Charles Patricius

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.

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~"

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AH, OOOOOOOOOOONIIIIIIIIIIICHAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN♥~"

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♥~"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!"

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.

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."

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.

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."

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.

"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!"

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.

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. . .

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.

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. . .

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.

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.

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.

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♥~"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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♥~"

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.