Charles Patricius

It seemed Kazuhiko had a lot more points than he realized. He'd been earning them for the entire event, apparently in silence by Kei's admission. That was fine, Kazu thought. So long as he wasn't being uncool or wasting too many good opportunities, he was content. Even better still, was him having points awarded aloud for the successful risk and being a good leaning platform. When these things paid off, they did so in a huge way. "Yosh! Good chairs aren't just for sitting!" he said in an impromptu callback to being viewed as a chair worth sitting on. As it seemed, he'd be able to function as a satisfactory support pillar as well. That wasn't the only surprise coming Kazu's way. As a heart-shaped firework exploded high in the sky, Kazu considered it the perfect moment to take another risk... but he didn't have the idea first. Before he even turned, there were lips pressed to his cheek. One, two, three careful thoughts... What was he to say and do? Perhaps by this point in their interaction, a more natural response was just fine. "Oi, party foul! That was about to be my super special kill move!" he said, playfully swatting at the air in front of Kei.

All the while, a classic game of competitive chance and mind-games was being watched by Hiruko. Miko and Kama both threw paper. They went again, both choosing scissors. At that moment, Hiruko figured he'd have Miko in his lap again today. Lo and behold, that was the outcome. Kama chose paper after assuming the natural progression of one, two, three, would be chosen at the other end. Alas, Miko went back to scissors instead. Hiruko shook his head in silent amusement while Miko slid into place. "Dastardly trick. Candy from a baby, eh Kocchi?~" he flirted. Whenever both girls were in place, he'd finally take to the open road. "Sakucchi, what were the questions?"

Kazuhiko did have a lot more points than he realized, but Kei was the type to only give information as it was needed. As she leaned against him, it seemed he took it well enough. Good chairs weren't just for sitting. That was true, she supposed, but they were also definitely for sitting. "Chair is a pretty good object of choice..." she claimed a light chuckle escaping her. But what of that kiss? She'd managed it, her lips pressing gently against the side of his face, in reaction to the build up of the day so far, it seemed perfect. As the next set of fireworks went off, she turned back towards the light show, only to have Kazuhiko claim that was about to be his super special kill move. She grinned and turned her nose up in the air, "Hmphf, you'll have to be much quicker than that to catch me with a move like that. There is no foul if you just happened to be slow~" she said in a teasing manner. And it was like this, that Kei felt she'd found the proper level of comfort in dealing with Kauzhiko... no more tears and just playful banter and her own natural tsundere tendencies. By the end, the last big firework went up, a giant golden crown which exploded in pieces multiple times over... this was definitely a golden week festival and would be in her memory forever.

At the same time, Miko was realizing she might have absorbed a bit too much of Soma today. That push for victory wasn't one she would have normally taken, but she definitely did it with only a gentle whisper in her ear like the snake of temptation. As she seated herself in Hiruko's lap the male was seemingly amused, claiming that Miko was dastardly and that it was like taking candy from a baby. "I might have absorbed too much cutthroat energy... that was too ambitious of a push... but I'm satisfied by the results. I don't think I'm supposed to be ambitious..." Miko mused about her own nature, still she wiggled her hips against him, pleased to be back in this spot. She definitely felt at ease sitting in Hiruko's lap. As for Kama's initial question, "I basically figured you'd take the logical approach and assume I'd move forward to rock. The game isn't all luck, it's also about what you know about your opponent," Miko explained. "Sou ka, I'm pleased you took something for yourself though. You usually step aside for other people even to your own detriment. You can take some thing for yourself..." Kama said earnestly. Listening to them talk to each other, it could potentially be hard to tell which one was older. "I feel like I should worry everyone reads me so easily," Miko mused. Meanwhile, Kama's questions were brought back up and she had a bit of a list. "Oh. I don't understand the context of concerts in this world. Also, why are drugs necessary? What's wrong with this Mitchel person that he needs what I assume are normally illegal substances? Also does this music thing have something to do with Micchan's job as a composer? This whole situation is new and I don't have enough context to put together an understanding of it."

At long, long last... there was a discovered plateau. After a few hours hanging out in relative exclusivity today, he was starting to feel completely comfortable being himself around the girl. Better still, it seemed she was finding comfort of late as well. With full indignance, Kei rejected his called party foul. Too slow, was he? He'd heard those words before, so, so many times. "Them's fightin' words!" he asserted. "Just know... I'll attack when you least expect it. It's gonna be the coolest, most unexpected thing ever!" he said despite having no idea how such an attack would happen, or what it would be precisely. Ah, but their friendly neighborhood insect was back... with an incredible amount of fatigue. His full sprint through crowded streets had him just locating the pair, but there was nothing he could do immediately but heave while leaning into his own knees.

Meanwhile, Hiruko's use of that Ferrari's gearshift was a bit slower and more deliberate than before. He wouldn't bother making his reason clear, instead choosing to acknowledge what a downright filthy human Iino Miko was toward her friend... with love, of course. "Too much? Nah. A little ambition can take you a long way. You wouldn't want to be stuck in a rut for the rest of your life, would you?" he asked hypothetically. He'd already been the one advising her to shoot the proverbial shot; he would continue to be that person. Once the explanation of Miko's trickery was out of the way, it was time for Kama's questions from earlier. She had... a list. Concerts, drugs, Mitchel's need of the latter, Miko's job as... "... A composer, huh?" Hiruko asked playfully. That was all he had to offer the matter; it was her question to answer. "Are there drugs in the magical world?" he asked for his own clarification.

Now it seemed that the end of their uphill battle had come. Comfort had been found between Kei and Kazuhiko, and in that comfort the development of the joking demeanors of two different people were finally meeting properly. "Hmphf, you aren't in fighting condition!" Kei claimed with her nose turned up, but still there was a grin spreading across her face. The girl couldn't help herself it was rather funny to have this kind of 'fake' disagreement with someone. Beyond that point, Kazuhiko had more to say, "Ah yes, the attack of cool and unexpected potential... as if something like that could get the drop on me!~" Kei was full of bravado in the moment and both of them were having a good time. But just like always there would be an interruption. Sukoto Rindou showed up out of breath the fireworks show already over. Kei didn't even bother to look in the man's direction and stated plainly her distaste for his present appearance, "You really showed up again? You could have just disappeared and taken your dignity with you. You lost..." she stated clearly.

Hiruko's more deliberate driving methods were interesting to see and hear. Both Kama and Miko were retaining the necessary extra information in their own ways. Miko thought herself a bit too ambitious for taking advantage of Kama's lack of knowledge just to occupy Hiruko's lap. He on the other hand, claimed that a bit of ambition was good for her, and that she wouldn't want to get caught in a rut. She found encouragement in his words and in those of Kama as well. "No, I wouldn't... not again. If you both think so... I'll keep it in mind," Miko mentioned softly. She did always internalize what she learned regardless so it was to be considered among those things she'd take it. "I am a composer yes. I would like to go on record and state that my father is a supreme court justice and my answers are always truthful but only as detailed as a situation requires," she said to Hiruko, knowing he'd understand the great amount of care she chose to answer with given his own... specialties. To Kama she had a bit more of an explanation of music, "Music is a form of entertainment. I do compose music. But if it makes more sense to you, I am a bard who is really popular that no one is ever seen before because of the way technology works... I live my regular human school girl life, and I also make and record music, under an assumed name," Miko gave her that explanation and Kama nodded. "Sou ka, the other two are just more outwardly famous for the same thing then? But you are a secret popular musician who chooses to stay out of the public. I get it," Kama mentioned she wondered what kind of music Miko made. "There are drugs... Otou-chan is an Alchemist and he always has some substance available to him, but I don't understand their exact use in this context," Kama mentioned about the nature of drugs. She assumed no one as sick or cursed... "That one is my mentor♪!~" Miko chimed.

"As if! You'll see!" Kazu argued. They were going to have fun together, he believed. Whatever she became to him, or he to her, there was much entertainment to be found in hanging out and conversing with each other these ways. As it stood, Kei argued that he couldn't earn the advantage with his move... but he felt like it was very possible. "Bet on it! If I win, I get to cash in reward points immediately!" he challenged confidently. Just then, Sukoto Rindou made himself known... if only due to how loudly he was breathing. Kei began telling him off immediately. He'd already lost the competition, and he would have been better off not showing his face again. Rindou kept trying to catch his breath. His hand continuously rose as if to emphasize a coming point, only to fall again and grasp at his chest. "I... you... haah... haah..." was all he managed to say. While Rindou was desperately attempting to breathe properly, Kazu lifted himself from the grounded blanket and extended a hand to Kei. "Exercise is pretty important, dude..." he stated plainly.

Miko's career as a composer was the truth. Upon hearing the way she mentioned it though, Hiruko began laughing for quite some time. "Haha! So it is Iino Sosuke after all? I can imagine that childhood. 'Did you brush your teeth?' 'Yes.' 'Is that the truth?' 'Yes. That is the truth, and nothing but the truth,'" he rambled at first. The joke scenario would continue from there after a bit more laughter. "'It's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?' 'Etoo'... Hahahaha!" If Hiruko didn't have Miko sitting in his lap at the time, he'd have been curling up and slapping his own thigh; the laughing fit was that intense. "Oh... oh wow. I've got a tear. Kocchi, I'd pay top dollar for your home videos," he added. Eventually, the laughing fit slowed to calmness. He could finally hear Kama's admission that drugs did exist in the magical world. Good; that would make his explanation easier. "Well I don't know how it works on that end of reality, but most drugs are addictive here. That's what's wrong with Chase, or... Mitchel. From what I know of his music, he's probably terrible with withdrawals," he explained before addressing Miko's addition about Kama's alchemist father. "So one of Sakucchi's five dads has the lore dump on magic chemistry? I feel like a bit of that could go a long way. He taking extra students?"

"See? I doubt it..." Kei said in a teasing manner. She couldn't help but get into the hype of the moment. No matter what she fully understood that a friendship with this lad, physical or otherwise was worth having. She found his happiness infectious and really wanted to continue experiencing it. He claimed a bet that would have him gaining immediate access to points should be on the line. "Eh?! Of course I'll bet, and if I do and you lose obviously my own benevolence will be all you have to work with!~" she claimed with a cheeky smirk. Ah, but they wouldn't get to go much farther with this. Sukuto showed up, and though he apparently couldn't even manage breathing after running over here, Kei would only berate him. It probably seemed bad form the outside perspective, but Sukoto had no right to still be interrupting them. He no longer had a dog in this race and he barely had one to begin with. "Definitely important, but this is the problem with these types, no work-life balance..." Kei chided without hesitation. Still she reached for Kazuhiko's hand and smiled up at him. She'd take it and find her way back to her feet in those super high clogs which helped her feel more normal than the previous ones had.

At the same time, Miko managed to trigger something of a fit from Hiruko. Her statements on her father's occupation and her own choice in how she answered questions were put together easily by someone with the right kind of knowledge. "Hai, that is..." she paused. Why? Well the continued joke made her eyes widen just a bit. Iino Sousuke had indeed interrogated her like that in her youth. The amount of laughter Hiruko had to offer it, was surprisingly high in quantity. "Never will you ever possess such videos of me. I'm glad kid me being interrogated about oral hygiene is hilarious though..." she mentioned while pouting. And in truth she was, her childhood on this planet was actually quite nice and she knew this after having more than one of them. "Oh, and we took my parents through the door. They're honeymooning over there..." she said of Iino Sousuke and his wife. Miko's human parents were taken over to the magical world, that was interesting news to Kama, she'd look into that further later. Beyond that, Miko obviously had some fond memories of her childhood. But the conversation on drugs was one which brought more questions for Kama. The lad known as Chase... was addicted to drugs enough to suffer withdrawals, that was a weird thing to hear. "Are drugs here, high mana content things? Because my understanding of alchemy and souls says the only thing that should cause an addiction is something which is high mana content that your mind, body or soul decides it needs," Kama explained. Miko gave it a bit of thought, "If you actually want him to talk to you... never call it 'magical chemistry'. He's an elf and the tirade he will deliver is a disaster. He's also here so that's a warning," Miko said. "Also you would be much more likely to get that information out of me incidentally... Elves are very particular about apprentices and they will only take one at a time. And we essentially become their magnum opus and they cram us full of all their knowledge to evolve it to the next level." she finished before pausing forward Kama's question. "Yes, they are mana manipulators. They alter moods at a high level which means they are definitely ridiculously high mana for a world that doesn't have it at the same amounts naturally. I was on Adderall for my ADHD when I was a kid and I had to be weened off it. And mixing it with the medicine they gave me for the flu affected me in a way I now recognize as magical..." Miko explained wiggling her hips in Hiruko's lap as a form of retaliation for his earlier laughter.

Kazu was out of verbal responses to Kei's teasing. He said she'd see, so he'd ensure she did. An issued challenge was accepted in such a way as to give no risks. Either he won and gained more, or he lost... and all functions remained as they were originally. He'd be a fool to do anything but launch himself headlong into that. "Deal!" he said. With Rindou's return and failure to properly speak, Kazu was offering Kei a hand up. During the lift, Rindou finally managed words of retaliation. "Gah! Lost? ME?! No... it doesn't count. Haah... there's an unfair advantage. The augmented reality glasses I gave were commented on, but I wasn't here to interfere with this plan! If I were here, it would have gone in my favor!" he rambled. Kazu had seen more than enough. He recognized the kind of person Rindou was ─ what he'd been failing to realize all this time. "Nah..." he said while finishing the lift of Kei, after which he'd tug her arm into a horizontal rolling motion. If he managed to spin her into his other arm, he'd look Rindou straight in the eye. "I'd win." With that said, it was Kazu's absolute intention to lean into Kei and steal a kiss from her lips. It was another gamble, but the desire to get his point and victory across was quite powerful.

There was no hard stop to the laughter Hiruko experienced; it only lowered to a dull roar. He had reason to believe something similar to his imagined story had actually occurred, at least in some way, in Miko's past. Whatever the case, he was slowing to a stop ─ at least on the drive. Before he got out, Hiruko was warned against using the phrase 'magical chemistry' around her mentor. That was weird to hear, but he could compare it to... just another of those career-over-job types. Perhaps there was even more to it. More details were given about how drugs functioned in a magical sense as well, much to Hiruko's surprise. If they were truly some source of mana, which one could assume a person needed more of, there had to be some sort of issue with the interaction. He had a fair amount of learning to do, and that would apparently be better done through Miko than by seeking her mentor. "We're where we need to be... but I have a lot of questions about elves, alchemy and magic later. More importantly, both of you stick close to me when we step inside. Don't speak too suddenly, and don't reveal anything about yourselves unless I give the clear. We good?"

Kazuhiko and Kei were trying to wind up their date, but it seemed the thorn ever present in their sides had reappeared. Sukoto Rindou didn't believe he'd lost. He claimed some form of cheating. Pleaded that if he'd been around to stop Kazuhiko's plan that he'd not have lost. Meanwhile, there was nothing Sukoto Rindou could have done to change the outcome of this date, besides changing himself on a spiritual level. "No! It was a fucking date, not a pitch meeting. I'm not a customer I'm a person, this isn't a business deal, you can't sabotage someone else for taking a different working approach and call them a cheater for it. But you can't fucking understand that..." Kei had reached her boiling point with this man's audacity, but before she could further berate him, Kazuhiko had apparently had enough as well. He claimed, he'd win, with sure confidence while spinning Kei into him she wasn't sure what he was going for, but she still squealed as she moved. "Eeep!~" What she did know was everything about his current presence was cool and then he did it again. Took a big gamble and leaned in and kissed her. She'd been wrong. That move was definitely a killer. Her face reddened her body tensed... and then relaxed. She held on to his clothes and by her own benevolence, kissed him back. For a first kiss, this was definitely one hell of a first kiss. And when it came to a point of a natural break... she looked stunned and surprised. His lips tasted like toasty almonds. That would have ben perfect to go with those dango she'd had earlier. "Hmphf, I guess that counts as cool. I'll allow you to do it again," she said with mock sarcasm once again managing to forget the annoyance that was Sukoto as the world disappeared for that brief moment.

Meanwhile, Miko was certain that Hiruko was tickled pink by the stories of her childhood. The fact that his imagined scenario was a real one from her past, probably just made the situation better. Still the arrived where they needed to be, and the car came to a halt. Hiruko apparently had questions about magic, elves and alchemy, but they had to wait. He had instructions for them, ones which were easily followed by both lasses. Kama nodded her head, "Hai, that's simple enough..." Miko took a deep breath and looked up at him from his lap... "Last time I followed orders like that, I thought I was just going to get some food in a tavern and it ended in a bar fight. We're good, but you're giving me flashbacks, Hiru-nii♪~" Miko claimed but still, she'd follow the instructions. She wasn't likely to reveal much about herself regardless. And with that both girls would be ready to follow him into the abyss of this place. Miko would be keeping her head down but that didn't really matter given her ability to hear everything within a certain radius of herself. And Kama would be simply watching with a lack of emotion in her face.

Rindou's point was completely missed by his own perspective. For whatever reason, that brown-haired brat also believed he would be victorious without this obvious advantage he now had. Oh, Rindou had some words for both of them... but what was this happening before his eyes? A spin, the lightest dip, a kiss ─ things they had no reason doing in public! Rindou was flabbergasted, but it seemed Kei was sinking into the moment. By the time their lips naturally broke apart, the tsundere returned in a slightly different manner. She acknowledged his move, and would... allow him to do it again? Well, Kazu wouldn't be repeating the exact same move. He'd instead shift her back to the other arm for a lift, much like how he'd held the lass earlier. The second encroach of his lips would be happening while Rindou's complaints fell upon deaf ears. "You think this is a time to taunt and ignore me at the same time? You know who I am!? Sukoto Rindou of the IPC! I am the heir of the Sukoto family name and legacy!" he snarled.

Before they entered the building in which Kirihara Kyoka could be met, Hiruko had only the usual, simple warnings for his current companions. Kama took his warning at face value with no issues. Miko, however, decided to address a flashback to the last time she'd heard such warnings: a time that ended in a bar fight. Her mention of a 'tavern' specifically made him assume that was an event in the other world. "Kocchi, this is Osaka after dark. Getting into a barfight would be getting off easy," he specified. When he was finally able to slip out of the car, he did nothing to turn it off, heading straight for the gate. That four-digit code was inserted without any hiccups, and Hiruko led the way inside. All the while, he strangely felt and answered a compulsion to scratch the left side of his neck. He figured Kyoka wouldn't be difficult to find at all. Perhaps she'd even reveal herself before a search became necessary. . .

Sukoto Rindou was trying his best to go against an immovable force. Kei, for her part in this, had no desire to do anything concerning Rindou, Kazuhiko had her complete attention for a few moments while their lips touched. And she'd even gone on to allow him to continue his audacious approach. Just the same the hold on her body had changed and after ending up back in a princess carry, she'd wrapped her arms around his neck settling into the contact without much thought. As such that second encroach of the lips would be met with Kei herself pushing their faces the rest of the way together. It was as if she was excited by the prospect. For many in the area, the young couple were indeed a bit audacious, but Osaka wasn't exactly a prudish place. Even so, a man loudly yelling about his job in a place like this didn't make sense. That second kiss came with a new set of feelings and Kei couldn't help but allow herself to immerse a bit more. Still, Sukoto hadn't stopped yelling about it. "You're Sukoto Rindou of the IPC who lost a bet of his own creation and is snarling at teens in public. It can't look good for you... making your company look bad... what kind of representative are you?" Kei asked aloud. Of course the building crowd seemed to be agreeing with her. A few nods happened as they considered that this man was trying to throw his weight around against a couple of teens for no discernable reasons.

Meanwhile, Hiruko had something pointed to say which spoke of the dangers of this place. Miko could only sigh, how she got herself into these things she didn't know... but she'd do anything for a friend. Meanwhile, they were soon approaching the main gate and Miko had taken up residence on Hiruko's left side slightly behind him but within arms reach. Kama seemed to be doing much the same to the right though her eyes were casually travelling around. Most specifically when Hiruko scratched at that mark on his neck, she watched that string which connected him to his master vibrate into the distance. Where did it go? The private quarters of this building, in which there was a woman standing in her kitchenette drinking milk straight out of the carton. She was wearing nothing but workout clothes and seemed to be just lightly covered in sweat while the sound of a bath was running in the background. At the same time.... someone was lurking. When the front gate opened, curtains had shifted... and then...stilled. Whenever he entered the house, someone would be behind him and the other girls. Peeking around corners and following them where they went for a moment or two a wide grin on her face.

Kazu was not the sole mover the second time. When he approached, so too did Kei. Having such a kissing embrace and carry occur while someone else was ranting and raving just ahead, the attention of many passersby was grabbed. Some were even taking pictures or video... which wouldn't do well for Sukoto Rindou in the near future. Kiss number two didn't go on for the amount of time Kazu expected, but it ended on an interesting note... or rather as a precursor to one. Kei pointed out how he'd been the one to establish a bit that he'd now lost, even bringing his integrity into question for how he was now acting. What would Kazu add to the matter? Well, Kei wasn't the only one who had a vindictive itch to scratch. "I'm Kimura Kazuhiko, by the way. For your end of the bargain, you know?" he said, recalling that part of Rindou's challenge involved the loser openly acknowledging the winner's superiority, or some nonsense like that. Rindou's body was deflated as he stood, shoulders slumped and head hanging. If he'd truly lost, he did have to uphold his end. What a pitiable situation he'd gotten himself into this time. . .

Hiruko's entry to the building was accompanied by some good natural position by Kama and Miko both. With the girls at his sides, he walked carefully down the building's main hall, absorbing information that had been piling up since they passed the gate. Their presence was known, as it always would be. Beyond the small movement of that curtain, there was the sound of running water. Hiruko checked his watch briefly. Ah, it was about that time for Makima, wasn't it? If he had the free time, he'd drop by for a few words, but that seemed unlikely. Onward he went, scratching that intensifying itch on his neck. There was the most insignificant upturn to one corner of Hiruko's lips by the time his hand finally left that spot... at which point he held it against his chest, extending his fore and middle fingers along with his thumb, mimicking the shape of a gun that he would soon be pointing up to the space above his left shoulder. He knew his positioning was best for a retaliatory strike on the right side, so... left was the gamble he'd take. "Bang."

After that most recent kiss, Kei and Kazuhiko both were through with Sukoto Rindou, but since he'd gone through all the trouble of showing up before the pair of them, he'd be allowed to complete the conditions of his own bet. Kei, couldn't help but explain to him the situation he was in, and watched as he seemed to be quite deflated. Vindication had been coming for the entirety of this date and now it was time to pay in full. Kei watched as he slumped and seemed to be defeated. "Go ahead... you had a whole list of activities to do in case of a loss... we're waiting," Kei mentioned. She was also pulling out her phone, in a prime position to record this man's down fall, of only because she could use it as ammunition against her father. She also thought she might enjoy the evidence of how uncool this man was for posterity's sake.

Meanhwile, Hiruko was entering the house which was under quite a bit of security with Kama and Miko. Kama absently watched their surroundings and while Hiruko's scratched his neck she watched closely. A string was connecting that mark upstairs. She found herself in full understanding of Hiruko's relationship with the person upstairs in that moment. Of course, that did nothing about the person approaching from their rear. She knew of that person's approach and so did the other two by virtue of how relaxed they remained. On the same side of Hiruko's body as Miko, a green haired young woman approached. She was barefoot and ready to pounce appearing over his left shoulder, fully prepared to pull a knife on him, only to find him pointing his fingers into her face and saying the word bang. She was sure he shouldn't have known she was there... and something, oddly playful would fall from her mouth. "Oh? No fair... I was sure I had it that time~" she chimed. "Okaeri~" she said. But she was tall enough that she was looming over Miko's form. The brunette for her part in this, looked up and saw large mounds of breasts overhead and sincerely wished to feel the weight of them on her head. 'Earth is crammed with heaven...' she thought her head tilted up so she could see at least but not this woman's face, and instead the massiveness of her breasts.

Indeed, Rindou's end of the bargain involved much more than just taking the loss. He was to profess his opponent's superiority, debase himself, and... bark like a dog. This was supposed to be the other way around! With his victory, Rindou would have found this eventuality hilarious and appropriate. Now, it was just something to be done with. With many eyes and cameras on him, many ears open to whatever he would say... Rindou stood erect and inhaled deeply. When he spoke, he did so loudly and clearly. "I... Sukoto Rindou have been bested. My abilities pale in comparison to those of Kimura Kazuhiko. I am unfit to stand here! I should be heeling like the dog I am! Arf! Arf arf! Arfarfarf!" When it came to barking, it seemed Rindou had fully devolved to a mental canine state. He didn't even stop at barking. "AWOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled for reasons unknown. In the midst of it all, Rindou's head even leaned back to further project.

Kyoka's approach had been expected by Hiruko since the moment they arrived. He was taking a slight gamble with his aim. Either she'd appear to his weaker left side, or she'd read his plan and attack from the right. As with all things, a bit of luck was always needed... though he'd still taken the route that made more sense. That choice allowed him victory over Kyoka, after which she expressed the assumption that she'd be the victor this time. Nonsense, Hiruko thought. "What kind of big bro would I be if I just fell off that easily? You should have gone for option three," he said, shifting only his eyes to look at the tall woman. In doing so, he caught sight of Miko's lifted gaze and cleared his throat with an underlying aggression ─ a reminder perhaps. "Tadaima. You really have to keep that thing on all night? That's extreme. I can't help but wonder what you did last time you were let out to make this happen... though it is a good look on you. So, what's this work you're so busy with tonight? Don't worry about these two. They're following a very strict set of rules," he said as if to drive home his earlier hint a bit further.

It was always interesting, watching others fall to their own ridiculousness. Kei knew that Sukoto Rindou hadn't foreseen the eventuality where he lost this match up in any conceivable way. She knew his type too well, and he was far too busy assuming his victory to avoid the pitfalls of biting off more than he could chew. So now, in front of an entire gathering of eyes and several cameras, Sukoto Rindou of the IPC... confessed that he was unworthy in the face of what was by all appearances a teenager. They didn't even have to prod him into barking which was shocking enough for Kei's eyes to widen while she stifled a giggle. If she held a modicum of respect for this man, it would be because he committed fully once his failure was driven home. And while she didn't respect the time it took for that to be made clear, she could at least say, it was a satisfying ending to everything else. Ah, but he wasn't quite done yet, at the end a howl of some sort took place. How odd. But... Kei would record until the last sound was uttered and then she'd put her phone away, with a deep sense of satisfaction, even while still being princess carried rather happily by Kazuhiko. "Am I the only one oddly satisfied by this ending. Like I was annoyed the whole time, but now it somehow seems like it's fine..." Kei wondered aloud. She'd already had the fun of the festival, the goodness of the fireworks and all the extra fun, it wasn't like she'd be upset by anything else.

Meanwhile, Kyoka's approach to Hiruko was thwarted but that was also pretty normal. Still he claimed he couldn't have been a big bro if he'd fallen off so easily, while claiming she should have gone for option three. "You know, a nice one, that let's the kids win from time to time... Anyway... Option three?" she questioned wondering what kind of absurd thing that only he would do, he considered some kind of option in her approach. An aggressive throat clearing happened as Miko was still looking up into mounds that begged her attention. She saw the look, she heard the warning, but she hadn't done anything... Well, she was chewing the inside of her left cheek pouting earnestly as she considered it some sort of punishment to have something like this dangled literally over her head while not being allowed interact. 'I feel like the number of people telling me no today is too high...' she thought only frown a little. No one had really told her no today, so why did she think that? She was to be good, Hiruko was doing her a favor after all... it'd be rude to do anything but follow his instructions. And so, it was with great sadness that she slowly but surely straightened her neck back up, catching the gentle scent of mochi as she did so and feeling herself salivating because of it. She was hungry... all that alcohol kick-started the rest of her metabolism. As for the lass and the dress she had to wear, she sighed and explained in a bit more detail. "I might have, gone a little overboard tying up some loose ends the last time I was out. You may have heard about a bathhouse that went up in flames due to some electrical issue a few months back? I kind of did that to cover up the fact that I...used that space to interrogate some Yakuza. So... I was reprimanded for doing too much. But they deserved it..." she mused. "And yes, I really have to wear it all night. Or rather I have to wear it, specifically until I finish working. And my workload increased because of an issue I ran into this afternoon. Still... this is mostly paperwork. Or rather it's more like a care package which I'm stuck with because it followed me home..." she said rolling her eyes. Still, she supposed it could be worse, the most annoying thing was trying to figure out who should be given to a man like that. "I saw a whole group of weird teens today at that cardshop, so I'm not worried about them. Besides, if they're with you... it's above my paygrade..." Kyoka said without any more thought. "Speaking of... I met your little thorn today, I'm jealous~" she claimed. All the while Miko stayed mostly still, pouting. And Kama was busy putting together an understanding of the situation at the card shop and this woman's dealings with one of the magical children probably the one connected to Hiruko directly.

Sukoto Rindou, the prideful member of the IPC's Marketing Development Department, was still barking and howling like a madman. A few random onlookers kept recording, but some had given up out of sheer pity for the perceived mental ineptitude. As he kept carrying on almost mindlessly, even Kazu lost interest. In the end, Rindou was down on his hands and knees for the final howl ─ at which point Kei put away her phone and spoke. "It is pretty satisfying... but not significantly to me. That voice in my head's been calling for a different way to stick it to him. Probably because of what I've been up to lately. Am I the only one who thinks he's too into the dog thing?" he wondered while shaking his head. "Anyway, what do you want to do now?"

Hiruko could have been the kind of older brother figure who let the young ones win, but he wouldn't do so in such moments. "I'd rather be the example that keeps you on your toes. Option three," he said, reaching out to hook one finger into Kyoka's top, right between her breasts. It seemed his goal was to guide her colossal rack onto the head of Miko, just to throw the brunette a proverbial bone. "Take the wide angle and use something to steady yourself, like this. You miss the over-the-shoulder bullet, probably incapacitate one of the extras right away by dropping two meteorites on her head, and maybe... you even make an extra move to distract your original target long enough for the kill strike. Make use of going braless with the easy pop-out," he added with a laugh. "... Or just go straight for the back." With that said, Hiruko listened to the green-haired woman's explanation of her recent escapades. He did know about that bathhouse incident, but not in any great detail. There were a few such bathhouses in the area, to his knowledge. Whatever the case, she was forced to wear this white dress until her work was complete this time. "Just busywork, huh? Wanna meet your idols tonight then? Kimacchi can't be mad at you for accompanying me. I'll probably be put through it for showing up here just to take you out, but... we all know how that goes anyway~" he said, winking. As for Kyoka's interesting meeting at a card shop and the more detailed encounter with his 'thorn' as she put it, Hiruko could only laugh. "Isn't she a doll? She reminded me of you. Don't be jealous; you wouldn't work together. Unless you're jealous for another reason? If that's the case, I've got room for more, Kyoppi♥~"

An overly prideful member of the IPC Marketing Development Department... was debasing himself in a public scenario. Not only that, but he'd gone even farther than the situation itself had called for, not that anyone would be stopping him. No, people were too busy recording and whispering about it. Kei had all she needed, she was satisfied by the display but not in a way that could be considered beyond the relief of getting rid of the man in question. Kazuhiko spoke of satisfaction but also claimed that he felt the desire to do something else, he wasn't as invested as Kei which made sense. Sukoto Rindou had only been an annoyance to him for a few hours... Shirogane Kei had been annoyed by him since they'd met... a when she'd entered high school. "He's definitely far too into the dog thing. It's a bit contradictory, to be so prideful while howling at the sky in a way you weren't even asked to..." Kei said. with mild disgust. There was something she hated about Sukoto, but hat this moment, it wasn't worth thinking about. Instead she'd rather have a different sort of fun... Kimura Kazuhiko had managed to win his bet, not that she ever doubted him and now there was the matter of his accumulated cool points. "I suppose in the spirit of this victory you should be rewarded your victory..." she said, sounding like the cute version of obnoxious sibling who was being congratulatory. "Нам нужно найти уединенное место, да?" she asked she had no where in particular in mind, but was definitely ready to move on to a more initmate setting.

Meanwhile, Hiruko was proving something interesting to Kama. She saw his interaction with this green haired woman as a big brother little sister type of relationship. What was more he was giving that woman advice about better methods of attack all while dropping her breasts directly on top of Miko's head. Miko was patient... and her patience was rewarded with weight and tingles and peace. 'I've reached enlightenment... I have inner peace.' she decided. A certain harmony took place and the girl's whole body relaxed in an instant. "Going straight for the back is a bit cliché. I didn't think about taking a hostage though, I'll take this one!~" Kyoka said having felt the relaxation, she further pressed herself onto Miko's head wrapping her arms around the girl. "She's so small!~" squealed Kyoka who in her statuesque figure found small things cute. All the while Miko had no resistance in her soul... but was... ever so gently drooling at the left corner of her mouth. Whatever the case, Kyoka noted how relaxed this girl was in the situation and wondered what kind of person she had to be to not be threatened at all by the moment. "You will definitely get in trouble for not at least saying hi when dropping by... and I will definitely transfer blame to you because I can't actually say no to meeting anyone in that group!" she said seemingly excited. It was such a normal reaction, it seemed she'd recovered well enough. "Definitely a doll, a bit hard to read which is unusual. I'm not jealous for girl reaosns... I mad because I never find one worth keeping... " she said with a sigh. Life was hard when a pet owner couldn't find a proper pet.

There was no more purpose in dealing with Sukoto Rindou any further. Kazuhiko decided as much with relative ease, even while knowing exactly how he'd have rather silenced the man. Ah, but that was a darker sort of thought that had been building in him since the card shop. Perhaps something about Kaguya managed to rub off on him earlier? No matter. Kazu had bigger fish to fry, and it seemed a reward to collect. Kei's suggestion in Russian would have them find seclusion somewhere. With that, Kazu could make several easy assumptions about what would soon happen. He wasn't quite sure where to go, but he took steps to vacate the premises regardless. "Hai hai. Aller à l'isolement~" he agreed. On this island, he figured it would be relatively easy to find something that technically fit the bill, but not so easy to find something romantic. Then again, he didn't know what sort of preferences or mandates Kei had either. He decided to go the safe route and ask once they were on an empty street. "So uhh... I realized I'm not very picky about places earlier. Any kind of spot you prefer going? It's probably around curfew."

The relaxation Miko achieved when having Kyoka's breasts planted atop her head was noted and considered... bittersweet at best. Hiruko thought she was still revealing a bit too much about herself, but maybe that would be fine... if a bit too abusable. Either way, Kyoka decided to take the smaller girl as her hostage while settling further upon her crown, prompting Hiruko to walk around to the pair's fore. Discretely did his gloved hand reach out to swipe drool from Miko's mouth with its pinkie finger. Afterwards however, that same forefinger and thumb were pinching the rim of Kyoka's top. "That might work if you were willing to follow through. Your best bet would still be the distraction though. How many centimeters did you grow out these past few years, Kyoppi?" he wondered while tugging the woman's top, all to facilitate the bouncing of her bosom. "I don't mind a bit of trouble. A bit is coming my way regardless. That aside, you may as well come with us. Now... unless you're hiding a tactical in this tight little dress, let's swing by to grab the tool before we get the party favors. That is, assuming you're not trying to milk this hostage situation for all it's worth. It won't end in your favor~" he teased. Regarding Kyoka's inability to find a proper pet, he did have some understanding of the struggle as an outsider looking in. "I told you it'd be a forever problem. People want to rail you, not be your slave. Your personality's too powerful for you to get anything good and sustainable without a lot of luck. I wouldn't change a thing though. What's your criteria looking like now?"

Sukoto Rindou was being abandoned, for their part in this, both Kazuhiko and Kei were done entertaining him. What was more, Kei had in mind to get into something a bit more deviant, but much like others she had a certain requirement for privacy. Admittedly, she and all her friends seemed to have a bit of a leaning towards 'assumed privacy'. In this case, they could all seem adventurous, but with a slight aspect of control. A chuckle happened when Kazuhiko agreed to her need for it. And then beyond it... it would appear that they were on their way to the next spot. Alone in an alley they seemed to be moving and looking for that special place, Kei did have something to say about it, and she had a good feeling. "I am technically not that picky. I like nature..." she mentioned softly. "Since it's close to curfew the nature trail leading to the Minoo Waterfall should be mostly abandoned... we could go there and have a pretty quiet time behind it?" she offered, pointing to a sign which noted the direction of the falls. Her own life experiences hinted that it was a good idea, and she wasn't as prissy or prudish as some assumed. No, if she was going to go into a new sort of adventure, she'd like to have a bit of fun too. Besides, even though she wasn't as into history as the others, she did enjoy her creepy lore, and there was a tale of a spider who made their home behind a waterfall and she found it resonated with her, why not let her life imitate a bit of art?

Bittersweet was the relaxation of Miko to others, but to her... it was something different. In previous instances it was rather difficult to feel or even attempt to feel relaxed in high stress situations. Whether this was abusable or not was mostly up to the individual at hand. But still, Hiruko was moving, swiping drool from her lip and covering for her a bit... not that she would have noticed that sort of thing herself. Still, he was soon touching Kyoka's clothes pulling at her top and speaking on her current scenario. "I mean, follow through has never been an issue really... " she said. As for the size of her bosom which was dropping on Miko's head, she shrugged still hugging the girl. Miko for her part in this, had gentle waves of mana pummeling her skull in a manner she could have called a massage. "Eh 6 or 7 centimeters I guess? Whatever the equivalent of about a cup size is... nothing changed about my diet or activity though, it's kind of weird, but at least I'm not getting any taller..." she mused. Kama for her part in this, managed to not say anything but definitely knew what happened with the green haired woman's body. She'd also noted that Miko could be calmed by breasts on her head, and thought that information might be useful for later. "I mean... I'll come along, but is this really milking the situation... not often such a cute little thing will not scramble like a frightened animal when captured like this... I don't see this not turning out in my favor," she stated earnestly. "But yeah, come on... let's go," she said giving one remaining squeeze to Miko's form. What was she looking for in a pet? "You said that, but I didn't expect it to take so long... I just want a hot guy, with muscles, who's taller than me, will do what I say, and only talk a bit when asked. Oh, and he definitely shouldn't scare easily, prey drive is difficult to manage if they squirm too much," she said. Her desires were simple she thought. Just the same they headed towards a elevator which would lead to a basement, where she'd pick up her flipflops which she'd discarded to move around more quietly.

Kazuhiko may have been without inspiration at the moment, but he didn't believe two alleyway encounters in one day was the best course of action. New partner, new experience, he thought. It seemed Kei had an appreciation for nature befitting her spider Avatar in the other world. There was a suitable spot not very far from where they were currently. With no eyes on the pair already, Kazu looked at the direction of that sign Kei pointed to before darting off at superhuman speed. "That's an awesome idea! Haven't tried a nature trail or anything like that yet! Not sure about quiet, though. I'm hype!" he exclaimed along the way. Kazuhiko could not be kept from his enjoyment. Whatever Kei had planned for the redeemable 'reward' after their day thus far, he'd fully immerse himself in it. Kazu didn't stop moving on that mad dash until such a time as they were standing on a bridge, right in the middle of Minoo Park. He'd been to Osaka a couple of times in his original life, but he'd never been to this location despite its very scenic view. Right there on a bridge that was normally a sizeable tourist location, there was no one, all thanks to the ongoing festival. As such, Kazu could take a moment to look around comfortably while lowering the white-haired girl. "Sugoi! This place would be awesome during sunlight hours!" he observed.

Though Kyoka never had any issues with follow-through, Hiruko believed she was too ignorant about the 'hostage' she presently had. He had it on good authority that, if she pressed the right button, she'd be the hostage herself. "Mmhmm~" was his only response to that matter. As for the cup size she'd grown since they last met properly, Kyoka reported no change of diet or physical activity to facilitate the change. True enough, it was for the best that she hadn't grown taller. "Maybe it was magic~" he flirted initially. "Do be careful about that height though. You'll probably lose it from the bottom instead of the top. Then who'd I practice my pedicure skills on when I'm here?" he replied as they were led toward the location of Kyoka's gun collection. Along the way, she explained her ideal pet... with no shortage of ridiculous expectations, causing Hiruko to laugh. "You want one of the four total men in Japan who are hot, strong and taller than you. Sorry, three. No... two. I don't think Ojiisan is going to become your pet officially either. Last I spoke with him, he made it sound like he'd rather see the same side of you I'd wanna see. But you know those strong, silent types. He probably never let on, did he?~"

Kazuhiko would find that even when he didn't have a whole lot of ideas, the girls who occupied the Student Council, came with their own interests and abilities to tantalize. As he took off running she giggled, "Heheh~ Of course, you'd appreciate my idea..." she managed with playfulness applied to her visage instead of the full type of shutdown she'd been having. Becoming comfortable around Kazuhiko was goof for their general interactions she thought. Though she wasn't testing him really, she found him more than worthy of her attention so she'd offer it, as freely as she was able. Once the arrived in front of the waterfall she grinned. She was being lowered gently to the ground and would also just stand to see the sight without interrupting it much at all. Upon seeing it Kazuhiko claimed that he thought the place would look great in daylight hours and Kei whole heartedly agreed as she leaned against the railing. "Yeah, we could always come back as a group for a more normal outing since the nature trail is one of those free attractions," she mentioned. Still for the time being, she'd hop onto the railing, standing on the edge, balanced on those strange clogs as she plotted a course towards their eventual good spot. "So then, I'll leave you a choice, behind the water fall... for scenic cave life... or under the bridge to keep the view?~" she asked. Whichever thing was chosen, she'd easily go about making a small accommodation for upon reaching it. Finding that she retained enough 'monster magic' to make a hammock out of spider silk for the pair of them to use. Which if she made under the bridge would function more like a large trampoline, but if it would be inside the cave, it'd be more like a cave wall suspended bed.

Kyoka wouldn't find herself being made into a hostage this day, though it was a possibility she didn't entertain. Mostly because, Miko was being good, because good girls got rewards and she was holding on to this idea for later. "I don't like that smug noise, you always make it when I missed something..." Kyoka said scoffing. Whatever the case was, she could at least appreciate the little doll she was holding onto for a few seconds before they moved on. As for the flirting about magic she shook her head... "Magic gives people bigger boobs, right..." she said rolling her eyes. Hiruko's flirts were quite normal to her by this point and while she'd once seen them as a way to try and kill him, she now saw them as a part of his normal mannerisms. And she didn't actually want to kill him either. "I'm 24, it's not like I'll be growing vertically anymore. I just... take off my shoes at the door and everything is fine. Though I'm sure I'm not the only one you can practice giving a pedicure to, I'll gladly take one later~" she claimed as if amused. "Ojisan? He's an option? Of course I didn't know... he never says anything. Just does his work and nods... And don't make it sound like such an impossible task..." she mused actually. He did fit all of the criteria she wanted, but if he wasn't going to be her pet, it was mostly useless except for stress relief or fun. "Ugh, maybe I'll just have to behave well enough to get sent out somewhere foreign so I can find what I'm looking for elsewhere..." she said while they took the elevator door a single floor. They entered what would be seen as a very sterile hallway and then an armory. The gun Hiruko wanted, was already in a brief case, all serial numbers filed off. A cleaning kit, box of bullets and two different holsters packed into that same thing. The Nighthawk as it was called was quite the tool, and this one in particular was a combination of carbon steel and deeper metal. "Because it's you... I took the liberty of getting some normal stuff to go with it. You want anything else? Or will it do as is?" she asked of Hiruko. For her part in this, Miko thought she knew a couple of people who fit the bill that Kyoka was looking for... not that she was saying anything... instead she was thinking about missing the warm weight on top of her head and the gentle chiming noise the green haired woman made when she walked.

Once he was no longer holding Kei up, Kazu took a few meandering steps around the bridge to appreciate the view more thoroughly. He did like the idea of a return trip with the group, especially as it'd allow him some additional recollection on events soon to come. "That'd be cool. Gotta add it to the list. A fall trip wouldn't be a bad idea either; that's what I've seen in the pictures of this place," he mused. Moving on, Kei offered a choice between the waterfall and the bridge. Frankly, Kazu's tunnel vision wouldn't allow him to appreciate the surrounding area whenever they got around to doing anything; he'd only be able to view Kei herself. Speaking of viewing Kei, he had his wits about him this time and retrieved the phone from his pocket. "I'll be completely honest... the backdrop doesn't matter to me. Why not both? Also, since we're on topic... I've got a thing going on lately. I'm, like, really into getting pictures if that's alright. Whether it is or isn't, that yukata with the new shoes and the up-do look awesome, so... a few for the vibes?" he asked, already preparing an angle that would have Kei in frame ahead of the waterfall.

Funnily enough, Kyoka had known the meaning of Hiruko's mumbles for a very long time. Still, it was not his place to give details to things he didn't know the full extent of either. The apparent limitlessness of magic was something he'd tease freely, though. For example, he'd carry on with the topic of magic allowing bigger boobs. "From what I hear, magic can do whatever you want~" he said. Hiruko would have nothing more to comment on until they were up and through the elevator, comfortably within the armory to view a fresh, well-cared for gun and a series of add-ons he hadn't even asked for. Hiruko whistled his appreciation upon looking into that briefcase. "That's a hefty gift, Kyoppi. Custom model, good finish, spare bullets... You're trying to put me in your debt, aren't you? I'm sold~" he commented. Jokes aside, regardless of how much he was actually joking, Hiruko ended his inspection by closing and lifting the briefcase. "Price?" was his only question. As per usual, he treated anything discussed during earlier lighthearted moments was a separate matter entirely. Now, in seriousness, he'd make an actual deal.

A trip during the autumnal season was apparently on Kazuhiko's see list. Kei imagined this place looked quite nice dripped in the warm hues of fall. It likely also felt pretty nice for the sake of temperature and the like. "I could definitely enjoy a fall trip... I know the others would too," she said knowing that at least one person would claim it as a preferred season. Still, as Kei stood atop that railing, she made Kazuhiko a set of offers and got in return... honesty about his focus in this time period. He didn't much care and thought both ideas were good... she could understand that and offered both knowing she'd like either of them for different reasons. Well, if she was going to take a shot at one, and he was fine with taking a shot at both... why would she argue? Beyond that there was something flattering about this man wanting to take pictures of her, just because. She was modern enough to know the risks of such things, but after being in the card shop with him earlier, she knew innately that she didn't have to worry about his ownership of such images, as his response to someone unworthy having pictures of his wife was so openly hostile. If nothing else, he'd proved himself to be a person of high moral fiber and earnestness. If he said he wanted the pictures just because he was into taking them now, she could believe him. "Hmphf, well, if it's awesome then you should take the pictures!" she asserted as if it was a wonderful idea. "And I guess any others as well, I can trust you with that..." she offered quietly. As such she stood. Posing for pictures while little threads escaped from her fingers and moved about. The trampoline beneath the bridge and the little nest beyond the waterfall would be created. Just the same she posed for several pictures, from noble to cheesy with a large grin on her face to commemorate the occasion. And once the ones for the vibes were taken the girl would extend a hand to the lad with smug satisfaction. "I'll allow you to join me and collect a reward for amassing quite a few cool points today, by giving you some perfect angles for your pictures!" she declared with a smirk. Still... how she intended to fully reward him wasn't mentioned completely obvious when the hopped over the bridge and onto the trampoline, she'd aim to allow his landing first. Her own body would be suspended for a bit right above his... with one of those clogged feet precarciously balanced above him. "Not everyone gets a view like this so you should be grateful!" she claimed almost pridefully.

Meanwhile, Hiruko didn't confirm that Kyoka was right about his murmurings, but he also didn't tell her she was wrong. That usually meant there was some unknown bit of information and that maybe that cute girl was more problematic than her apparent lesbianism and lack of self-preservation. No instead he focused on magic, "Then I want it to find me a proper pet... when that happens I'll believe in it," she claimed. Anyone could get bigger boobs. Hell, you could buy them, magic should be something else entirely. "There's a silencer in there too~ Since we're keeping track~" Kyoka added with a casual roll of her eyes. Was she trying to get him in her debt? No... not really. But, if he was willing to place himself there she wouldn't be arguing. "I wouldn't do that... " she said in a tone which implied that she'd definitely do exactly that. "Well, that's a pretty pricy piece. I guess since I'm parting with it, I'll take the spring collection from Chioriya Boutique..." she said as if there was some equivalency between the price of those items. There wasn't but she knew that wasn't the point. Hiruko was the kind of friend that once you had him, your exchanges became unnecessarily extravagant. It was fine so long as you weren't the kind of person who needed true equivalency in relationships. If that was all fine there was nothing more. As for the change in Hiruko's demeanor, Kama found it interesting and Miko seemed not to react to it at all... she'd seen him do that a couple of times and logged it as part of his 'secret identity'.

If the view was awesome, Kazuhiko was to take the pictures. Looking the part of a young boy on Christmas morning, he gleefully snapped a candid shot without hesitation. That arm of his was going to become legendary one day for the way it moved to capture various angles at rapid speed. He was already six images deep by the time Kei offered other types of pictures. "YOSH! Noted! I won't miss a beat!" he swore. With that, Kazu was on to getting some excellent stills thanks to Kei's posing choices. Some were refined, some were playful, but all were magnificent and coming together for a great story to revisit later. In time, Kazu was offered a hand to join the lass for his proper reward: perfectly angled pictures. He took that hand and found himself stuck to a web beneath the bridge with Kei looming over him, one foot hanging directly over his body. 'Perfect angle' was a good descriptor, for what Kazu had in his sights was the lightest of teases up that extended leg, just barely hinting at an idea of a long journey upwards. That, and the face of Kei looking down, were the primary focal points of his next picture. He truly believed this was a rare sight to see. Was he grateful? Well, with this kind of view... "I'm... definitely something," he admitted.

What Kyoka wanted from magic was the actual acquisition of a pet, at long last. Hiruko didn't know if magic could manage that... but he figured the use of magic on the right target probably would. "I'd wager you'll have to work your own magic for that one. When you find somebody you like, just show them your good side. Or I guess, pick from the lot♥~" he flirted further. By the time Hiruko shut that briefcase, Kyoka decided to ever so casually mention the silencer added to the collection of equipment. She certainly wasn't going to beat any allegations of putting him in her debt ─ nor was he trying to dodge the event itself. "You would. You are. And I like it~" Hiruko mentioned. What of Kyoka's price then? She equated the package to Chioriya Boutique's full Spring collection. Even with the moment being of a more serious variety, Hiruko wasn't having that sort of nonsense. "When are any of you going to learn?" he asked, exasperated sigh and all. "Fine. Spring collection and a full custom ensemble with a night out to make use of it. She should be in the area right about now anyway with the festivals starting. Deal's done; no more debate. Let's get moving~"

Kei was managing her own emotions pretty well in the moment. Though she'd returned to a slightly more haughty disposition, Kazuhiko didn't seem to mind it at all. He'd be allowed his pictures and they were both on their way to a new kind of adventure. Kei was found of the outdoors in a way which was natural to her spidery nature. She also created webs with relative ease, while allowing the lad pictures, then she pulled him with her, and stuck him to the web, looming over him and smiling with just the tiniest hint of menace. She claimed he should be grateful for the perfect angle, and he claimed he was something. She looked down his body as he was stuck to the web and knew something... She turned slightly, balancing easily on one foot while pinpointing his cock through his rather loose fitting pants rather easily. "Oh, I know that too... you've been showing off this thing since you changed," she mentioned resting her foot gently on top of it. Just the same she would seem rather drawn to it. Seeming to find it worth teasing him about even though she was supposed to be rewarding him for his outstanding achievements today. Still, beneath this Yukata she had on a pair of bikini cut lace underwear in a pale blue. She'd not yet adjusted to thongs or the like, but they could be called a different kind of interesting. if they were peeked at from the angle Kazuhiko currently had.

Meanwhile, Kyoka was being told to use her own personal magic to find herself a pet. Of course, this would be about seduction, and Hiruko would be flirting the entire time. It wasn't that Kyoka didn't take him seriously, she was simply much better at compartmentalizing than the super horny types. "Bleh, you're shameless. Besides, if seduction was enough... I'd have a pet already," she said seemingly upset about the lack of pet, but also showing no greater urgency. Whatever the case, getting Hiruko indebted seemed to be some sort of trigger for the man... or at least that was what Kama took from it. She was learning quite a bit during this interaction, so she'd be putting it to use at some other point. From Kyoka's perspective, Hiruko was simply being one of the more normal versions of himself, she scoffed, "Hmphf, well good to know it works on you~" she claimed as if it wasn't information she already had. whatever the case, she'd asked for something less simple than even the last time she'd traded something with him. And what she got in return was... What she wanted, and a great deal more. "You're too much no one is ever going to learn to deal with that... and I wasn't even holding back," Kyoka expressed and in her own opinion she wasn't, but she'd still take everything he offered. But others would learn, in fact, Kama never said no to anything Hiruko offered to begin with, but she put together that it was more normal to decline extravagant gifts. Miko on the other hand, seemed to think she'd never be able to ask the man for something he considered to be too much... and would instead simply remove that filter like she did many others. "Hai hai, I guess I'm being spoiled today too." she said as if she was unbothered by it and any potential fall out. "I packed the van, and one of those special bags. The bag has one of everything in it... and a full pill box as well as some of the stuff I had laying around. It's also insulated. With all the necessary adds. I even threw in a couple of bottles..." she explained as she turned to leave the armory and head down to the garage which would lead out to the main gate when pulled out. She picked up a a pair of shoes on her way out, with heels on them to match.

And while that group headed for an outing... someone else was also on their way out of somewhere. The last episode of In Another World with My Smartphone, was on its ending credits in a hospital room. and Chizuru for her part in this was sitting on the bed stretching and seemingly pleased. "See, it was a good one wasn't it?" she asked given the oddity of the main character and his 'ability'. While she hopped up, and packed aiming to collect her trophies and keep them safe as well as leave the lad in a decent position to be checked in on later. She'd have an easy conversation with him, while slipping back into shoes and the like having enjoyed her time spent cuddled up and watching tv. Little did she expect her day was about to take an odd turn, but such things were far more normal now than they had been before.

It could be left to Kei to point out something Kazuhiko had been missing for the duration of their date. At his mention of being 'something' as it was put, her eyes traveled down. Anyone could have expected as much simply by virtue of her catching his meaning, but there was more to be taken from her follow-up statement. Kazu had apparently been showing off his groin since changing. He looked down, eyes naturally following the path of Kei's foot as it traveled over his bulge. Upon seeing it for himself, he was shocked. "Oh shit, really?! I forgot I didn't have magic pants anymore!" he lamented. Had that been the reason for Chiori and her assistant having such things to say? If so, he should have been reading more into that conversation. It seemed Kazu was receiving a most questionable reward, but the look on his face as his eyes traveled down Kei's leg and his phone traveled up... well, that look said there were no questions on the table. Ah, well... there was one. "Wait, you knew and you didn't mention?!"

Hiruko was well beyond shameless when it came to flirting with familiar, enjoyable faces. What he got from it though, was a unique form of bond that he couldn't claim with some random person. Moreover, there were some precious moments to be found within as well... such as Kyoka's understanding of her own appeal: something once thought lost to years of torment. Now, she fully understood how easily acts of seduction could work for her. Maybe she always did? He wasn't one to know. "You tell 'em~" he encouraged. Apparently, there had been no holding back in her request. What Hiruko wanted from those he offered gifts to was technically that, but also a bit more. She and the others were free to seek the extravagant, and he'd make it so. Nothing else would even classify as a favor when things were acquired so easily by the man. "Foot on the gas next time, yeah? Or on my neck if you like. Really get in there~" he said while making way for the garage. It sounded like everything they needed was preloaded into the van, leaving Hiruko with a fob being tossed casually in one hand. "Quick as always, Kyoppi. I'll take the van. Who's with me, and who's taking the car? It's a smooth drive~" he offered freely to any of the three women present.

All the while, Kurusu Akira was in recovery from something he'd been sorely lacking for ages now. So many of these anime had completely flown under his radar, and now Chizuru had introduced him to two very entertaining series. With a question of its quality floating in the air, he initially had only one thing to say. "If Truck-chan comes back and sends me to another world, I think I want my phone with me. I'll take Slip too. And uh... the Slimes. Definitely the Slimes," he mused. One particular episode stood out to him above all others ─ something Chizuru probably realized in the moment due to the 'tent' Akira pitched for fifteen minutes straight. "It was a good one. I thought it was just a joke that everything's a harem series nowadays. I like where this one is going," he admitted freely. Visitation was wrapping up smoothly this day... but just as Chizuru didn't know about the odd turn in her future, Akira didn't have a clue that he'd get even more visitors before day's end. "You're going?"

Kei was standing over Kazuhiko, prodding his bulge with a foot while balancing on the other. A bit of light torture seemed like a treat compared to how she could have reacted to such a thing. Surely, Kazuhiko would enjoy this more than most other things. As he took his pictures though he seemed surprised to know he'd been showing off his tool since his change in attire. Kei giggled, this man had the weirdest form of tunnel vision she'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing. "Yes really. I mean... Chiori-sama definitely does a great job, using lines and patterns to distract but... if someone knows what they're looking for, they will definitely see it. More so if it's all stiff and throbbing~" she teased as she continued to move it around with her foot. As for what she knew and didn't mention she simply turned her nose up, "Of course I knew, but I'm not gonna shame you if you want to walk around advertising yourself~" she said with utmost confidence. Of course, they'd have to move on at some point and she figured he'd be interested in how far it would go... "Since you're so keen to show it off, might as well pull it out right?" she demanded in a manner which was almost teasing, but she had no intention of helping him out right just now.

At the same time, a different kind of arrangement was coming up, for Hiruko and company. Before that though, a friendly relationship was playing out for observation. He claimed Kyoka should put her foot on the gas with her next request or his neck, he didn't mind either. "I bet you don't. I ask for crazy stuff and you claim it isn't enough, it's like you're looking for an excuse to spoil me~" she commented but she wouldn't be saying no. Meanwhile the fob of Hiruko's car would be tossed around in his hands and an open invitation to take his car was given to any of the three lasses who were present. "Wait?! You got a new one? Gimme, I want to joyride!~ I left the stuff I want signed on top of the bag..." Kyoka claimed immediately, something about a super car was oddly fun in a high stakes lifestyle. Having been spoken to directly, Miko's little voice would finally be heard again. "I worry that you'd let me drive your car, but will also abstain because I don't think I can see over the wheel without being in someone's lap," she mentioned. Kama for her part in this smirked, "I would drive, I think I'd be good at it. But I'm fine just riding along," she commented almost absently, she wanted a better magical look at Kyoka and to witness joyriding first hand. "Can I get my stuff out the front, I want a snack...I'll ride with you... also I have the address we're going to," Miko wandered knowing she also had the address in her phone. Which appeared as part of a strange app, which was connected directly to Dreameater's tour bus.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was cleaning up Akira's hospital room and having a casual conversation about the newest anime she'd had him binge watch with her. "Right? I knew your dirty self would be into the slimes. Full disclosure, I almost just brought a hentai instead of a normal series... might do it next time~" she claimed in a manner which wasn't really joke and which likely made it obvious that she wasn't going to be holding back any punches or the like anymore. As for the matter of harem series and the jokes around the community Chizuru only shrugged, "Every other series is a harem, and the ones that aren't tend to be tragic. Love interest dies and people are on journeys of revenge or rediscovery or whatever... the harems I find to be better overall. You can enjoy the ships and have them be canon too... no one loses~" she said as if that was the only reason to like such things. "Oh, maybe we'll watch one of the Otome style series next... I know a couple which are great, a bit dark but also fully immersed in the harem styling~" she said while wiggling her eyebrows. "Yeah, I gotta head out. I am going to drop by my apartment and pick up that hard drive for you along with some other stuff. I have an unveiling during tomorrow for my character... and there are a couple of things I have to get ready before then~" she offered leaning over to peck his cheek. "Still, I'll send you some updates and come through to check on you~" she offered with the greatest ease.

If Kazu knew about his exposed bulge, he probably would have gone about the day quite differently. Obviously he had no cause for embarrassment, but he also didn't want to look like some flaunting jackass prancing about the festival. That may have been exactly what he looked like to some. Maybe that was part of the cause behind Sukoto Rindou's behavior? No... that sort of person was always like that, he believed. With Kei now moving her foot around that pulsing, growing bulge, he couldn't exactly regret its existence. Hindsight however, was a little different. "I didn't want to advertise myself though! Well... I guess that's not totally true. I mean, that was a date and all, so... I kinda definitely wanted you looking if possible, but that's it!" he insisted. As promiscuous as Kazuhiko's life was becoming lately, he still valued exclusivity in special moments ─ a date being one of such moments. Whatever the case, Kei teased the idea of pulling out that growing erection. Kazu's right hand was still controlling that camera, so he'd have to move his left to accomplish that. "Best idea all day!" he said. Alas, his left arm would not shift, as it was stuck to Kei's web. "Err... at least it would be. Is this a trap? This feels trappy─" he said.

If Hiruko was content to do one thing, it was absolutely seeking opportunities to spoil those who were special to him. Kyoka was not counted among his 'lucky charms' so to speak, but she could easily be called one of few progenitors of the idea itself. "I don't need an excuse, Kyoppi. I'm going to spoil you, and I'm going to do it because you're worth it. What I'm looking for is the opportunity~" he corrected. Regarding the choice of who would drive his new car, Kyoka made herself the first to speak the desire. Miko and Kama both abstained, though the latter still showed an interest as he figured she would earlier. Oh well. First come, first serve. Hiruko stepped toward the excited Kyoka, aiming to slip the fob into her cleavage slowly. "Take the scenic route," he suggested. As for Miko joining him in the van, he'd easily accept for numerous reasons. "Grab it on the way out and hop back in with me then. We've got something to talk about anyway. Just make sure Kyoppi gets the address and be ready for the most law-friendly ride you'll ever be on with me."

Of course Akira was into the perverted Slimes of that anime. If he had an opportunity, he'd absolutely have sex with a slime. In fact, it was so rooted in his mind now that his mind auto-completed Chizuru's initial clause, veering away from her eventual mention of bringing hentai to watch. "I... thought you were going to say you had a bunch of slime to play around with. I don't know if playing hentai in a hospital room is the best idea. Though... everything we did today was probably a bad idea too," he mused after a bit of thought. Akira was developing quite the interest in Chizuru's anime choices. Given the things she had to say about her own sexual preferences and experiments, he was sure he'd agree with her hentai watchlist as well. More exciting though, was the idea of receiving that hard drive she'd mentioned to him earlier. A busy week was ahead for Kurusu Akira ─ one seemingly quite full of Chizuru. "Hai hai. Could you hand me my phone before you go? I wanted to get a jumpstart on that subscription. For... research purposes," he said. Akira totally wasn't going to try the struggle equivalent of masturbation while scrolling through Chizuru's OnlyFans account or anything... Of course he wouldn't do that in a million years! "Definitely for research purposes," he reiterated. Surely he sounded believable... right?

Kei was content to tease Kazuhiko, as she always would be... it was a bit too easy once she was comfortable. Here and now, she'd found his surprise about showing off his manhood to be a rather interesting point for him. He had something interesting to say about it, claiming that it wasn't his intent to show off for everyone. In the date type of situation he'd wanted his date to look, "That's commendable. I did look a bit..." she confirmed even though it was only in passing. She wondered herself if others were seeing it and the only ones she could confirm by context clues were Chiori and the older woman who worked for her. She pointed out that he should pull out what he was working with for the lad to claim it was the best idea of the day. Soon after though he was questioning whether or not this was a trap. "It's definitely a trap, but if you're going to fall into one, mine are great!~" she claimed as if that made sense. She moved gently the foot she'd be using to tease his cock stepping just gently enough to release his left arm more completely so he could do what she'd told him to. The stickiness of her webs were determined by pressure to some extent and as such could be manipulated by her direct with movement or vibration if necessary. But that wasn't something she'd explain figuring a seasoned adventurer would have his own work around.

Meanwhile, Hiruko was explaining the lack of excuse he needed to spoil Kyoka. Instead he was simply looking for an opportunity he claimed. "Opportunity huh? Well, I'm not going to stop you... just know you're the reason I have unrealistic expectations of men," Kyoka mentioned with a casual shrug. No matter what, she'd accept what Hiruko had to offer, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of his oddity. Speaking of oddity, she heard the voices of those two young women for the first time when offers of driving Hiruko's car was up. The smallest one seemed innocent and the other sounded detached and curious. Ah, but that was something to note for later, she'd get the opportunity to study the detached one more personally. The fob was slipped into Kyoka's cleavage way more deliberately than it needed to be and she grinned. "You don't have to tell me twice~" she chimed seemingly pleased. The small one wanted something out of Hiruko's car, and she assumed she wouldn't be far behind. Still, Miko received instructions and prepared herself for a more normal car ride than what she'd been used to with Hiruko. Well, she supposed there was a limit to how much one could push their luck with a vehicle full of contraband. "Hai hai..." she murmured. Upon reaching Hiruko's car she watched as Kyoka used the fob to pop the hood and open the doors. "Address?" she asked seemingly excited. "Arigatou, the address is..." she rattled of the exact street address which was the location of the studio being used... which was by location close to the Diamond Casino and with a long scenic route to it. It was noted as Miko grabbed three things. "Ja ne..." she said and Kama nodded as she slipped into the car and buckled in, waiting to take off with Kyoka. Miko on the other hand doubled back to join Hiruko buckling herself in with her things in the floor in front of her aside from one bag which she was casually rummaging through looking for snacks. At the same time, Kyoka would be sliding into the driver's seat and starting up a vehicle. After buckling in and adjusting the mirrors she'd spin out the driveway and take off in the exact opposite direction she was supposed to go in with Kama sitting right beside her curious about this girl's choice in driving practices.

At the same time, Akira was outing himself as a special sort of pervert. "You thought I had a bunch of slime? I don't... but at least I'll know where such a random request comes from if it pops up~" she said in a manner most teasing. Whether or not it would have been alright for her play hentai in a hospital room wasn't even a consideration of Chizuru's. "Eh, a little danger is fun though right? And not to brag but my hentai collection is pretty sweet~" she claimed as if it was reason enough for her to do what she wanted. Moving on from that point, Chizuru would definitely be making herself a semi-constant in Akira's life. Now that they'd had their introduction to each other, she didn't plan on letting him forget her at all. No... she'd further seed herself in there including but not limited to... making sure he saw as much of her as he wanted. She picked up his phone and handed it to him, while shaking her head... "I don't know who you're trying to convince, but you're not fooling me~" Chizuru pointed out though she couldn't help but find it amusing. "Make sure you start at a good place... if you're going to browse my OnlyFans~" she added. "Have a goodnight, Kurusu-kun♥~" she offered as she finally unlocked the door and slipped out, surprisngly enough at a normal time for visiting hours, bags in hands and new trophies fully collected.

Kei did have a look or two at his groin while they were wandering around on their date. With that being the case, Kazu could be somewhat content with his abject sluttery brandishing the print of a massive meat stick all over Osaka. "Cool. Was it awesome?" he asked for further confirmation. What may not have been awesome, was Kazu's lack of ability to move that left arm. He wondered if it was a trap planned by Kei. By her admission, it was... but she praised her own trap-laying ability. One could easily assume it to be a matter of her pride as a spider, or something of the sort. Maybe it was more than that? Either way, Kazu soon found himself with the ability to move that arm after a bit of shifting from Kei. What sort of workaround would he find? None whatsoever, actually. Kazu used that freedom to reach down and tug his hakama away, but never did he plan on breaking out. If he ever thought to do something like that, it would be no issue... but where would the fun be then? He'd much rather just work to free his cock as demanded, all to figure out what Kei had planned with the trap still active.

"Well whenever your search is over, you're welcome~" Hiruko said about Kyoka's male expectations. He'd always take the blame for something like that. What she called unrealistic expectations, he called the standards she deserved to hold others to. Moving on from that matter, he took the time in which everyone else moved about and prepared to make his own preparations. Kyoka had three total CDs to have signed, and he had a van to adjust to. Hiruko had never been a fan of driving anything shy of a luxury automobile, but this was something he considered a job. He and Miko would be obeying speed limits and general traffic laws on their way out of the garage ─ all while he started the conversation he intended to have with the brunette. "That openness of yours is going to get you in trouble one day, you know? If the magical world is anything like this one, you're going to encounter a lot of issues with shady people. Oh, and I'm guessing you want to keep hiding your identity. Kyoppi will probably take ten minutes longer than us, so you can sign that CD without worrying. I'm sure she'll be too upset about 'missing Museion' to make the connection back to you."

Meanwhile, Akira had his smartphone in hand once more. He didn't even wait for Chizuru's departure to start logging in on the OnlyFans website, at which point he'd be searching for her given ID. "I don't imagine there's a bad place to start, but I'll keep that in mind. Remember to be careful out there. Let me know you've gotten home safe," he warned in the end. Out in the night streets, it seemed an unknown male should have been given similar advice. Closer to Chizuru's home than the hospital, there was a man with a sleeveless white shirt and baggy dark purple pants and boots. He had black and dark turquoise gloves with gold decals and a necklace. Around his left arm, he wore a white and gold sleeve with a red lining. This man had dark medium-length hair with teal undertones, pale skin, golden irises with avian pupils, and red eyeshadow. He also had a purple diamond marking on his forehead and a green tattoo around his right arm, its design completely foreign to this world. He was holding that right arm, which was drenched in what appeared to be blood as he rested in the middle of an alleyway. Would Chizuru encounter this man? Well, the effective route to her home would instead have her encountering a group of four ne'er-do-wells just before reaching that corridor. They were notably yakuza affiliated men, large in stature and watching the girl walk the night streets all alone. "Look here, boys. We got ourselves a cute little lady out here in dangerous territory by herself! Oi! Ojou-san! Shouldn't you have an escort?" one of the men called out.

Kazuhiko's only concern for Kei was if what she saw was awesome. He'd been marketing his meat since he changed clothes and all he wanted to know is if she thought it was awesome. She couldn't help but scoff in the face of such a ridiculous question and would go on to answer it, in the way that only a tsundere could. "If it was anything less, it would have been beneath my notice," she said seemingly triumphant. Of course, her attitude hadn't really changed. As soft as she could be, she would maintain equal bite. Speaking of equal bites, Kei would find the lad not bothering to free himself from her rather obvious trap. There was no extra struggle, he simply went on to remove his breeches with his freedom. She watched that large cock of his spring free and felt the recoil through the strings beneath him. With his meat exposed her foot would tap his rod, slipping out of that clog to apply her foot to it, directly. "Not even going to try and get free?" she questioned rhetorically. That up-skirt view of her would only become more prominent as she felt the length of his cock beneath her small foot. She was having quite a bit of fun already, watching him beneath her like this she felt in her element.

Meanwhile, in response to Hiruko's works, before Kyoka spun out, she flipped him the bird. Such would be the way she responded to most things. Moving on from that Miko settled into her seat and soon had an open box of a specialty flavor Mint Cream Pocky to snack on. "You want some?" she offered a snack to Hiruko as Miko would always freely offer of herself as she placed one in her own mouth. Of course, what Hiruko had to say soon after was not at all surprising. He observed that her openness would get her into trouble, even going so far as to extrapolate that such things would likely cause issues for her even in the magical world. "That is true... it probably already does. But in the magical world, humans in general register as shady and dangerous to me, so I'm usually more vigilant about being as unobtrusive as possible. My senses are still working though so I'll still know when someone is dangerous to me and everything going on around me. I've been working through sexy danger versus real danger for the last few days though, so I'll just add awareness of honesty to the box..." she said giving it a plain bit of thought, before she began chewing. She'd work her way through that stick before moving on. "And yes, I'm not ready for a reveal. Even if I accidentally outed myself yesterday... I still don't know what to say to people who like my music," she explained of herself. "Still I don't mind parting with an autograph, she'll be the third person to receive one," Miko whispered before starting in on the next stick.

With his smartphone in hand, Akira had a few words of general kindness to offer Chizuru. She should text him when she arrived home and be careful her on homeward journey. How sweet. "Hai hai, I'll be sure to text you when I get home. And I have bear mace~" she offered. That canister in hand as she stepped out. Some time later, after a bus ride and a walk, she was only a few blocks from home. Imagine her surprise when a group of Yakuza approached, one of whom was spouting the kinds of words which made him sound like a hentai antagonist. "Oya? You guys here look like the only danger... or are you just patrolling the streets to keep cute girls safe?~" she questioned almost as if she was amused. These gangbang scenes always went a specific kind of way. An offer for an escort, if you turned it down they forced you. If you took it... they wanted a reward for doing the duty they'd assigned themselves. It was always something a bit annoying about these sorts. She'd carry on a playful chat while trying to decide of this was a scene worth living out again. There were only four of them and it was always a veritable coin toss whether the Yakuza were horny or just trying to break someone.

And so came the return of translating tsundere responses into the truth. If the view wasn't awesome, Kei alleged it wouldn't be worth her notice. As ringing endorsements went, he ranked that as the penultimate form... but there was another. The invasive thoughts were at it again. When dealing with hard tsundere types, honesty was a mark of effort and success. How could he impress to such an extent? Well, that was something Kazu intended to figure out. First came the freedom of his member, which prompted Kei to press her bare foot against it. As he throbbed against her sole and snapped another picture of that domineering upshot, Kei questioned the lack of effort to free himself. Was that a real question? It didn't matter! "The fuck would I wanna do that for?" he retaliated, as if it should have been abundantly clear that he was having the time of his life. Even if he had a desire to free himself, Kazu wouldn't have been in a different position at all... by choice even. "I run to the cool stuff! I could get out, but I'm not gonna stop a single thing you're doing!"

After shuffling through one of her bags for a bit, Miko proved she'd been talking about actual snacks earlier. She eventually had a box of pocky, offering to share. Hiruko raised a brow, but he still reached out to grab a stick. "Huh. That's new. You meant that snack thing literally," he mused. Hiruko would then learn a little more about the magical world and how Miko interacted with it specifically. Most interesting was the line she drew between 'sexy' danger and real danger. Beyond that, she claimed some high capacity for sensing trouble. "Nothing's foolproof; take care. Don't forget, it's mandatory that my Lucky Charm be lucky as well. Also, you miscounted. She'll be the fourth person to get an autograph, right?" he asked while sliding that snack stick between his lips. "And as for what you can say to people who like your music, I think 'Take me, I'm yours,' is pretty viable... in some cases~" he added cheekily.

It was fate for Chizuru to encounter a group of gangsters on her journey home this night. This night, after this trip to the hospital, after the first bonding between Ichinose Chizuru and Kurusu Akira, was a turning point in the timeline. The man sitting in that nearby alleyway had a job to do, though it was a job that should never have been done. Chizuru's meeting with the yakuza quartet would go uninterrupted for the time being, but that was fine. According to her, they looked like the only danger nearby. She was quite composed, quite clever... but how clever? "Dangerous? Us? Hahaha! We're not a danger. We're the guys who know how bad it is out here in the streets at night. Buncha good Samaritans like us? We're here to make sure pretty young things like you have a good time, not a bad time. Why don't you take a detour down this alley here? That'll be the difference between a good life and a terrible one, y'see?" that same man chattered. All the while, Akira remained blissfully ignorant to the outside world from his hospital bed. With that phone still in his hand, he'd already secured a subscription to Chizuru's profile. Despite the amount of struggle it was, he was just managing to rub against his own cock with his fingers and thumb, all while watching a video of Chizuru blowing some stranger while acting as his 'spotter' on a workout bench.

Kei was busy, stepping on Kazuhiko's cock, something she would have done irrespective of anything else. She found that he could easily interpret her words, so she felt not need to shift them when speaking. It made her life easier and made her feel better about her 'childish oddities' as some would have called them. Moreover she found him throbbing against her foot, and as such she moved it down the length seemingly searching for some particular point and when she found it about midway up his shaft, she pressed into with her big toe, aiming to cause a pleasurable shockwave in that cock as a 'punishment'. "I don't remember giving this thing permission to struggle against me though..." she said in a most haughty way. Well, Kazuhiko wouldn't be arguing against her and she wanted to watch him squirm. "You're a filthy masochist then..." she said, but there was amusement in her eyes. Well, so long as she was dominating there was no reason to be upset. If anything this kind of interaction served her well. Besides that there was probably a good reason for Kei to behave this way, not the least of which was... a necessity for ease of digestion. She shook her foot from side to side seeming to test the strength of his girth as well as it's flexibility all while smiling in a menacing way.

At the same time, Miko began snacking and noted, the raised brow of Hiruko. She supposed when they'd met, her metaphorical speech about food had been all she'd provided him with, an embarrassed little flush came to her face, but she was still happy to share her snacks. "Yeah, I meant it literally. I usually carry snacks with me everywhere you happened to catch me on an odd day... though in exchange I learned about the majesty of special snacks," she explained of herself. Beyond that point was the issue that nothing was foolproof, Miko could only nod her understanding. "I'll try my best to maintain the standard of luck and make my own, but you're right. Nothing is foolproof and I've been kidnapped too many times to not know that it's often my own fault it happens. Still... I can't change that at all..." she explained with a small smile, knowing there were certain situations she'd always walk into, regardless of the dangers they posed to her own person. As for her miscount, he looked up a single pocky stick hanging from between her lips. "Eeep♪~ You want one too?" she asked seemingly surprised. As for the gentle flirt she could help but smirk that intense redness on her face not going anywhere... "You mean that and you're flirting... sou ka, I'll keep it in mind, Hiru-nii♪~" she chirped.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was always going to be approached by a Yakuza group. It wasn't the first time such a thing happened, nor would it be the last. A bit disappointing was the fact that this group didn't include one of her preferred individuals, oh well... this kind of group was taking an altered approach. Claiming to be good Samaritans. They offered a good time, was the claim..."Oh? Good Samaritans. My mistake~" she claimed, playing innocent and appreciative but there was just a hidden bit of snark to her words, "Surely a detour that takes me away from the goal I am going for could only lead to a good time..." she said as she walked. Of course, she'd be heading for that alley, knowing that some kind of sexual activity was coming but maybe an altered approach would be worth sharing with Akira later? She could only be amused by the thought. Speaking of Akira the start of his dive into Chizuru's OnlyFans would have him barely managing to stroke his cock. But right outside, a shadow was spreading across the window, like a cloud covering the moon and that window would silently side open. Just the same, someone would soon be sitting in the window frame watching the lad struggle with his cock. That little dark tint shifting over the room. Something was a bit amiss, but it wasn't anything too dangerous. There was light purple hair in a double dango like style, with long twin tails hanging from them. A perfectly shaped face and magenta eyes with oval shaped pupils, framed by an oddly spiked shape on the bottom. She was dressed in a purple and wihite mini-dress with dark tights and golden accents. She looked haughty at best, but there was a smug little smile on her lips.

Kei's 'punishment' was a strange sort. What she managed with that poke midway up his shaft was a grunt and sigh from Kazuhiko that could only be taken as pleasant. Well, perhaps that wasn't all she got from it. As if to spite her claim against the feisty nature of his tool, it only throbbed more intensely after that moment. "Haah─I don't think there's any stopping it!" Kazu claimed. Was he a filthy masochist? He didn't really think so, but he also wasn't one to say. "A what? No way!" was his retort. Kazu didn't think he was that sort of deviant. Well... he didn't know, but perhaps he'd be finding out if that twisted grin on Kei's face was any indicator. If nothing else, he'd certainly have a picture of that expression that he intended to keep for eternity. "But that's hot!"

Elsewhere in Osaka, Chizuru was playing along with that group of gangsters while the mysterious man lay in wait just around the alley's corner. 'Fuck! Gotta get it together. It's almost time,' the lone figure thought. Meanwhile, the gangsters were laughing it up despite the snarky nature of Chizuru's rebuttal. "See boys? I told you this one had a good head on her," the man who seemed to be their leader said. "I think I'm gonna be the one to find out how good it really is first!" said another. All four were walking closely behind the lass, sizing her up as they entered the alley. Shortly after rounding the corner, however, that lonely, bleeding male could be seen... apart from eyes that were obscured by his hair. All four men stopped upon seeing that figure who looked as if he'd thrown his arm into a blender. "Oi Boss, is that one of our guys? Where the fuck did he come from?" one man asked. "How should I know?! This spot was clear just a minute ago!" replied the first male.

All the while, Akira's struggle continued. He would have been going through a way better experience if he just had use of one hand, but this was the best he had. Revisiting these videos after healing was going to be such a treat! Ah, but it seemed he would not be able to finish the current experience as... the window opened. How strange. Akira was quite sure his room placed somewhere on the third or fourth floor. Was there maintenance going on outside? No; the window shouldn't have opened in that case. Weirder still, a young woman hopped in looking far too regal to do any sort of labor. Had he fallen asleep? That had to be the case. Either way, he was lucky to have the sheet covering his degenerate behavior at least a little. "Ano... I think you have the wrong room..." was all he managed to say, falling back on his timid persona.

While Kei stepped on Kazuhiko's cock and it throbbed in return, she took this as a different sort of squirming. Each subsequent pulse had her 'punishing' him with concentrated dominance where the pulses emanated from. She couldn't really help the response nor the pressure increase that happened very time it did. It went from gentle prodding to actual stepping as the strength of his cock was tested and found to be worth the additional force exerted. He seemed to question whether or not he was actually a masochist. Maybe he wasn't the type who wanted to be cut or bruised but he was definitely the type to accept punishment, traps and being denied something. "Denial of something, acceptance of punishment, walking into traps that would hold or bind you, not breaking free even though you can... masochist," she explained of the situation as she saw it. "Even if you're only accepting because the girl doing it is hot," she turned her nose up in the air, but that sadistic grin of hers, came with a suddenly blushing face. For the non-violent types, this was a relationship of trust, showing someone all that they were... in exchange for knowing when to stop. She leaned into him, pressing down further seeming to lightly grind into his shaft while staring into his face. "I like you like this... all excited and beneath me. It might be worth a few points~" she mused even as she considered that she was giving him a reward already. Oh well, whenever the pulsing in his cock stopped or he started to dribble a bit she'd likely switch tactics. He didn't seem like the type to beg for mercy, but maybe he'd beg for more instead... that was an interesting idea.

At the same time, a knowing Chizuru was being lead towards an alley. That was always the way with these types. She wondered if they would have stopped any random woman getting off the bus and heading home at this hour. They were even already talking about 'good head' or even 'receiving head' the group at large were going to be the types who forced someone into the position of 'service' for the sake of their own pleasure. Surprisingly enough though, after being lead into the alley, another man was there, one unrecognized by the group as they entered it. According to them he might have been one of theirs, but he'd not been there before. Chizuru noted his bloody arm and her mind shifted. She was one for sexual deviance, but she wouldn't leave someone with a serious injury hanging. "Hey, Nii-san... might be time to pack it up, looks like you got into a fight with Lawnmower-dono~" she said in a lightly joking manner. Still a whisper was to follow. "You look like you've been through it already. These guys will do something worse to you if you stick around... especially since they decided I'm their mark for the day..." she mentioned seeming to have a unique understanding of the situation she'd walked into.

Meanwhile, Akira's newest visitor watched as his demeanor changed. He went from lone male trying to masturbate to... soft spoken boy confused. She wondered how he was rationalizing her getting in through the window. But as she sat, looking way more proper than she should she could only smile. "Oh? Playing the sheep today?" she asked as she held her face with a lace gloved hand. "You think I came in the wrong window? Why would I do that... if I can get into a window, I can definitely choose the right one..." she mused. "What about you? You're in such a pitiful state, perhaps you aren't playing sheep~" she said in a manner most teasing, she'd be flicking a ponytail over her shoulder with her unoccupied hand as a breeze gently swept past her. She didn't care about it, obviously... but she was having fun, also playing a role, so... she'd make sure she did it well. Mysterious and tempting... alluring without trial, and somehow still bossy and impatient... but that part would come a bit later. For now she was just testing the waters.

Kei went on to explain to Kazuhiko what masochists were made of. He could surely understand those things, and he definitely wasn't breaking free now despite having the ability to do so easily. Was that masochism, though? Kazu wondered. The way he saw things, it was more a matter of wanting to see the best of Kei. It definitely wasn't just an allowance because she was hot, true though that was. "It's not just that though─hngh!" An interruption occurred in the midst of his sentence, all because a certain pressure point had him suddenly squirming. "Hah! There's more to it. It's something you want to do, right? I'm down to do anything you want because I want you to have the most awesome time possible. I'm happy just watching you be happy, so hit me with whatever gets you off~" he preached. Beyond that, Kei insinuated the addition of more points in Kazu's favor, if only because she enjoyed having him beneath her. "Eh? There's still points to get?!" he asked excitedly. With all that extra pressure and grinding applied as well, she didn't have to wait long for whatever goal she had. Well, the pulsing wouldn't stop any time soon... but in terms of a dribble, there was already a prominent bead forming at the tip of Kazu's cock.

While the yakuza members were wondering where the mysterious man came from in such a short time, Chizuru took the liberty of approaching him with words of warning. A fight with Lawnmower-dono, was it? "Hmph," he muttered, half a chuckle, half a scoff. "It's nothing. Just some bad karma," he insisted. As for her warning about the gangsters, those golden eyes finally became visible. He looked to Chizuru, then to the group of men. The words he had in that moment were only for her ears. "There's nothing they can do to me. You'll die tonight just because you came into this alley, though. Impotence. All four of them. Have you ever met a yakuza member whose pride is on the line?" he asked semi-hypothetically. In the meantime, the gangsters were speaking again. "Fuck it! No point worrying about some random right now. Oi, Ojou-san, let's get going with a safety inspection! Me and the boys gotta check your tits for quality assurance!" the main gangster said while two of the others laughed along.

After encountering this mysterious purple-haired woman, Akira was immediately asked... if he was playing the sheep today. What an odd, obscure... pointed reference to make. He immediately became wary and had to keep his own face still. She claimed choosing the right window was natural, given her ability to get into the window at all. He supposed that was fair; they were far from ground-level after all. What she said first, however, was still playing in the back of Akira's mind. "You're here for me then? I don't think I know you," he stated. As Akira looked this woman over, he knew for certain... this wasn't a person he could ever forget by any means. She could have gone for a plain hairstyle and the most mute clothing ever, but she'd still be recognizable after years apart ─ even if they only had a single meeting. "And why do you say I'm playing sheep?" he wondered further.

Kei explained masochism while experiencing the reactions from Kazuhiko. He tried to speak and was cut off by the sensations he was feeling but seemed to think it wasn't just a matter of her being hot. It was a compound issue which showed an interesting level of complexity. He was squirming and that was amusing... and then there were his actual word sand those were... oddly heartwarming. "Huh..." she said first and foremost. She looked down into hi face and found his earnestness to be worth a slight shift in the grin on her face. "Sexual flexibility to an extreme... but, that's also pretty nice of you..." she mentioned softly. "I like tormenting you it is fun..." she expressed. Kazuhiko was so honest and far too nice, to just be so willing to go with what his partner wanted in the hopes of seeing them at their best was a strange amount of oddity. She'd then compare his masochism to social drinking as an activity. Like he'd simply accept what was dished out by his partner to see them happy. Even now, he was excited by the idea of extra points, "Of course, there are more points... it's along term system..." she said as if it made sense. Speaking of a bead of semen at the tip of Kazuhiko's cock was calling to her. And she'd had a hint of flavor so the time was quickly approaching for something more substantial. Her leaning would continue until her lips pressed against his, careful was she to apply only just a bit more pressure to his cock, while she did this only to slip her tongue into his mouth while dangling above him. Why? Well, that real kiss was a reward for his goodness and then she'd be moving on to what made him squirm.

Chizuru was rewarded for her joke with something of a chuckle. This dark haired young man at least had a sense of humor, that was good. He even claimed what was going on with his arm was simply bad karma. "Must have been one hell of a good deed," she mused about his bad karma. That arm really didn't look good, but nor did the idea of doing anything but complying with the Yakuza who'd stopped her. "If they're impotent why did they come outside... they could have done anything else... it's stupid..." she murmured. Ah but what was she to do? Bear Mace could take one of them maybe two if they happened to be arranged right. She knew enough Taekwondo, to handle an opponent who wouldn't expect it, but if weapons came out it'd be a problem. She could outrun them, but if they followed her it would be a problem. She looked around the alley regular objects, a dumpster, some crates and discarded items. "Mendokusei, what happened to simple alleyway gangbangs? A girl can't even get a dubious lay without it being a problem. At least I fucked him first. So if I go... I'll go with a bang. Careful careful, Nii-san this might get a bit rough as a watch," she mumbled. But by the time that happened, the leader of this group was talking about a safety inspection, he wanted to see her tits. "Quality assurance, huh? Do I get one of those checks too, Mister Good Samaritan?" she asked almost innocently, while pulling on her slightly oversized shirt, sliding it up over breasts that weren't even covered by a bra. Flashing a group of guys didn't even register as a problem.

Meanwhile, Akira was wary. She'd claimed he was playing sheep, but it wasn't just that... she understood quite a bit and would only hint at it. It was amusing, watching him shift, watching him struggle not to give anything away. So young was Akira in this time line, it was so cute to see. "Really? Are you sure?" she asked him with a smirk on her face. Perhaps he wouldn't know her yet, or maybe she was just pulling at the threads of his personality a bit. Ah, but he couldn't quite keep it to himself, he was still looking for the flaws in his façade, choosing to question her word choice. "I said it because it's true. Obviously the real you... isn't just a fluff ball trying so very hard not to give away what he's thinking~" she stated as if it made sense. In a single moment she moved forward, pushing off that windowsill to find herself standing on his bed, barely having landed between his legs. She towered over him and looked down on him, her eyes maintaining a gentle glow as they caught the smallest hint of light. "Playing sheep will lead to slaughter, if you over-commit," she stated plainly, "Not just you either...." she casually mentioned. "And you can't even really move now... right?"

Kazu didn't need to be told Kei had a good time tormenting him; that much was written all over the alluring face she wore. If enjoying that kind of expression on a woman was a sign of masochism, he'd accept the moniker any day of the week. "That's the spirit! Have the time of your life, however you want to. I'll be right there with you, living it up!" he assured. There were more points coming his way apparently, so Kazu was already elated. If this wasn't the reward Kei spoke of, what was? Time would tell. First though, Kei was leaning in far enough to kiss his lips ─ something she did with an addition of tongue that Kazu met with a massaging motion of his own. Of course, there wasn't much conscious effort behind that; he didn't have much choice but to let his protrude as a moan slipped up his throat due to the extra pressure against his tool. There was a bit of intense pressure despite Kei's careful efforts, but it was quite good. Maybe he was a masochist? Well, eyes that fluttered shut were already rolling back just slightly, and his tongue would have been hanging out of his mouth if not for its ability to enter Kei's instead. Each day, Kimura Kazuhiko learned more about his own deviant nature. . .

No good deeds had been performed by the grounded male in Chizuru's company. He'd done something technically disallowed in this universe, and he was already taking the cost unto himself. That wasn't worth explaining to Chizuru, nor should he bother anyway. Instead, he would only address her current conundrum with a yakuza group. "You think they know they're impotent? No. They're idiots. The last girl they tried wasn't as attractive or exciting as the one before. They blamed her being too ugly to satisfy them. Then here you come, looking like you'll do the trick. Your good looks will be your undoing," he explained. Chizuru had a decision to make when dealing with the group. As she processed that, the stranger would be observing in silence... for a moment. Turned away from him, she decided to gamble her life and flash the gangsters her bare chest. Their leader made the first move toward Chizuru then, taking her left side and groping her left breasts. What seemed to be his right-hand man took the other side and other breast, while the remaining pair stepped forward with knives in hand. "Whew! Look at that! These puppies gotta have some milk in there. Ever been knocked-up, Ojou-san?" the first man asked. "I'll tell ya' what. Since you're being all nice to me and my buddies here, we'll let you get a check too. Get on your knees and show my friend here how good of a head you've really got on your shoulders," he continued. All the while, that bleeding man was watching curiously. 'That's how it starts, huh? Such a stupid way to go...'

All the while, Akira was being forced into a corner by someone he didn't even know. Or... did he know her? This woman not only brought that into question, but also made it seem like she knew him. Her comment about him playing the sheep had a follow-up. She knew too much about him. Maybe she was involved in his case? No, that didn't work. Whatever it was, Akira couldn't figure this woman out. He especially couldn't figure out how she was suddenly standing on his hospital bed, right between his legs before he realized she'd moved. "Who are you?" he asked. He had nothing else. This woman was an enigma that he couldn't figure out; he certainly wasn't going to find out how to remain hidden. All Akira could do was find out what her purpose here was. "I can't move very much. If there's something you want, there's hardly anything I can do. But... you don't seem like you're here to blackmail me or anything."

According to Kazuhiko, Kei could have the time of her life, and he'd be along for the ride. That was an interesting way to take on the idea of masochism, but Kei couldn't argue with it. He was squirming... there was something to appreciate about pure deviance as well as the enthusiasm that Kazuhiko seemed to offer every aspect of his life. Kei couldn't help but smile, even as he seemed to be quite into the gentle pain and pressure offered. In fact, the lad was moaning into her mouth moving his tongue against hers. He tasted quite nice as far as she could tell... like almonds. How interesting. She was thinking earlier that those dango could have used a crunch. "That's good, so warm and tasty~ I think I'll have more Ka-sen~" Kei mentioned. There was complexity to the flavor offered even just by his mouth. How would it be from a more direct stance. Well she'd be finding out soon, backing away from that kiss, saliva connecting their tongues, as she let up on the pressure applied to his cock she'd take her place between his legs instead. She'd let go of her shoes for her current perch atop a thread looking at his now standing dick and that dribble at the top. So pleased did she seem and with the same desire she showed trying new foods a spectacle of excitement played in clear blue eyes. After a bit of abuse, a gentle tongue swipe would caress the head of Kazuhiko's member as she tasted him in a much more direct way. Sparkles shown in her eyes for a moment as the flavors became more clear. "Mmmhmmm♥~ Toasted almonds, but no background bitterness, just a warm and nutty flavor that seems to belie a sweetness like gentle fire-roasting. It's so great !~" she mused. As a second lash of her tongue took place. There were very few things that could contribute to such a flavor.

At the same time, Chizuru was trying a ploy for her own survival. An actual good Samaritan was giving information. This group didn't know they were impotent. They blamed the differences in women for their lack of arousal, and chose Chizuru based on her look. "Now I know I'm pretty but I'm like average girl pretty with an above average body... it's a little dumb to go crazy over something like that," she murmured. Still a smile was plastered to her face and her eyes were taking in necessary information. While two men approached her directly, the other two were holding knives already.... So what? She was flashing her tits to a group of guys and being molested in turn. There wasn't much to that currently, it was fine, but such a distraction did give her the chance to quietly open that Bear Mace. "Ara? I'm not old enough for kids, I probably just eat too much... kinda fat~" she joked playfully. "I don't know giving a blowjob at knife point doesn't feel like the work of good Samaritans. I might be shy~" she mentioned. As she dropped to her knees, she looked up innocently. "Nii-san you mind taking it out for me... I don't have a lot of experience with it... wouldn't want to be the cause of a zipper based malfunction," she pleaded while looking at the group. She was really sweet like that, she even opened her mouth showing her waggling tongue inviting entry all for the sake of lowering guards as far as possible. What they didn't know was... when that man's dick was pulled out, and placed in her mouth if it didn't start getting hard or anyone made any hasty moves, she fully intended to mace it directly before rolling backwards and covering her eyes. Direct tissue irritation to the eyes was one thing, but if accidently catching soft tissues with body spray was a problem she imagined getting Bear Mace on the dick would completely incapacitate a person.

Meanwhile, Akira was in his hospital bed being called out for his sheepish appearance. The purple haired young woman could see his brain working... trying to figure out where he knew her from, how much she knew about his case, or even if she was here for some nefarious purpose. "Who am I... A bored rich girl with too much time on her hands~" she said from her new perch atop his bed. Her movements had been used specifically for the purpose of making him question reality. They were good at playing along, surely he'd do so once he worked through his... wary behavior. "Though I suppose you likely meant a name, you'll call me... Kokusei~" she said looking down at him from between his legs. "I don't need to blackmail you. And it is rather a shame that you're all pinned down at the moment... you're also in a worse position than even you realize presently. You don't have time meander~" she mused only to think about it a bit more. "If you could move right now, what would you do? And be honest, this is a test~" she asked as a sheer point of curiosity.

When Kei pulled away from his mouth, she had commentary to offer about the flavor of his mana. Hers tasted distinctly of kiwi, but Kazuhiko's flavor appreciation came in relative silence... until Kei made clear how she intended to have 'more' of that almond flavor. Back onto her own web, the girl placed herself between his legs. His cock was left alone for only a short while by her foot, soon taken under the type of scrutiny she'd been offering new foods all day. Her excitement was mesmerizing. She looked at him like the next delicious dish and lapped that bead from the tip of his tool just the same. What came afterwards, that incredible noise of appreciation, had 100 percent of Kazuhiko's attention. How could an act of 'service' ever compare to those first few seconds? He was being appraised by a gourmet connoisseur, subjected to gentle tongue laps and... basically given a ringing endorsement. Kazu's eyes were wide, his cock throbbing and leaking like never before, and his mind... was blown. Surely that level of appreciation was some sort of flex on anyone else who'd ever enjoyed a thing! "I... hah... wha... wow..." was about the most he could manage to say. That thing he said to Rindou about a proposal didn't have to remain a joke, right?

Apparently, Chizuru thought her attractiveness was only average-tier apart from the state of her body. The man she'd been speaking to chuckled under his breath. Did she believe that? Maybe she did, but that wasn't a rare occurrence. For now, it was only necessary that she keep up interactions with the gangsters ahead. Chizuru claimed she was too young for kids, tossing in the notion that she was just a bit fat. The first of those men groped her chest more vigorously and laughed. "These tits are fat, I'll tell ya' that! Nothing to worry about, little missy. We'll get your milkers milkin', won't we boys?" he asked of the group. When Chizuru dropped to her knees with a plan in mind, it seemed her rouse was going to work. The leader was working his breeches loose, and so was his closest companion. Members that were only slightly above average weren't totally flaccid, but had no firmness to boast about yet either. Just before the second-in-command's cock reached Chizuru's lips, the stranger had a warning to offer. "None of you can see that can of bear mace?" he asked. Just then, the first aggressor backed away. "Huh?! I thought this bitch had a brain that worked!" yelled the boss as he reached out with every intention of snatching Chizuru by both wrists. If he managed that, he'd be lifting her up and pinning both arms behind her back. "Guy must be one of us after all," one of the gangsters claimed. "Good catch, kid! We'll look out for you when this is done. How 'bout you teach this bitch a lesson first? You up for it?" the boss asked the stranger, who only looked toward Chizuru. "It wasn't a bad plan. It just wouldn't have worked. What do you do next?"

The woman lording over Akira's broken body introduced herself as some rich girl with too much free time. Officially, she called herself Kokusei... though in the strangest way possible. She said that was what he'd call her, as if there was another name to use. Oh well. Given the look on her face, he'd call her 'mommy' just as quickly as anything else. "Sou... ka," Akira muttered. Kokusei knew something about the position he was now in ─ something he didn't know. All implications led him to believe she was on his side, albeit in no way that made sense just yet. Maybe she'd been sent by Futaba? No; he would have received a notification beforehand. Whatever the case, she wanted to know what he'd do with the ability to move. Since she obviously had so much secret knowledge about him already, her demand of speaking the truth was somethig worth heeding. So then, what would he do? The ability to move restored randomly, a woman with a short dress standing over him... Akira could only answer one way in all seriousness. "... I wouldn't move an inch," he said with absolute conviction and an amount of seriousness not previously shown. What sort of madman would abandon this sort of up-skirt viewing opportunity? No man Akira wanted to be.

Kei was, without question a foodie. She enjoyed food in a way many others couldn't claim to, but it was a matter of taste for her. Flavors, textures aromas...all experienced through her palate gave her a different view of the world. This of course, would translate sexually, after tenderizing and preparing a dish, she found herself enjoying it to the fullest. A new flavor profile in Kazuhiko was worth experiencing, worth fawning over and enjoying. And she did exactly that, and got in return a response of wow. Now... this wasn't Kei's first trip in a sexual kind of way, but Kazuhiko had such fresh reactions to her antics it made it that much more rewarding to be herself. "Ora? It's like fondue~ Only one thing could make it better~" she mused happily. And what would she do? Well before trying to take it into her mouth fully, she'd aim to spit on the head of his cock, mixing their mana flavors there and then going on to open her mouth and swallow down on his cock. It was great, another excited moan escaped her as she ate something delicious and her mouth became a warzone. Much like her foot against him power was pulsing in the inside of her mouth was a web of control, sparks of mana interacting with his aiming to smoother and suppress, such was the kind of control she offered, in this situation.

Meanwhile, Chizuru had a pretty good plan. She'd keep her Bear Mace ready to handle a problem should it arise. Ah, but it was not to be, apparently before the cock of one man even made it's way to her mouth, the lad who'd started by sounding like he had advice to give, turned her in for having the Bear Mace. They claimed they'd get her milkers milking but really they wouldn't. And what would that tattling get her, strung up by the arms and captured but still not completely out of ideas. "From Ojou-san to Bitch just because I wanted my own assurance this was going to go well. Not like two grown men aren't holding me at knife point or anything. You guys really aren't good at playing Samaritans~" she explained like a director critiquing actors. "Also, tattling is bad for our rapport. Remember? Me, you, a laugh and Lawnmower-dono. Those were great times~" she said in a joking manner. Of course, saying such outlandish things was simply part of her base personality. She wasn't going to sign herself up for a tragic death... going out with a potential bang had been her main intention. Was he here to help, or here to harm? She couldn't know... all she could know was action heroine wasn't going to cut it. Comedian might do the trick instead. "Well, I guess the next best option is an explosion, funny kind of course, but they probably won't like that. But that doesn't seem like it will have a better chance of working than my original plan. It's a shame really. I would have just attempted to blow the guy and moved on... I was a dubiously willing participant but I'm not here for violence~" she said the smile on her lips spreading. "What's wrong Mr. Head no shoulders? Didn't like the cute open mouth willing look? I hear that one is one of the best~ Still, give me a minute or two and maybe I could work up some tears instead to try and help out~" she teased the man who'd had his dick out and nearing her mouth but somehow it'd not even looked like it was going to get hard at all. "Or is it you Nii-san, going to show them how its done? Is that whole fight with a lawnmower thing just a in to get the cute girl to lower her guard a bit more?~" Chizuru blabbered. Well, no one said she had to go into the next life quietly.

At the same time, the girl who claimed she could be called Kokusei was lording over Akira. Very easily holding herself to the highest standards and having a casual conversation with a boy who couldn't even move his body. Kokusei watched the lad having his thoughts and wondered which way he was going. Did he believe himself to be dreaming? Did she think she was a friendly sent by one of his associates? Well, she supposed both were options to rationalize a girl in her outfit capable of climbing into his window on the third floor. When asked what he'd do if he could move, he claimed he wouldn't. "Not even an inch huh? I have on tights, you can't possibly be seeing much worth while from down there~" she said staring down at him a gentle curve applied to her lips. "Still, that is the right answer..." she claimed cheekily, as a reward she moved again, this time extending a leg over his head. She'd balance on one foot her left and lean over her leg to look down into his face a bit more calmly, knowing that, he could see into the blackness of her tights and maybe those threads were stretching just a little thin, near the center. "Take advantage of every opportunity to be a dirty litte pervert, use it to your advantage..." she advised.