action ability during your turn, though. Oh, and machines should be getting some support pretty soon! I think it's the next set in this bracket, so... two months? Unless some of it made its way into the new set. We'll see!"

Reaching into Sakura's soul was a bit different to entering most others. Hers was more of a trap that one could easily be lost in. Luckily for Childe, he'd done this sort of thing countless times with a more complete version than the current incarnation of Kama. Even so, there was a distinct sensation of wading through the fabric of her being, even as the physical form clasped him at the waist. "Careful Girlie! You don't want me stuck inside every version of you across the dimensions~" he teased while looking at those starburst pupils. He'd be continuing to thrust, continuing to pump away and reach other variants in alternate universes. It had been a while since he'd been able to pull such a maneuver off, until earlier this very day... but he'd since decided to make it a habit for some time to make up for a technically failed attempt the first time back. "If that's what you want to do, we should be in a different position ─ something with some more oomph to it♥~"

[Apollymi]

While Reiji was left to work, technically, Miko was emerging from the back at the tail end of a game. Ai for her part in this matchup actually lost, but unlike a game she could have played with any of those other boys earlier, this one came with happiness at her varied strategy and good advice for her progress forward. Kazuhiko's general excitement made it hard to feel anything but pleased about the match's outcome even when losing. "Yeah, it was pretty close there... I'll look into the packs, but I am sure I won't have to do too much to find them~" she said almost ominously, but she was aware of a certain oddity as she reached across the table to meet Kazuhiko's hand. "I have returned, bearing gifts and important protective gear for everyone. Also I see we're all good. Did you have a good game and all that?~" Miko chimed. As she stopped near the table with her cart. She'd begin the process of passing things out. First and foremost, a little stuffed animal, a dead-eyed grey kitten which she handed to Anya. Who looked at it, and then back at Miko and then to her parents. She was already holding it tightly in her arms, while adorably sharing its facial expression. "Arigatou..." she managed softly. Anya not known she was getting a present, she'd been far too busy looking into the minds of degenerate teenagers to hone in on a gift. "Kawaii♪~ That's what I wanted to see. And now I have structure decks for, Mirie-chan, Sei-chan, Tenjou-kun and Kohara-san..." she said while moving to the other end with their gifts, and such would be the way this spread started. She'd heard those things and knew those people didn't have complete decks after massacring Kauzhiko's collection so those pick-ups were worthwhile. Kohara also wasn't along when decks were created so she would need it. Regardless of that... there was along with each deck, a matching set of sleeves, a deck box and a playmat for theme's sake.

While gifts were being handed out in the card shop another gift was being received. In this case, Childe was being taken into the depths of Sakura's soul and splayed across the entirety of her existence. It was a unique feeling and one she didn't have any way of comparing. She could hear though and respond even if she didn't know about those pulsing stars in her eyes, she knew she definitely didn't mind any version of herself having this man stuck to her. "Are we sure about that? I feel like I could connect to everything this way~" she said in response to that tease. But with her legs wrapped around her, he encouraged something with more oomph if it was indeed something she wanted. What had more impact than her current situation? Well, there was one thing she always enjoyed and she figured it would be worth enjoying even now. So... slowly did her legs unravel as she slit back enough to rotate. She put herself on her knees on that table and looked back over her shoulder at the man now behind her a wicked little grin spreading across her face as the arch in her spine deepened. "I've found this to be the most oomphf, wanna prove me right, Onii-chan♥~" she teased his motions with tempting starburst eyes and hair falling around herself that was also cosmic in nature.

[Bloodedge]

In the wake of a match, a stretch and a handshake, Kazuhiko looked over his shoulder to see Miko, whose returned was marked with both words and offering to the group. Kazu's eyes were quickly drawn to a cart with half his total collection in quantity. Did she really think to walk over and start a normal conversation with a haul like that? "Yeah, it was an awesome game... but how many people's life savings did you decide to spend today?!" he yelled. With Miko handing out various things to various people, he definitely couldn't pass any judgement. The reaction of Anya specifically made any amount of irresponsible purchases worthwhile. Kazu thought to reach out and place a hand atop the pleased child's head, but a bit of separation was in the way of that. "Huh, it's that psychic cat thing. You like it?" he asked of the child. "Anyway, my game's done. You playing? I can spare a seat," he offered thereafter.

Speaking of offers, Childe made one to Kama in a more indirect manner. Neither of them truly had a problem with winding themselves together throughout her Origin, even if it was a thing Sakura learned about mere minutes ago. With those stars in her eyes, every version of her and every version of him had intertwined fates. If any of their variants were without each other in life, that would be undone. Even a version of Sakura who never met a version of this man would now, somewhere in her timeline, become connected to him and vice-versa. Kama felt she could connect to everything the way they were; she wasn't wrong. More importantly, she had her own idea for their change in position. The position she believed had the most 'oomph' involved rolling onto her hands and knees to present her ass and a devious expression for the man behind. Speaking to their attunement, he was having a very similar train of thought. "I don't need to prove it. You already know we're on the same page, don't you?" he asked, keeping that teasing tone. Nevertheless, Childe was soon reaching out to grab that cosmic hair. Once strands were in each hand and pulled back to either of Kama's sides, his hips moved forward. She'd find herself reentered, but that wasn't all. No, penetration was something much slower this time... primarily because there were suddenly two sources ─ one of which was squeezing its way into her rear. Two tools in use was par for the course in many cases; he had no reason to keep a favored trick secret from Kama of all people.

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko seemed to have had a reasonable match with Ai, and claimed everything was cool. Still, much like their time within the carriage, when something odd happened with Miko's 'usual' behavior he couldn't help but comment on it as she moved on from structure decks and deck boxes to... card protection bags and the like for others. Everyone was included, Sena accepted her gifts with thanks while Miko responded to Kazuhiko. "As many as I want♪~" Miko chimed having taking a few moments to spread gifts and hear thanks but not caring about it too much. "This has been the best shopping trip I've had in 300 years. Do you realize, that on this trip I haven't been accused to stealing, no one has tried to kidnap or sell me into slavery, I haven't been charged furry tax and I managed to get both a discount and lunch? Though I realize there was a weird run in... this has been one of the best trips from my perspective," she explained of several previously traumatizing factors which had her much happier than normal to spend money. And even slipped about her obvious time spent with Reiji. Anya for her part in this was hearing the thoughts Miko shared and hearing the versions in her head, and those wide eyes were blinking a couple of times over as she realized this woman had been through. Soon Anya was looking at her father who was questioning her like of her little creature, and she nodded. "It's awesome!" Anya commented about the stuffed animal.

As for the offered seat Kei's eyes went wide. Now was the time, she had to strike. the other girls were watching as well. "I could play but I want to box up each of my decks. Reiji-san filled me in on the awesome that is Seimei-sama within this card game so I gave myself a different goal..." Miko mused. "Hmphf, well if that is how it's going, and you aren't going to take your usual seat. I can just give Mi-sen my seat," Kei interjected knowing that she was sitting beside Kazuhiko. And with that she could easily use this moment to get herself closer. Yes, this was now going to be executed perfectly. Miko looked at Kei, processed those words and realized where this was going. 'Fuck that, he offered a seat, take it! Assert dominance, she doesn't get to claim our bestie incidentally! She doesn't get dignity when I'm giving her one of my favorite things!' Miko's mind screamed. She picked up her bag which was being handed her way by Emirie and moved. "Iia, no one has to move. Besides I wouldn't want to put you out of a seat either. There is an easy way for me to join the table..." Miko claimed. Kei took a moment, making the assumption that she'd just be sitting in Kaguya's lap, and while that wasn't a win, it wasn't a loss either. It could be worked around as she put herself in closer proximity to Kazuhiko. Still what she got was something very different. "I'm taking the offered seat, Kazuchii♪~ Thanks for having me~" she mentioned while slipping into his lap instead of letting anyone get up. Kei would then be maintaining a shocked face, Kaguya smirked and Ai decided to look at her new playmat as if she'd never seen a clock tower before. All the while, Miko was perfectly placed to sleeve up her multiple decks without being in Kazuhiko's way at all.

While the cardshop saw a connection defered, Sakura, now Kama was gaining a new one rapidlya cross spacetime. Kama wouldn't be denying herself very much at all... she wasn't simply curious she was a person who learned through experience positive or negative. And nothing about her interactions with Childe so far had done anything but make her want to deepen their connection as much as possible. And with her openess came the knowledge that many forms of her would be gaining access to this man and his variants simply because he was pouring so much of himself into her. There was something uniquely satisfying about that, and the satisfaction would only be growing. Kama was soon separated with her back to Childe. Her rear arched into the air on her hands and knees waiting to accept him into either hole. So imagine her surprise when it was...both. Childe claimed he didn't need to prove her truth she already knew it, even so..."I do already know. I know lots of things like this but I didn't know..." she paused as she felt both of his cocks she was looking back to see a single person offering double penetration. Her first of such an experience outside of that attempted rape of her by a human gang earlier. "Sugoi! You can do that as just one person. I was wondering how I was going to manage this kind of experience with my preferences in mind~" she claimed only to relax more into the slow push forward.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, the number of life savings Miko would be spending couldn't be quantified. Considering the reason she gave as one who spent the last 300 years as beastkin, there was no argument Kazu could actually give, even if she spent every yen she had. Those who had animal attributes were never treated well on Alaya outside of their own colonies and such. Without having that experience for himself, Kazu could only accept this as a very pleasant splurge. "As long as you're happy. I always forget rule one with you guys," he mused, thinking back to Anais and a few of the others in their Aincrad group. The thing known as 'rule one' originally dated back to a much older, smaller collection of people around Kazuhiko as Charlemagne, so it wasn't often brought up with the reimagined group. While he reminisced on that matter, Miko claimed she wouldn't be playing just yet due to her need to protect her cards. He wasn't sure why that became a reason for Kei to offer her seat instead. Perhaps she'd been waiting for an opportunity to relocate anyway? Oh well. "I mean, I could still..." Kazu meant to state that he could still give up his chair and go somewhere else. Actually, there were a lot of empty spaces in the shop now; he could probably just pull a new chair into place. Before he got it all out though, Miko claimed she'd be taking the seat he offered... though not exactly the way he meant. "Wait, that's not what I─" All too late. Miko was already slipping into his lap by the time he started speaking, and it wasn't like he could or would turn her down. "Well... yeah, I guess that works too."

As Childe slid his hips forward, a revelation was bound to strike Kama. Her experience with two forms of penetration at once couldn't have been many, if any at all in this reality yet. There were certainly zero chances of a singular person being the cause, so naturally... Childe would have to make an epic show of it. "First time, right? You know that just makes me want to make it an unreachable goal," he commented while pulling Kama's hair back like a pair of reins to drag her head back in sequence with his hips moving forward. A tight squeeze from two holes at once was something quite hard to beat. Though this still wasn't the Kama he knew, there were certain expectations of excellence and interest in place... and a matching desire to witness her growth as a deviant. He'd begin this observation by thrusting deep into her body and peering into her soul without the prerequisite ejaculation this time. Some versions of Tohsaka Sakura throughout the multiverse would likely be discovering the meaning of a wet dream. Meanwhile, Kama would be feeling something akin to an assault on her body and soul, as the effects of Childe's ambient mana within her became something... corrosive, even toxic in nature. "I think now's a good time to hold back a little bit less; don't you?" he mused.

[Apollymi]

Miko and Kazuhiko's friendship generally boiled down to the, 'as long as you're happy' part of a conversation. Her random splurge which was only increased by the ease of shopping in her original life was something he'd not considered. He also mentioned forgetting about rule one, "I mean, you are free to question what you like, I'll answer~" Miko said to Kazuhiko directly. In fact she couldn't even think of not including him if he wanted to know something particular about her, unless of course it was decided by him that he didn't want to know. At the same time, Kaguya watched as her friend assert dominance over the other by laying claim and watched as a confused Kazuhiko tried and failed to properly switch seats. Instead he became one, once she was comfortable Miko gave a little wiggle. "Hai, it definitely works like this~" Miko mentioned, while wearing the smuggest of grins with the hint of deviance on her face while she glanced over at Kei. Kei for her part in this seemed shocked. 'Why would she do that... I had a plan and she ruined it!' she thought quickly, her mouth still open like she was trying to decide what to say. While that remained, Miko was reaching into her bag pulling out those five separate decks to sit in front of her, but also a pack of pocky sticks which she opened and planted a few directly into Kei's mouth before having more for herself. Seeing Miko sink into normalcy with relative ease, Kaguya had a bit of commentary, "So that kind of outburst is normal to you? Did give me a warning about on the job oddities, Mi-chan, shame♥~" Kaguya mentioned playfully. "Look I didn't know I should be mentioning a Saxony trigger. I didn't think about that being something found here..." Miko mentioned. "Still that reminds me," Miko muttered. She'd pull out her phone and send a quick text message as well... "Hiru-nii, thanks for the quick assist earlier ^_^ I still need to talk to you though o_o It's nothing bad, I just have some weird things to say and an odd lists of requests you might be able to help me with <.< No rush :3"

As that message was sent, Kama would be experiencing something rather interesting, a double penetration from a single entity. All the while he was pulling on her hair in a way that didn't make her wince in pain but instead had her gasping as the sensation of it played along her scalp and down her body. Hiruko had accomplished this as well, but she decided that the ability to be this kind of rough with another individual was something which had to be natural and not copied. "Yes, this is definitely a first time experience. But I don't think it's hard to make it an unreachable goal... I mean, I didn't know people could have two. I figured I'd have to find two somewhat friendly individuals to make this sort of thing happen," she explained of her own thought processes as she always would. Even so, whatever he decided to do with this experience was fine with her. Still with those motions going, Kama would find herself moaning as a man went so deeply into her person that other versions of her were experiencing nocturnal emissions and dreams of sexual activity they weren't actually involved in. "Yeah, definitely shouldn't hold back so much, I can't learn how to cope if I don't experience it, right O-nii-chan~" she asked as her own hips began to move as well. That corrosive feeling within her body was interesting but her own body could actually make up for it. A calm almost neutral density of mana was swirling within her rippling in her depths as she rocked her hips back against two cocks. Corrosion was being disrupted but the sensation itself was still quite good from a sexual standpoint.

[Bloodedge]

Card games were played, a tsundere's plan was foiled, and a new breed of goddess was completing her path to ascension. All the while, the bustling business of a convenience store owned by one Nara Rita was receiving a visitor. Aihara Nao left his job at a famous lingerie store only earlier this very day. Now, the tired-looking young man with messy black hair was stepping into the convenience store not to shop, but instead holding out an application he'd filled out weeks ago without sending. There had been word of a management position at this location. It wasn't as out of the way as his other jobs of late, but there was a reason he preferred commuting to working locally. With a sigh, he stepped into the register queue, intending to speak with the first employee he found on the other side. "Eto... Aihara Nao. Is there still a management position open here?" he wondered first. "I have my application. I'd be willing to take something lesser if necessary."

At the same time, another location was visited by a different young man. He had short spiky dyed blond hair and dark brown eyes. He had a noticeable widow's peak and his eyebrows were unusual in that he lacked the outer sides. He seemed a bit muscular, wearing a yellow A-shirt with a colorful green and magenta comic style star symbol and the word "ZOMG!" He had black pants rolled up to reveal his ankles and part of his shins. He also wore a white canvas belt and white and red low top Converse-like sneakers that had a rising sun flag motif. As he moved through the streets near Shujin University, he frantically flashed a polaroid picture at passersby. "Oi! You seen this guy?! Know somethin' about a car accident a few days ago?!" he yelled at anyone who looked his way. The picture he flashed repeatedly was of a black-haired teen boy whose eyes weren't even visible beneath a shaggy mop. The only thing most onlookers could get from that image was the fact that it featured some random, unassuming boy. "Aren't you listenin'?! Amamiya Ren! Fuckin' anybody!"

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, Mami had been working for quite a while. Today's bustling business wasn't at all normal for a convenience store outside of center city, but given the oddities surrounding this one, she could kind of understand. She'd been running this cash register checking out customers, when a somewhat familiar face appeared in her line. She couldn't have said what this man's name was, but she did remember that he worked at the lingerie shop she used to work at. Perhaps he wouldn't recognize her and the story which got her fired and thus he wouldn't be a problem for her. "Better off talking to the man serving the food. I can't say what the hiring is like, it's my first day..." she offered as helpfully as possible while pointing him towards Hiroshi. Actually while time continued to pass she became happier. She was looking forward to seeing how pitiful Akira looked in the hospital. Not every girl could say a guy got hit by a truck because she broke up with them. Meanwhile, Rita and Saori were wrapping up an hour or two of catching up, and coming back down Saori with half a cake in hand and both seemingly quite pleased after having spent a decent time together.

Somewhere else, there was a blonde boy making quite the fuss. Students were moving around him, not making eye contact and wondering why he was being so loud. He had all the looks of some kind of delinquent, and his noisy demeanor was doing nothing to dissuade that thought process. It'd been going on for long enough that a certain young lady with short brown hair was approaching him. She was dressed in a little black dress shirt with a white undershirt and a short dark blue plaid pleated skirt. She had on full tights full length and baby doll shoes. Her eyes were sharp and almost red in color, though most would say they were brown. Whatever the case, she approached taking a deep breath and choosing to put herself in front of this lad to stop what most would have viewed as an adult tantrum. "The name Amamiya Ren appears nowhere in the registry of this school. I know every student here and that one isn't a name I am familiar with. Also you are disturbing the peace and student population. I am going to need you to lower your voice and stop being a public nuisance," she added. Still, she looked at that picture and gave a few words. "I still don't know who Amamiya Ren is but this picture looks like a younger version of Kurusu Akira, the kid who was hit by a truck a couple of days ago..." she mused. This portrait made that man look so ordinary, she could hardly figure out why it was taken. She didn't think herself extreme in anyway, but this man definitely seemed like he should have been living in the background of his own life.

[Bloodedge]

Nao reached the counter at a slower speed than he expected. The location of this store was neither the best nor the worst for such business, but there were more customers than he could have imagined. That would be fine, he thought. If he could land a management position, he could at least extend his stay at a job like this. Being separated from customers by counters and the like was a boon, and it didn't seem like the type of place that would require him being in close proximity to coworkers either. He held to a bit of hope, even though the person he saw at the register was a semi-familiar face he'd rather avoid simply because she was an attractive woman. 'Of course. I hope I can get something very hands-off,' he thought. According to the blonde, he was to meet with the very tall man currently serving ramen by the bowl. There was another man working here? That was cause for some hope! Nao seemed pleased by that information alone. "Hai! Arigatou gozaimasu!" he said to the girl before going on his way. Upon reaching Hiroshi, he delivered the same introduction he'd given Mami. What interesting timing, Hiroshi thought. "A management position? Yes, there is technically one available. I could certainly prepare someone for that during this transitionary period," the tall one mused while looking over Nao's application. Still, the decision wasn't his to make. "Sadly, I'll have to redirect your attention elsewhere again. I'm seeing quite a few fields of expertise here, which is no less positive than it is negative, as prospects go. Nara-san will have to interview you personally."

Meanwhile, the blonde male in the streets near Shujin finally received some form of response from another person. It was a young woman, seemingly around his own age, whose appearance was worth a raised brow as he looked her over. He couldn't resist a sideways, toothy grin when she acknowledged him... even if her words were unfavorable enough to bring a scowl from the male. "Ah? Public nuisance? I ain't bothering anybody. Who made you the police anyway?" he questioned, his brow furrowed intensely. He didn't know who the hell this Kurusu Akira was or why someone separate was relevant, but there was mention of someone being hit by a truck. The timeline tracked, at the very least. Sadly, this one couldn't make a very crucial connection. "Did somebody else get hit by a truck? I'm lookin' for a guy with a rep for some bullshit a couple of years back."

[Apollymi]

The new lad within the store was redirected to a very tall man who was serving food. Though both he and Mami recognized each other a little an unspoken tacit agreement to keep distance was met, or at least, that was the assumption. Still, there were no complete freebies for this lad, who'd be directed to another. After a quick assessment of his application, the lad was directed to Rita who'd just descended from her own apartment to see Saori out. "Hai hai, just call me. I have a lot of free time now... or if you are feeling nostalgic feel free to drag me out of my apartment. I'll go to the gym with you..." Rita mentioned to the woman with a bit of a chuckle. "Yeah, see you soon then~" she said as she walked out. She gave an affirmative nod to Hiroshi as she headed for the door. As for what Hiroshi was saying, Rita looked over to him, "We're directing someone to me?" Rita asked, while his work here was transitional there was very little she didn't think him capable of working out on his own. Rita stood around in her leggings and sweater reasonably comfortable but also seeming to have shifted a bit, she wasn't concerned about much of anything. All the while Mami watched while she served customers with mild curiosity. 'What is going on with her exactly. That guy isn't bad looking or anything. Is she building her self-esteem?' Mami thought but it wasn't really her concern as long as she could continue the way she wanted to.

Meanwhile, near the Shujin campus a lad outside was proving with haste, that he may have had a great deal of help finishing high school. The blonde boy making all the noise near campus was first and foremost still very male. The quick glance he gave the young woman who'd approached him wasn't one she found odd at all. Though given his audacious nature she wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of him potentially hitting on her, as she definitely didn't plan on inviting him out or anything like that. No, instead he wondered he wondered who made her the police and she sighed. "I'm president of the campus, so technically the student body. And you're causing a lot of noise and distraction outside of it. You are also quite literally yelling a person's name and shoving what is likely an old image into people's faces instead of... actually asking around or anything like that, so yes you are disturbing people. Haven't you noticed that people are avoiding eye contact and moving away from you instead of even trying to give you the information you're looking for?' she seemed really aghast at this lad's lack of tact. Some people found that kind of behavior endearing, but this lass, was given this lad's statements trying to figure out if he was even cut out to be searching for anyone else. "You don't take hints well, huh?" she asked almost sarcastically. Beyond that point this man obviously didn't realize the reason that someone might go about changing their name and the like before trying to restart their lives, and not wanting to be connected to any past misdeeds. Instead of trying the indirect way, she'd pull out her phone and scroll the school's directory until she found the profile of one Kurusu Akira. She pulled up a more recent image. "This is the young man I mean. I don't know him on a personal level but I do know everyone who attends this school. Do you understand now?" she asked almost begging this man's neurons to activate.

[Bloodedge]

Just as he'd spoken of rerouting the new applicant, Hiroshi heard the voice of Rita herself. His gaze shifted, and a brief exchange of nods occurred during Saori's acknowledgment. When Rita spoke to him directly, he offered the application from his hand. "Yes. I have here an application for management," he said first and foremost. Ah, but Hiroshi wasn't the only one whose eyes were drawn. Nao had seen Saori and now Rita, and he was... panicking. This wasn't the sort of boss he wanted. Where were the old men in charge? He wouldn't have to worry about his condition if there were some crusty old geezers around, even if they brought issues of their own to the table. "Ah─it's not that big a deal! I had this application a while back, so I thought I'd turn it in to help out. But it looks like you've got plenty of employees now, so..." Nao was already trying to back away, but Hiroshi had additional words to share. "Nonsense. The varied qualifications I'm seeing on this application are what I believe this business needs moving forward. I am only here on a temporary basis as well, so a replacement in my position will be necessary. Nara-san, I highly recommend an interview. Nanami-chan and I can continue handling things here."

While Nao was being subjected to great torment, the blonde near Shujin was dealing with... apparently, the student president of that very school. "Haah? Didn't know colleges had those," he murmured. Regardless, he didn't see why that position gave her any sort of authority over the streets. This young man wasn't becoming any less grumbly as time passed ─ especially upon hearing mention of the people who ignored his calls. "Bah, that's got nothing to do with me! Just 'cause some shitty old people don't wanna listen as soon as I talk about a car accident, doesn't mean I'm the problem here!" he growled. As for his inability to take a hint, he seemed... slightly confused. "Huh? Were you coming on to me or something?" was the question he asked. The dark-haired woman went on to check her phone and produce the image of a very familiar face from the student registry. He leaned inward until his face was uncomfortably close to the young woman's phone screen, seeming impressed. "Woooah! That guy looks just like Ren! I wonder if they're related. Don't think he had a brother or anything," he said. After a few seconds however, something seemed to click in the lad's head. What was it? "Wait..." Another pause took place. His brain was working overtime today, all for the purpose of finding a major missing link in the conversation. "Wait... is that your boyfriend? That don't really help me much."

[Apollymi]

An application for a management position was something which could be filled. Rita and Hiroshi had already spoken at length and she knew his placement within her store wasn't a permanent position at all. Even so, she wouldn't be taking any of his advice lightly. She'd already seen the goodness of his consultation and beyond that he'd proven himself more than trustworthy. The panic in this lad was something at least noted as he tried and failed to get out of the application. Though the lad tried to back off, it would seem that Hiroshi wasn't going to let him off the hook. "Hm? Does he really have that varied a skill set. I don't mind that sort of thing, and if it's your recommendation Fukuyama-san I see no reason to avoid the interview. You haven't led me astray yet~" Rita mentioned. Of course, she'd aim to take that application and in so doing reach over in an open gesture directly towards her office in the back, "Don't worry, it's nothing too stringent, just a quick chat so I can see how you'll fit in here... and check for scheduling conflicts," she said while turning to lead the way. Of course, she'd find her clog shoe getting caught on a small depression in a tile, barely noticeable one way, but enough to leave her stopped and wobbling on her feet a second later. While that happened, Mami listened on, 'Sou ka, she trusts Fukuyama to make some calls and takes his judgement at face value. So, getting on his good side or making sure he can't actually say anything bad about me, is a good strategy. Seduction then blackmail... he seems like he wouldn't just get flirty hints...' Mami decided in the moment. That wasn't something that needed addressing immediately.

While one was being given a very specific kind of torture, another was being shown that not all brains were built equally. "Any kind of school with a student body, should have a bridge between the administrators and the students," she said of his logic about it. It was obvious by his comments that he didn't know how schools worked, but that kind of ignorance could be forgiven as she'd be surprised if he actually finished high school. Her own misgivings aside, ti would seem that this lad was incapable of stringing together two lines of thought which were obviously related. "You realize most of the people in this area are in the same age range as you... this is a college not a nursing home. People not wanting to speak to you, could have a lot to do with the fact that you are yelling, drawing unnecessary attention to yourself and not really making sense of how the things you are talking about are related to each other..." she explained casually. Her eyes were currently closed and she had a smile on her face. She saw this particular form of education as her personal responsibility and if it kept other students out of range that was fine too. "Also I would never come on to you." she said quickly, she couldn't hold a conversation with this man. Ah but that wasn't all, apparently he thought that she was simply showing him a picture of her boyfriend and though he looked like the man he was looking for he didn't see the connection. "Eh?!" she had a minor outburst her eyes opening only to close them again, she took a deep breath and sighed. "I don't know if it would be safer to talk you through this, or if I should be asking if you have a case worker or a care taker I'd be better off speaking to," the young woman said while fighting the desire to pinch the bridge of her nose. "This man, you knew, Amamiya Ren had a record or a past he was trying to escape. He moved to a new place and likely changed his name or assumed a different identity. That identity is likely Kurusu Akira, the boy who was hit by the truck, who looks like the older version of the boy in your picture. So, the person you are looking for is not, Amamiya Ren and is instead Kurusu Akira. Do you understand that part?" she asked while searching through the directory of the school. She'd heard a few of his classmates had visited him, whoever's name she came across first would likely be the one directly contacted for the sake of findingo ut what hospital the lad was at, as it was obvious this man didn't take the easiest route to finding out this information.

[Bloodedge]

"Indeed he does. It could almost be said that, if there is a trade, this young man has some experience in it," Hiroshi stated firmly. Any random onlooker could view Nao's list of former jobs and assume there was nothing he could be considered good at. Hiroshi, however, saw it as a great number of learning experiences. If he'd exercised his mind even a little during all those different jobs, he could blossom into quite the all-around specialist. Sadly, Nao himself didn't agree. He wasn't even thinking about things like that ─ only about how he could avoid some deviant accident from happening to him. There was no getting out of this one. Between the manager and the owner, he had no chance to talk his way out, so... maybe he could just do terribly in the interview? That wasn't such a bad idea. "... Hai. Arigatou gozaimasu," he said reluctantly, following behind Rita. It seemed he was keeping more than just two paces away. He avoided looking at her directly, but there was no way such a curvaceous figure could be kept out of periphery. It even seemed like the owner's backside was getting... bigger? No. No, it wasn't getting any larger ─ it was getting closer! Nao's attempt to avoid looking like a pervert resulted in him failing to realize, but Rita was no longer moving forward after a few steps. So, there he was, far closer to the woman than he ever wanted to be in this situation. 'Oh shit! Not already!' was Nao's mental plea to the universe as he barely managed to avoid contact while Rita wobbled forward.

The existence of a student council went beyond the understanding of the blonde loudmouth. In truth, he hardly even knew what those students did, even in high school. He never made use of them, and they never seemed useful to him anyway. In this particular case however, the president was managing something impressive. Her argument about students making up most people in the area didn't hold any weight to him, though. "I didn't say it was a nursing home! Yeah there's students, but look at all these old people! It's not like we're in the school!" he argued. It seemed he was a bit argumentative regardless, except... in one particular moment, which had the young woman claiming she'd never come on to him. Well, that seemed about right, if a little disheartening. "Yeesh," he said, scraping his sole along the ground as he gently kicked the air. He'd have commented on the clause about case workers and caretakers, but he truly didn't know why that matter was relevant. Ah, but there was one thing... an explanation of her meaning earlier. Amamiya Ren was the boy he sought, the one he knew before. This Kurusu Akira person was not someone different, but instead a name change to go along with relocation. Now the gears were turning! "Ohhhh!" he replied, a happy grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, that makes sense! In that case, he sure picked a badass new name! Right? Right? A-kira! Kira! That's fuckin' sweet!"

[Apollymi]

Hiroshi would have seen this new lad as one with the ability to learn a great many things. Those who learned business in school would have called him a job-hopper. Even so, a lack of ability to concentrate was far from the worst trait in modern times. Perhaps he simply hadn't found the right fit yet. "Unsettled isn't a bad thing, I wish I'd taken a bit more time to make a decision..." Rita said almost wistfully. She'd easily lead this lad towards his interview her minor hiccup having her catch her balance as he was managing his. "Gomen, gomen... I'm usually way more steady on my feet," she mused. Mentally willing to blame the previous night's activity for her unsteadiness, she moved on. Entering that office but not before having a peek back at the lad. All of this was seen by Mami and analyzed in a specific way, 'Damn old slut can't even wait a minute before trying to put the moves on a potential new guy. Hags think they can do anything with their ridiculous bodies...' mami would have scoffed. Oh well, she supposed understanding that woman's motivations would only make her own plan that much easier. Within the office, Rita managed to avoid any more immediate trips though she did, incidentally slam one of her hips into the corner of her desk as she moved around it. It would be a few seconds of recovery as she worked towards getting settled. "Now, you can have a seat. I'll introduce myself, I'm Nara Rita, and I inherited this place from the old man who owned it previously after working here on and off for a decade or so. I consider this place to be pretty flexible, just to provide a bit for the needs of the immediate area. I don't consider myself to be super strict but I would like to be able to trust everyone to complete their tasks without me hovering or anything like that. Also I am 30 years old and will soon be divorced, you may not have needed that information but I like to be transparent about such things as often as possible. That is also to say, I'm not judging for any lack of settling or incidental changes that occurred in your work history, I'd just like to know where your head is at," Rita shared that information while looking over the lad in front of her. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself Aihara-kun, you have a varied list of previous jobs, so is there anything you'd like me to know specifically?" she asked of the lad, all the while she was looking at this list of jobs and references and there were quite a few which only lasted short times and a few gaps. It wasn't uncommon for the young to have a hard time settling and she wasn't judging.

Meanwhile, the blonde lad outside of the college was getting some hard lessons. The real purpose of a student council had somehow escaped him during his schooling, that wasn't too surprising, most people didn't realize what such bodies were for anyway. Beyond that point he seemed to think that all of the random walking down the street counted as old, and that it wasn't just the school he was appealing to, "I mean there are a variety of people here but it doesn't make sense for you to be asking random strangers about a passing student with a forgettable face, just because the accident happened nearby. It would have made more sense to inquire about it a local police station or to ask specifically at the shops or businesses near the cross walk where such an accident was more likely to occur, without the yelling obviously," she explained that he might have better luck in his next investigation. Whatever the case, she'd spoken pretty harshly and got out of it, a rather dejected response. She could at least respect him for not flying off the handle about it, even though that wouldn't change her mind about what she'd said. It only served to make him a bit confusing. After talking him through the logic of his 'missing person', a crease formed between her brows. He understood only after having it completely spelled out for him. "Akira is a fairly common name for a man. If anything I'd say it wasn't meant to draw attention, but what do I know..." she said shrugging it off. In the same moment she decided it was easier to check a few message boards to find the information she sought, and within a few moments she had something to say. "Kurusu-kun is apparently at this hospital. If you call him by the right name, I am sure a nurse or someone there would be able to help you..." she said holding up her phone once more and taking a step back after how close he'd been the last time she'd held it out.

[Bloodedge]

Nao managed a stroke of luck with the first mishap involving Rita. Alas, he'd been dealing with this issue long enough to know it was only a matter of time. A few theories he had involved this condition being some form of bad karma he accumulated in a previous life or something ─ resulting in matters getting worse the longer he managed to avoid accidents. Oh well; there was nothing else to do. He followed along for the moment, sighing and keeping his head low. Once they were inside the office, Nao noted the woman's hip hitting the end of her desk. Was that another sign? Maybe there weren't any, and she was actually just a bit clumsy today. No... he had to be vigilant! Reluctantly did the young man seat himself, even checking the chair for sturdiness before doing so. He sat upright, hands in his lap, and remained attentive to her speech. "Eto... transparent is definitely the way I'd describe all that. It's a lot to take in, but I'll try to match it. Aihara Nao. I'm 25, and I'm not a job-hopper or anything... well not by choice. I want to work, and I'm good at things I put my mind to. It's just... I've had a lot of accidents that separated me from all my other jobs. I just left the most recent one today to avoid something else bad happening and ruining someone's reputation along with my own. That's the best way I can put it... but I might have reason to believe it'll happen again even here. . ."

The student president raised the notion that approaching random strangers in the vicinity was not the best idea; he should have taken his questions to the police. A scoff passed the male's lips in that moment. What sort of suggestion did she think that was? "As if! I ain't gonna go to the shitty, corrupt police! How am I supposed to trust they weren't the guys who hit him?" he questioned angrily. Regardless, the name Akira may have been common, but that changed nothing about how incredible it was in this case. Of course, he didn't expect this random gal to know why that opinion was formed. "Common schmommon! Ya' got no idea how badass that is for him! Best guy to ever use that name I tell ya'!" he insisted. Right back on the happy-go-lucky train, he saw the hospital name as shown on the girl's phone and decided he could finally catch up with an old friend. "YOSH! That's an awesome find! Arigatou, Pres! I'll find the place and see you when my classes start!" he announced. Apparently, this lad managed to gain attendance at Shujin University. . .

[Apollymi]

Nao and Rita were now in the middle of a rather frank conversation. And while Rita was willing to blame any clumsiness on her part, on a night spent drinking and general oddity, Nao seemed to think it was some sort of omen. Though he didn't express it, they still were able to communicate pretty openly, which Rita counted as a generally good thing. Apparently, he met her level of transparency with one of his own. He claimed that he wasn't a job hopper by choice, but that a string of accidents had him switching jobs periodically to avoid major incidents. His most recent example was leaving a job, so that someone else didn't lose their reputation. "Sou ka, that sounds more than fair on your part, a bit self-sacrificing even," Rita mentioned. "I won't fire you over an accident or anything like that and I'm not the sort of person who won't hear you out if you decide this job is for you. Basically, if something happens and you need to clear it up, don't be so hasty as to quit on the spot. I'd like to think I am a pretty fair judge of character. I do appreciate you being honest with me about your work history though," she clarified easily. "If I hired you, what would your preferred schedule be and what kind of shift would you be interested in running? After Fukuyama-san leaves officially I may have to hire another manager for the off times, but until then he's pretty flexible about his own work schedule and I don't mind pitching in and covering incidental or emergency shifts either, so don't worry about being left to become overwhelmed or anything like that..." she explained of the situation surrounding work. it was always best to find out what everyone was looking for from this kind of employment. She assumed he was no longer studying, but if he had family obligations or hobbies she wouldn't want to interfere with them.

Meanwhile, the president of the local college's student council was apparently talking to an individual who held a certain skepticism and dislike for authority. Her thoughts that he should have asked the authorities about his friend, led to an assumption that said authorities might have been responsible for his condition and were innately untrustworthy. "Uh-huh, definitely been through a lot, authority and old people are touchy subjects..." she stated as if this was the only reasonable way to respond. Still, she wasn't at all unhelpful. And just as quickly as his outburst had started, he was talking about the awesomeness of the chosen name Akira for a lad he'd previously known as 'Ren'. "If you say so..." she said hoping that this conversation would be the last of such that she had. She'd given him the information necessary and it seemed he was pleased enough by it. He thanked her for the information and claimed he'd see her when classes started. "Hai hai, it was no trouble at all..." she said seeming not to think about that last bit until she was turning around to walk away. "Eh? How did he get in?" she whispered under her breath as she headed for the local shop she'd been planning to visit all along.

[Bloodedge]

Even though he'd been thinking about consciously failing this interview, Nao seemed to become more forthcoming with the truth than he intended. The moment Rita started talking, all his plans went out the window. The woman was so nice, so understanding and so inviting that he found himself wanting to work for her. How strange. "I understand. I wouldn't jump straight to quitting normally, but... there were some other shenanigans happening at that last job as well. It's been a crazy few days so far," he explained briefly. Nao could probably be a bit more frank with this boss if he landed a job, if he didn't instead catch a case before finishing the interview. She questioned his hours of availability in the event of hiring ─ standard curiosities all around. "Hai. I've already graduated and don't have any connections that would take a lot of my time. I could work full-time for any shift you need filled. If you'd rather put me on nights though, I just request a transition to adjust my existing schedule from something more morning and afternoon-focused. Oh and... you don't have to worry yourself about taking emergency shifts. I could handle those. I... usually work better with less people," he said sheepishly, still keeping his gaze averted to the best of his ability.

At the same time, that blonde male's excitement was building rapidly. He hadn't seen that friend of his in ages. If he ever saw the helpful young woman again, perhaps he'd find a way to repay the favor. Ah, but while they were going their separate ways, Kakihara Shota was walking the streets in search of another form of payback. He'd been driving about previously, seething over the previous day's events. Sadly for him, the very same beat-up sedan that let him escape the beach had recently decided to stop cooperating entirely. As such, Shota was stranded as a pedestrian around some reserved venue for a convention. If nothing else, he supposed it was worth popping in. He'd seen a few random, trashy cosplayers wandering around the area to get a bit of early attention and plan their convention routes. Perhaps he'd find some relief among them? Time would tell. . .

[Apollymi]

The more Rita spoke to this lad, the more she was sure he'd be a great pick. Though he'd been experiencing a rough few days, she understood how quickly life could get away from a person. She wasn't the type to find his ability to keep going past such issues to be anything but endearing as a quality. Besides she could somewhat commiserate with him, even if they weren't exactly in the same place in life, "The last few days have been pretty crazy. Must be something in the water... don't worry about it too much~" she offered the lad with a smile. Life was too short to get hung up on details and to let minor setbacks completely ruin one's future progress. She believed this, now more than she'd had previously. Hearing out what was necessary for any potential switches in time, she gave it a bit more thought and nodded. "Hai hai, I wouldn't just switch you without need, but being honest I am in a transitional period here and I am not sure how the shifts are going to end up working out. Right now, the store opens at 7am and closes at 10pm. But I've been considering some business hours adjustments for a while," she explained of the current situation. "If you prefer to work on your own, I could potentially accommodate after I finish figuring out exactly how scheduling will work. That might be overnights but if you don't mind the switch I am willing to offer a manager in that position about 6.5 million yen a year, for a full-time employee. For the first year of course, I expect sales to make up an easy difference and I should be able to cover a bit more in the years following. I wouldn't want this job to feel dead end or anything like that..." she explained of her future plans. She currently had enough money to make such a claim and keep her business running based on its current influx. "Do you have any questions for me?" she asked hopefully. She was being honest in her claim of wanting transparency with her employees. Her own previous math made it clear that she could currently pay a full years salary to him, Hiroshi and Mami with one addition person while still covering base business expenses and her own living expenses so long as sales kept up with even the previous years projections. It really was lucky for her to find her husband draining her bank account when she did.

Meanwhile, as apparently two college students parted ways with one looking for a friend and the other wondering about the vigorous nature of academic acceptance a different scene was starting. In this case, a young girl with short light pink hair was moving around within a convention set-up. She'd been hired by a couple of cosplayers to take some pictures of the venue as well as to take some special photos for them as well. As a part of that job she was wandering around said venue as it was being set up, taking pictures of choice spots with good natural lighting and interesting backgrounds for photos. She had a bubbly personality and was even waving at a few cosplayers and snapping a few candids as they scurried about. This place was going to be nice, definitely a venue worth coming to during an active convention. And with a copy of the tentative schedule she could even say the celebrity line up would be worth a few pointed photo opportunities.

[Bloodedge]

Nao wasn't the only one dealing with an insane few days recently. Surely they couldn't be on the same page, though. He could only hope it was something in the water ─ something that resulted in one of the employees at his previous job being fired for indecency, and Konomi leaving more recently for similar reasons. Well, whatever happened with Rita was none of his business; he wouldn't pry either way. The only thing Nao could consider his business was the ongoing interview, and apparently the timeframe of his would-be shifts at the establishment. "I would be open to a change of hours if you wanted to expand business. I also understand if it's not possible to have me actually work alone," he said, knowing it would be pointless to call himself a manager if there was no one to manage. The sort of pay she was talking about should come with responsibilities, even if he had to take some risks against his own constitution. First though, did he have questions for Rita? Well... "That uh... makes it sound like I've already got the job, doesn't it? Either way, I don't think I have any questions."

In the meantime, Kakihara Shota was having a bit of luck at last. He'd show that blonde bastard who had Lady Luck's eyes, and Sakura would learn as well. There were quite a few nice-looking cosplayers floating around. Sadly, none of them were exotic enough to combat Sakura. Around and around he went, having little else to do since there was no way his car would function until its engine cooled. In due time, Shota made his way past all the common rabble and saw the most interesting photographer. Some interesting pink hair caught his eye without fail. Immediately drawn, Shota called out following the sound of a snapshot ─ even before he got a good look at the girl whose head he'd seen over a divider. "Oi oi! If you're in the market to take pictures, don't you want somebody else to take one of you? It's not a chance I'd miss!" he chattered.

[Apollymi]

Aihara Nao was already assured a job if he wanted to take it. While they were talking Rita was sure he was a reasonable person and in hearing out his reasoning for his sudden job switches she wasn't at all concerned about his ability to complete the work she had to offer him. "It's good to hear you'd be okay with a bit of flexibility. I don't know officially want I plan to do, but feel free to offer a bit of input if you feel the need to," she offered. If he was to be a manager she'd have to make sure to hear his opinions based on his natural observations. Still she left herself open for questions and he claimed her words made it sound like he already had the job. "Ehehe, you do, have the job, Aihara-kun, if you want it. We could even finish up the major paperwork and have you started if you'd rather work today, Nanami-chan is due off in the next fifteen minutes anyway and I am sure Fukuyama-san wouldn't mind an extra hand or two around until the end of the night," she offered. "Of course, if you have other things to take care of, I'd be fine to see you tomorrow sometime for all of that. There is no rush," she said smoothly. Truly she had no issue offering this lad a job, she had a good feeling about it. Rita held a certain conviction once a decision was made, and her offerings for employment were no different, in being like this though, she simply wasn't the type to offer second chances once someone was proven wrong.

At the same time, the girl behind the divider was happily snapping a few pictures. She wasn't at all unused to a bit of attention as a pretty girl, so when someone called out to her she found herself looking in the direction of the voice. She was wearing a blue flowy skirt and a white spaghetti strapped shirt which hanging frills off her shoulders. On her feet a pair of small heels black in color with strappy little accessories and a flower on them. Under her chest a small string ribbon as tied in a bow. She had a choker necklace with a light blue bow on around her neck as well. Her eyes were a blue color which caught the light oddly sometimes, and her face was rosy and happy. "Well, I am doing a bit of work today, but I don't think cute girls should mind people taking pictures of them♥~" she answered in a happy way. She rather quickly struck a pose with the peace sign and a big grin on her face, assuming such would be a pretty passing interaction. Still this guy was reasonably attractive, she'd hear him out at least if he wanted to chat a bit longer.

[Bloodedge]

Nao had the job, should he decide to take it. What a strange situation he'd walked into. His intention since the moment he saw Rita and confirmed her position as owner was to fail whatever interview she had for him, and move on to apply somewhere else ─ hopefully somewhere full of men he couldn't have strange, sexual accidents with. He'd already seen one or two signs of something building since following her to the office. It should have been easy to reject the job offer or even make the interview go badly from the start, yet her he was... acting differently. "I'd do the paperwork now regardless if it's possible. And if you're going to be down a person soon anyway, it might be best if I start today," he accepted. Why did he do that? There was something about this woman he found incredibly agreeable for some reason. 'Wait, why did I say that? I shouldn't take this job!' he argued with himself mentally. Well, at least the other woman would be leaving soon. All he had to do was survive the paperwork, and it would just be him and that tall man. Things had been going well so far. . .

The girl Shota decided to shout for was even more of a looker than he initially thought, as confirmed when he rounded that divider. Her outfit was put together quite well, her eyes had a special twinkle to them, and the figure was nothing to shake a stick at from what he could tell. Based on her own words, she even had a high and well-deserved opinion of her own looks. Cute girls shouldn't mind people taking their pictures, she claimed. Shota wore a cheeky grin as he sauntered up and readied his phone. "That's what I like to hear! You're finer than any of these cosplayers I'm seeing today!" he praised. Shota would immediately begin snapping photos of this girl's pose, catching a few angles and seemingly focusing the exposed portion of her legs in the fourth shot. "Nice figure to boot! You're not a model, are you? I'd spend half my life's saving for your bikini spread♥~"

[Apollymi]

Aihara Nao was a bit skittish at first but it seemed like he'd warmed up to the idea of working for Rita. This whole hiring process had gone much easier than the one she'd had with Nanami Mami. Perhaps it was simply easier to talk to young men? Or maybe it was that residual hatred that thin girls maintained for their more buxom counterparts until they grew into themselves? Whatever the reason she supposed having an easy interview was much easier than having a hard one. And what was more, she couldn't find any potential flaws in this lad's character based on his own words about his work history. "I'll take that as a formal acceptance. Happy to have you aboard, Aihara-kun," Rita said with much happiness in her voice. She reached over her desk and had to work to wiggle loose a drawer, but still managed to pull out the necessary small packet of papers she'd prepared for any potential new hires. "Eh, maybe I should invest in a small filing cabinet. The previous owner only ever had himself and me and I am already three employees deep," she said joyfully. She'd move a pen across the table for him along with that stack and leave him to filling those out while she pulled up the necessary entry pages on her computer to fill in important documentation while she sat. It'd be more efficient that way.

Meanwhile, a rosy haired maiden was being predated in a way she didn't yet realize. A few pictures seemed harmless enough and several were taken of her as she was fed compliments. "Aw, thanks. That's super nice, but the extra real cosplayers and attendees aren't here just yet. They won't be until the big weekend slots~" she added assuming because he was here, there was some interest maintained in the venue and the upcoming convention. It was sure to be something worth seeing at the very least. A few compliments were always good for a girl's ego though and a gentle blush bloomed across her face. "I'm a cute girl, but I spend most of my time on the other end of a camera. Glad to hear I also look good in pictures though~" she added seemingly pleased about the whole thing. Well, what girl wouldn't be happy to receive a compliment or two. Even the slight oddity about bikini spreads could be mostly ignored since the modeling comment was made. That was how a girl like this one thought about it anyways. She was at least familiar enough with cameras and pictures to know where about the lens was pointed towards the end, well, she did have nice legs, she supposed that wasn't the oddest point to take a picture of considering the bikini based commentary.

[Bloodedge]

And so, Aihara Nao had a new job within hours of leaving the previous. He felt more positive about working for Nara Rita than he expected, but the concern hadn't gone anywhere. Oh well; all he had to do was fill out some paperwork. Keeping that in mind, he waited for Rita to provide whatever papers and pen he needed... though even that seemed suspicious. The work she had to apply for the sake of acquiring just the papers required some wiggling. A woman as buxom as her had no business doing things like that; unnecessary amounts of jiggle physics would certainly be applied. At the very least, there were no accidents attributed to the drawer opening. Nao let loose a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, then buckled down. His right elbow landed atop the desk for stabilization purposes, his eyes focused firmly on the papers, and his left hand took up the pen to begin writing. Nao just had to focus and get the job done quickly... then, he could move on and give another job a chance. 'No accidents, no accidents,' he kept chanting mentally.

Shota was quite used to having compliments go a long way. He was obviously leaps and bounds above the average guy visually, and the confidence he wore when approaching women had to be a breath of fresh air. Oh, how good he was! This pink-haired lass had some humility to go along with everything else, diverting attention to the fact that major cosplayers still weren't at the venue. "You'll still put them to shame, cutie~" he argued from behind the phone. It was a shame that she was most often at the other end of a camera. From what Shota could see, she'd make one hell of a model, wholesome or otherwise. In fact, he was already thinking of what she would look like modeling some naughty lingerie, or even... nothing at all. "You should be on this end more! Let's get a turnaround shot while you look back at the camera!" he suggested. "Oh and these are some great pics! Why don't you share ID with me? I can send them to you so you can really appreciate how great you look!" he added, throwing in a very friendly wink.

[Apollymi]

Rita waited calmly where she was sitting. She had no issues waiting for him to finish with certain sheets so she could enter the date on her screen. It would only take a few minutes and then he'd be started properly as well, taking care of a long term problem. Her life had definitely started turning around since she met Hiroshi and reconnected with her family. She was practically beaming and seemingly wasn't even concerned about any stray looks that came her way. All the while that sturdy old desk had seen better days. It'd been here since the store had opened and though it was always stable, it seemed age was catching up to it. Rita already had it in mind to replace it, she simplyh hadn't gotten it together enough to have the desk she had back in storage put together and this one moved out. Whatever the case, the next few minutes would pass relatively without incident while she peeked at the cameras. She could see the antsy behavior developing in Mami as she watched the clock ready to get out of work. Oh well, she didn't expect anyone to be fully devoted to the job like that.

At the same time, that girl at the convention venue was still having a casual conversation and photo opportunity with a passing man. Though she was no cosplayer, this particular young man seemed fond enough of her look to want a few pictures of her, and she wouldn't argue about it. They were some harmless shots after all. At the very least he was quite good at talking her up. "Aww, that really is sweet, thanks..." she supposed in exchange for that, his next request for a particular pose was well within reason. "Hai hai, since you've been so nice~" she claimed. She understood what it was like to have an unresponsive subject, so she'd spin a little turn with a little bend and smile brightly at the camera. All the while, managing something between flirty and cute and innocent. Ah, but the sweet talker was this lad as he claimed to want to send her those pictures and buttered her up even more. Even if she was aware of the flirts she couldn't find any real fault in his approach. "Ano, you're really a smooth talker huh? I guess I would like the pictures... here..." she offered turning back her own phone in hand to give the ID needed for them to exchange some information. "Shichigu Mitsuki, by the way..." she offered her name along with that exchange, it'd be weird to have someone's number without knowing their name, she wasn't weird or anything.

[Bloodedge]

Nao could almost happily continue with his paperwork. Not only was it the only thing he had let, but he and Rita were completely separated by the desk between them. Under any normal circumstance, he would have expected to happen upon a buxom owner who thought to look over his shoulder and generally keep in close proximity. Rita wasn't doing that, much to Nao's satisfaction and mental health. Little did he know, this wasn't so simple a situation. Most of the way through his paperwork, Nao heard something very disturbing. A simple creak was all it was... but it certainly came from the desk he was leaning into. Everything stopped then; he didn't dare make another move. He did, however, have multiple possibilities flash in his mind. There had to be a way out of an accident happening here, the young man thought.

Kakihara Shota was also going through a series of thoughts that involved two bodies making contact. The woman he already had half a dozen pictures of was receptive enough to his approach that she turned around just as he requested, even adding a bend to the pose as she smiled for the camera. Shota took two pictures: one tall shot overall, and one wide shot focusing on her legs, ass and that bend to her spine. "Wow! Cute and sexy! You go!" he exclaimed. With that, Shota moved on with the next phase of his plan. This girl was willing to accept an exchange of phone numbers as well, introducing herself while readying her device. "That's the ticket, Chigucchi! Kakihara Shota desu!" he greeted during the exchange. Once Mitsuki's contact was established in his phone, Shota went about sending the images he had one at a time. First came the initial shot that focused on her face. That one was immediately followed in sequence until that first picture focusing on Mitsuki's legs was sent. Following that one, there was a sudden image of his erection taken from a mirror in his old apartment floor, showing his cock and shit-eating grin from a low POV. As if that one hadn't been sent at all, he followed right after with the pictures of Mitsuki from behind. "Aaaand there! Ah, looks like I made a mistake though! I accidentally sent something else. Isn't that funny though? It's almost like the first set, plus that, equals something like the second set," he said, laughing cheekily.

[Apollymi]

Rita wasn't the type to invade personal space if it didn't need to be invaded. This young man was obviously coming to work for her, and she could at least trust him to do his own paperwork. She'd finish putting it in and all would be well. Ah, but that creaking wasn't just heard by him. Rita wondered if this old desk wasn't going to be a problem long before she managed to put together the new one. "Hm, that is a bit weird. But..." Rita stood in that moment, sliding her own chair back without a hitch she leaned forward to take the papers if they were complete. Once again her hip would touch the desk side and when it did the desk would start to collapse. Odd, it had been so sturdy in the days prior, it wouldn't be holding to that gentle tap and Rita would be sent tumbling towards Aihara, face and chest first, as if she would land directly atop him. "WOOAH!" was her only exclamation for this event. Whatever would come of it, it was clearly some kind of freak accident and nothing to truly be worried about, this was Rita's stance.

Meanwhile, something done with purpose, was the flirting actions of one Kakihara Shota. Perhaps, he got away with it, due to the uniqueness of the approach to any who didn't know? Whatever the case, the girl who'd introduced herself as Shichigu Mitsuki, was being fed compliments and very obviously locked in his sights. Cute and sexy, he called her. Such a juxtaposition was odd but not completely unheard of, Mitsuki could accept the compliment. The familiarity which he chose to address her with was also odd. Didn't he find it embarrassing to so openly address someone he just met? "Chigucchi? Never heard it like that before..." she mused it wasn't negative, maybe just a little weird a bit forceful in its familiarity? "Hai, nice to meet you, Kakihara-kun..." she managed. Ah, but that didn't matter, there were a lot of things going on at the moment including an influx of pictures. She went through them and found herself to be quite attractive on one end. "Eh! These are pretty good, I should praise myself~" she said rhetorically. "And you too..." she paused. She'd been about to offer some form of praise to Kakihara Shota for his abilities on the opposite end of a cmaera but... what she saw in the middle of that string was a picture of the lad straddling a mirror, fully naked. She gave a quick look at his physical form and given her own knowledge of photography and angles knew that there was quite a package inside his pats. There were other pictures sent to her that she should be looking at but this one would keep her attention. "Accidents happen sometimes... don't worry about it..." she mentioned. Oh, well there was something to it. Perhaps it was one of those artistic interpretation things. Or maybe he truly was just using this as an in, but even if he was, could she really not try a cock like that herself? As long as a condom was present it wouldn't be too much of a problem. And surely someone this candid about sharing his nudes wanted to engage in sexual activity.

[Bloodedge]

The creaking of Rita's desk was more than just 'weird' as she put it. To Nao, it was an omen. Terrible things were about to happen to him. Would this be a job he lost before his paperwork was even submitted to complete the hiring process? Maybe, he thought. No! Nao had to fight; he had to be alert and ready for reaction. When Rita stood and reached for his papers, he thought the time was coming quickly. Ah, and it did. That desk gave way, and though he tried to circumvent fate by sliding back, the leg of his chair collapsed as well. "Chikusho!" he yelled. In the end, Nao's chair crumbled and left him sitting on the floor... and there it was. An unusually gorgeous face for an older woman was careening toward him, and so were two things large enough to feed the entire prefecture's infants. Well, at least he was in position to save her from injury. He was not, however, in position to avoid those hulking milkers landing square in his lap. The speed of impact should have hurt, but how could something so soft do harm to anyone? Of course, it helped that Rita's breasts were 'conveniently' landing on either side of his unmentionables. Wait... was that help? That definitely didn't make things better! As history would have it, Nao had reason to believe things would only get worse from there. Still, he couldn't help his genuine concern in the moment. "Are you alright?" he asked immediately.

Shota had no issues making himself very familiar with people. After all, he'd see to it they became very familiar with each other very soon. It would all start with that one picture he slipped in when sending Mitsuki the set. She'd been just on the verge of complimenting him too. What perfect timing! "Oh? What were you thinking of praising me for, Chigucchi?" he asked with a deviant little smirk. Either Mitsuki was playing along with his bit, or she genuinely believed that picture was sent accidentally. Either way, she'd left him the perfect opening ─ one only made better by the fact that her gaze lingered on that image. "Accidents do happen. I'm glad you're being a good sport about it, but you could still let me make it up to you. How about I be your photographer? I think there's more to the story we just made in that reel; don't you?" was Shota's reply. With that, he was looking around to ensure there were no wandering eyes in the vicinity. Things looked clear enough to him. "Or maybe we say it's not an accident. In that case, I showed you something and that skirt looks mighty loose on you♥~"

[Apollymi]

A creak, a fall, a collapsed chair. And Rita found herself saved from colliding with the floor but in exchange she was currently pressed into the upturned lap of her newest hire, Aihara Nao. His outburst connected back to something said earlier, just the same Rita would find herself not shifting immediately, instead having a bit of a laugh at the situation. "Heheh~ That one is my fault. I promise I'm not usually this clumsy and I've had replacing that desk on my to-do list for months. I was just a bit too busy to get around to it immediately, you know?" she asked mostly rhetorically. As for how she felt she easily answered. "Oh, I'm alright, come equipped with my own airbags and all... sorry that probably wasn't appropriate but if these are the kinds of 'accidents' you were talking about they definitely aren't the sort of thing I'd fire you over," she mentioned as she got her hands set on either side of him and gently sat up while double checking him as well. "Also sorry about the landing there, are you alright?" she asked of the lad, who seemed just as much psychologically traumatized as he could be physically harmed by the whole incident. Whatever the case, she'd be as fair to the lad as humanly possible, knowing that something like this was definitely just a build up of small things and not just some mystical form of bad luck or anything like that.

Moving on from that point, it seemed Kakihara Shota was about to be praised before an image interrupted the thoughts of Mitsuki enough to keep her from going further with just that. "I was going to say these compositions are pretty nice, from a technical standpoint..." she mentioned, still there she was looking at an unsolicited picture of someone's cock. Normally such a thing would garner sheer disgust and likely a tongue lashing along with an immediate block. It'd become a disaster story between friends, 'Remember that time some guy used taking pictures of me at a convention as an excuse to send me his dick', yeah that was a clear thought as a potential tale, but for some reason there was no immediate disgust, it was as if it was replaced by curiosity and allowed to continue based on sheer audacity. "Letting you make it up to me would sound fair. I'm not the sort of person who holds grudges or anything..." she said. Still she couldn't ignore the itch in the back of her brain, like something encouraging her to at last try it out a bit. "Eh? This is a pretty public place though... and I'm working. I can't do anything that revealing given the scene. But if that's your angle..." she gave it a bit more thought. "We could hold off a bit and let me finish up and find somewhere more private to discuss something like that," she settled on that. Surely no one could be upset about a deal like that. It wasn't as if he took that picture on the spot or anything. And obviously the end goal of such flirting was trying to get into someone else's pants.

[Bloodedge]

Surprisingly, Nao wasn't in the same amount of danger he expected. It would have been normal for this turn of events to result in him going home, jobless... or even being in police custody. None of that was happening, though. In fact, Nara Rita was... laughing? She was far more comfortable with things like this than he ever expected, even taking blame for the faulty desk. That said nothing of the chair, however. As the one who'd been sitting in it, he knew nothing was wrong with its structure before. It was cruel and unusual fate that landed that giant, soft, luscious rack in his lap. Wait, why was he thinking like that? Well, how couldn't he? "It's not your fault. These things happen all the time. Well... around me at least," he said. Hearing Rita talk about her natural airbags was giving Nao a lot of mental images, which were immediately fueled by visual confirmation while she pushed up. Maybe she wouldn't fire him over that landing, but that said nothing about the erection he'd have in roughly twelve seconds. Luckily, she pulled away before that happened. Ah, but luck and Nao didn't really get along in these situations. "I'm fine. I'm fine," he said while trying to push himself up. In doing so however, his hand was rested atop a broken chair leg. What of it? Well, that same chair leg had already managed to slip into his belt loop, causing his breeches to temporarily catch between that and Nao's stiffening member. His rise was too swift to stop the pull before it went too far. As a result... "Guah!" he shouted as the immediate release of constraints had his tool springing forth over fully zipped and fastened pants. As things would have it, that spring-loaded dick would be swiping across Rita's face if not avoided, all before a bare-assed Nao fell back onto the broken chair again.

All the while, Shota was hearing about his picture-taking ability from a girl who kept looking at the still of his cock. "Well, you know... I tried to get the best angle~" he replied, clearly talking about the specific photo now visible on Mitsuki's screen instead of the others. After a few moments, it became clear that Mitsuki was interested in his advances. He'd soon be making that 'accident' up to her. Alas, it seemed she had something against his other suggestion. The public nature of the convention venue had her thinking the better of doing something revealing, leading her to suggest that they wait and find a private place to discuss such matters later. Well, Shota intended that anyway... eventually. "Oh come on, nobody's looking this way now. Look ─ they're all scoping the place out. Plenty of time to flip that skirt up for a quick peek and a shot. I'm not asking you to take your panties off or anything... Well, unless you're feeling that frisky♥~" he goaded, keeping his phone at the ready in case of a favorable response.

[Apollymi]

Nao wasn't in the same kinds of danger he was normally, simply because the owner of this shop, wasn't as held up on propriety or decency as other people. She saw life as a few moments strung together and saw no reason to hold happenstance against someone. Given she'd all but fallen in his lap, she felt the need to apologize. What she got in exchange for that apology was the knowledge that indeed these were the sorts of accidents he ran from. And that things like this always happened around him. "Sou ka, it seems like a lot still, not your fault. I was here during this, I witnessed it," she said as she backed away putting space between them. But surely she wasn't done witnessing the extremes of this particular from of happenstance. An odd series of evens saw this lad's pants being tugged by a broken chair leg and then rather suddenly a hard dick was flying towards her face. She was a party girl in her younger years, avoiding such a thing wasn't difficult, surprising thought it was to see happen. "Ara, I see why this ends up being a problem for you. Not this..." she said pointing to his cock, while looking at it from both sides. "Nice by the way... but yeah appropriateness..." she confirmed with herself. Getting up herself. "I can see now why you have so many problems if things like this are constantly happening around you. I feel like most would call it lucky and just go with it at some point," she mused shaking her head. "Still, you didn't do anything wrong and I don't think it will be a huge issue. I'll do my part as the owner though and make sure things are as reasonable for you as possible. I'll give you a minute and let you fix that up. And stand outside the door to make sure you don't have any run-ins with Nanami-chan, can't speak for her character or her potential reactions..." Rita said.

Meanwhile, Shota was choosing to think her compliments were about that one photo he shared of himself naked. They weren't but as the conversation had already taken a bit of a turn, arguing the point wasn't something Mitsuki would be doing. "We're definitely talking about two different things..." she mused but she didn't seem to be annoyed or anything of the sort. Her come back to his suggestion of flipping up her skirt, was heard but he pushed for more. That was about natural, maybe she shouldn't be turned off by it? He did already show her all he had going on, even if it was part of his pick-up... she was still Japanese and thus an ingrained sense of exchange existed. And though she wasn't one for public indecency she wouldn't show too much. She looked around a bit nervously, a hint of shame painting her face before she flipped her skirt up revealing a little white lace pair of shorts on her round bottom. That would be visible for approximately 7 seconds before she flipped it back down. "There, now we're even...Has anyone ever told you, you're kind of pushy," she stated. Moving on she supposed she'd finish her actual shots for the venue and get going with work.

[Bloodedge]

Life wasn't becoming any less strange for Nao. Even with the accidental flinging of his dick, Rita didn't seem like she'd be firing him at all. No, she fully accepted it as yet another accident. Most women he encountered in this way were less understanding by a longshot. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been standing in front of the police, explaining himself for some girl falling on him, accidentally exposing him or herself, or... well, the list was quite long by now. Whatever the case, Rita expressed her understanding of his problem ─ specifically not his dick, which she took under scrutiny from multiple angles before complimenting. What the hell was happening? "Uh... what?" Nao was baffled even as Rita went on with her explanation. This was one of very few times he'd be able to walk away from one of these accidents and consider it lucky, if only because he was walking away without being slapped, handcuffed or something else aggressive. Rita was going to work with him and his condition. She'd even give him time to get himself together, but... he still couldn't get over the direction things were taking. Nao sat there bewildered, trying to wrap his head around things. "Ano... am I dreaming? This sounds like the plot of some new-age porno. Did I just accidentally apply to a sex job? Is this the part where I find out my bonuses are all sex favors and opportunities? Does that really happen? Is it illegal? What if I agree to it? Wait, how do I know this isn't a trap to finally put me away for life after someone's been watching everything that happened to me for years? That probably would have happened a while back. Apply late for job, interview, oppai, nice dick, keep job... no sense," he rambled. It didn't seem like Nao was even speaking to a person at the time. Indeed, his mind had broken just a bit.

Mitsuki and Shota were indeed having two different conversations, but Shota had every intention of keeping the discussion aimed in one direction: the one he favored. In doing so, he aimed to earn himself a bit of a show from Mitsuki. How would that work out? Well, a little goading and the tiniest hint of emotional blackmail was apparently enough. Before he knew it, Mitsuki was scanning the area. It was a clear sign that she'd soon be doing precisely what he wanted, so Shota readied his camera. These types didn't present themselves for a very long time at all; he had to be quick when taking the picture. Seven seconds, he had. Within four, Shota had two separate pictures. By the seventh second, his free hand was on the move. Mitsuki's skirt fell, but part of it descended only as low as his wrist. Shota's hand was below, a long middle finger hellbent on reaching a lace-clad crotch and rubbing into the folds of flesh beyond. Maybe he was pushy... but they definitely weren't even now. "Oh, that was supposed to make us even? Gomen, gomen! I must've misread a sign somewhere. Taking this tips the scales, right?"

[Apollymi]

Life for Aihara Nao was indeed getting better, whether he realized it or not. Rita truly wasn't bothered by his 'illness' and if she could help him and keep steady management for her shop, she'd do so without hesitation. Still, Aihara's immediate question about her looking over his manhood was one she noted with enough grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, I did say you weren't the only one going through some oddities at the moment. I did mean that, being recently single I might have reverted a bit... Still, I'll try to keep the lines a bit better if you prefer. I can't always help the things that fall out of my mouth sometimes though... I don't have much of a filter to begin with," she said managing to only seem a bit shy about the whole thing. The truth of the matter was, this lad was definitely more impressive than her husband had been, and found himself in interesting company like that of the tall man outside without having nearly the same height to offer. Ah, but it seemed that Rita's general acceptance of this situation and the young man in front of her caused his mind to malfunction a bit. It was like all the experiences of no one truly believing his misfortune had all built up to this particular break. "As far as I can tell, you aren't dreaming. I am not really so into porn so I couldn't tell you about that... This really isn't a sex job, I do just need a manager for the store to split the work load with when Fukuyama-san is gone. And while I am sure there are people trading sex and sexual favors for labor, but I do actually plan to pay you. If you'd accept sex I could see it happening but isn't the main draw here. No strings or anything like that. At least not with me, I didn't think about a fraternization policy but I honestly didn't expect to have so many employees so soon. But we're all grown ups, put your boundaries where you need them," Rita mentioned with a firm nod. "I am definitely not going to get you arrested or anything. I have cameras up, even ones you can't see, so if an accident happens just let me know. I'll review and we can go from there. I would however say it's best if you keep yourself out of the direct line of customers when possible to avoid something happening when no one is here to have your back on something. But I won't jump to conclusions. You can actually work this job and we'll treat it like an illness or disability. You tell me your limits and I'll try to make work approachable for you, sound fair?" she asked of the lad wondering if he'd even heard her during that gap in his brain's functionality.

While acceptance was being found in the convenience store, someone else was having their hand forced into it a bit more. Emotional blackmail wasn't what most would call a day one tool for dealing with a relative stranger, but it did seem to be working. Mitsuki, didn't like the idea of feeling unevenly indebted, so she'd shown her rear in those little white lace short styled panties. Seven seconds was enough for a few shots with the right kind of camera or the right trigger speed. It would seem though that this simply wasn't enough. Images received, for images received was indeed supposed to count as even, but it seemed that Kakihara was not here for established normal boundaries. No, he was pushing even further, a hand slipping under Mitsuki's lowering skirt and a long finger finding its way to her fonds from behind. There was a certain sudden influx of sensation which caused her to gasp a little, but her body wouldn't immediately moved either. "Gah! Pictures for pictures would have been even, this is definitely tipping the scales..." she uttered quietly. She couldn't risk drawing attention to herself in a situation like this, she'd definitely be blamed. And maybe he was just egar, there wasn't anything wrong with that. At least it wasn't his intention to just stick his dick in somewhere without working up to it. With her face already red, it seemed her body understood enough to want to slip away and make sure her skirt made it back down. "You shouldn't just spring something like that on me, I told you... I am working right now," the girl said only managing to look mildly huffy.

[Bloodedge]

Nao could easily believe he wasn't the only one going through crazy times lately. None of Rita's responses were making sense. Actually, Nao couldn't make sense of a single thing he heard until... she mentioned the openness of sex as payment if he happened to be receptive of it. Suddenly, everything made sense! This wasn't a sex job ─ it was a freak haven! Nara Rita was the imperfect person appearing at the perfect time in his life, essentially acting as an enabler to his unexplained condition. Alas, Nao was left with a bit of turmoil. That line definitely made this seem like a porn plot. What was he to do with it? In his experience, things became more sexual as he tried to make them less so. If he hadn't been sitting there with a broken brain, he still wouldn't have gotten up just because of the likeliest outcome. "I uh... that's so much to unpack! But... if what you're saying is real, it's a relief. I normally shouldn't even try getting up in a situation like this. Like... if I try to get up, I'll slip again, and something else will happen to make you slip mouth-first into my lap again. That's usually when the police have to get involved and check cameras and stuff. Uh! I'm not saying I have a problem with that. It's not what happens, but how it happens and... what it usually leads to. Gomen," he said in the end.

All the while, Shota was still trying to talk and act his way into something very interesting. Not only would this Mitsuki girl serve as an excellent target for jabbing at Sakura and that damn Hiruko; she'd also be a lovely pickup in general. An experienced hand could feel as much when tucking itself between covered folds, even as Mitsuki protested against his approach. "My bad, Chigucchi!" he said even though, physically, he wasn't stopping his actions or trying to let them be stopped. That one finger of Shota's was rather quick. "I know you're working, but that's just your hands and eyes, right? Are you saying you don't like it? I could just be the guy learning how to take good pictures by looking over you shoulder. Nobody has to see where my hand is going♥~" he goaded, snickering all the while.

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, Nara Rita was being confronted by the reality of the bad luck possessed by Aihara Nao. He remained sitting and went through a few sentences which explained how he thought this moment would go if he moved. Rita had her brows raise in surprise as she heard this explanation. "If you were younger, and I'd not already been part of these oddities, I'd say you have an overactive imagination," Rita said though she just waved it off. "Still, you said that way too quickly for me to believe that it is anything other than true from your own experience," she said with full empathy. "I won't get in the way of this, and if you'd prefer not to have too many more problems I could leave you back here and have you get started assembling the desk in that back storage closet for me. It'd at least keep you away from Nanami-chan until she's gone for the day..." she offered with a small smile. "Also I realize what I said was a lot to unpack, but just know I won't hold any random incidents against you. Though I do think we should actually get some work done today, I'd still be wiling to discuss extras with you later~" Rita mentioned almost teasingly. At the same time, Nanami Mami was finally seeing the clock approach the right time and she, grabbed her cup from under the counter and headed to the back break room to grab her things. "I'm out for the day, later Nara-san..." she said quickly aiming to slip out before she was asked to stay later or anything like that. In fact she was in quite the rush, to make sure she could reach a certain hospital within a certain amount of time. "Hai hai, have a nice day," Rita mentioned casually standing outside her own office and pulling up the door to avoid any unnecessary eyes.

Meanwhile, a handsy Kakihara Shota wasn't letting up. Poor Mitsuki wasn't able to separate herself from him, and once such an activity started, separating without making a scene became infinitely more difficult. She'd definitely been understating how pushy this lad was... now she was starting to believe he'd become some kind off sexual thrill seeker after realizing that women wouldn't just immediately be put off by that large member of his. "You shouldn't apologize like that when you know you don't mean it," she huffed whle biting her lip. She supposed she should have been able to take the last few pictures she'd been aiming for without stirring up too much of a fuss. What was more, he wasn't exactly wrong, she didn't mind the physical contact or anything, just the timing of it seemed so off, given she'd been nothing but clear about what she was doing right now. Ah, but the knowledge that the timing was off, didn't stop her body from reacting. No, her hips shimmied a little in response to that finger as her loins began to soak her lace panties and she put all of her extra mental ability into framing a proper picture. "I don't hate it, and I guess I can finish these last few shots with a bit of a distraction. Still..." she uttered quietly. Oh well, there was a bit of war going on and her brain was losing to the sensation in her loins and her already planned future excitement. It was a good thing she was staying at a nearby hotel, it would have been hell to catch a train all the way back home. Of course, there was a bit of unsteadiness and her fingers were twitching a little as he went on. A few shots of the venue she could be heard snapping them and then peeking at her camera display in deep thought.

[Bloodedge]

Rita wasn't wrong to express how unbelievable his situation was. Even so, she had little reason to be in disbelief after being directly involved, apparently. The scenario he spoke of had indeed occurred in his past once or twice. Nao could do nothing but nod along when Rita made that comment, confirming the truth of her assumption. Regardless, it seemed she did want to get some actual work out of him. He did apply with that intention, so she'd be getting no arguments from him. One specification was that he be kept away from Nanami until her departure, and another was... something about discussing extras with him later. Did that mean what he thought it did? If so, this really was a massive turning point in Nao's life. No matter; assembling a desk was technically doable so long as he didn't have to call Rita to help with some other form of accident. Well, even if that was required, it seemed things might be fine moving forward. As long as he could still work and get paid successfully, Nao was happy. "I'll─" He couldn't even get a few words out before hearing the blonde girl's departure announcement. Wasn't she a new employee? That was such a strange and abrupt leave to take note of. "Does she have an emergency situation or something?" he wondered immediately. Moving on from that, he did think to complete the original clause. "Anyway, that all sounds great. I'm trying to wrap my head around the other stuff, but... yeah, I do actually plan to work. You said you have a desk I can assemble?" Nao asked while making every attempt to get his trousers in order before even getting up.

According to Mitsuki, Shota shouldn't be apologizing for something he didn't mean. Well, she wasn't doing enough to stop his advances either. A minor attempt to free herself was viewed as a matter of embarrassment in public settings. He didn't care. Shota's duty at the moment was to ensure he settled himself for future access. He'd do that the best way he knew how: by getting himself as far as possible right away. "No worries, Chigucchi. Your two mouths are sending me mixed signals though♥~" he asserted. The way Mitsuki began to move against his finger told him everything he needed to know. Shota was establishing his place, with a damp finger to show for his efforts. Moreover, Mitsuki began her attempts to keep up the photography task at hand. As she did, he guarded her backside with his own body to keep that finger discretely active. He even leaned in to hold his head over her shoulder, as if actually looking into her camera... though all he did was blow into her ear from that position. "Still what? Don't think you can stay distracted without giving up on the job?"

[Apollymi]

Rita was willing to take a chance on Nao, and he apparently was willing to work even though he wasn't yet ready to cross any 'taboo' lines on purpose just yet. That was all fine, but before they could continue their conversation one Nanami Mami was leaving for the day without even asking anything of importance about the end of her shift. The question posed by Nao was one which Rita would answer with a bit of healthy skepticism. "I don't know that she does, at least she didn't mention one when she asked to start today after seeing her the other day. I also opened the store late today so it's not even like she got a full shift out of it. I really don't think she's going to last very long if I am being honest. But I do like to give people a fair shake..." Rita explained of her situation with Mami. Of course, as this lad was hired as a manager she fully wanted him to understand the other staff if he could. Moving on from that point, he began trying to properly redress himself and spoke of wanting to put together that desk for Rita. She would happily allow him to have that sort of individual task for himself. "Yes, I do have a desk for you to assemble, with Nanami-chan gone, I can tell you its in the break room in a storage closet, still in the box. There is one of those hand truck and a tool box in there it should have everything you need. I'll show you..." she offered knowing that he had a bit of bad luck but that wasn't something she'd stress about personally.

While one was being introduced to a new form of life, the young lady trying to take pictures of the convention venue was being molested. Though she likely would have agreed to something with this lad, the start was a bit dubious at best. Even so, she'd not properly pulled away and in fact, Kakihara Shota only closed in the gap. Perhaps she would have found it easier to settle into this deviance if it hadn't felt quite so rushed. Well, she supposed some people knew what they wanted in only a short while, she didn't hate a personality like that. "I was trying to work so of course, there are mixed signals... a five minute wait wouldn't have killed anyone," she huffed. She really didn't need that much time. She was already on her last rounds. She knew conventions were places were a lot of people had their most casual and crazy hookups but she didn't think this would be a way to start one before others were even walking around with the full atmosphere to bolster it. She didn't get the time to think about it either, as she took another picture and rather suddenly had the lad blowing into her ear when she went to check it. Between that little maneuver and the movement of his finger, a little moan slipped out between her lips. "Agah~ I think you're trying on purpose to stop me from getting my last few shots," she griped, but her body didn't agree. Well, Just a couple more and she'd surely have enough to satisfy the early part of her contract. She couldn't let getting laid potentially stop her from making money. Still, if this went on any longer she'd likely experience an orgasm ruining both her panties and her mind for a few minutes yet.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, it was a total mystery whether Nanami Mami did or didn't have some emergency to take care of. She'd just started this job today, and had only worked a partial shift. Why then, was she leaving so suddenly and so hurriedly? Nao had to agree with Rita on her longevity here. "I'd say the same. It's rare to see that in an adult," he mused about the blonde's apparent lack of work ethic. Well, that wasn't his issue at this exact moment. First, Nao had to get his pants in order ─ something he managed with only a few minor slips that didn't become an incident. Rita did have a desk she wanted him to assemble. Slowly did Nao rise as she explained where it was, ending with an offer to show him to the storage closet. He supposed with the one other woman gone for now, and this one having an understanding an very unexpected acceptance of his condition, there was no cause for concern in following her. In fact, Nao had more reason to believe following Rita would be very lucrative for any and every reason one could think of in this case. Something she mentioned being in the storage room didn't make sense to him, but he was sure it would when he saw inside. "Hai hai! Show me to it and I'll get right to work!" he said firmly. It had been so long since Nao was able to get a job and actually focus on the work itself, he seemed genuinely excited to get something done. Excluding his very first job or two, he'd never worked in a place without worry of when he'd have a random sexual encounter with this coworker or that customer. Life was really turning around for him. . .

Shota didn't agree with the idea of waiting even five minutes in this situation. Five minutes was more than enough time for a change of heart. He couldn't have her taking too much time to consider or reconsider what would be happening between them. A single moment of acceptance would be taken and run with, per Shota's desire. "You sure about that? A lot can happen in five minutes, Chigucchi. I'll show you what I mean," he challenged. Mitsuki tried to complete her given tasks through the distraction of his finger. For a while, it seemed she was doing a great job of it as well. Alas, then came the audible reaction when his breath reached her ear. Was he trying to stop her from getting the pictures she needed? No, not at all. In all actuality, Shota was just trying to ensure he could get the pictures he wanted by the end. "Iia, iia, it's nothing like that. Look, I'm just trying to get you opened up and ready♥~" he suggested as that finger pressed and rubbed more firmly between Mitsuki's legs. "You're gonna need to be, after all. Oh... you didn't have plans for the rest of the night, did you?"

[Apollymi]

Nanami Mami didn't necessarily have an emergency. No the truth of that matter was something else entirely, but that wouldn't be discovered for quite a while yet. Instead, Aihara Nao was being allowed to begin to flourish. "Yeah, really rare... I get work life-balance and all of that, but you'd think she would have at least stayed to find out if she had any duties before she left," Rita mentioned almost casually. She didn't make it a habit of calling upon former employers, she didn't think it was the best idea to have someone tainting the image of a new hire before she heard them out. But if certain behaviors continued a quick call or two could let her know what to expect from Nanami Mami. Regardless, she'd put that aside in favor of leading Nao towards his first real task of his employment. "That's more the kind of attitude I expect. It's good energy~" Rita mentioned as she lead the way out into the store in a path that would take them around the new drink machine and towards the break room. All the while she saw that there had been at least a gentle lull in customers which made it easy for them to move around a bit without it causing an issue for Nao. "I should specify that I never got any of the pieces out of the box. It really has just been sitting there since I ordered it months ago." she said of the new desk for her office. There were a few other things in that same storage room with a similar story, stuff she hadn't gotten around to making the fixes for given her already busy schedule just running the store and trying to save her broken marriage. Without one of those things working as an active distraction and with some extra hands she thought to at least get through the backlog of work.

Shota didn't want to wait five minutes for any potential mind changes, Mitsuki just wanted to finish her work. If nothing else, she was still Japanese and would like to put out her best works whenever it was possible. But here she was, a finger playing against lace panties and wet folds while she tried to capture a few clear pictures. She ended up switching her camera to quick shutter mode, in the hopes of capturing a few of those last shots without the tilt caused by her own shaky body. "A lot can happen in five minutes... for instance, I could have finished my shoot..." she whispered while pressing that button again. Ah, upon looking at the camera she'd actually gotten a few perfect pictures in the middle of her own shaking. Just a few more at this speed should allow her to get exactly what she needed out of this. He wanted to get her open and ready, he claimed not stop her from doing her work. It wasn't as if they could start immediately... she'd still have to make it back to her room at least. What was more a bit of a firmer press had her whimpering a little moan as the last of the pictures was snapped. Did she have any plans for the night... no. Did he really intend to keep her busy for that long? Well, she supposed she'd be finding out. "Iia, I was just going to load these up and spend the night in my hotel room..." she answered honestly. With her chip full and all the shots she needed in place, she supposed it was fine to allow that weakening in her knees as dampness overtook her loins and she experienced a fresh orgasm for her troubles, quiet thought it was.

[Bloodedge]

Finally up and stable without any issues, Nao was more than prepared to start assembling Rita's new desk. He may have considered it strange as the first task he was given as a new manager prospect, but frankly... he'd do literally any task this woman had for him now. She called his reaction good energy, but it wasn't necessarily innate to his person. To note that, he stood erect with a fist slammed to his chest. "Innocent! I'm excited because I finally have a job I might be able to keep! I'll do anything you need!" he announced with full conviction. That tired expression Aihara Nao once had was slipping away moment by moment. There was even a bit of pep in his step as they walked out into the store, but... his mood didn't save the situation. As they moved past that modified soda/coffee machine, there was an unforseen malfunction. The device conveniently went haywire while both Rita and Nao were in the line of fire for burst pipes. On Nao's end, he was sprayed top to bottom with a mix of sticky syrups. He was nailed from hair to shoes so perfectly, it seemed almost like a planned event or divine intervention. Of course, Rita was in line to receive the same treatment, though it seemed there was an additional, consistent spray of cold carbonated water aimed perfectly at her chest. Nao couldn't even react by doing anything but stopping in his tracks. This wasn't even the fifth time such a thing happened to him. In fact, Hiroshi had more of a reaction from his position at the ramen stall. The tall male shifted his gaze skeptically toward the unfolding accident, having but one thing to think. 'Interesting. That sort of malfunction shouldn't be happening at all ─ certainly not for several more days,' he thought.

Mitsuki agreed that much could happen in five minutes. She could have finished her work, but she could have also decided the time to follow would not involve Shota. He had to plant himself in her mind and body, and he had to do it in a major way. If he left her with high expectations and wanting within that same five minutes, his position would be fully established. Lo and behold, that seemed to be the route things were taking. A trembling body was joined by weak knees even in a silent orgasm that Shota felt against his fingertip. Five minutes was enough. Mitsuki's initial plans for the evening were also shared, and Shota mentally slipped himself right into that agenda. "A hotel, huh? You've got room for one more then, right? We might have some apologizing to do by morning though, Chigucchi. The quiet one's out now. You might spend the rest of the night screaming♥~" he proclaimed. "So what's it gonna be? Got a car, or are you walking? My car's having some problems right now, so I was thinking to leave it here until it cools. Wanna find that private place for a nice friendly chat?♥"

[Apollymi]

Nao seemed to be well on his way to a more normal day. And what was more, he had nothing but enthusiasm to offer his new job. Rita complimented his attitude and he claimed that he was innocent of her statement. He claimed he was simply excited and would do whatever she needed of him. "Hai hai, that's what I like to hear~" she claimed earnestly. He was still very good energy to have around, by her own understanding he'd also be reasonably good regardless of the task he was given, so long as he didn't have too many of those accidents of his. Speaking of those, they were walking by the drink machine and rather suddenly as if by magic, it seemed to malfunction. Nao was sprayed in sticky syrup and Rita herself was sprayed in a mix, including taking a lot of carbonated water directly to that light sweater she wore. In the midst of this sort of chaos, Rita could do nothing but laugh... "Hehehe~ I guess we're detouring then. One second," she said. She popped a head and arm into the break room and picked up a couple of wet floor signs to place around the spillage cutting off this area of the store for through traffic and then turned to Nao, soaking wet sweater and all. "Come on, Aihara-kun. I've been living in the apartment above the store, and though I don't have clothes for a man I do have a quick wash and dry. And a functional shower..." she mused "Oh and there's cake," she offered happily as she made her way through the back and up the stairs assuming the lad would follow along if only to avoid remaining sticky for the rest of the work day. She'd mentioned being accepting of his condition and she'd meant it, getting a little wet was far from the oddest thing she'd have happen to her.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was experiencing an orgasm in public caused by a rather handsy individual who came equipped with a large tool. As for her hotel stay and the assumption that she had room for one more, this was technically true. She wasn't rooming with anyone and considered this job to be mostly a vacation with an excuse to explore the convention for free. "That's still pushy," Mitsuki mentioned. "But yes, I do have the room right now. My employers for this job paid for it, so it's in walking distance of here, only a block down at that really nice hotel. I don't think it will be a problem..." she stated. What she'd heard during her check-in the rooms were really well protected, so much so, that no one had heard a mess being made of one of the penthouse suites a few days prior. Whatever the case, she was willing to have this young man along for a night or so as promised. "We could go there now, I have the shots I need and I have to upload the pictures anyways..." she mentioned. It could technically wait a while she planned to do a few large batch uploads but somethings became more pressing, like needing to answer the itch started by that busy finger of Kakihara Shota. With that she'd finally aim to properly separate herself from him and lead the way towards the venue exit, so that she could walk the necessary block down to reach her hotel.

[Bloodedge]

Of course, Nao's sunny disposition at present couldn't stop the accidents from coming in spades. He was drenched and sticky, but surprisingly unbothered. Well, why would he be? This one hadn't involved either party slipping into or atop the other, and even if it did... Rita understood his issue and had already given a pass. Even now, drenched from head to toe in the middle of her own store, Rita merely laughed and announced a detour. She acquired wet floor signs for the safety of any customers while Nao stood there, still bewildered... and seemingly abashed. "I've never seen that so casual before..." was all he could say. Apparently, Rita's living quarters for the time being were upstairs, and she had a way to fix his wet and sticky problem. This wasn't sounding less like pornographic media stories, but he definitely didn't want to work as a sticky mess for the remainder of the day. A wash and dry of his clothes, a little extra wait after a quick shower, and he'd be right as rain to start working properly. As he followed her upstairs, Nao heard the extra mention of cake being present. "We all know that," he muttered gently, not even able to stop himself. After all, he'd spent a great deal of time walking behind Rita thus far. He didn't need to be told she came well-equipped with what they call... cake.

Shota was a pushy lad through and through. Even so, his methods were tested and true, working even now. Mitsuki had herself a free room at a nice hotel ─ just what he needed to wind down. She didn't seem to have a car, but that was fine; he just wouldn't be able to talk himself into more deviance for a little while. "That sounds like a pretty sweet deal, Chigucchi! Since it's free, why don't we see how much we can ruin it? Shouts on me," he said ─ his own attempt at a little play on words. As for the shots Mitsuki herself had to upload, they were of a variety he had an even bigger interest in. As a good photographer, he expected her to be the best model he ever had! Vengeance was a sweet dish, and he'd have it... extra hot in this case. For now, he'd actually let Mitsuki free herself of his hand so they could be on their way. He wouldn't be keeping very far away from her, however; he intended to keep them within arms' reach. "Let's go then, Chigucchi. I'm sure you can't wait to find out what I'll do to you. I'll take a lot of pics so you don't have to worry about forgetting it either♥~"

[Apollymi]

Perhaps what Aihara Nao was truly missing in his life was someone who could accept his oddities at face value. The truth of the matter was, that Nara Rita wasn't really the type to overreact in most cases. The fact that she'd only drawn a piping bag on an assassin said quite a lot about her mental fortitude. Here and now all she could do was laugh off the situation a bit. "That's sad. It's obviously something that isn't in anyone's control. It isn't worth being upset over, and who wouldn't call having a few extra laughable moments in life a bit of fun~" she claimed. She'd spent her previous night mourning her old life, she'd fully launch herself into her new one, even if it meant she occasionally had a few extra wardrobe changes or malfunctions. Upstairs she unlocked her apartment door and slipped out of her shoes. Leaving it open behind her for Nao to enter and going to prepare the shower for him and herself. A single moment would have her pulling out a couple of towels and washcloths and hanging them up, opening the washing machine and checking to make sure the dryer was empty as well. Once she was sure she'd pop back in. "I set up the bathroom for a quick shower. The washer and dryer are on the way in you can have the first go since you're actually all sticky~" she claimed earnestly. In the meantime she'd be cutting a couple of slices of cake for Nao and her during their quick break.

It would seem Mitsuki was well on her way to sexual encounter at this particular convention she was hired to photograph. Of course, this wasn't something she'd shy away from, though that didn't stop her from experiencing some odd forms of misgivings which were erased and reformed periodically. "We can't ruin it on purpose. Sure it's free but I don't want to make trouble for anyone else," she claimed quickly. She was still Japanese and wouldn't want to be a bother to anyone just because she happened to be thrill seeking. "The rest sounds fine though..." she added almost sheepishly. Mitsuki was no prude but still this man spoke so very casually and she found herself being just a little shy by virtue of that. Not to any extreme and not to the point of saying no... she just seemed to be on the fence. "Sure... this way..." she said, taking note of his closeness and keeping up her general pace. They could reach the hotel in just a couple of minutes walking and she'd then enter the lobby and head for the elevators. She wasn't too high up only on the fifth floor but her room was quite nice and on the ends of one of the hallways so she only had a single neighbor. Though in exhcnage for that luxury there was a lot of foot traffic as people tried to find their way around this particular floor.

[Bloodedge]

The conveniences were really lining up for Nao today, much to the contrary of his life before now. He'd been left wet and sticky for only a minute or so before ascending to Nara Rita's apartment over the store, where he'd presumably be able to make himself suitable for work. How she found fun in this situation, he didn't know... but he couldn't dare question it. While Rita collected towels and prepared the washroom, Nao struggled to take off that sticky shirt ─ underneath which was a toned build with under five percent body fat, though no serious bulkage in terms of muscle mass. He supposed that shirt was nothing to worry about since he'd be needing a uniform of some sort anyway, but the pants situation he was in definitely needed repair. According to Rita, he could have the first round of showering. Though he wanted to be polite... "As much as I'd like to say you go ahead... honestly, I need to hold my head under running water for a thousand reasons right now. Shitsureishimasu," he said, bowing on his way into the washroom to finish stripping and drop clothes into the washer. Some minutes later, he was emerging from a hot shower and grabbing the first of two towels to dry himself, head first. Only while drying his dripping hair did he notice a second towel hanging nearby. 'Is that for me? Probably for my dignity,' he thought. After drying off well enough, Nao dropped that used towel into the washer as well, taking the other to wrap it around his waist. With that done, he emerged with a cloud of steam. "Whew! That shower's great! Arigatou gozaimasu!" he exclaimed first. "I left the washer open for yours. I'm fine with mine going through whatever settings you use."

All the while, Shota was accompanying Mitsuki out of the convention venue and down the street. She didn't seem very keen on ruining a hotel room just because it was free. Shota gave no verbal response, but there was a wide smile on his face. That sort of claim was just fuel for him. If she didn't want to ruin things, he'd just have to screw her into a change of opinion in the heat of a moment. Surely she wouldn't have a care in the world about destruction while he was balls-deep inside her. "We're gonna have fun," was all he said while they traveled the street. Inside the hotel and up to the fifth floor, Shota noted the amount of passersby there were. Naturally, it was the perfect opportunity to 'conveniently' bump his crotch into Mitsuki's rear quite a few times along the way.

[Apollymi]

Apparently Nao would have tried for politeness but he was quite sticky and wanted to run his head under the water. "Hai hai, it's fine. I'm hosting and not too uncomfortable... take your time~" Rita mentioned, though it could be noted that her eyes lingered upon his exposed torso for a few seconds too long. 'I really was settling, huh?' she gave herself a headshake for her bad decision making but smirked just the same. And while Nao showered, she cut a piece of cake for him and left it along with some water and juice on the table whichever he'd want. She had a bottle of water and went to her bedroom. She found her next set of attire and pondered over the number of men she'd spoken to in the last 24 hours. Though she was no longer bothered by her failed marriage, she couldn't help but wonder how much easier her life would have been if she'd not tied herself to such an individual. She was having a good time, interacting more with her old friends and even catching up with family and the like. She was gaining new employees and finally starting to see things as fun again... it was quite disturbing how much better her life was, the moment she decided to let go of her attachment. By the time Nao emerged with a head of steam behind him, Rita could only be pleased by his attitude. "Glad you could enjoy your shower. I left a piece of cake and some drinks on the table for you... I'll start the wash while I'm in..." she said while sliding past him and into that room. Her clothes had no special requirements and most in modern times didn't. When he left she'd be stripping out of her leggings, sweater, bra and panties and dropping in a wash pod before staring it on a short cycle, just enough to actually clean it. While she had a shower of her own. It never even occurred to her that there was a towel in the washer already and that he had on a dry one around his waist. No... she'd instead simply be turning on the shower to enjoy a hot one herself.

While showers were being enjoyed one way, a girl was leading a guy up to her hotel room. There was something like a nagging feeling in her mind, but she was mostly ignoring it for the sake of being horny. Even his response to her lack of desire to destroy a hotel room was something which only garnered a passing mention of fun. Perhaps if she'd been more used to this kind of approach she would have found that to be a telling sign, but by the time she thought about it more, she was already being bumped into repeatedly by his crotch. A stiff member which let her know that picture wasn't in fact some trick of the angling and lighting. "Yeah, I suppose it will be fun," she mentioned as she slid the keycard into her door and stood to the side to take of her shoes. And rid herself of her main camera and a few other incidental objects she'd kept on her person. "Come on in..." she mentioned even while having the feeling he didn't need the extra invitation at all.

[Bloodedge]

When Nao exited the shower, he was greeted by an offer of cake... actual, edible cake, not to be confused with the multi-layered thing she carried behind her. "Oh, right. You didn't have to. Arigatou; I'll enjoy it!" he said, bowing lightly once more. Rita slid by him, and he shuffled by simultaneously to clear the washroom. Much care was taken to avoid contact, and it seemed to go quite well this time. Much to Nao's surprise, he was actually able to move on and find that slice of cake with, oddly, two drink options next to it. Something was amiss, though. What was it? Nao couldn't even reach the conclusion that Rita brought nothing to the washroom with her, and that lack of thought would be one factor in his eventual undoing. For now though, the towel-clad young man was sitting to take the first bite of a cake far moister than anything left waiting should have been. Was his new boss the type of person to order professionally-crafted confections? Surely she had to be, he thought.

Meanwhile, Shota was already having himself an excellent time just by bumping into Mitsuki in the hotel's hallway. She seemed to be excited enough as he saw things ─ especially as she didn't even have a word of refute to offer for his antics. With that, he wouldn't bother stopping. Shota even held himself against her rear at the door, conspicuously grinding against her before it fully opened. When she permitted him entry, he had something cheeky to say while sliding in, not once breaking contact between their bodies. "Already? That's something you should wait to say later, Chigucchi♥~" he flirted. Without any additional hesitation, Shota began tugging at the bottom of his shirt to lift it overhead. It seemed he didn't plan on wasting much time. "So, what's the deal? Bed, bathroom... or right here because you can't bear the wait?"

[Apollymi]

Rita left a piece of cake for Nao to enjoy and she had a shower herself, starting the wash cycle before having some enjoyment of a hot shower. Once she was all clean she turned off the water and reached for a towel. Only to discover there wasn't one on the rack. A few moments of extra thought would ensue. 'Did he take both towels? Well there was a towel in the washing machine. I didn't think about that, but if he's comfortable protecting his own dignity I am fine with that. Unfortunately towels are in the linen closet which is well within the line of sight of everything else on the way to the bedroom.' In a predicament she found herself after a long shower. "Ano...Aihara-kun, I hate to be a bother but I seem to have miscalculated, could I get you to bring me a towel?" Linen closet right before the bedroom?" she asked of him managing only barely not to think anything of it. For her such a moment was just a minor miscalculation on her part, and she was pleased he'd protected his own dignity. It'd been a while since she dealt with someone more normal, so she would blame a mental experience for the lack of extra towels.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki found herself entering her room with a man pressed firmly against her backside. That part seemed about normal for how close he was, and reminded her of a new incoming experience. Whatever the case, he decided to take her invitation inside in an exceedingly dirty fashion. Even though she knew she'd invited him up to her room, something about that one made her blush and squirm a little. "I didn't mean it like that, Kakihara-kun..." she managed. Once the door was closed though it seemed the lad lost all sense of propriety. Gone was his shirt within seconds and while his body wasn't out of shape it wasn't the sort of amazing she'd expect from a fitness model or anything. She'd seen a lot of nice bodies and his made the list, just not at the absolute top. "I've been out all day so I was going to have a shower first," she managed almost sheepishly. Crazy was it for someone to say something like that so quickly, but still she couldn't quite fault him for being eager either. "I assume you want to join me..." she added, figuring his gung-ho attitude wasn't going to be something that stopped irrespective of anything else. Better to be a bit bolder in a moment like this, she assumed, rather than let him completely run the show. Assuming that she'd be tossing her phone on the bed as she went for the shower attached to her suite figuring Shota would be in close proximity all the way.

[Bloodedge]

Since he had to await both the washing and drying of his clothes before descending from the apartment, Nao decided to take his time and thoroughly enjoy the cake slice in front of him. He sliced and bit carefully, he chewed carefully, and he let each small piece dance across a salivating tongue to fully appreciate all it was worth. After a few minutes, Nao was sliding his fork along the plate to collect any and all fallen crumbs for consumption. Still, he finished in time to be most of the way through the glass of juice when... the curse struck again. No, that wasn't entirely to blame here. Rita asked for a towel, and Nao immediately thought back to the moment he noticed the second one. Was that actually meant for her? He'd made a grave mistake. In that moment, he realized what was missing: Nara Rita really didn't take anything but herself and those drenched clothes into the washroom. Hadn't he seen enough of her after that wetting? Apparently not. "H... hai!" he shouted. Well, it wasn't like he could refuse. He got up, heading to the mentioned linen closet to retrieve a towel. Once he had it, Nao returned to the washroom door and stood there in silent contemplation for a moment. He obviously couldn't expect her to walk all the way to the door. If she were expected to do something dangerous like that, she could have gone to get her own towel. He had to go in, didn't he? Of course he did. "... Shitsureishimasu!" he said while knocking. Nao would wait three seconds thereafter before opening the door. His eyes were closed, his left hand holding an extended towel for Rita while his right held his own towel firm to his waist. In that way, he scooted slowly across the wet floor, trying to avoid any offense. "Don't worry; I'm not looking! Am I close enough?" he asked while just barely out of reach.

Mitsuki didn't mean her invitation the same way Shota did during his response. Even so, the look on her face during that announcement triggered his prey drive. "You're still blushing. Sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?" he responded. As for Mitsuki's desired starting point, she spoke something to the contrary of deviance. What she wanted was a shower after being out and about the entire morning. That was quite understandable, but Shota's joking way of guiding the topic would naturally rear its head again. "A shower huh? If you can't decide inside or out, we could just do both♥~" he said, clearly only half in jest. With the assumption that he wanted to join, he could undoubtedly say she was right... though his reasons may have differed a bit. "Oh, good idea! How about we see how good a model you can be in there? From what I saw earlier, you're really good at sexy poses. Can't blame me if I can't resist a photo op♥~" he said. With that, Shota would immediately be following toward the bathroom, keeping his phone at the ready all the way.

[Apollymi]

Nao was allowed to fully enjoy that piece of cake while Rita enjoyed a shower. And both were blissfully unaware of their combined stupidity until the moment arose. where Rita would need a towel. Oh well, at least there had been cake. Still, there was something rather sweet about the lad, who came to help even though he thought it might go badly for him. It must have taken quite a bit to work up the courage to make this attempt and to grab the towel and actually open the door. Rita herself stood in the shower, lightly air drying and waiting patiently. Oddly enough, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of oddity would be occurring around a scene like this. Perhaps she was a bit of a masochist or maybe a bit of an excuse to be deviant was all she ever needed. "Hai, arigatou..." she said when he knocked on the door. What was more, he was apparently living with his eyes closed so as not to peek. "A bit of a peek isn't so big a deal in this case, don't hurt yourself..." she explained. Still, she looked out and then reached for the towel, surely it wasn't so far away... Ah, but Rita wasn't exactly the tallest person, it was just outside of her reach. And as she leaned out a bit more, accidentally stepping on a bit of the shower curtain. Her foot would end up slipping and though the lad had a hand on his towel she'd be tumbling out from behind the curtain and landing her wet, naked body very much on top of him. "Hehahaha~ I really never know what's about to happen, sorry about that," she mused. Her own nudity came with the revelation of the giant black rose tattoo with the vines that extended down the full length of her left leg.

Mitsuki had her blush brought forward as a point, she must have thought his words were a good idea. Well, maybe, she'd mentioned that it wasn't her intention because such a thought never crossed her mind, "I am not sure yet... blushing is normal when people say embarrassing things!" she bit back. Normal bodily reactions weren't to be questioned. How he managed to say all the things he did without feeling at least a little ashamed was something she simply didn't understand currently. Meanwhile, Shota's words were indeed cause for embarrassment, second hand thought it might have been. Mitsuki began her trot towards the bathroom and turned the water on allowing it to heat up before she'd hop in. Before she started getting naked, there was something to discuss. The pictures Shota wanted were a bit tenuous in nature, there were assurances needed before comfort could be found in such a way. "Those pictures, you want like lewds and nudes right... they are only for you right? I don't have to worry about them popping up somewhere random?" she asked earnestly. A moment of trust was being established here and giivng him mutliple lewd pictures of her would be dangerous for her reputation. She had a career whether Shota understood that or not.

[Bloodedge]

Nao was sure Rita didn't mind him catching a glimpse of something at this point; she was far too comfortable with herself and the situations around him for that. Still, he thought it was best to remain respectful; consent was important. As said consent wasn't explicitly offered even with her statement, Nao's eyes remained firmly shut. "No worries. I'll be fine... probably," he protested whilst offering the towel. Little did Nao realize, he wasn't close enough for Rita to reach that towel comfortably. As such, she was required to reach out a little more than necessary. Had he been able to see, it wouldn't have even come as a surprise for Nao to see her step on the shower curtain and slip forward. Instead, he was alerted only by the sudden impact of Rita's body for the second time today. Ah, but this time was different. This time was wet, fleshy and not affected by his own movements. Nao's eyes opened as his body flailed, but what all would he see? Well, two massive flesh covered most of his line of sight. In his periphery however, the surroundings were shifting rapidly. Ah... he was falling onto his back again. Go figure; Nao's fate was to be pinned under his new boss's naked body this time, and he couldn't even hold his towel in place as it happened. A screech, a thump ─ those were the only noises that came from Nao as he took the third or fourth fall this day. As for why there were no sounds afterwards, well... there were, but they were all incoherent babblings as swirling eyes fixated on the hypnotic, bare bosom of Nara Rita. There was a reason he avoided looking before.

When Shota followed Mitsuki to the bathroom, he did so with every intention of adding to his trophy collection. In fact, he was already loading his phone's camera app while Mitsuki was starting the shower. She hadn't even started removing articles yet, but he was already snapping pictures behind her. As for her questions, he thought the answers were quite easy to give. "Chigucchi, you should have a little more faith in a guy you just invited inside your room and body. I like to keep a personal collection. You're gonna be my trophy♥~" he declared.

[Apollymi]

Nao, was a good young man. Rita knew herself to only be a bit older than the lad, given his job application but still he had some rather stringent views of propriety. She knew that by what he said about his most recent job. He even claimed he'd probably be fine when she pointed out his closed eyes. What was more when she went tumbling out of the shower as per the oddity of reaching farther than her arms wanted to she found herself not falling onto the floor but against the firmness of his body. What was more, his face seemed to be covered by her flesh and thus he wasn't really capable of speaking. Given what he said normally happened when anyone tried to properly separate she only sat up a bit pushing her breasts off his face so he could breathe but finding herself oddly aligned for mounting if such a thing wanted to happen. "Never a dull moment with you, Aihara-kun~" Rita mentioned as if laughing off the situation. And mostly she was, but with the proximity of their loins she found herself casually straddling the young man but not invoking penetration just yet. "You can actually look at me. I'm fine with it but... Are you okay?" she asked of the lad wondering if he was ever actually okay given the trajectory of his life.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki hadn't even started to get undressed yet and already Shota was preparing to take pictures. She at least took a moment to consider what could happen and didn't just allow herself to be photographed nude without confirming the purpose of these pictures. His comment about it seemed to lead to the conclusion that she should have more faith in someone she'd already invited into her space and herself. "I mean you can say that, and I did invite you in but that doesn't mean we're on the same page..." she clarified and given how pushy this lad had been it was good to establish what she thought was appropriate. "Still, if it's for a personal collection, I don't mind..." she finished with a certain emphasis on personal. That was indeed how she felt. If his words were to be believed he was keeping these photos as a prize for himself, and she didn't have to worry about her nudes ending up somewhere they shouldn't. So with that and a blushing face the girl started to remove pieces of clothing and accessories. The little choker from around her thigh would be going first as she bent over to slide it down her long legs. Next would be the skirt she wore falling around her ankles and then finally the top she'd worn a would come undone, slipping over her head to reveal the matching white lace bra that went along with those short style panites. As such the undressing would continue as she unclipped her bra and then began sliding panties down her hips for those pictures she knew the lad wanted. All of this as a prerequisite to getting into the shower tha she definitely wanted to take.

[Bloodedge]

Nao didn't need to speak. He didn't need to breathe, nor did he need to see anything but the warm, soft clouds obstructing his view of a cold, hard world beyond. In a singular accident, Aihara Nao discovered the meaning of peace. Maybe it was in part due to the newfound lack of concern for a cruel outcome to the situation at hand, or maybe Nara Rita had the most enlightening pair of breasts he'd ever accidentally collided with. Given his history, the former and latter presumptions were equally possible. Between the smothering and the fact that Rita was undoubtedly sitting atop his groin, a series of stiffening throbs was all but inevitable ─ even as Nao found freedom to breathe and speak. Of course, he also had the freedom to shift his gaze, but it was far too late for a stupid decision like that. "... Huh?" was Nao's initial utterance after his wellbeing was questioned. Surely she didn't expect him to think under the current circumstances. Blood that should have been pumping toward the young man's brain was rushing en masse in the opposite direction already ─ even if some still managed to fill his face. "Uh... yeah. Had worse falls," he said. If he were being more honest though, Nao would probably say there had never been a better fall.

Mitsuki just wanted to ensure she and Shota were on the same page. Ah yes, he wanted the exact same thing! Alas, her page and his were in very different types of books. What Shota wanted was to share a page that belonged only in the raunchiest of pornography, where the following page would involve his glorious revenge against the likes of Hiruko, and moreover his great conquest of an enlightened Sakura. "We're on the same page. Or at least we're getting there♥~" he replied. A great plan was forming in Kakihara Shota's mind. They'd all learn of his capacity to subdue women under his sexual desires; they'd all learn about the one called the Bitch Breaker! For starters, he'd be snapping quite a few pictures of the stripping Mitsuki, starting with her bend to remove that garter and ending... Well, it didn't end. He captured every stage of undressing from a few angles. Even when Mitsuki stepped into the shower, he would still be standing just outside of it with that camera still clicking. "Not bad, Chigucchi! Let's get an even better show, yeah? I know you've got it in you♥~"

[Apollymi]

Nao was currently pinned beneath Rita and she found herself looking at the lad to make sure he was okay. Even though he had nothing to say initially she could at least take his initial silence as a good thing. Something about the look in his eye and that blush to his face which was accompanied by the throbbing of his cock made a little wicked smile spread across Rita's face. When was the last time she felt like she did currently? She couldn't remember, but if this one was truly willing after the previous night's debauchery and their still washing clothes, she supposed she could make a bit of time for him to get to know her better. Well, the truth of that was sexually but it wouldn't make too much of a difference. "I'm surprised you have enough blood flow for a blushing face," Rita said almost too directly. Even so, she wasn't judging it was just a cute little observation. "So, I know I said this wasn't a sex job, and I do mean that..." she said specifically. "But since we're already down here and the the parts are just one slip away from meeting anyway... how about a quickie while we wait?" she questioned with that odd bit of bluntness she seemed to possess. Funnily enough, Rita figured that this lad didn't often have sex with a willing participant if at all, she didn't mind being one of the first to give that to him. Besides she'd already been looking and it was definitely more natural to her to act this way, as she was reminded by a conversation with her friend earlier. She stared into Nao's face and waited for his response, all the while her hips were gently shifting around his lap, as she rubbed him against herself in an almost unconscious fashion.

At the same time, a different pair was trying to reach the same kind of agreement. Mitsuki was busy taking off her clothing and having pictures snapped of her. Though she'd asked directly for clarification, she'd thought it necessary to make sure he understood that she didn't want to hear about her nudes being seen or leaked to others. "Okay then, I'm trusting you..." she said with all of the naivety of a person who thought they could take people at their word. Still, there was a certain understanding garnered by women like Mitsuki, she'd stripped out of her clothes in what she thought would be an appealing way, and now she was stepping into the shower. In her own opinion there was no way to make that more interesting to watch, but she supposed as she gently rinsed herself she could make sure to move around a bit. She used her hands to splash water on herself. Made sure to draw attention to her chest, her lengthy legs. She even bent over and let the water hit her back as it arched. Then. The soaping process would begin. Taking up a bath sponge, covering it in liquid soap, building up suds only to draw them along her body. Arms, chest, torso... all things to have attention brought to them by coverings of soap while steam built up further in the shower. As a photographer at least she knew what good frames looked like she could manage expectations from that perspective and as a good Japanese young person, she'd try her best.

[Bloodedge]

Rita wasn't the only one surprised Nao still had blood for his face. It was all rushing to his dick so rapidly, he could have sworn he had the ability to feel the flow of each individual vein. Well, it didn't matter; there still wasn't much left to make his brain function properly. Nao initially had just enough to process Rita's words and the situation he was now in... which was soon to develop, according to Rita. For whatever reason, this woman was free enough and frank enough to suggest they have a quickie since they were already in position to do so. He could already feel something hot, fleshy and damp rubbing against his erection. As if it wasn't hard enough to think already, that certainly wasn't helping. Was this some kind of trap? "It has to be a..." It was strange for Nao to even try getting those words out. Surely a trap wouldn't have been laid for that long. Rita had already seen his application; she knew there was nothing to gain from trapping him. Besides, her obvious movements implied a genuine interest... but wet in the bathroom floor, after an accident, was no place to complete those thoughts. "That's... true. Can I just think for a second? I mean... maybe you want to dry off before that kind of commitment anyway?" he suggested, second-guessing himself and the immediate 'yes' his mind screamed at him more than anything. Truly considering repositioning himself, Nao was already shuffling beneath Rita for an eventual attempt to rise.

All the while, Shota was repeatedly clicking to take a full series of pictures. He had Mitsuki's trust, but more importantly, he had the start of all he needed. Pictures that accentuated every curve during every movement were added to his phone. As the collection grew, so did the deviant smile on Shota's face. One could even see him pulling up a stool and seating himself just outside the shower, after which Shota's free hand was rubbing the bulge in his pants. Mitsuki was applying soap in due time, which gave Shota quite the idea. "Motto motto, Chigucchi!" he goaded. "Oh! I got an idea! Sud bikini!" he suggested further, even making lewd 'cupping' gesture in front of his own chest.

[Apollymi]

Rita was in the middle of a very interesting start to something. Still there was a great deal of accommodation left in Nao. It seemed that even though he was the one pinned to the floor and with a wet woman offering him sex pretty directly, he still wanted her to take time to think about it. Apparently he wanted to take a minute and specifically let her get up to get dry and maybe move into a different position. At his words Rita stopped the movements of her hips, "Sou ka, I suppose we could do that first. You're really considerate...Aihara-kun~" Rita mentioned as he tried to move away, she'd try to do so as well. "You really don't have to be so skittish about this though... the offer remains even after we're all dried off~" she claimed with assurance. She seemed perfectly capable of getting up and even reached for her own towel at this point taking special care to make sure she wasn't inconveniencing Nao. But... there was something she didn't account for, a slippery floor and one unstable foot as she tried to get up, which would send her reeling once more. Technically speaking in precise alignment for penetration to happen if Nao remained near enough at the time.

Meanwhile Mitsuki was in the middle of soaping up. Encouraging words came from Shota but they were quite odd as she worked her way through her bath time. She'd wet her entire body, posed for several rounds of images and even noted the lad still taking pictures and obviously rubbing his cock through his pants. Well besides his words she was at least certain he was interested in what he was seeing. But... not enough. He wanted, a suds bikini? She was familiar with that term, but it was quite a weird day to day request. "Chotto, that sort of thing usually takes some specific soaps, not sure it'll turn out right... but I'll try," she mentioned. Still, she'd give it a try, she stepped out of the water for a bit, moving that bath sponge over her chest and right in front of of her privates to leave a bit of soap. It would string in the steam, but she supposed if he was fast about it, he could get a good picture or two. She made sure to look at him afterwards giving a bright smile before she stepped back into the water to continue. A simple thing was given, she assumed it'd pay off some time in the future.

[Bloodedge]

Much to Nao's satisfaction, Nara Rita was a woman of both integrity and rational thought. When receiving his suggestion, she merely called him considerate and took heed. With her being so reasonable, he was made more relaxed than ever. Of course, it also helped that Rita enabled relaxation in general, being so understanding about everything thus far. He'd probably be a madman to turn down her offer. Even so, a bit of thought applied to the ridiculousness of this whole situation was necessary... or was it? Fate said it wasn't. Rita insisted that her offer remained as she began moving, and indeed Nao was thinking this could only be a good idea. Fate, however, said it would be more than just that. Rita's attempted rise still resulted in a slip, but she'd risen just enough to clear his shaft to stand upright. As such, that descent resulted in immediate and rapid penetration of her canal ─ so abrupt that the breath in Nao's lungs was lost. "Gh─!" That was the only utterance he managed. A swift collapse around his cock had his extremities tensing. His legs rose at the knees, his torso curled, and his arms rose with hands that were grasping at open air. That slip-up would show Nao that it made little difference whether he agreed to something sexual happening or not; it was always coming his way regardless.

In the meantime, another suggestion was taken ─ this one by Mitsuki. She didn't see the rationale of a 'suds bikini' as requested by Shota, insisting that some different soaps were necessary for such things. He didn't know, nor did he care. It wasn't about the overall functionality of an attempt; it was about the attempt to tantalize. "You can do it, Chigucchi! With a body like that, the soap should want to stick!" he prattled to egg her on. As she made the attempt to don that bikini of soap, his camera was being worked quickly. He couldn't stop grinning. After a few pictures were taken and Mitsuki stepped under the water again, Shota was reaching into his pants to extract a cock he'd then begin stroking directly. "Oooh, nice ones! I knew you could do it! This is gonna be really good♥~"

[Apollymi]

They were trying to separate for a moment. Rita was trying to respect the wishes of her newest employee even though she'd easily offer herself for a good time in many circumstances. Still the extent to which this man's luck seemed to lead him towards sexual activity. In this case, a slip of Rtia's led to her perfectly aligned loins finding themselves suddenly rather full. All she got out of the lad before her, was a gasp which seemed to involve the wind being knocked out of him. And Rita found him at the very end of her canal and knocking right inside the ring that was her womb in a singular motion. "Aaaah♥~" She moaned happily. A breath escaped her as she sighed just a bit, "I really didn't do that on purpose but since it's right here, we probably shouldn't waste it~" she mentioned. Though she would try and get up again if he wished, it seemed like they might be better off if they just finished the activity. Given this she just rose a little bit, as if waiting to see what would happen. And since he'd practically lurched forward at her landing she'd happily wrapped her arms around him allowing his head to rest against her chest. "That must have been pretty shocking for you~" she offered, even if he was used to things going astray even she wouldn't have expected such a swift landing.

Meanwhile, even though she'd launched a bit of damage control around the idea of the suds not really sticking to her skin, it seemed that Shota didn't see it that way. He claimed that the suds should want to stick because of her attractiveness and she supposed that was a nice sentiment. "I guess you're right, everyone likes being around cute girls♥!~" she chimed that little hint of confidence she had always seemed to shine when she was having moments of self-encouragement. Beyond that his pictures were taken and she'd gone on to begin her rinse, doing so in such a way as to allow him to see water dripping off her form and to accentuate her best assets. Only when she was rid of soap and the bath smelled faintly of something like sweet vanilla beans did she stop the water and take a breath. She'd be reaching out for her towel on the wall nearby at the end of her shower and casting a blushing glance towards Shota as her stroked himself in earnest. "Aaah♥~ That's always nice after a long day~" she mentioned contentedly. Now she felt relaxed enough to seemingly start on their sexual activity for the day.

[Bloodedge]

There was something more problematic than normal about this accident for Nao. Rather, he could easily say Nara Rita was going to be more difficult to resist than anyone things got this far with before. Nao always tried to be responsible. Even when someone fully accepted some form of penetration, the ability to at least pause and acquire contraceptives was usually present. In this case however, he struck Rita's cervix and swelled against her walls, throbbing furiously within seconds of entry. This wasn't good. On the other hand, Rita gave the rest of his body reason to relax by pulling him into her bosom. His hips were already spastically popping, sliding slightly against the floor and Rita's body alike. In spite of those movements which weren't even conscious, Nao had some sense about him. He knew the type of throbbing he was currently experiencing, and he knew impregnating his new boss within an hour of having a job was not on the list. "Yep─! Shocking! Raw!" he said. Nao intended to warn with his words, but all he managed was blurting out the most prominent word of each thought. His arms hooked around Rita's midsection, but he couldn't decide whether to try lifting her up or try keeping her down.

Mitsuki seemed very easy to converse with. All Shota had to do was lean the conversation in a direction that involved her attractiveness. She was quite pleased with her own visage, apparently. "I prefer inside to around," Shota stated. Mitsuki kept offering poses even through the rinsing process. Naturally, Shota was sure to capture everything with his camera and eyes alike as he kept stroking himself. Her comment about the shower being nice after a long day would receive something of a suggestion from Shota as well. "I bet it does. You know what? A hot shower, a nice hot drink, and some stretching would make a good combo, don't you think? I know where you can get the missing two things, Chigucchi♥~" he goaded.

[Apollymi]

Copulation had begun, even though both were initially ready to wait a bit before going on to this particular part. Still, currently holding the lad she could feel him throbbing within her and Rita wasn't the type who'd deny herself something so close within her own grasp without a proper reason. In the here and now, it seemed that Aihara Nao was once again proving himself to be an upstanding individual. His only words initially were about the shocking nature of that entry and the 'raw' meeting of their genitals. Those slight movements of his hips were met by Rita ever so gently even as she remained clinging to his upward torso. "Huh? Oh yeah, it is like that... don't do it this way often?" she asked almost rhetorically. That wasn't unusual but Rita had always been pretty worldly as an individual, some form of contraceptive existed for her, since she'd become sexually active as a teenager. "If you're worried about it you don't have to be... I've been protecting myself from accidental babies since I was young," she mentioned to ease his heart a bit. If he had other concerns they were understandable but she had been married and given her divorcing status and lack of sexual activity knew herself to be clear of anything potentially dangerous to another person. She was willing to bet on this lad as well, even with his sordid history given how quickly he mentioned such things and his own responsible nature. She'd almost assume he'd done several clinic check-ups a year given how much he accidentally had sexual contact with others. Ah, but only the penetration was accidental in this case, Rita had left herself open to potentially enjoying this lad, there was no need to uncrack that egg, so to speak.

Meanwhile, the flirtations of Shota were getting bolder and bolder by the moment. Mitsuki had claimed that everyone wanted to be around pretty girls, and he'd claimed he preferred being inside them. That was oddly an invasive and pushy sentence. All she could manage was a blush to that particular statement, "Kakihara-kun, that's really direct," she exclaimed. She wasn't skittish but it seemed a bit on the nose. But then again, perhaps she was holding the expectations of propriety a bit too high for a guy who was literally touching himself as she showered. Ah, but if there was one thing that she'd find out in the moment it was that such expectations would only continue to be shattered. A warm shower after a long day was something many enjoyed. It was relaxing and took the edge off the stiffness, she was already to maybe start this whole situation. His goading question would ead to some things clicking around in her head only for her to react innately. "Chotto, that's way too intimate... we haven't even kissed yet aren't you going too far?" she claimed about the 'drink' scenario in this case. For all intents and purposes they barely knew each others names they hadn't even kissed yet, and his words implied she should be swallowing semen, which overall wasn't a very pleasant experience at all. It was far too much to consider before sex had even begun. But such was a pretty normal way to think about things, with so many steps missing how could she even be ready for something like that. Actually looking at his cock she couldn't even imagine trying to fellate him normally, he'd be pushing into her throat, making her gag, he didn't seem like the type to stop and allow her to take it at the pace she'd want. Yes, that seemed like an extreme she wasn't willing to undertake.

[Bloodedge]

Nao's sense of responsibility was rarely lacking. It was true that he frequently visited clinics to ensure no accident left him with anything untoward. In fact, it wasn't even for his own sake that he did so. If he caught something at any point, Nao fully intended to make a shut-in of himself to avoid any accidental sex ruining another person's life. Rita was still right however; it wasn't often that he had the 'raw' experience, at least to the bitter end. She was still moving as well, trapping Nao in a spiral of ecstasy. According to Rita, everything was safe. Nao didn't have to stop, nor did he have to worry about impregnating his boss. He did, however, have to worry about the sensitivity gain from not wearing a condom. It was already an issue from the moment Rita fell onto his dick; this wasn't going to last. "Yeah but... condoms are still good, right? Every chance possible and all that..." he said, reaching for some futile attempt to earn himself more stamina. Nao was almost certain a few purposeful movements of this woman would put a swift end to him.

Speaking of swift ends, Shota intended to put one to Mitsuki's reprehensions. She thought his sly suggestion was a bit too intimate for two people who'd never met. Nonsense. She'd already escorted him to her hotel room, been fingered at a convention venue she was working at, and even let herself be recorded showering. Ah, but they hadn't kissed yet. That much was easily managed. Shota's response to Mitsuki involved standing up to encroach upon the young woman's personal bubble. He let go of his cock to plant that hand against the small of her back, pulling their bodies against each other. Shota would have their lips meet, but that wouldn't be all. He had quite the intrusive tongue with its sloppy, slithering approach to entering the mouth connected to his own. All the while, he intended to prod between her legs and rub his cock against her undercarriage. Of course, he still had ulterior motives in spades. If he managed that much, Shota would also be holding his phone next to their joined faces for a few more pictures.

[Apollymi]

Rita wasn't one to do too much. In fact, she thought herself to be a generally respectable individual. When boundaries were pointed out or established she found herself, usually firmly on the right side of them, even when curious or interested. In the case of Nao, she found herself hearing something of a boundary and wanting to push against it. It was always odd to discover a new tick and here and now she was finding one as she sat on this throbbing cock, moving only gently. Ah, right... if he didn't often do sex without condoms he probably wasn't used to all the sensation of it. She wondered then if he was close to finishing and thus was trying to buy himself time. "I guess that's true, but a bit of danger is also pretty fun. You have to learn to live a little Aihara-kun~" Rita said with a cheeky smirk on her face. Of course, she'd gently raise her hips a bit more and then lower them again sliding his length almost out of her depths and then back into it just the feel the sensation. Even if he was worried about it, he was young, she was sure they could manage a second round. The wash still had to finish then the clothes could be switched to the dryer and round two could start, if round one happened to already be over. He was young and not as sexually free, surely she could help him with that a bit?

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was busy being trapped further and further by her words and the interpreted meanings applied by Shota. She'd taken issue, they were only just now getting into anything serious they truly didn't know each other well enough to get all the way to 'mouth on genitals' territory. She didn't expect it when applied to herself and she also didn't expect any demand for it when sex was on the table. Besides, there were a whole list of things to be done before that, including a toothbrushing which she'd planned to do after her statement. Ah but she wouldn't get the chance... "Choo..." she'd been about to tell him to slow down a bit when she found his lips against hers and their faces meeting in a fairly passionate kiss. She'd kissed people before but his tongue was as pushy at the rest of him and slipped into her mouth. This kiss was sloppy and wet with no build up. Was this passionate? She figured it was. The redness in her face wouldn't calm down and her eyes were closing as this deep kiss continued. His cock would find its way between her folds. Further stirring up her body and getting wet not by water or sweat but instead with the juices of her loins. It felt nice enough that her hips moved involuntarily against him as they kissed.

[Bloodedge]

Even though he just thought of how responsible and reasonable Rita was, she had a darker side yet to be seen. Advice to live a little was given, and with that came an assumption that her understanding side persisted. Rita began rising... but what was that sense of foreboding? Well, Nao could only hope he had the time to further talk reason into her. "I─I'm sure it can be fun, but can't security also be fu─UCK!" Once more, there was no air in his lungs. Just when he was primed to exit Rita's canal, she descended again. The movement naturally couldn't be compared to the accidental fall, but he was already on thin ice. Nao's body clenched again just as it did before, and he just barely managed to hang on. He could even feel something dribbling out, just slightly as his sphincter clenched for even a semblance of sustainability. "Gah! Too much! I can't!" he pleaded.

All the while, Shota was making some fair progress. His eyes remained half-lidded while Mitsuki's closed, all so he could get the perfect shot of her sinking into an otherwise forced kiss as his tongue swam into her mouth. She seemed to be trying for resistance in the moments before, but that didn't matter. Shota felt the signs of arousal dampening the top of his shaft as his own hips were gently shifting to and fro, facilitating that rubbing sensation. When he finally retreated, the hand he had on Mitsuki's back had risen all the way to the back of her head. A stream of saliva bridged mouths just briefly. Once it snapped, Shota was speaking. "There, Chigucchi. Not too far now, is it?" he asked as if certain of the outcome.

[Apollymi]

The darker part of Rita was indeed showing itself, but it was mostly just an issue of opportunism. She was given an opening, not exploiting it wasn't really something she'd hold herself back from. Ah, and she be rewarded for her efforts with throbbing and a audible reaction which made her grin sharpen just a bit. It wasn't often that she felt like she was preying on someone but in this particular moment she felt it to be a good thing. "Hehehe~ I didn't know you had it in you, Aihara-san~" she said about that particular swear at the end. Still, she was only teasing him a little. Regardless of his mental processes his body seemed to understand what it was doing. He claimed it was too much. He was practically pleading that he couldn't. Ah, from Rita's perspective he looked like a man overstimulated. Like the smallest provocation might send him over the edge. Did she want to do that? Well, looking at him after he had the air knocked out of him again... the answer was yes. She'd rise just a bit once more and then find herself waiting to see if he survived the exit. Just the same, the motion inside the washing machine stopped and she heard the little click which appeared before the little jingle started that would hint at it being done. If he finished around the same time, she'd be satisifed, and they'd likely be able to start up again after she loaded the dryer.

At the same time, a make-out was seemingly quite passionate from the perspective of Mitsuki. Even though her mind wanted to hold some kind of boundary the push forward didn't seem to be something she really wanted to stop at all. Before now, no man's privates she'd come across could have been stroking her outside while actually reaching all of her from this angle. Her body was preparing itself for entry and it seemed to be working on her mind as well. The depth of the kiss wasn't exactly what she was going for when she'd pointed out that they'd not even kissed before. By the time that string of saliva snapped though she'd all but forgotten the original intention of her argument and was swept up in the sensations and the like. Her own movements seemed to hint at something a bit more desirous than she'd originally intended. As if a little contact like that had pushed her own misgivings just a bit. "Not too far I guess, still not exactly what I meant though..." she said seeming to become a bit huffy and impatient herself. If she'd been more mentally present, she might have accused him of purposefully misinterpreting her words, but in the here and now she thought the better of it. If he had her feeling like this in the moment, it was only right if she found out what all he had to offer, even if she had to do a bit more than intended initially. That had of his had moved up to he back of her head at some point and she'd figured it'd been part of the passion of it, ot keep their heads together. He took so many liberties but maybe it wasn't a bad thing, with the way hse was feelling, it couldn't be really, right?

[Bloodedge]

Rita wasn't the only one shocked by Nao's ability to hold back. Frankly, he'd barely managed even while thinking she was separating them moments before. Matters would only get worse moments later. Aihara Nao had been given a lot of titles in his lifetime. He'd been the employee, the pervert, the manager, and the klutz. He'd become the job-hopper, the cursed boy and the man with a dick as his fate string. Never had he been deemed the survivor. Would today finally be the day? No. When she rose this time, the friction of that simple movement was more than enough. Lifted legs extended and retracted as Nao's feet failed to find traction against the wet tile floor. Flailing arms that aimed to grab at anything they could landed at least his left hand on Rita's bosom, and Rita's entrance... became something closer to an irrigation canal. He didn't even make it to the exit a second time. From just the rise, Nao was wailing and spewing, flailing and gurgling with hips that only knew the direction 'forward'.

Something else that only knew one direction, was Kakihara Shota. He, too, pushed onward relentlessly for very different reasons. A kiss would surely seal the deal, he thought. After all, he was so very talented when it came to kissing women, it was virtually impossible for them to be in any other kind of mood when he finished! Surely Mitsuki was ready and raring to reward him for her existing state of ecstasy. Alas, that exchange wasn't what she meant when saying they'd yet to even kiss. Shota knew as much. Did it matter? No; not to him. "But you're in the mood now, right? Besides, get a look at what you did," he said, glancing down at their touching loins. "Not just anybody gets this kind of reaction, you know? I even did half the work already. Shouldn't you want to get your reward?" he asked afterwards. All the while, that hand on Mitsuki's head had climbed higher still, to the top of her crown. A bit of applied pressure was present, as if to goad Mitsuki into lowering herself in the following moments.

[Apollymi]

Rita was rewarded indeed. By the time she tried to rise again the lad was spilling himself into her canal. She grinned at his reaction his body shifting, a hand on her chest and his hips still moving forward. Since it seemed he wanted to be forward, she'd make a few allowances and settle back into place in a kind of swift way, stimulating herself to a clenching in the process. "Oh? That's a good reaction. Nice job, Aihara-kun~" Rita chanted, as she leaned forward and planted her lips against his forehead intending to grant him a bit of comfort. She'd give the lad a moment or two of recovery before extricating herself, not even seeming to mind the premature nature of his ejaculation. Actually, she was satisfied knowing she might be the cause of such a thing. Instead of worrying too much about it, when they could finally separate, she'd get up and aim to switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer. "Also don't worry about it. You're young, we can always go again while these are drying. You have to wait for your clothes anyway~" Rita claimed as if nothing at all were amiss. All the while she wouldn't be trying to hide the plumpness of her rear from him as she moved clothes one bending motion to another from washing machine to dryer. Once everything was all set a quick dry would be all that was needed to make sure everything inside became dry.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was learning exactly how much logic could be twisted to suit someone's needs. She might have thought the moment fairly passionate, but the lad she was with still managed to turn it back to what he wanted. She wasn't innately an unfair individual, but it was likely a weird jump to make. Ah well, she wasn't allowed to ponder his sentences to completion. "I mean yeah I'm in the mood..." she claimed softly, but how to explain that being in the mood for sex didn't mean being in the mood to put something gross into your mouth just to end up not having sex? Still she couldn't get to voice that properly. No a compliment was slipped in there somewhere so she could feel satisfied by the idea that she'd had something to do with his developing boner. And she was still Japanese enough to not leave someone hanging even if it basically meant putting herself off. She supposed she could only hope this lad was actually as skilled as he claimed. Even though it seemed counter productive to be the reason it'd be stopping without getting actual sex out of the situation which seemed like what he was offering at the start, his claim of a reward still hit her ears weird. 'Do guys really think semen is a reward, do they have any idea what it tastes like?' she wondered briefly. Still that hand at the back of her head had moved to the crown and seemed to be pushing her down a bit. "I mean I don't see it as a reward, but since I helped create it I guess I can help with it," she mentioned as she began to lower. "Still, just let me know when it's almost there... I really don't like it in my mouth," she said expecting her singular boundary in this to be respected, especially since she was making a concession here and now and lowering herself to take his cock into her mouth without any guarantee of this not ending in a long wait or a restart or something like that. This wasn't at all in her mind when she thought about sex with this man.

[Bloodedge]

In the wake of a very premature ejaculation, Rita didn't seem displeased at all. Shouldn't she have been? Nao didn't understand that reaction. He figured it could only be a negative to be the first at his rope's end, offering her no release and only a few short minutes of penetration ─ with very little friction to boot. The inner workings of Rita's mental and emotional states were a mystery to him. He'd been prepared to mention how that didn't always happen, but what was the point now? Rita was already talking about how they could go another round while the clothes dried anyway, even placing a comforting, almost motherly peck on his forehead before she did. Stunned once more, Nao slowly rose into a seated position. His erection was gradually losing firmness... until he turned to see Rita bending over the washing machine. The longer he watched that happen, the more his dick felt like a seasoned warrior gaining a second wind on the battlefield. Rise, rise, the warrior thought as firmness was regained one throb after another. Nao even felt like a man possessed, rising carefully from that slippery floor and inching his way toward Rita. He was silent, but not intentionally. There were a few squeaks of his bare feet against the tiles, and eventually... there were two hands closing in on something they could never dream of grasping all of: Rita's backside. With hopeless ambition, he grasped, fingers sinking deep into impossibly soft flesh as his cock stood at attention to... finish the battle, so to speak.

All the while, Shota was still making that very important push toward satisfaction. Mitsuki wasn't making things easy, nor was she making them hard... Well, unless his cock was the topic of conversation. She was in the mood, so surely there was no room for argument. Any woman Shota held under his scrutiny should be pleased by the chance to service a member as great as his. Alas, she claimed it wasn't something she saw as a reward. She'd learn in time. "That's 'cause your standards are low. Be honest; you've never seen one like mine right?" he asked as the pink-haired lass lowered. Once she was in position, he ensured one more picture had her face and his cock in frame, all to keep a continuous story forming through the shots before a full video recording began. All Mitsuki wanted was a warning of his impending ejaculation, as she didn't like having spunk in her mouth. Even Shota would call that fair... for the moment. "That's alright, Chigucchi. I'll let you know. Just make sure you let me know what to do when that happens, 'kay? We can keep this a good show♥~"

[Apollymi]

Rita supposed her line of thought might have been something that couldn't be interpreted properly. She wasn't upset about this situation for several reasons. Her own experience and understanding said several things about youth and potential recovery. Her understanding of men, in general meant she knew he'd try again if only to save face, but beyond that something simply felt right about that initial action. She wasn't upset with the outcome but instead was simply satisfied that she'd once again managed what she'd considered a conquering. Of course, as she switched the load from washer to dryer the lad was left with the sight of her backside and in accordance with that seemed to be mesmerized. She'd heard him moving but figured the shuffle might have been for the sake of decency or something like that... so imagine her surprise when she found herself grasped instead. "Eeep!~" A little squeal left her but she relaxed immediately. "Oh? Up for round two already.... I figured you would be~" she stated teasingly. She still shifted her back side as she closed that dryer door and went about the settings function. She pondered over whether the lad deserved a warning about the nature of being behind her, and decided... she should let him experience it for himself. So she'd simply arch her spine and allow him the necessary access to slide inside.

While one instance was restarting another was just starting in earnest. Mitsuki was managing expectations by saying what she needed to, still the lad with her thought to convince her that her standards were simply low and that's why she didn't show immediate interest in doing what was asked of hers. "I think my standards are normal, but I haven't seen one like this before... it is how we even got here," she said with the here in general meaning, naked in her hotel bathroom with the intention of having sex. Obviously this didn't seem like the sort of thing that wouldn't just be a lot of work for her regardless, but maybe she was wrong in thinking that way... she'd have time to mull it over at least. As she dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor, she found herself eye to eye with Shota's cock. From this angle it did look quite large and she supposed she'd never had one line up against the side of her face this way before. Before she place it in her mouth she gave it a casual lick. As expected she tasted her own fluids and mostly skin so she supposed it was fine and opened her mouth a bit. "I mean I don't usually say stuff like that... it was kind of the point of me telling you ahead of time. But if it helps you out I can try..." she said. She knew some people had different things that helped them reach the moment. Perhaps he was simply one of those who liked hearing something specific, while that wasn't usually her own way, she would try to oblige him a bit. Given this she allowed her mouth to close around his cock and began moving her tongue around a bit while her mouth filled with saliva to get it wet.

[Bloodedge]

Nao didn't realize he'd managed to sneak up on the woman, figuring that presentation of her rear had to be something done on purpose. It couldn't have been that appealing by virtue of its own existence, right? Wrong. Regardless of his initial thoughts, Rita's ass was so spectacular that it forced him to act without any effort on her end. He thought he'd already seen the best of them so many times over by now, yet still surprises were in wait at every turn. Confidence leaked from Rita as she acknowledged his readiness for round two, and with a few more shifts to start the dryer load came the intentional presentation of her rear. Even though the second spurt was meant to be more difficult to achieve, Nao felt like he could explode from the sight alone. "I'll uh... try to survive this one," he stated. Nao gulped audibly and tried to steady himself for the dangers ahead. Whether that worked or not, he'd still be moving forward until entry was achieved again. Taking things slowly proved quite... different. Nao didn't previously have the chance to realize what a harrowing undertaking this would be, but consciously feeling every inch of Rita as he moved forward made him believe round two would be closer to a normal round one. . .

As if Shota needed more reason to grin, Mitsuki confirmed that his was a member like she'd never seen before. Of course it was! If he wanted to, he could probably go out to become a world-famous porn actor. Instead, he decided to live the playboy lifestyle and... break a thousand bitches, as he and his loyalists would put it. "It's how we'll get you seeing stars too~" Shota declared as he captured that initial lick on video. She claimed the words he wanted to hear were beyond the norm for her. Regardless, she seemed willing if such a thing would help him out. If that was what she needed to think for the sake of advancing, he'd let her think it all she liked. "Of course it helps. A few little words can make the whole thing better♥~" he insisted. When Mitsuki went on to wet the tip of his cock with her lips around it, he moved that hand away from her head. It was necessary to keep a clear view with his camera, after all; this clip would be one of the more important ones for his coming plans.

[Apollymi]

It would seem that progress was being made again. Whatever thoughts Nao entertained about starting up with Rita the second time, she would more than welcome it. Even if he'd made an approach that was sneaky. She found his desire to be something worth having, given her previous experiences before her most recent one. This young man fit her general standards and seemed to be in the need of a bit of care she could provide as well. There were only gains being made here, so they would move forward. Hands were sinking into her rear flesh and the lad was aligning himself. He claimed he'd try surviving better this time. "Hai, do your best~" she encouraged the lad, and even let him take the lad at least on the initial push forward. A sigh left the woman as a great deal of relief happened. It was a great push and her body throbbed inside as that first dive was taken and after it reached the climax another sigh escaped her, "Wheew, that's quite the relief, are you ready..." she paused and leaned forward on the dryer for a bit of extra support. "For me to start moving?" she asked while looking back at the lad and performing a wiggle of her hips which would move him about a bit in her canal before slamming their skin together once more.

In the moments that Shota would find himself on the receiving end of a blow job he clamed that his 'extraordinary' cock would be the reason the lass was seeing stars later. She wondered if this was truly going to be that sort of experience. It did seem quite big, but such things were still supposed to fit together as she understood life. Of course, she planned to find out but that wasn't a problem for now. No, instead she was pointing out how odd it would be to say those words he obviously wanted to hear, all the while she was beginning to suck his cock. Her mouth wrapped around the front of it, and then she began moving her tongue and lips. He'd removed his hand from the top of her head and was apparently still taking pictures. She thought this was an odd thing to do, but wouldn't comment, maybe he was really hard up for things to look at in a later situation? She wouldn't question him too much on it. She started to suck a bit more, applying pressure with her cheeks and taking him in a bit deeper. She looked up at him, wondering if she was doing okay but her face was red and her eyes were a bit gleaming. 'I guess I could say something... I should probably decide what before we get there, and prepare my heart...' she thought absently.

[Bloodedge]

Nao could do nothing but his best. The throbbing from Rita's end resulted in a sort of cock massage that easily squeezed from his urethra the residue of session one. As if it wasn't strange enough to feel his own previous deposit on the way back through Rita's entrance, he could feel that bit of remaining semen being worked out. Well, he could take solace in the fact that a whole new expulsion wasn't being forced already. Nao couldn't tell if it would be better to slow his pace and reserve friction with this woman, or to keep high impact and avoid the focused feeling of her walls. He probably wouldn't be helped by either, and... perhaps this was even a bit too soon after the previous round? Sensitivity was quite high in his glans presently. "Hnn!" he grunted while getting settled. Just then, Rita leaned against the dryer and asked if he was ready... for her movements. Nao had a sense of foreboding earlier, and it was now back with a great vengeance. Something about the idea of her moving that colossal rump against him felt... deadly. Just as before, Nao felt he'd barely survived entry ─ albeit for different reasons this time. "Am I... no? Can I say no?" he heaved nervously.

An act of service was just what Shota needed after the previous day. Mitsuki didn't bring the skillful approach that Sakura did, but there was a willingness and perceived subservience he only found in the more 'conventional' girls like Mitsuki. With a pair of soft lips wrapped around his member, Shota had nothing to complain about presently. With a good angle of her face as she looked up at him, he was even more pleased. That blush complimented her pink hair and made her an incredible target for the type of video he was shooting. He couldn't wait to add a healthy splash of white to that red. In fact, the excitement brought about by Shota's thought process had his hips thrusting gently. It was during those movements that he decided to angle himself a bit, all for the sake of pressing her cheek from within to show the ensuing bulge to the camera. "Good girl, Chigucchi. I like the look in your eye. You like how it tastes?" he asked smugly.

[Apollymi]

Nao had embarked upon a new journey and found himself feeling things, the swifter previous entry didn't allow. While he dealt with the outcomes of that particular situation shift, Rita found herself in the mood to tease. Though not a 'naturally flirty' individual, there were times in which she felt the desire to push a button or two. Nao had quite a few obvious ones and she was only made a bit predatory when he admitted to them. When she'd asked if he was ready for her movements, first came an unintelligible utterance and then came an honest and candid response. He thought he wasn't ready yet, he wondered if he could say no. Still that sense of foreboding he felt, was exactly opposite to the excitement Rita felt as she responded to his nervous utterance. "Aihara-kun, you can... say no but," Rita paused considering her own words for just a second. "That just makes me want to do it more~" she mentioned teasingly. A gentle shift of her hips would put space between his glans and the entrance to her womb and then leave him with the sensation of withdrawing as she moved her own hips forward. A second later she'd be bouncing back, gently against him... as if testing the waters. Still a rather devious grin appeared on her face, as if she thought this would encourage him one way or another.

Meanwhile, a different kind of encouragement was offered. as Mitsuki worked over the cock in her mouth she processed the look on Shota's face. He seemed pleased enough and that was fine, though maybe it wasn't quite what she expected. At the very least, he didn't seem dissatisfied with the service, though it was quite odd that he was still taking pictures of her while she performed this act. Again, she had to assume he simply enjoyed the visual more that way... maybe he was one of those 'only really into 2D girls types' this was a convention after all. Still something would occur that would make her brows furrow and her seem a bit huffy. As encouragement was offered, she was called a good girl. His dick was moving according to his hips, bulging against her cheek for a moment from the inside. That wasn't all that odd and it wasn't a sensation she disliked but something about his statement, 'Is he being condescending? It kinda feels like he's talking down to me...' she thought. Though maybe he was one of those it did seem about right given his pushy behavior and all that he might have preferred to speak in a way that made him feel bigger than someone else. He also asked if she liked how it tasted, what was almost a weird question too, like most of what she could taste were her own juices and saliva. As she gave her jaw a moment of rest, she'd lap at his cock with her tongue and respond. "I don't hate it." she claimed, she figured that'd be fair enough, it was about all she could manage to say about it, before it went back into her mouth once more. Whatever his extra plans were... she'd not figured them out... but she was sure she may not have liked the way he spoke to her.

[Bloodedge]

For a moment, Nao had the audacity to believe he'd be given a break. He really wasn't ready for Rita's movements ─ neither physically, mentally nor spiritually. He wasn't inexperienced by any means, but this was too much. Just when Rita agreed that he could say no to her question, an added 'but' tore away his every hope and dream of survival. "There's always a but..." he sighed. Ready or not, Nao had no choice but to steel himself for the greatest battle of his life. The initial movement was a strain only to his cock, which only had that moist friction to deal with. Bad as that was, his sense of foreboding was for something different ─ something worse to come. That bounce back from Rita was such a simple movement; it shouldn't have been a big deal at all. Alas, whether because she was strong or because her ass carried such stature, Nao's smaller frame was endangered by the impact against his pelvis. He had to firm his grip to avoid falling back, but that wouldn't be enough either. A quick scramble had him stumbling forward. Luckily enough, Rita's washing machine was the top-loading sort. As it was left open from her earlier efforts, he was able to reach forward and grasp the open device by the top of its barrel. So long as he held on to that, maybe he could fend off that ridiculous backpedaling. Regardless, he had to take responsibility and contribute something. His hips had been launched back just enough to put more space between his glans and Rita's cervix, so a push from his legs and a pull from that arm allowed him a decently forceful thrust back to his original position.

What of Mitsuki and her dealings with Shota? It seemed she was still being receptive enough to his advances, if just barely by Shota's own approximation. That would also be fine. Her response to the taste of his cock was just barely on the positive side of things. What was it with these women lately? Much like Sakura before, it seemed this one was going to require a bit more training. Shota would surely have them both broken down to an appropriately slutty level, even if they took a bit more effort than he was used to. "That's a good start. It'd be way sexier if you gave it a little more oomph next time," he suggested. Alas, there was hardly time for that now. Shota could feel his sack compressing and his shaft throbbing. The tingle he experienced was suitable warning that continuing this act would be a short-lived thing. "Oh! Right on time; I've got that prize ready for you, Chigucchi! You ready for the daddy Shota special cum bath? I hear it's all the rage♥~"

[Apollymi]

There was indeed always a but. "In this case, there is a butt!~" Rtia laughed at her own statement but still continued that movement of hers. It was the kind of move she preferred and the backpedaling seemed to encourage Nao to be a bit more forward. Though he wobbled initially, his hand found a the washing machine and in addition the other stayed clamped to her hips. It would be with this motion in mind that they began to move in earnest. A gentle exodus and and push forward with a nice rhythm and the gentle slap of skin. All of it seemed to help Rita along as well, her insides twitching from the extra force and moving towards a proper orgasm. "Ahhh♥!~ That's the good stuff, keep it up~" she encouraged the lad as she began to take a fuller advantage of his grounded tool to back herself into him over and over again. Meeting his thrusts with equal power and enjoying every second of it. Her insides were getting thoroughly slicker as she built up to an orgasm. As long as Nao lasted a few more minutes, she was sure they could both have a really great time, in this instance.

Speaking of two people having a really great time, it didn't seem to be progressing that way for Mitsuki and Shota. The latter didn't seem to like the more neutral response she gave to his question, but she also couldn't think of a better way to answer it in the moment. He claimed something with more oomph would have been sexier but how did one answer a yes or no question with more oomph? Beyond that there was something odd about his word choice there as well... she wasn't sure what it was, but maybe he was simply expecting something different? Whatever the case, it seemed he was at least reasonable enough to give her the warning she'd asked for. A moment later she'd be dragging her tongue away from his cock and placing some space between them so that he could finish as he wanted without her mouth being the receptacle. It would be as that last tongue stroke was delivered that she found herself staring at the lad in pure confusion. What came out of his mouth was probably one of the most porn influenced speeches she'd ever heard. Beyond that he had the audacity to say it with a straight face. Her brows furrowed as she tried to process that entire sentence down to something he'd called a 'response with more oomph, about an act which seemed to imply that he wanted to taint her recently cleaned skin with his semen. 'Wait he can't mean to finish on me after I just got out of the shower right? Also did he really call himself daddy? Does he expect me to, I don't think I could... no, definitely not. Not when Shota normally means boy that is just weird!' In her mind none of that made sense, so she'd simply respond the only way she knew how, "H-hai!" she figured she was about to be cleaning what ever part of her body he aimed for again... with that in mind she hoped experiencing his cock was truly as much of a life-changing experience as he talked it up to being.

[Bloodedge]

Just as he figured he would be, Nao was holding on for dear life. Obviously it could never be enough that he hardly survived a few minutes inside Rita's body with whatever kind of magical hole she had; her physical efforts had to completely overpower him as well. That little joke about there being a 'butt' in this case was something Nao could never agree to as he looked down at a pair of rolling hills fit to drive a transfer truck between. "You can not call that a butt!" he exclaimed in an exasperated way, not even meaning to let the thought escape his mind. Well, he didn't have the time to take it back now. Nao was far too busy fighting for survival against an ass that already wouldn't quit. Ah, but it felt good ─ not just physically, but emotionally. Rita offered him a bit of encouragement, once again presenting her almost motherly aura. "H─hai!" he affirmed. All Nao could do was his best, and that was what he would do. Maybe his arm would be worthless for a few days after holding so tightly to the washing machine, but surely that would be worth it in the end. He'd keep things up as long as possible, slamming his lean form against Rita's backside with a combination of pushing and pulling, yet... he wasn't due to last much longer. "Ah! Nara-san... this one isn't going much better!" he warned.

Another warning had been given by Shota: the very same one Mitsuki asked for at the beginning of their session. Upon receiving it, Mitsuki seemed... confused? Seeing that expression was perplexing to Shota as well. Ah, but that didn't matter. She'd pulled away from his cock and prepared herself to receive his load. The thing of utmost importance happened then and there. In addition to doing nothing more, Mitsuki gave a simple affirmative response. Yet again, Shota would have to make some edits to the eventual video. "Never got into the freakier stuff, eh Chigucchi? Ya' gotta stroke it the rest of the way and be upfront about what you want me to do next. C'mon, you've still got a few seconds," he warned again. Whatever Mitsuki took from that little speech, Shota figured she had about six seconds before his load sprayed over her face regardless.

[Apollymi]

"Ehehe♥~" a little giggle escaped Rita at Nao's outburst. She'd only been making a light joke, but his words would still be taken as a compliment. She knew her rear to be one of her best features. What was more beyond this point a new rhythm was established and Rita began working her way towards orgasm in earnest. The lad really was doing much better the second time around. He even offered an affirmative. He kept up his pacing and was doing a good job. Rita could feel it, the pulses building up inside her loins with each knocking motion they managed in tandem. Ah, so close she was already when the lad made sure to mention his lack of staying power even for his new leg of the journey. Rita for all she was worth continued her own movements but encouraged nonetheless with a minor announcement of her own. "I don't need much lower... just a minute~" she claimed. She'd not increased her pace but she also knew she likely didn't have enough time to fully space it out. She could do everything possible to help her feel it more, but any extra efforts would likely only harm the lad's staying power. She'd keep it up, surely she had enough time, she only needed 10 more seconds maximum.

At the same time, Mitsuki was busy having a mental crisis which could have distracted her enough to discourage her continuing to deal with the lad she was with sexually. In fact it seemed that by his own words he fully realized that what he was asking for was quite out of the ordinary. 'If he knows it's freaky why would he ask for it?' she wondered in the moment. At present Shota was doing nothing to discourage her from thinking that he was one of those who only consumed deviance in media without any thoughts of how it would actually turn out. As for his request she supposed she could help out more, but once again this seemed to be exactly counterproductive to her having a good time. Still, she'd reach up and move her hand along his still wet shaft, adding to her desire for another shower. She seemed a bit huffy when she finally opened her mouth to speak, "Give me the prize when you're ready..." she said not being able to bring herself to say anything else, her face reddening from sheer embarrassment from even saying that. What he wanted was simply not something she could or would do under normal circumstances. As such she'd use her own hand and stroke him to completion with his dick angled downward to avoid as much of her face as possible.

[Bloodedge]

A lot of things could happen in a minute. Nao didn't have anything resembling a proper count, but there was one thing he could apply to the nonexistent list. He could be done in a minute. "I don't think I've got a minute!" Nao countered. Even with no noteworthy adjustments to Rita's movements or his own, Nao didn't have the same ten second maximum Rita did. In fact, Rita had about three thrusts before he began spilling himself within her, offering only a single wailing plea all the while. "Sumimasen~!" he said as his eyes rolled back, spine arching and leg twitching. Even with his rapid loss of fluid and energy, ejaculation hadn't put him out of commission. There he was, resting against Rita's cervix and loosing all he had left in an apparent epic failure.

Speaking of epic failures, Shota was beginning to believe Mitsuki needed more than just a little work. If nothing else, it seemed she remained complacent... but not quite deviant enough to suit his current needs. He wasn't entirely pleased with the words she produced, but it would once again suffice for now. Whatever the case, he'd capture that statement on video mere moments before seeing the spunk spray across her face, its landing point depending on whatever angle she was presently holding his cock at.

All the while, that dimensional rift inhabited by Sakura and the one called Childe was catching up to the overworld's time. As that happened, Childe raised his head away from Sakura's undercarriage. He'd been holding her upside-down with only one hand keeping her ankle high over his own head, feasting upon her loins ravenously from that angle. Alas, his focus was taken by a very disturbing realization. Someone out there in the overworld was taking his title lightly... and undeservedly to boot. Worse still, he knew precisely who the culprit was. "Ho? That's surprising. I don't like this kind of surprise. I might have to kill you again to make a point to someone else..." he mused while looking out into the darkness.

[Apollymi]

Rita had known there was a bit of risk involved with her way of doing things. She was quite used to causing premature ejaculation in others. Even so, it was quite odd to hear Nao speaking on the matter and claiming he didn't have a minute left. No he thrusted a few more times before he began spilling into her body right against her womb, that feeling was just about enough to push her over the edge when combined with her movements. But his apologies would make it seem as if he fell just a little bit short, even as her core convulsed atop him. If she got just a few more pushes, it'd go from a nice little sensation to a full blow orgasm, but there were a lot of reasons to have sex and Rita's were remarkably different from most. "Iia, no need to apologize. I didn't know I could still manage something like that~" she said seemingly pleased by the idea of causing his premature spillage. "Still, I might be a bit selfish, but you shouldn't give up, I really am almost there. I believe in you, Aihara-kun~" she mentioned as her hips moved forward just a bit and she peeked back over her shoulder to give him a little wink and another gentle nudge with her own hips. A bit of extra friction and a couple more taps and she'd definitely find that orgasm sitting right at the cusp of her being.

At the same time, Shota apparently wasn't too pleased about the way Mitsuki responded to him. She felt like maybe he was looking for a very different kind of person from her, if he wanted someone willing to say random hentai things to him while he had his picture obsession going. Whatever the case, he wasn't so displeased that he wasn't able to finish and even though she tried to turn it a bit, she still ended up with his semen on her right check and seeping down her neck towards her cleavage. 'Ewww, that's gross...I mean it's more than normal. But isn't that just worse considering I just got out of the shower? At least it didn't get in my eye,' she thought though her face remained simply blushed and a bit relieved. Whatever the case, after that was over, she'd get up to get a cloth and wash off her face and neck. It was far from too much to ask her to remain this way after she'd gone thorough the trouble of getting clean.

At the same time, in the darkness, a young woman was being dangled upside down by her ankle. Her white hair with its starry underside flowing down towards the ground as a great deal of blood and mana pooled in her face. Initially her mouth was quite busy, sucking and licking upon a large shaft while her hands moved about his family jewels as if she wanted to gain herself an actual drink. When he spoke, it seemed that she was about to be in quite a bit of trouble, as a second death was threatened just to prove a point, "Huh? I'm going die again? Or wait..." she paused as she licked up his shaft, "Is it about that thing I mentioned... did you sense someone infringing upon something of yours? Should I be expecting something annoying in my near future?" she asked genuinely curious. There was the fact that her mother was a wisdom goddess and thus often heard things related to magic, that led her to believe there might have been a connection. The tales of other old entities living similarly as long as they were connected to a concept. She wondered if this was just another step in the evolution of the species of higher order beings.

[Bloodedge]

Aihara Nao was officially spent. He couldn't manage to hold out for even a few more seconds. Such was a failure on his part. Rita sought satisfaction, and he got his own without delivering. Of all the titles Nao had been given over the years, he surely deserved the title of a garbage human being and terrible man now. Rita still seemed satisfied by her accomplishment. He supposed there was nothing wrong with that; she'd successfully reduced him to mush with little effort. Even so, Rita had more encouragement to give. She was so close, he only had to suffer a bit more. Well, a bit more suffering was a better alternative to being rude. "I... haah... I can do it!" With a deep breath and a battle cry, Nao gripped the washing machine and Rita's hip more firmly than ever before. All he had to do was overwork his body with as many thrusts as possible before flaccidity took him. Spirited as the resurgence of activity was, Nao actually managed to gain firmness by keeping his eyes on the ripples wafting over Rita's backside.

Even though Mitsuki wasn't living up to expectations yet, Shota could accept this little hiccup as a matter of necessary investment. Sakura was easy enough to train; this one would be too. In time, he'd even have her bathing in his ejaculate with more fervor instead of just taking it to the cheek and running off to remove it right away. If she wanted it gone, he knew a simple way to do it. "Whew! Not too bad, Chigucchi. Just curious though, why won't you drink it?" he wondered. That was yet another thing he intended to train this one for. For now though, Shota would have to be content with the video he had ─ the same video he proceeded to pause for the moment. His erection wasn't getting too soft with any quickness, so he was soon approaching Mitsuki from behind with full confidence it would return soon.

In the meantime, Sakura... or rather, Kama, seemed curious about her second 'death' by Childe's hands. He had a free hand, so he raised it to slip a pair of fingers into her womanhood and another into her rear. After all, he wasn't going to stop working just to chat about an annoyance. Kama was right about the topic he addressed. It was something so miniscule, yet so annoying to him on a spiritual level; it had to be addressed. "There are a lot of annoying things in your near future. Some of them are more pitiful than others, but... overstepped boundaries are a thing. You'll get what that feels like one day. Remember my 'name'?"

[Apollymi]

Aihara Nao was spent, but that didn't have to be the case. From Rita's perspective he was young and everything about the way he carried himself made it obvious he wouldn't leave her wanting in anyway. A few words of encouragement was all it took for the lad to find himself again and even agree verbally. She truly was teetering on the edge. Even just a few thrusts would likely help her reach that end, especially with all of the build up she'd experienced thus far. "That's what I like to hear!~" Rita mentioned adding to her form of encouragement. Just the same each thrust he managed was pushing her further and further. He was meeting her again, and by the time he reached stroke number four, her body and stopped moving pressed against him closest to her womb and her canal convulsing upon his cock as she climaxed. "Aaaah♥!~ That's a good man, Aihara-kun~" she said pleased as she leaned her now relaxing body against the front of her still warming dryer. This had definitely been a very fruitful day.

At the same time, it was becoming more obvious to Mitsuki that she and Shota were on different pages. To her this was fine, as she wasn't expecting to gain a boyfriend today or anything like that. If anything this was to be a spur the moment kind of decision. Even as she removed his spunk from her face though he'd finally stopped turning his camera towards her, perhaps having the cleanliness of the legitimate situation break his immersion in his fantasy. Oddly enough he even asked her why she didn't like having semen in her mouth, which seemed like a strange question to her but she saw no reason not to answer him. "Eto... have you ever had a runny nose or a really bad head cold..." she asked for comparison. She even wiped some of it off her neck and moved it between her forefinger and thumb showing its thickness and stickiness. "It has that kind of texture and the taste on top of that. I don't like it. You shouldn't eat things that don't taste good or feel good, so that's why," she explained of herself in a pretty innocent and naive way. Even so it was the absolute truth. Soon after her neck was clean and she was washing her hands off only to have Shota walk up on her his cock semi-flaccid but him aiming to come closer.

Meanwhile, Kama was having her holes invaded while she continued to fellate someone upside down for the first time. She'd seen Angelica in an upside down sixty-nine before but this had a different kind of appeal. According to Childe, there were a few annoying things in Kama's future and some were considered pitiful. Boundaries were being crossed though to him and he found it annoying enough to need to address it. He brought up his name and she released the tip of cock from her tongue to speak on it, though she continued to lick along its girth. "You mean the one most girls call you... Daddy, right?" she asked of him making sure her own brain hadn't been scrambled in the meantime. "I get having names you like being referred to well enough... did someone use that name and it annoyed you spiritually?" she asked wondering why such a thing was possible, but also figuring that anyone whom he'd be annoyed by also possessing the name was obviously not reasonable for the role. As she continued on her journey several kisses were placed along his shaft and right at the head of his cock before she opened her mouth again to suck while he spoke in the moment.

[Bloodedge]

Nao managed to surprise himself with his own persistence. On the other hand, he couldn't take any credit for it. There was something about Nara Rita, like an innate ability to inspire and influence. Compulsion was what led to his renewed vigor and eventual delivery of what Rita desired. Sadly, the cost to Nao was his ability to breathe. Effort already put into surviving Rita's movements joined the stress required to keep pushing beyond ejaculation, taking a heavy toll on his lungs. He was still frantically thrusting away when Rita stopped moving and started speaking. "Hah! Gaah! Is that it? Did I win?!" he wondered. Apparently, Nao had been a bit too preoccupied to realize climax had been achieved by the woman already.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was explaining her desire to keep away from swallowing semen. She compared its texture to mucus, and complained about its taste to boot. Obviously, this girl wasn't one for the fun side of things as he saw it. While reality would say they were on two different pages, Shota would say she needed to get on the right track. It would all be a matter of time, Shota thought. "Sou ka. Never heard any complaints, but I get it. Let me know if you change your mind," he said. Now within striking distance, Shota put a hand to his own cock and began stroking again. It wouldn't take much to reinvigorate himself. "So you had both your showers. How about we get a look at your naughty side? How do you wanna go from here?"

The name 'Daddy' was assumed to be the thing Childe was upset about. Again, Kama wasn't wrong. There were, however, some finer details to a name/title like that, and how it worked in the grand scheme of things. While Kama went back to sucking, he took a moment to sigh and bask in the sensation. In that same time, Childe's fingers were consistently jabbing down into her holes as if stirring the blend of fluids within each. "It's something like that, but a bit more. You don't even know who else calls me that, but I see you already understand a lot of people do. It's not so simple as a name. It's an identity, a promise... a contract. There are certain things you can accept within yourself and accept from the person reaching out to you under that moniker. It becomes you, you become it. The bigger something like that gets, and the bigger the person in question is, the more it becomes exclusive. Understand, Kochou?"

[Apollymi]

Rita reached climax with the extra work being put in by Nao, and the lad was so committed to the act he seemed to have missed the moment. Oh well, it didn't matter, Rita knew she'd reached satisfaction due to his own actions and thus as he caught his breath, leaned back and pecked his cheek. "Hai, you did. Got a bit worked up there didn't you... didn't feel it? Well, I suppose that one was more for me to feel anyways~" she asked of him almost teasingly. Still, she was content to collapse for a few more seconds thereafter before making the decision to begin separating just a bit. "I didn't overwork you did I?" she asked of him pretty earnestly. She understood she'd pushed quite a few of his buttons and even if he was interested in sex, that didn't mean her appetites had to be solved by him. If nothing else, he gave her something else to think about, compared to her failed marriage partner she'd been having quite a good time the last few days. She'd allow him some time to recover as she did the same all while the dryer gently hummed in its last few minutes of a cycle.

At the same time, Shota seemed to think over her answer, claiming that he'd never gotten a complaint about any of the things she'd mentioned but he understood her point. She really wondered if he did, considering he mentioned her telling him if she changed her mind at some point. Mitsuki was fairly certain she wouldn't change her mind. And even though he'd gotten no complaints perhaps those women simply liked things like that? Or they really liked him enough to go along with his desires. She wasn't that invested and even if she became more invested she doubted it'd be worth it to try and swallow a loogy just to make someone else happy. "I don't see myself changing my mind about something like that..." she said clearly. She couldn't even think of something that could change her mind. Unless semen random gained a better texture and started tasting like yogurt or something. He was stroking himself back up to firmness and asking what she wanted to do, specifically he wanted to see her naughty side and once again a light bit of confusion hit her face. "Naughty side..." she said almost quizzically something about what he said since they'd gotten involved always seemed a bit off but not in an obvious way. She still wasn't sure what it was, but she was committed to trying out the sex act before anything else. "We could go to the bed and have room and comfort... that seems like it'd be best. Also do you have condoms for that? 'Cause I have some but it might be a tight squeeze..." she mentioned earnestly. In truth his cock was pretty impressive.

Meanwhile, Kama was receiving understanding nad having her insides churned up. Though initially Childe was only managing to enjoy the sensation of her mouth on his cock he did have clarifications to offer her. All the while she was building an orgasm, her core and rear tightening around the fingers which remained soaked in her juices and his saliva. A lot of people apparently called him 'Daddy' though Kama didn't yet know who that list included she assumed it was whoever he was perfectly matched with in addition to some other higher tier existences. He went on to explain the weight of such a title. The title was a big one, one which had multiple tiers of meaning and deepening connection. To accept that name was not just an increase on one side but a dmeand for certain action going outwards... that was what Kama took from his explanation. Her mouth would come off the tip of his cock and she'd lick it once more before gently pecking it. "Hai, it makes sense to me. So basically someone is making use of the name but not living up enough to it, for the standards set? I also assume because you want to do something about it yourself, it doesn't have the natural negative outcomes of things like using magic too big for your body or something like that? Am I right about that?" she wondered if her understanding was complete enough, and moaned as she orgasmed on his fingers while sucking his cock back towards her convulsing throat. She still couldn't quite swallow him down without the twitches in her throat, but she was growing to enjoy them quite a bit, being the kind of masochist she was.

[Bloodedge]

When Rita leaned back to peck his cheek, Nao gained an understanding that the job was now done. He could finally breathe easy, slow to a stop and maybe let his erection wane for once today. His chest was making massive movements due to the deepness of breaths he took, but that would be fine. Rita wanted to know if she'd overworked him. Well, the blame could be cast on both of them, and Nao would throw it his own way first. He was the one who ultimately decided not to stop until Rita was satisfied. Basically hanging by the washing machine to remain standing, Nao removed the hand from Rita's hip and flashed a thumbs-up. "Overwork me... all you want. I'll do it!" he heaved. Slowly were his legs giving out, guiding him toward the floor over time. With Rita also taking it upon herself to separate them, however, Nao felt... milked. Something more was definitely oozing out of his cock during that separation, doing so all the way into the moments of freedom that saw him fall fully to the floor. "Haah... I think... best job ever. Bonus package. Good," he said while trying to get himself together. Earlier, Nao wondered if this was the kind of job that involved sex as an alternative to bonus pay. Now, in the afterglow of something mind-blowing, there was a part of him hoping it could be. Of course, he could barely even articulate such a thought.

Mitsuki didn't think her mind could be changed. She wasn't the first to say something like that, nor would she be the last. They all caved after experiencing him fully. "Hey, you never know? A lot of things happen in the heat of the moment, Chigucchi♥" Shota declared. If he left her exhausted, panting and overstimulated, she surely wouldn't even try to reject a load shot into her face. As for the naughty side of Mitsuki he wanted to see, her idea was to move to the bed. Shota thought that was a bit vanilla and lacking the urgent need for his cock that he wanted to portray in video, but it was the premier location for sexual activity that couldn't be complained about. Condoms, however, were an annoyance. He didn't fancy using them, but there was a lot of potential in doing so as per Mitsuki's desire. Besides, he usually had some handy. "Oh it's gonna be a tight squeeze~" he said first and foremost. "I've got a few on me. After you, Chigucchi. Get on that bed and let me know how you wanna get wrecked♥~"

Childe had already entertained the idea of involving himself in Kakihara Shota's eventual downfall. Now, it was a certainty. He couldn't have weak little idiots tainting the lore of his title across the cosmos; it would be even more annoying to fix than most other things. If he didn't have to find the right time and place to interject without ruining the timeline, he would have made his appearance in this exact moment. Through the void, he could see it: the event of Shota meeting with one Shichigu Mitsuki. She was an interesting target as well. Perhaps he'd even add an alternate-reality nightmare to Shota's experience based on the moment now happening? That was a fun idea. Whatever the case, there was Kama's understanding to address. "It's... something like that, yeah. Look at it this way: you don't want to meet someone and find out you've got a bad reputation just because another person with your name dragged it through the mud before, right? It's like that, but without the opinion clause. We exist as manifestations of our own stories. Don't let someone write the footnotes of your own autobiography," he concluded. "Oh, but you're right, so..." Since Kama was on the right track and once again taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, Childe figured a different sort of affirmative was in order. As such, his hips bucked to force his length deeper than what she was managing alone, and with that came another torrent of mana into Kama's throat. "Have that on me!"

[Apollymi]

A job of the sexual variety had been successfully completed, and Nao could breathe easy, whenever he actually managed to catch his breath. For now, Rita seemed to be relaxed enough even as Nao made his way to the seated position on the floor and claimed she could overwork him. A flashed thumbs up as they separated and his words made her smile as she nodded. "Hai hai, I'm glad to hear it~" Rita said lightly. Of course, as he settled in it seemed he'd not quite gotten back up to complete sentences. "Best job ever, huh? We haven't even gotten to actual work yet. Still, I'm glad you think so... I think I found a pretty reliable pick-up in you, Aihara-kun~" Rita said. Anything known as milking wasn't something she'd done with purpose, instead it was simply something she knew to happen potentially. It was nothing to fuss about it. "Oh, but this job will probably also still have regular bonuses. As soon as the staff is fully set. I wouldn't want to keep anyone from having a good life or anything like that..." Rita mentioned earnestly. She then remembered something important. "At the risk of randomly switching topics, did you like the cake? I meant to ask before... but it got away from me for a minute there~" she said about the actual dessert she'd left the lad. There was the gentle rumble of the dryer at her back and that large tattoo down her leg seemed to tingle to her but that was obviously just some of those ghost sensations from getting it at a time she didn't remember. Nothing was wrong in Rita's world presently.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was steadily getting more and more information about the differences between her and Kakihara Shota. He declared that in the heat of the moment things could change for her rational mind. That sounded like one of those cliché lines given by the 'bad boy' types in movies. Even though he likely had some reason to believe in the truth of those words, she wasn't the type to let unexperienced things dictate her understanding. Even if she'd managed to go about being a bit of a party girl today, there wasn't any alcohol or anything like that involved. Maybe it'd just been a while and the prospect of trying something new was a bit too irresistible? It was often said that people were their horniest during conventions. She could be led along by that thought alone, and the words from Shota already. If nothing else, she did fully intend to have sex with him, and if a bit of 'sexier' behavior would motivate him, and keep him from saying things that confused her or ruined her own mood, it might be worth it to give a bit. Even now he was doing it, but she'd go along, especially after taking another casual glance at his manhood. "Okay, hand me the condom~" she asked as she headed over to the bed. If he gave into that desire, she'd take the condom and place it between her lips, crawling into bed with it only to turn around stark naked. March would look to him with a blush on her face while mentally hyping herself up. 'A cute girl can be direct!' she encouraged before she spoke. "Put this on and then bend me over this bed and put it in here..." she said, opening her closed folds to show off the rest of her goods. That wasn't too embarrassing. She could manage if she sad it that way, she decided.

Meanwhile, Kama was learning that her understanding was indeed right but being given some extra information to go along with it. Childe's explanation also shed light on a thought process that Sakura had been working on for quite a while before now. The humans she met did seem obsessed with their reputations, but if that ideation trickled down from beings whose power structure was determined by tales told of them, it made sense to want to protect yourself in that way. "Sou ka, I understand a lot now... arigatou gouzaimasu, Onii-chan~" Kama stated before she went back. And now she was having soemthing on him? A further push down her throat and a certain explusion of mana, her brain was already firing on multiple cylinders and now she had even more power to go with it. Her two minds synced and then began to separate for a bit as time began to converge on this moment. She'd swallow his essence for quite a while before pulling back, she'd smooch the tip again before speaking. "Hmm, I wonder if I could use my time here to finish working on my little one. It sounds like you have quite a lot to do yourself... does that mean our time is about over now?" she asked of Childe seeming to come to an understanding about the situation based on their placement within the crumbled space and her own previously dead self.

[Bloodedge]

And so, the moment occurring between owner and manager progressed above the convenience store with Aihara Nao starting a full tirade about cake and its delicious nature. All the while, one Kurusu Akira was elsewhere in a hospital bed, wishing he could have something indulgent to eat like cake. Compared to the taste of 'green', he'd take just about anything edible. Hell, he'd eat the painkillers from his IV if it were possible! This hospital stay wasn't going very well. Ah, and Akira was expecting two visitors today... but more problematic was the visitor he'd been dealing with for the past hour or so. "Say, Renren! When you get outta here, we can even get back to what we used to do, y'know? Getting back at all those shitty adults... or I guess those shitty 'older' adults now. Right? Right?" the loud blonde who recently discovered Akira's new identity spoke from beside the hospital bed. In response, Akira merely groaned. He should have gone the silent protagonist route much earlier in life. . .

In the meantime, Shota was excited to see the growth of Mitsuki right before his eyes. On her way to the bed, she requested one of the condoms he had on hand. A mere slip into his pocket while stepping out of his jeans produced the object easily enough. He wondered what she'd do with it. Maybe he'd catch on video the act of her putting it on him with her mouth? Maybe those moments of staring at his cock had already taken over her mind, leading to the idea that she should abandon the notion of protection. They all wanted a full breeding session with him eventually. Ah, but when she received that wrapper, Mitsuki did something very different ─ albeit worth recording in its own right. She held the condom wrapper between her teeth, posed on the bed, and requested to be bent over that same bed. Shota was elated. He caught it all on camera. "Ooh! That's damn sexy! Love it!" he praised while stepping forward. Shota would be retrieving the condom with his own teeth, pecking Mitsuki's top lip with his own. In retreating, his free hand grabbed the wrapper and ripped it away. One-handed condom equipping was something he practiced quite frequently. While donning the contraceptive, he nodded in a silent suggestion for Mitsuki to turn herself around.

Kama gained an understanding of the world and the inner workings of entities this world had no proper knowledge of yet. It would serve her well in the future. For now, she took a very 'casual' load to the throat and expressed some thoughts regarding her most recent child yet to be born. Childe noticed she kept kissing the tip of his cock when backing away, and wondered when and why she developed such a habit. He knew of it, of course, but never imagined it being such an early feature. "I gotta go around and find out where you picked up some habits one day. You're a lot more sensual than you probably realize by now," he commented. As for the time they had now... well, Childe would start by releasing his hold of her ankle after one more lap of her juices. In this void space, she'd easily float instead of falling to the nonexistent floor. "You should finish it in here; it'll be better if you're using anything I just gave you. Don't wanna break Gaia ─ not with something like that anyway. But no, we're not done ─ not for long. I'll be back to answer a question you'll have, and to give you the thing I came here for. Y'know we weren't supposed to fuck? But what can I say; I can't resist you. See you soon♥~" With that, Childe faded away... but where to?

"Put this on and then bend me over this bed and put it in here..." Those words spoken by Mitsuki were also spoken in a parallel world. There, Childe appeared fully dressed and just slightly glistening in sweat. He stood outside the door to Mitsuki's hotel suite, knocking loudly enough for the sound to reach them in the bedroom. "Hello?! Housekeeping!" he announced, resisting the urge to laugh at his own antics. Just shy of speaking the same words he shared in the primary timeline, Shota scoffed. "Just ignore that, Chigucchi. That thing you just did has me ready to go ballistic. Let's get started, yeah?"

[Apollymi]

While Rita learned of her new manager's interest in the confections she created. One of her other employees was making her way through signing in at the hospital to be a visitor to one Kurusu Akira. Having done the necessary amount of signing in and being quite used to talking with doctors and nurses in passing, Nanami Mami was twisting a single lock of hair while finding out by the sign-in sheet of the day that Akira had another visitor. How odd. She figured his 'step-sister' and 'friend' would be busy and thus wouldn't be here to be annoying. Still, since she didn't recognize the name she couldn't make the usual assumptions. 'Oh well, at least it wasn't a girl visiting...' she thought. Her own plan was still one which could be put into motion. She could still pretend to be caring enough to keep him dangling for any future plans she decided. "Akira-kun, I came to see you~" Mami announced herself while looking over a blonde male who looked a bit like a delinquent. 'Is he being shaken down by some random? Does he even have a spine?' she wondered after making a quick assumption and walking over to stand to one side of bed while she waited to find out what this situation was in truth.

At the same time Mitsuki had managed to do something a bit more forward. She'd presented what she thought of as a much more deviant amount of forwardness. And in turn she was complimented about the sexy nature of the words she spoke. 'Okay! It worked!~' she mentally congratulated herself. "Ehee..." she chuckled almost nervously. Unconsciously her hnad went up to the back of her head, but she still seemed pleased nonetheless. What was more, Shota would approach, grabbing that condom with his own teeth and causing a quick interaction of their lips. She watched as he placed the condom on and then took his suggestion and presented her backside to him. She would be settling in with her rear up in the air, her moist folds back together but still with just a smidge of space and her facing the opposite direction as she thought over the size of his manhood and the goodness such a thing would present in a sexual sensation. It was quite an exciting prospect, actually.

Meanwhile Kama was having her habits noticed, as Childe mentioned some kind of curiosity about when she developed such habits. Apparently it was enough of a curiosity that he wanted to see when she developed them and claimed that she was more sensual than she realized even so early. "Hm, if you're talking about that one, a few days before now... is probably when that started," she gave him that bit of information without too much thought. Soon enough though, she was dropped only after another lick to her loins was delivered and then... instead of falling, she simply floated her body curling into a semi-fetal positions her hands coming to rest over her womb as she began to play around with the ball that was there, which still mostly consisted of the deposits of Daikichi Hiruko, but her own body now contained quite a bit from Childe so she'd think of working some new things in. "Yes, I know several children were made today, but I wouldn't want to break anything~" she claimed as her fiddling began. According to Childe, they weren't supposed to have sex today, but he couldn't resist her. He'd be seeing her soon, with something he came to give her, and... an answer to a question. How interesting, "Hai, have a good day, Onii-chan♥~" Kama mentioned as she continued her work and allowed the emptiness of the space she was in to enable her quiet works.

Meanwhile, in a parallel world a certain set of sentences. Still before anything else really happened, a loud knock and the call for housekeeping happened. Mitsuki's eyes widened as the knock happened and she immediately reached over to a side chair for the robe she'd moved there in the previous day. She wasn't going to answer the door naked. The words of Shota hit her ears, he was ready to go already and she should ignore it? "Kakihara-kun, I know it's inconvenient but what if it's important. Besides... if I don't answer it, they could just open up the door anyway... and it'd be embarrassing to be seen like that," Mitsuki concluded. She slide into her bathrobe and managed to tie it while moving out of the bed. She smiled while heading for the door. "Don't worry, you just have to be a bit patient..." she said. Nothing about her plans had changed so far, and she'd be heading for the door lightly on her feet, hoping she didn't look to out of sorts herself. "Coming!~" she called back at the knock on the door. Once there she took a deep breath and opened it. Surprisingly enough what she found outside didn't look like housekeeping. "Are you... housekeeping?" she asked her brows furrowing lightly. But in truth she was kind of just staring. This man was gorgeous and lightly glistening with sweat but dressed nicely. If he was truly just a housekeeper he might have gone into the wrong job.

[Bloodedge]

As if having one blonde in his hospital room wasn't bad enough, Akira soon had to deal with Nanami Mami walking in for a visit. Hers was at least expected, but he didn't want her around long enough to encounter Chizuru. Besides that... there was the problem of the male who looked Mami up and down with a wide grin. "Ohh! What's that? Renren, you got yourself a girl?" the male asked while Akira groaned. "Ryuji... just stop saying words," he responded. Of course, that would never be enough to dissuade the other male, who was already looking Mami's way again. "Sakamoto Ryuji! So, what's the deets? You Renren's girl? Am I interrupting the sexy home care scene? Huh?" the one called Ryuji wondered.

In the meantime, Mitsuki was prostrating herself before a very erect, albeit sheathed Shota. He held that covered cock firmly in one hand, keeping the other hand steady for the camera's sake. "Got yourself a nice ass here, Chigucchi. You ready for me to work it over all night?" he asked rhetorically. Naturally, it was Shota's intention to do precisely that regardless ─ he'd be establishing a nice place for himself inside her body. Even now, Shota was rubbing that rubber tip against her folds as if to further lubricate it, only to begin inching into her entrance after a few traces were made. All to fully make his mark, he intended to go for a gruesomely slow insertion full of throbbing.

In a similar version of events, Shota was instead being denied entry. Mitsuki refused to ignore the housekeeping call, insisting that they could/would enter during their special moment if she didn't respond. "Just tell them you're busy then," he urged as she slipped on a bathrobe. This wasn't going to be good for his video; he'd have to do even more editing. Well, it would be fine as long as he paused the recording for now. Shota would just have to address the fact that she made him wait, and perhaps insist that she take responsibility. Moments later, Childe was being greeted at the door with a question about his identity as housekeeping staff. A gentle, yet devious smile was on his face as always. "Hey there Girlie. Nice robe~" he said. "I'm not housekeeping. Well, unless you want me to be. I just called myself that to make sure you answered. See, I'm pretty far out and could use a shower. Mind if I borrow yours?"

[Apollymi]

In a rare showing of change, Nanami Mami, was forced in a moment to change her mind about her initial understanding of a situation. 'Oh, so more like a childhood friend. What kind of nickname is Renren for a person called Kurusu Akira. Maybe he got it when he was young... middle school or high school,' Mami put in the time to think about it. At the very least this man's oblivious nature would make him easy to read and even easier to get information out of, if she found herself needing it. Calculation played across her face before her eyes closed and she decided the way to go about responding. "Iia, iia.... Akira-kun and I are just friends... no need to leave on my account~" she claimed with practiced ease. If Ryuji stayed she'd get more information out of him, and if he knew they weren't dating she could probably entice him into revealing information just by paying a bit of attention to him. Men like him were so easy to deal with it wasn't even funny. "Nanami Mami, yoroshiku, Ryuji-kun~" she managed playfully. "Also I don't think anyone plays at home care for someone in hospitals. Seems like it'd be pretty desperate to try and move in a guy who can't move away~" she uttered seriously. 'As if I'd ever bother doing something like that. No need when he's already the type who can't even say no to his friends... ' Mami thought, she wasn't the type who wanted to take care of others. She wanted to be taken care of, and Akira was perfect for the role of caretaker with no real effort put in, while she shopped around for the perfect man.

At the same time, Mitsuki had presented herself to be entered after being a little daring. Her reward for that was a comment about the niceness of her rear and a rhetorical question from Shota about her readiness to accept him all night. "All night?" she pondered that phrase, if only for a second. She assumed such a thing wasn't actually possible, but by the time she would have questioned it further, the tip of his sheathed cock was already rubbing against her undercarriage. "Hai! I'm ready~" she claimed as the push began. She'd thought it be a tight squeeze and it truly was. There was so much more girth than she was used to, it somehow felt more intense than even the first time she'd had sex. If not for the natural slickness and the ability to keep producing it, she was sure this would actually be quite uncomfortable. Still... she couldn't say she disliked it. She was practically panting face reddened as she struggled to conceptualize the sensation happening within her loins. "Gaah! It's so tight..." she muttered softly. Still her hips were moving just a tad as if to encourage the rest of he entrance. There was truly something about this kind of thickness she was liking the deeper it reached.

Meanwhile a different Mitsuki hadn't even gotten started yet. She'd gotten up in a robe to go and answer the door to her hotel room. "I'm not that rude, but I'll still try and be quick," she uttered. Ah, but someone like Kakihara Shota was already thinking about, how to turn such a situation around to benefit him. Oh well, what he couldn't know was Mitsuki was currently answering the door for someone who visually put Shota to shame even fully dressed. When he spoke to her, she was certain she felt her heart skip a beat, and there was something about that call of girlie she was sure made her loins twitch internally. "Ehee~" she giggled a little. "It's just the hotel one...." she murmured almost sheepishly. Where did that come from, she was normally quite confident in her cuteness but now she wanted to hear what else this man liked about her. What was more the man claimed he definitely wasn't housekeeping but that he'd wanted her to open the door. He was pretty far out and in need of a shower. Mitsuki looked at him and he was quite sweaty. It would be neighborly to help out, yeah and she'd be allowed a bit more time to look at him. "Oh? That's it... I was hoping you were like a model of mine," she mentioned, 'Then I could have claimed a work emergency and rain-checked,' she thought seemingly distraught that there wasn't an opening to spend some more time with this particular man. "Still, I don't think it'd be good to not help out since I'm not currently using my shower. I mean someone else is in here, but if you don't take too long I don't see why not. Just remember a cute girl did you a favor, okay?" she said quickly. "Oh, and I'm Shichigu Mitsuki... in case you need to know which cute girl did you a favor," she followed up quickly and stepped to the side to let him in.

[Bloodedge]

According to the young woman introducing herself, she and Akira were only friends. The black-haired, bedbound male seemed a bit downtrodden upon hearing that; he still hadn't gotten over the breakup. Ryuji, on the other hand, was still smiling like an absolute goofball. If this wasn't the other lad's girlfriend, maybe he had a shot worth shooting. "Woah! Not girlfriend, but still visiting? Renren, ya' gotta teach me how ya do it!" Ryuji said, looking toward Akira once more. "Stop everything. Just... go for now," Akira insisted. Still laughing and having a general good time, Ryuji grabbed Akira's phone to claim his number. "I was gonna get going in a minute anyway. I'll just get your number and stop by later. Ya' want Big Bang Burger tomorrow?" he asked. In that moment, Akira gained a spark of life and appreciation for the blonde male. "... Yes. Absolutely yes!" he said, just barely managing to sit up a bit. Ah, but he was being rude. Mami did come for a visit, and though he didn't want her here today, she was here now. "Eto... How was the new job?" Akira asked. He didn't look at the lass when questioning her, nor could he think of another topic to broach after all that happened between them. Still, Akira wasn't going to just sit there silently.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki's readiness to receive Shota was voiced and recorded perfectly. Maybe he would have preferred if she asked for penetration, but recent events saw to it that Shota was a little pent-up and impatient. Contrary to that, he'd make sure no real speed was applied to that insertion. He wanted Mitsuki to feel every agonizing millimeter of his cock squeezing its way into her hole, to know fully that she'd never experienced anything like him before. Verbally, she acknowledged the tight squeeze even while egging him on with her hips. This was the sort of moment Shota lived for, and the type he'd be fueling with more leading questions. "It is. So what do you think, Chigucchi? You like 'em big like this?" he asked.

Across the dimensional gap, there was a Mitsuki being a bit shyer than her normal self. A cute little giggle came before her admission of wearing a simple hotel robe. To that, Childe snickered. "So what? It could be made of paper and you'd still make it look good. You recently showered yourself, huh? It's a shame I missed the wet hair; that would have looked even better," he rambled. Childe saw her looking, but he was doing a bit of looking himself. A distinct lack of extra effort to cover herself, whether intentional or not, had him spying a bit of cleavage under that bathrobe, while Mitsuki expressed her hopes that he was one of her models. "Oya? So you want me to pose for you? We just met, you know?" he joked. "But I'd do it~" he added. With permission to use the shower, he swaggered right into the entryway, slyly slipping around Mitsuki and barely avoiding contact while still facing her. "I don't mind if somebody's here. And hey, I'll remember that favor... and pay you back a few times over. Call me Ajax. Mind showing me the way to that shower, Mitsuki?" He paused there, thinking twice about his form of address. "Oh... or do you prefer if I just keep calling you Girlie?"

[Apollymi]

The more Ryuji talked, the more Mami realized she could definitely find him useful later. He kept talking and she could take away from it, that Akira was apparently pathetic enough to draw in the caring type of young women. She wasn't this herself, but she definitely made herself look like it for her own means. Whatever the case, Akira definitely didn't want the lad here, after realizing they were actually friends, she had to assume the lad with no tact knew a bit too much about Akira for him to want him to keep talking. Ah, and this one definitely was used to being bossed around by Akira a bit, as he seemed to be run off easily enough after acquiring Akira's number. Though she did notice how happy Akira seemed to be at the mention of food. Well, her dad did always complain about that sort of thing which was why he cooked at home. Perhaps she could bring him something next time. "Oh? Akira-kun, you didn't have to run your friend off so fast. I promise I wouldn't have laughed if he'd told any embarrassing stories... like how you ended up with a nickname so different from your name~" she said seeming to tease, but the truth of the matter was his nickname choice was still rather odd. Whatever the case, she'd drop it for a few seconds to discuss her work day as it was something which was still weighing in the back of her mind. "My day was okay... I started at this little convenience store, but it's seeming like it might be a bit shady. The store didn't open on time and the lady running it might be sleeping with the manager or something... you know general work drama..." she said waving it off. "I don't really have to ask about you... all cooped up in here. I'm actually surprised anyone visited. Bet it makes you happy though~" she couldn't resist poking more fun at the man every time they spoke. It always sounded light hearted but she meant to crush his obvious insecurities. She'd seen him look a bit downtrodden when she'd mentioned them just being friends. She'd imagine he wouldn't want his other male friend to know she'd broken up with him recently.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki was experiencing a deep penetration at an exceedingly slow pace. Her body didn't know how it wanted to react and she was so busy accommodating the girth currently filling her body. It was such a new sensation so full of pressure. But it wasn't anything she couldn't enjoy. As she was dealing with this mentally Shota began to speak again. And when he did she found herself having to contemplate his words while her hips wiggled encouragingly. Did she like them this big, well there was a simple answer to that, "I like it..." she uttered 'So far..' she thought figuring the lad didn't need to know she was mentally working through everything. She was sure it wasn't all of it. His cock hadn't reached the depths of her... she could feel the pressure building up inch by inch, and would much rather concentration on her feelings and breathing than trying to answer. Still, she'd provide him some words which weren't simply her own moans or panting as she adjusted to this situation. Whatever the case, she'd aim to keep enjoying.

And in a different timeline, a Mitsuki was instead... finding out what it was like to be completely mesmerized by a new person. The man before her definitely should have been someone's model. The entire time he was standing in front of her she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering arund his form. He even had a little window low on his hips which she kept inadvertantly looking towards between her own words and his. "I didn't do a hair wash yet. I usually do it before bed, since drying it helps me get sleepy..." she mentioned of her wet hair, 'Why did I tell him that... it's not like he's going to be here for my before bed routine, wouldn't mind though...' she thought quickly. Why she provided this man such information, she didn't know... but she really wished she washed her hair during the day, if it would have given them something to talk about for a little longer. When he jokingly pointed out that they'd only just met when she memtioned the modeling thing she blushed intensely, "But I mean when you look like you do, you should be photographed. And I'm actually a really good photographer, if you're going to need one for the Con," she covered for herself quickly. Since he'd offered something like that... there was no way she wouldn't jump at the opportunity. "Ajax... okay. Just don't forget!" she said seemingly huffily. He said her given name while slipping around her, and she enjoyed it, but when asked which type of response she enjoyed more... she was able to formulate a real answer. "Right this way, and you... can call me either, but I do like it when you say girlie," she admitted with her face turning the color of a ripened tomato. Whatever the case, they'd be walking past the open concept bedroom and towards the bathroom and she'd be leading the way while stealing several glances at Ajax. "Bathroom is right here. There are some fresh towels, and a new toothbrush and some of the soaps if you want by the bath," she offered while her eyes kept shifting towards that window. "Let me know if you need anything else..." she said as well not even able to draw her eyes away enough to remember that Shota was probably still in the bed.

[Bloodedge]

Akira didn't really like the idea of this particular male having his contact information right here and now, but there was nothing to really be done about it. He'd already started weighing positives against negatives. On the negative side, Sakamoto Ryuji could contact him. On the positive, however... he could eat something that didn't taste of green. "Hehe! Alright dude, I'll call ya' tomorrow. Ah... I guess you can't really reach the phone all the time with those arms, huh? I'll just show up! Peace!" Ryuji said with that doofus grin. While making his way out, he smiled and nodded at Mami. Once Ryuji was gone, Akira heaved a deep sigh of relief. "Yes I did," he insisted about having to run Ryuji off. No details would be given about the reason; he'd just move on and listen to talks of Mami's day. She spoke of job fraternization like it was such a casual occurrence. Well, it was interesting if nothing else. "Isn't that kind of a bigger deal than you're making it? I can't imagine it happening that often," he said. With Mami moving on to play her little mind games and point out his apparent loneliness, Akira merely shifted his gaze away. "I'm indifferent on this one. Futaba and Yu were here yesterday. I'd honestly rather rest today."

Finally, Shota was seeing some progress. This video collage had the potential to be his best yet if Mitsuki kept progressing at the current rate! If he managed that, all of his plans would fall in line. For now, he was content to keep her hanging on by a rope. Apparently, she liked them big. That was the sort of thing he wanted to hear while reaching the halfway point of Mitsuki's canal. Alas... there could have been more. A quick slap to the ass while he thrusted to the three-quarters point of her canal would surely get things going properly. "That's what I like to hear! Tell me what you like about it♥~" he urged.

On the other side, Mitsuki was claiming she normally washed her hair before bed. "So I should come back later?" Childe replied cheekily, still carrying a half-joking tone with every word. It wasn't long before Mitsuki randomly decided to advertise herself as a photographer ─ being willing to take pictures of him if necessary. How interesting it was that such a thing happened so quickly. "I'm not here for a convention, but you can take pictures of me if you want. I'll even pay you for it," he claimed. Whether he paid in cash or favors, though... that was yet to be determined. It seemed he'd continue calling her 'Girlie' as he had when they first spoke. He followed her toward the bathroom in relative silence, taking only a moment to shift his gaze toward the bedroom. Shota was scrambling about at the time, failing to see the threat to his existence in the suite. That was probably better for him... for now. On the other hand, his ignorance left Mitsuki rather... unattended as she showed Childe the facilities. She wanted to know if he needed anything else, and notably they were still stealing looks at each other. "Thanks," he said initially. In that moment, he was casually stripping away that gray jacket to unveil a physical statue literally beyond conceptualization in this world, lean though it remained. "I might need something. What's on the list? Company? A peek at that wet hair look? Peek at something else? A kiss for good luck so I don't slip in the shower? I'll respect your wishes, so be careful when you offer a guy 'anything'. Got me, Girlie?♥"

[Apollymi]

Akira ran off his friend rather quickly. It seemed almost suspicious to Mami that he didn't want his other friends around her. She knew that Yuusuke and Futaba didn't like her so that made sense, but this blonde male didn't seem like he had enough brains to be mistrustful of her. Perhaps that was it, in his pitible state he didn't want to potentially lose Mami's attention to his brash friend. 'That might be worth using a bit later...' she thought. When she mentioned the current state of her job life, he wondered if it was a bigger deal than she was making of it, "Maybe, I've seen a lot of odd things. One of the managers seems like he's a failed scientist, super nerd or something like that... the owner is one of those desperate housewife looking people... it seems like it'll be pretty dramatic," she said as casually as she did anything else. "I also said it was a bit shady, but I'm just a cashier who will hopefully never had to deal with that kitchen stuff too much so it should be fine," she claimed seemingly surprise. A wicked grin coming to her face for just a second. "Or are you interesting cause it sounds perverted~" she teased once more with it lacking the true light-heartedness that such jabs had between friends. She was even further rewarded by his indifference about his loneliness. Ah, the other two had come by the previous day, so having two people show up today was unexpected. "It's okay, I'm fine with stopping by to check on you and make sure you're not too lonely~ It's good when someone who doesn't feel obligated stops by to say hi right?" she claimed of herself. In truth she'd only stopped by to make sure he was appropriately isolated. If his other friends had already stopped by and all she had to worry about was the blonde delinquent, she could easily get more information and keep Akira under her thumb. She was pleased by this information.

At the same time, Mitsuki was busy accepting a cock much bigger than she was used to. Every push forward was something quite ridiculous but she was adjusting just fine. While she was doing her adjusting he came to a stop and then slapped her on the ass before pushing forward again. She'd not expected that, and yipped in response. "Eeep!~" she squealed, still that push forward seemed to distract her a bit more. How much of him was actually left before their skin touched? She didn't know, but why had he hit her? She wasn't sure if she liked that or not. It seemed like the sort of thing one shouldn't just do, especially considering he knew already that she didn't do this sort of thing too often. "It's... thick... and throbbing..." she mentioned after a moment of thought. During that time the tightness of her core twitched a little. "My butt stings, I don't think I like that..." she explained quickly. Maybe it just seemed presumptuous? Or maybe it should have been something else? It didn't matter she was still enjoying the experience over all... though she'd truly rather be concentrating on the feelings in her loins instead of anything else.

Meanwhile, a Mitsuki who was talking to Ajax was having a very different time. "Or you could stay..." she said immediately before flushting. "Chotto... I don't know where that came from..." she said seeming to blush intensely. She was a cute girl, not usually one who was so forward. It felt a bit strange to randomly say something like that but she didn't actually want to apologize because she felt like she meant it. Still she found out more about Ajax as he was called. He claimed that he wasn't here for the convention but he would allow her to take pictures and pay her. That was exciting considering she didn't actuallly expect this man to stay around in her hotel room with her while she 'entertained' someone else. "That's great, we could exchange numbers before you leave so you can contact me if you want~" she offered quickly. So easily did Mitsuki all but forget about the other lad, who said nothing even when she walked by with someone else in her company. When she offered anything to Ajax he had something very seductive to say. He removed his shirt and she looked at a torso she thought couldn't actually exist. This man had to be a model of some sort given this form. How was he so thing but so muscular. She didn't know she liked muscles until she looked at this man shirtless. And his questions of what was on offer made her stumble though her words all as her core throbbed at the simple mention of the term 'girlie'. "Given this, I doubt you need help with anything... I wouldn't mind being company but I wouldn't want to intrude on your private time. If you wanted to see something I don't mind. And if you wanted a kiss I'd definitely need to brush my teeth first... I'll be careful what I offer, but I also have to be a good host to you..." she rambled while her eyes fixated on his half naked body, surely there was nothing wrong with being helpful. Yeah. She was sure of that.

[Bloodedge]

According to Mami, the situation at her new job wasn't too strange at all. Well, she'd at least seen quite a few things that made it less ridiculous. What she said about her manager and store owner made it seem like that business was just some rag-tag group hoping to work itself out. Akira thought she'd fit right in by the strangest means, but that was not a thought he'd share or let leak into his expression. "That's a weird group," was all he said about the workplace. As for his interest and any connection to Akira's own perversions, he couldn't even deny a connection. It certainly wasn't the cause for his questioning, but he didn't stop being a pervert just because a truck hit him. "Well it does make a pretty good scene. Workplace deviance is a pretty popular tag; it's good stuff," he blurted out. In all actuality, he wouldn't have minded the chance to see Mami in a storage room or something of the sort. That thought aside, he finally looked her in the face when she spoke of getting a visitor with no obligations. He couldn't call that a lie, but it was not steeped in truth. It seemed Mami didn't feel obligated to check on him, but there was an obligation in there somewhere. What was it? Either way, the specifics she mentioned could not receive his agreement. With that in mind, he answered very specifically. "It's always good to see you. It doesn't make sense that you showed up here, though. You could have just gone on to live your life after... last time."

Lo and behold, Shota was having one of the best shots ever in a single transition. From his perspective, Mitsuki was struggling to handle the dick that hadn't even made its full journey into her body yet. Yes, it was thick. Yes, it was throbbing. Yes, she had every reason to like it! Sadly, it seemed Shota was dealing with the second girl who disliked a spanking. What was his luck with those lately? Oh well. "Must've been bad timing. Gomen, gomen~" was Shota's only response. From that three-quarters point, he withdrew for a few practice pumps. It was high time the game began anew. "Still got some dick left to give, Chigucchi. Think you can take it?" he asked. Well, Mitsuki's opinion on that didn't matter; he just wanted the answer. Without even waiting around though, his next maneuver was a quick thrust bringing their bodies together and simultaneously knocking the entrance to her womb.

Childe's, or rather Ajax's idea to make a return trip got a very swift retort from the other reality's Mitsuki. The alternative of sticking around until her bedtime was such an honest statement from her, she didn't even consciously speak it. He knew the reason. One day, perhaps she'd know too. "No need to be shy. Who'd complain about a pretty girl wanting them around?" he asked in rhetoric. That shirt was discarded with such ease and a marked lack of concern. Luckily for him, he actually had a phone ready for this time period... and a special trick from the science-savvy individuals to ensure it could be used regardless of the time or dimension he was in. "I'll make sure to do that. For the photo op, right?" the ginger asked with a flirty undertone. Moving on, the most important part of their existing conversation was coming up... and 'Ajax' was casually loosing his belt, as if he didn't care if Mitsuki remained present while he became more nude by the moment. She'd offer company, but would not intrude on whatever privacy he desired. If he wanted to see something, she was apparently complacent. If he wanted a kiss, she just needed to brush the stain of Shota from her mouth. Mitsuki really was quite the good little host. "The whole list, huh? Well I'd be a bad recipient if I didn't accept everything you're willing to offer. I'm not worried about privacy, I'll look at anything you're willing to show me, and if all a guy has to do for a kiss is wait for tooth-brushing... who can complain about that?" During that rebuttal, Ajax pulled his belt in one fell swoop, completely removing it from his trousers to toss it atop that jacket. "Anything in it for you? I can't just be a bad guest when the host is so hospitable~"

[Apollymi]

Mami was setting a trap as far as she was concerned. She had to keep Akira latched on for a while yet, and perhaps come up with a contingency or two to keep him hooked even if he naturally lost interest. With these thoughts in mind, she gave him information about her current work situation and gained herself an opening to call him a pervert. "Right? I don't know how it's supposed to work," she said almost haughtily. There weren't enough people there yet keep her on the lower impact of tasks. But with such a ragtag group she could rather easily figure out how to keep everyone on her side while not committing too much. Still, it wasn't worth the extra thought just now, no... instead it was only a gateway to tease Akira with. "That sounds like way too specific of a way to describe it... you're such a freak, Akira-kun," she said while giving him a side-eye completely disgusted by his honesty in this case. But such was how they interacted, "I'm just kidding but you shouldn't just blurt out stuff like that. I'm not even your girlfriend anymore..." her tone was light and teasing but those words were once again meant to cut a bit deeper than most. At his final words she could only shrug, it would almost seem like he was on to something, but Akira wasn't that kind of individual. No, he was probably still moping about losing her and it was only made more painful by her current presence. 'Hmphf, he's so love sick, he's still stuck on me even after I trampled on his feelings. This will be too easy,' she thought. "You don't have to be so sad about it. We didn't work out as a couple, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to be friends. And I couldn't be a good friend if I didn't at least come and check on you~" she affirmed as if her reasoning behind showing up was so very simple. Of course it wasn't but he didn't know that. No he was a simple boy who didn't get a lot of attention, it'd be all too easy to keep him sniffing around after while she figured out the kind of man she wouldn't mind actually being with.

At the same time, whatever ideations Shota was making about this moment, Mitsuki was too busy having her body adjust to an intrusion unlike any other. That slap to her rear wasn't one she enjoyed very much, or at least she was pretty sure she didn't... and Shota had the decency to apologize, however insincere it might have actually been. No matter what, she'd ended up mostly able to catch her breath by the time he'd initially stopped moving. What was he saying, he still had more of his cock to give. He had to be kidding. Well, she'd already gone this far, she could take a bit more... "H....HHHHYUUUCK!~" she couldn't even get out a word before she felt the sensation of him ramming against what had to be her most definite end. Ah, that was an odd sensation. It took the breath out of her, and oddly enough made her body convulse as all that building tension she had released in an orgasm. That should have been painful... and perhaps it was, but maybe the sensation was just jarring enough to help her even whle she wasn't specifically concentrating? Yeah, that sounded about right.

Meanwhile, a Mitsuki in a different timeline was flirting with a man she'd just met and seemingly succeeding at it, even though it was quite clumsy and she seemed to be almost star struck. "Ehe... well, I am a cute girl~" she said a bit of confidence coming into her visage at his words. She wasn't purposefully doing anything but that didn't mean she wasn't quite taken with Ajax already. She spoke of exchanging numbers and he asked if it was about the photo op they'd been talking about. Somewhere between the door and the bathroom, Mitsuki had learned the art of pretense and lost it in the same amount of time. "Or you know just to hang out, I don't think I'd be that picky if you were the one calling me Ajax..." she mentioned with an intense blush on her face realizing she'd once again said something way more truthful than she'd intended. What was more everything about this man's vibe was strictly superior in a way she couldn't describe. Perhaps there was someone else in her memory she was comparing him to, but she could barely remember a face to go along with such a thought. Why would she care about anything else. He was even willing to wait on her toothbrushing and made it sound like it was no real hassle at all. It was such a welcoming atmosphere how could she do anything but fall into it. "Yeah, the whole list is fine... And good oral hygiene is nothing to complain about." she said while staring. Her eyes had been drawn to where his belt had been and now she was looking at his pants. With a body like his surely he wasn't lacking anything right. She had a great feeling about it even if she hadn't seen it yet. In fact her eyes were so concentrated on his exposed body that she found her mouth opening to answer his question without anything resembling proper consideration. "Anything in it for me.... you," she said immediately. "Wait, I don't know why I said that, but.... I don't want to take it back either. I'll be a good host by giving you those things you've asked for, and you can be a good recipient by sharing some of you. Like uh, taking off your pants, yeah... there is an image here and I can't imagine the proper frame for it," she said quickly. Even though she thought of taking pictures she definitely wasn't about to leave this room without the experience. The pictures could wait, but the pretense remained. Welcome back pretense, all the while Shota could have died in the other room and Mitsuki probably wouldn't have noticed.