Charles Patricius

As if to emphasize exactly how much of a foodie she was, Kei compared her current 'dining experience' to a fondue. Apparently though, there was something that could make it better. What could she have meant? Well, her true meaning was something that would further establish a point of favoritism in the mind of Kazuhiko. She spat on his cock without so much as a second thought. Never did Kazu expect such a thing, but seeing it with his own eyes resulted in an immediate gasp, an accompanying throb that persisted until Kei's lips closed around his glans, and then... yet another rolling of his eyes. "Haghughughu─!" he gurgled, his body jerking and writhing. What the hell kind of move was that? Well, he could answer that. If it was nothing else, it was now a favorite move. Pairing such a development with whatever Kei chose to do with her mouth's mana was one way to force him into numerous immediate decisions for the future.

A couple of those gangsters were slightly confused. For a captive, this girl had a lot of jokes to toss around the entire time ─ even after being pinned by the boss. "Urusai! You knew what this was from the beginning! All you had to do was play along nice, and we could've had a good old time!" the leader claimed. As for the stranger, his bout of snitching had been with great purpose. Of course he couldn't reveal that just yet, but there were other things to be done. What was his purpose? Chizuru wondered shortly after berating the others. In that time, the stranger was dragging himself off the ground and hobbling toward the bound brunette. He said nothing in response to her questions, choosing only to speak for his own agenda. "You were just ready to go out in a blaze of glory. High chance of death if you're complacent, high chance of death if you resist. You choose death and honor? What if you could kill your assailants instead? If you're so ready to die, are you also ready to kill a group of grown men?" he wondered as he stood in front of Chizuru. If one viewed his groin for any reason, they would find... nothing resembling a bulge of respectable size, no form of erection or even a desire in his hips to move. His eyes, however... they held something darker than the idea of sin itself.

Speaking of eyes that held something, Akira's eyes were soon holding a rare sight. According to Kokusei, there was nothing worthwhile for him to see. How could someone who had such a clever and dignified air about her make such an ignorant claim? "That's not true," he insisted. Even with those dark tights, Akira could see more than enough. He could see perfectly the shape of her thighs, and even note her lack of undergarments under the black garment. That, for Akira, was enough to appreciate. Either way, she claimed his answer was the right one. In exchange for his answer, she extended one leg and drastically improved the quality of his view. If this was all some elaborate rouse to distract him from something... she'd definitely be getting her way. Ah, but she had an explanation. Advice was given for Akira to take advantage of perverse opportunities. If that would be the case, he had something different to say after all. "Then I'd change my answer. I'd sweep out your leg," he stated.

Kei was once again being treated to a certain oddity. Kazuhiko seemed to be mostly wordless, but she could assume her skills weren't falling below standards by the continued throbbing and spillage from his cock. Beyond that, it was a meal worth savoring so she would do so even while he struggled and squirmed without cease after her actions. In the end, Kei would slurp on the head of cock her tongue tracing it, tickling with mana while she experienced a mixture of fruit and nuts which she quite enjoyed irrespective of anything else. "Mmm♥~" she happily moaned when her mouth rose, again, a small popping noise occurred as she looked over at Kazuhiko. "Eh? Are you okay up there, Ka-sen? i figured this could count as a treat for both of us... but I seem to have lost you~" she said her tone somewhat teasing. "I won't allow you to pass out on me, you know?~" she mentioned as her tongue trailed down his shaft, touching several points and pulses as it moved. Well, it wasn't as if she was going to do anything but continue to tease him, if he was going to make himself so pliable.

A couple of the men were confused by Chizuru's attitude, but that wouldn't stop her from having it. Yes, she was captured, and yes she might have been about to die, but that didn't mean she planned to cry or plead with a bunch of simpletons. No... there was power in remaining calm and improvising even when you knew the whole performance had gone to hell. "Are you sure... doesn't seem like any of you were ready for that good time. You started armed and dangerous... remember?~" she said in that same teasing voice. Ah, but she was told to shut up, so her lips would be sealed for a few moments there after, aside from a bit of laughter at her own joke. Meanwhile, that broken man pulled himself up off the floor and stood before her. He'd not answered her question but she could still see him clearly. He didn't seem bothered at all... he would have been a cool partner for an improv class. But what was he saying? Killing instead of going out in a blaze of glory? "Huh? Character shift from crazy harlot to murderer of amusement? Hmm, never gave it consideration before. Never killed anyone before either... if I could though... that might be a role worth stepping into, I was planning to get into some more sketchy stuff, thought I had a bit more time. Ah, that's tough, I really want to know what it's like now... Nii-san, don't dangle new roles in front of me! I thought this was my swan song~" she said looking into those sin filled eyes. "Oh, you did on purpose didn't you..." she said a devious little light flickering in her eyes. "Heheh...." she giggled. "Heeee...haaa...hehe..." she continued, how could she not this change in script was spectacular... too good to pass up. "KWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~" that laughter became maniacal. "Yeah, I'd do it."

At the same time, Kokusei was standing over Akira and hearing him claim that there was something to see. She couldn't help but chuckle as she expected that sort of response from him. He was one of a few who had an extreme appreciation and a perverse streak which made her insides tingle. "Oh? Do you plan to give me a dissertation on your picturesque view?" she said somewhat sarcastically but still, she would have at least listened to him. Ah, but that wasn't all, with one foot up over his head, it would seem the lad in question if given the ability to move would sweep her leg instead of remaining still. She looked at him oddly then. A finger extended from her right hand to tap him in the forehead. What would occur next would be something like a small shock, as if her body was full of static electricity. "Do it then," she challenged while staring him down. Whatever he wanted in the moment, she was amused to find out. How would he behave at the start of his journey? She couldn't really call it but she knew of the start of this day and wanted to find out for herself what kind of man 'Kurusu Akira' was in this moment in time. Male sheep had horns after all... she wanted to know what his were like.

The decisions coming together in Kazuhiko's mind would be released in time. Alas, that wouldn't happen in the moment ─ it couldn't. So long as Kei's mouth had his cock in captivity, he would be far too enamored to focus o the future. Right here, right now was where he had to exist in perpetuity. Kei's claim that it was meant to be a treat for both of them... while probably true from her perspective, was a winning exchange from his. "No way," he argued. His one mobile hand had already dropped the phone previously held within. Now, it was rising just to flash a shaky thumbs-up. "Winning. Winning so hard," he declared. "I'm never gonna pass out again. Gotta stay awake. Gotta be there for everything," he rambled. Was he even still speaking to Kei at that point? He may have just been speaking in general. . .

Chizuru didn't seem too opposed to the idea of murder if necessary. In fact, she'd already devolved to such an extent that it registered as an act instead of a life decision. A dream deterred was not truly such, though she initially believed it was. Chizuru even lamented the idea being thrown her way when life was nearing its end. Ah, but her life wasn't ending today. The stranger had already made his choice today; he just wanted to know what Chizuru's would be. In the midst of her maniacal laughter, the gangsters became a little antsy. One of the men holding a knife began inching forward, thinking it best to deal with a potential issue right away. "There's nothing wrong with death. If that's the choice you would make... I support it. Don't be hasty," he warned both Chizuru and the yakuza members. In the next moment, the young man was lunging forward. His body spun counterclockwise, causing his bleeding right arm to flail outward, flinging blood toward Chizuru, the man holding her hostage, and the nearest assailant. With the two men blinded temporarily, he had the freedom to kick the knife from the third man's hand... directly into the face of his final comrade. Swiftly did he move to snatch that man's knife in the middle of his fall. One more step would have that knife puncturing the first disarmed male's kidney from behind, the second-in-command's neck while he tried clearing his vision... all to end between Chizuru's head and the boss's nape. The stranger seemed out of breath by the end, but he appeared to be in crippling pain since he was first seen. A fourth stabbing wouldn't leave him in a worse condition at all. "The neck or the dick? One of them is already broken," he warned. The last standing gangster had little choice but to release Chizuru in that moment, but then... the stranger collapsed to one knee. "Hngh! Not yet..." he muttered. Sadly, it seemed the boss was willing to leave his comrades behind in favor of escaping down the alleyway.

Akira wasn't making any progress on figuring out this woman's motivations. He was, however, given reprieve from the idea of any malicious intent from her. She even outwardly expressed a curiosity about his... observations and whether he planned on sharing the details. "Not really," he replied. Moments later, Akira had something else to deal with. He'd changed his answer to the previous hypothetical, and with that came the forward movement of Kokusei for the purpose of touching his forehead. The jolt that immediately traveled through Akira's body was something like a normal shock, albeit throughout the entirety of his body. It was strange, but stranger still was her demand. How was he supposed to do what he'd said? He couldn't even move an arm... except, he felt as if he could. Could he? Yes! Everything within Akira said to question why his body felt fine so suddenly, but he wouldn't waste an opportunity. Instead, he'd sweep outward with one arm in an attempt to take out the leg farthest from his core. Even if that feeling was a mistake, surely the risk would be worth the potential reward of her falling into a split atop him.

Kazuhiko had dropped his phone at some point. It was caught up in the webbing created by Kei, but the lad himself seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment or two. Still, by the time Kei had something to say to him... he claimed he was winning and even had thumbs up to offer the girl. She supposed then, she wasn't doing anything bad and could definitely count this as a worthy treat for the man in question. At the very lease, Kei could say he was worth the effort of doing this for which was about all she needed to continue her own actions. "Of course you're winning..." she said in a more typical tsundere fashion. "Still, you have permission to sing my praises... if you can manage~" she uttered in a rather challenging way. Well, she was still a sadist, if he was going to be incoherent and broken she might as well push it to the limit. This wasn't just about pain or anything after all, it was about the scramble and the squirming. And with her words spoken she went back to the job at hand, mouth once again wrapping around Kazuhiko's cock as if she intended to wring him of his bodily fluids. He was worth eating and thus in Kei's own mind worth enjoying, those pulses would continue as well, as the magical nature of her form and sensory organ of choice was used to full effect against the young man.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was changing her act, or rather... accepting one as a life decision. Murder wasn't something she would have thought of doing on her own, but it was definitely something she could have done if she'd been capable. Instead, of that though, what she got to witness after a moment of laughter which obviously unnerved several of the men present was... a fight scene the likes of which movie directors wished they could choreograph. Chizuru's eyes sparkled as she took in the view of it. Her eyes closing as a splash of blood came her way, her eyes opened back up to see blinded men stabbed individuals and eventually that dark haired young man holding the leader at knife point and delivering a pointed threat. Chizuru was dropped as the leader ran off, apparently she was no longer worth all the trouble of keeping hostage. "Sugoi, sugoi!~ Great action sequence... perfect movements and even someone running off and leaving his men behind. Peak cinema.... landings a bit rough though," she murmured as she walked over, pulling her shirt back in place in the meantime. "I'm willing to forgive the tattling. Though I don't think you'll make the bus, help for help seems fair enough," she mentioned as she extended a hand to the lad, willing to help him stay up, while picking up her bags and adding a few kicks to the men peppered all over the area, mostly to check their lives but also because they'd led her on, it was kind of a disappointment really.

At the same time, the soft spoken Akira was not going to be giving Kokusei a full explanation of his observations. That was a bit sad, she would hav enjoyed hearing what he thought of this form his first time seeing it. "Shame..." she said almost teasingly. Ah but what of his changed mind. It seemed that he was starting to believe, or at the very least, choosing to go with the flow with more than a little bit of ease. What would happen, her leg would be swipped and she saw it coming but the force of it would make her body collapse atop him, her legs split open across him as she softly bounced. 'Oh, I like this kind of thing...' she thought as she allowed a ripping sound to echo those thights ripping open around her nude loins. "You really went for it huh? That might hurt a bit more later~" she claimed for him. "Good thing I'm flexible or this would have stung a bit~" Kokusei mused, but he was finally on the move, so now what? Did his perverted mind just want that split or was he moving on to something else? She supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.

Kei had long since been acknowledged as a tsundere. In the past few minutes, it became clear that she was something more: she was a sadist. Beyond her earlier behavior that involved stepping on him, she was now giving 'permission' to sing her praises. That was one of the more familiar tsundere traits to see. Despite calling it a matter of permission, it was more likely a matter of desiring affirmation. Kazuhiko never thought he was good at such things; he could only speak his mind. He could hardly even manage that as Kei's mouth seemed to be dragging his soul out through the end of his cock. "Gah! I don't know how to do that! Never seen something that wild before!" he admitted to his own loss for words. After two goddesses, a Saint, the other student council members and whatever the hell Ashikaga Kimiko of the future was, Kazu was still drowning in ecstasy from this new show of technique from the white-haired lass. "Can I use an I.O.U.?" he wondered, hips undulating as if to seek some form of reprieve.

Following a quick dispatch of the rowdy gangsters, the stranger found himself incapable of continuing. He could have ended the leader before that escape, but... his earlier mention of karma was true, and it was quickly catching up. Thoroughly did the male suffer while Chizuru commented on his execution. Being so used to spiritual suffering as he was, though, it wasn't too much of an issue long-term. "The landing is usually the best part," he groaned. Now, his greater purpose was about to be realized. Chizuru offered him a hand and some help with his situation, doubting he could manage the bus. His left hand took the offer from the bloody-faced lass, and he managed to drag himself up again. "I just need a bandage... and to do a good deed. Karma needs balancing," he said somewhat cryptically.

In the meantime, Akira was taking a gamble. He still hadn't figured out a single thing about Kokusei, but obviously she wasn't to be trifled with. If her demand was for him to act on mentioned desires, he'd do it. Where were the negatives? That first action showed nothing but positives, as a simple sweep of Kokusei's leg did have her descending into a split atop his torso. Interestingly enough, Akira noted no pain from ribs that should have been cracked and bruised. Ah, but apparently that would hurt later. Oh well. "Later's problem," he said simply. Far more important than Akira's future pain was something he heard: the tearing of Kokusei's tights. He could see nothing beneath her dress from this angle, but... what was really stopping him? As things were now, surely he could... pinch that dress by the tail and lift it. Carefully did he go about that attempt, still a bit wary of this woman. She hadn't brought any attention to his bulging erection, but there was no way she hadn't noticed the sheet tent that now protruded behind her ─ it was there during her entrance after all. "You haven't said what you're here for. Is this your whole plan? Seeing if I'll actually go through with something like this?"

Kei was a tsundere, she had a bit of a problem with emotional maturity. Even so, it seemed that she could ask for things... in the round about way which some would have called cute. She gave permission for her praises to be sung, and what she received was a claim that Kazuhiko didn't know how to do it. The man claims hit her ears a bit like a compliment. His brain wasn't working well enough for him to have words to describe how awesome she was, "Hmph, I can offer reprieve until you find the right words..." Kei mentioned, though the blush on her face implied she was quite pleased just the same. Ah, but those moving hips of his were something different. Now that she was working on his cock in earnest, she took that as more squirming so it only became more interesting to provoke the movements. But still she wouldn't allow him to move away. Those undulations were following by the girl's mouth as if she'd cornered tired prey. She'd be unrelenting for the following moments, assaulting his cock with her tongue, mouth and throat alike. All the while she was happily moaning about the entire thing, it really was quite tasty.

At the same time, Chizuru was finding out that the landing was usually what stuck with this man. "Ah, so I just caught you on an off day. Damn that Lawnmower-dono... keeping us just shy of greatness!~" she exclaimed in her nonsensical way. It was interesting, seeing an entire group of men dispatched with haste, and she even offered her 'savior' a hand up. Still looked a bit worse for wear, but he claimed he'd recover with just some bandages. It would be now that Chizuru had to make another decision. Well... her mind said this outcome was potentially better than any others. What was the problem if a single Yakuza type knew where she lived, she wouldn't be here for a few days after this anyways. That was fine, she supposed... she could help him out this day, and so she'd move towards her apartment with him in tow her own bags in her other hand. "Come along then, Nii-san. I have a first aid kit at my place. I doubt I can be helpful with a good deed but I can at least get you fixed up, since you got me out of a tight spot and all..." she offered. A bit of slow walking later and she was leading this lad up a set of steps and in front of her apartment door. She slipped her keys out of her pocket and aimed to unlock the door. "Sorry my place is a bit of a mess... but make yourself at home," she claimed. Her place, was a bit of a mess. It had a studio layout. A desk pushed up against one wall, a small couch in front of and splitting off of a small kitchen. A short table and off to the side a short hallway leading to a bathroom. On the other side a bedroom with a tripod set up in front of the bed. There were random clothing articles strewn about, a glass on the table half empty and... a pack of cigarettes on the balcony window. It wasn't unclean just obviously messy, like she'd not straightened up all week.

At the same time, Akira was finding out the fruits of his gamble. Ah, what was more he didn't have a pain based reaction much to Kokusei's satisfaction. She'd borrowed that trick from a series she'd followed once and knew it wouldn't last too long but she also couldn't bring herself to have fun with someone who couldn't move a bit. She wasn't willing to lower herself to the job of real nurse maid. "Good attitude," she claimed. "More action, less waiting... You'll miss what's important being so wary," she expressed She knew how she'd falling, so close to that erection of his, which she'd known about for the duration of her trip. It was such a pronounced thing. A beacon in the sea of his sheets, leading the way towards nirvana. Akira thought he still hadn't figured out why Kokusei was here... was her entire plan simply seeing how far he would go? Well, yes... but also no, there was a certain balance to be achieved and a seed to plant. In addition, he needed to learn to use sex at the weapon and tool it was... to avoid the pitfall coming his way. "I haven't said what I'm here for... but does it matter?" she wondered. "Seeing what you'll go through with is part of it, seeing how you are is also part of it..." she expressed. "You're a bit slower on this end of the development you'll leave a hole in your absence and those are dangerous," she said in a straightforward manner.

Despite Kei's claim that she would offer some reprieve for now, the look on her face told Kazu she'd already found some form of praise in his words. He wasn't conscious of how that came about, but a win was a win. It was a stroke of luck that she let him off the hook either way, as speech was something he found quite difficult. Kazu's hips were moving in such a way as to seek relief from stimulation, if only for a moment. Alas, Kei was obviously having none of that. She moved with him. Her relentless approach only worked in the assault's favor. In time, the only thing moving with more vigor than Kazu's hips, was the twitching of his cock within Kei's mouth and throat. "Gngh─! Not gonna make it!" he warned as that squirming even reached his spine. "Huah!" he exclaimed thereafter. His one free arm moved swiftly, reflexively even, toward Kei's head. It seemed his goal was to push against it, but all he managed was grabbing her by the crown by the time an explosion of almond mana burst forth from his member.

The tattooed man would be taken to Chizuru's abode after a bit of deliberation on her part. She deemed it safe enough, and even offered use of a medical kit. Little did she know, she was the source of a good deed he could use to reset a bit of karmic debt. Well... someone from this world had no reason to understand how such things actually worked, but that only made the near future more... fun. "Xiao," was all he said while being escorted down the street. By the time they reached the top of that staircase, Chizuru had the door opening, but one more warning to give about the state of her apartment. Did she think the man with a profusely bleeding arm would care about a mess? He'd probably make it worse by bleeding all over the place. "You should go first. Get that blood off your face," he advised. Xiao would use the next few moments to have a look around this apartment. This wasn't the home he knew Chizuru to have, but it did have some strong similarities. Traveling through time and various dimensions had its strange moments. . .

Akira found the purple-haired woman to be quite the impatient type. She warned him against being so wary while giving him reason to be wary. What an odd individual. She even continued to avoid mentioning her purpose here, going on to give another warning he didn't quite understand. "You know nothing you're saying is making any sense. Are you cryptic just for the sake of it?" he wondered as that skirt continued to rise. Indeed, there were no undergarments beneath those tights, just as he'd determined earlier. Now though... the tights themselves seemed to be perfectly ripped to reveal Kokusei's full undercarriage. Akira felt drawn-in, in a manner of speaking. This complete stranger was far too comfortable being in his presence, especially given all that was going on presently. He also had to question the sudden ability to move painlessly... but there were surely more important things. "So you're just going to let me..." There was no true end to that clause. Akira's hands were already moving toward the woman's hips, carefully grasping through casts with an overarching goal of sliding her back just slightly. All the while, his hips were rising. Uninterrupted, the end result would have that sheet tent wedged between Kokusei's buttocks.

Kei offered Kazuhiko relief, but it wasn't real relief. No, she was on a relentless pursuit... to help him achieve orgasm and gain for herself more of that delicious favor. If asked she would have called this part of devouring a good meal. Each movement of Kazuhiko's cock was met by thrashes of her tongue, her throat and the intricate mana of he rmouth. She tasted him as if he were a full course meal and enjoyed every second of it. Ah, but her antics would be getting the better of him at some point. He'd been let off the hook for giving more praise, if only because she found his lack of chattering encouragement in a different way. Still, his words would be coming again... this time in the form of an admission. He wasn't going to be able to hold out? Oh, she supposed that meant she was about to be fed in a more full way than her fondue spout. She prepared, pulled back a bit and found a hand atop her head as he released. It was so much more than she expected. She swallowed, she swallowed... she swallowed again. A mouth full of sweet, toasty almond flavored mana spilled in a quantity she'd not expected. Her stomach filled in a way that was unusual, but she didn't stop until the burst did. Then she backed away, softly... "Wwwwoh♥~ That's so much, it was so good~" she chimed. As she rested on her legs holding her face and happily experiencing the fullness of her own belly. There was far too much mana involved in an exchange like that, and though not a glutton by her own nature, good quality food did make her feel much fuller than the norm.

At the same time, Chizuru made a decision to help the man still bleeding in her own apartment. Well, it was the least she could do... she'd slip in, dropping her bags and keys by the door after getting the man's name. "Xiao? Sou ka, nice to meet ya, Ichinose Chizuru~" she gave her name as it would be on her door anyway. Whatever the case, she was told to have a go and clean the blood off her face, she nodded. "Hai hai, I'll be back with the bandages..." she said walking through her apartment. She'd be kicking clothes around making a walkway through the storm that had been her dressing and trying on outfits earlier in the day. She stopped in her bathroom, standing at the sink and using a wet cloth to clean the blood from her face and neck. She had some slight bruising around her wrists but nothing too serious. She also opened the cabinet in her bathroom, finding a first aid kit and a couple of rolls of bandages she'd bought for a mummy based Halloween special the year before. Well, at least that meant she had more than enough to offer that she'd not already used on her own form for sexy cosplay purposes. She'd emerge a few minutes later with a clean face and the necessary items to help Xiao clean himself up. "Lucky you, I did a mummy cosplay last year. Here ya' go~" she offered the man the bandages and sat on the table in front of her couch, fully willing to help bandage him up. "It's cool I played nurse earlier... I still got a little juice left for it~" she claimed in a teasing manner.

Meanwhile, Akira was finding out about the cryptic nature of Kokusei... nothing she was saying was clear, but that was also on purpose. Now wasn't the time for absolute clarity, now was the time for gentle nudges. "Do I look like the kind of girl who'd do anything just for the sake of it?" Kokusei asked directly while staring at the lad. Though she knew she was doing it just because it was necessary that didn't mean she was always like this. She had to plant seeds of understanding and allow them to flourish situationally. She was only here to save this lad from being sacrificed... the fact that she could also have a bit of fun, experiencing his earliest self was... fun. Speaking of fun for Kokusei, she felt the lad moving her body, she allowed it, she was shifting backward, finding his cock between her buttcheeks and him staring down the abyss of her body just the same. "Oh, no complete verbal thoughts when acting... ehehe~" she giggled. That was cute in this case, it seemed to be stuck between his softest self and the absolute deviant she'd expected. Perhaps it was a stage too early to expect that... well, she could try something else. She leaned back stretching a bit her arms extended over her head, drawing her chest, out a bit spilling into the area near her exposed arm pits as if she found herself to be just a bit stiff. All the tests were being performed to decide the extent of a handicap she planned to give, a seed needed specifics after all.

Kazu really thought he'd seen it all from Kei. He thought that, but then came his ejaculation... which she proceeded to gulp and gulp, even though it seemed she'd yet to adjust to such quantity. Once she'd sufficiently indulged herself on his energy, she retreated and showed the most satisfied expression he'd ever seen on a person's face. Kazu absolutely had to snatch his phone again, ripping it from the web. He managed two, maybe three solid pictures as the visual added to his arousal. "That is the cutest thing I've ever seen," he blabbered unintentionally. Perhaps cute wasn't the word most would have used. Perhaps the little dribble of spunk at the corner of Kei's mouth should have negated any 'cuteness' aspects. Nevertheless, that was how he saw things.

Ichinose Chizuru. The young woman introduced herself to Xiao, and he immediately seemed slightly confused. "Ichinose?" he mumbled. As she moved toward the bathroom, he kept eyeing things around the apartment. Chizuru shouldn't have been in this reality with that name, right? He didn't think so. The one he knew in most realities was... Mizuhara Chizuru. Where did Ichinose come from? Well, Xiao didn't have too much time for contemplation. Chizuru eventually returned from the bathroom with some spare bandages in tow, while mentioning her cosplay hobby. "A mummy cosplay? You didn't use it for sex work? That tripod over there couldn't be for a lot of things. Does your boyfriend know already?" he asked. Xiao took the bandages nonetheless, and moved toward the couch to sit beside Chizuru. Her offer was one he'd easily take, if only because it may be a useful positioning in the near future.

Meanwhile, Akira was at the receiving end of another question. Did Kokusei look like the type who would do something for the sake of it? He could say no... but he could also say... "Sort of." That was his decision in the end. Something was off about this woman. Nothing he saw in her directly led to that assumption, but he felt there was something just under the surface ─ something not too unlike Chizuru. With Kokusei's body in position for an effective dry-humping, he made no immediate movements to begin such an act. Mobile or not, he was still heavily limited by casts and bandages. There wasn't much the young man could do. Well, there was something he saw the possibility of. With Kokusei changing her posture and stretching, drawing his attention directly toward that hint of breast and exposed armpit. Akira made a decision in the moment. He lifted himself up, his face inching closer and closer to Kokusei's torso. What would he do once he was within striking distance? Well, he'd proceed to lick the exposed side of her right breast, and he wouldn't stop there. No, Akira would aim to drag his tongue from that first point of contact into the woman's armpit.

Kei happily indulged for the first time in Kazuhiko's mana. Eating as one wouldn't expect anyone. Still, Kazuhiko got to witness the girl at her finest, even calling her cute. In so doing a few of those snapped pictures would also have a blush applied. "Hmph, I guess I should count that as praise," she uttered. Well, she wasn't displeased, how could she be, given how much mana she'd just ingested and how good it tasted. She'd completed the activity she'd mainly decided upon and having taken his power into herself she simply had to digest. As all good moments post meal she'd be making sure she had nothing on her face, the impeccable manners of the upper society not escaping her. Soon enough she was looking back at Kazuhiko's dripping cock and smirking. "Not done yet? As expected... you should consider yourself properly rewarded for the day. Still, if there's something else... I could humor you," she mused. He'd gotten both pictures and what seemed to be quite the impressive blowjob though she'd considered that more for herself given its start. Even so, there was a transition to make and she needed to know what he wanted to do next, thus she left it up to him, having taken the first bit for herself.

Meanwhile, Chizuru got something considered questioning about her surname after her introduction. "Yeah, it's not too common but it is a pretty good one~" she said about her surname. Still, there was more words to come from him. It seemed Xiao was mildly familiar with her work. Whether directly or indirectly. He asked after sex work as the reason for the extra bandages and wondered if her boyfriend knew about that aspect of her life. "I mean, I did post the lewds and stuff on OnlyFans... which is sex work by definition. That camera is definitely for some pov stuff, but it doesn't always involve other bodies. Spare good dick is hard to come by~" she said with a casual shrug. Once he was seated in front of her, she got an antiseptic wipe and looked at his arm, "This won't hurt a bit~" she claimed only to touch his arm, with the wipe aiming to clear the blood from it. "Or, it'll burn like Satan~" she said in a lightly joking manner. She thought over his other words while she cleaned him up. "My boyfriend and after today I hope he thinks of it that way... definitely knows about what I'm up to... he's probably spending his life savings on my OnlyFans for things I am definitely going to give him tomorrow," she said happily. Still she began to wrap the other lad's arm once it was cleaned, planting his palm between her thighs to guarantee he held still while she worked.

At the same time, Kokusei was finding out that she sort of looked like she did things for no reason. Well, that wasn't the worst response, she did understand how he came to that conclusion. Still there were many things that needed further hints but she'd be distracted from this for a moment. Why, that little stretching maneuver was likely just a left over. The person she'd been before this, had a certain flair for the dramatic. But Akira had a certain level of deviance, and though he'd not immediately attacked her loins or anything like that.. he instead sat up. He licked from the side of her exposed breast up and into her armpit. Kokusei's eyes widened just slightly. That lick delivered he'd find sweat free skin, which didn't taste of deodorant or anything like that. If he had anything resembling senses, she'd likely taste sweet to him, otherwise, she'd likely just taste of skin as surprisingly as that might be. "Oh? We're diving into full deviance, straight away... have you kissed your girlfriend with that mouth?" she wondered earnestly. "I wasn't expecting that... you're something else~" she teased as she wiggled her hips further shifting his meat between her cheeks and causing a bit more contact, even through the sheet.

Kazuhiko's most recently admitted thought process was one he could understand as interpreted praise. Of course it was, but the issue about that was... the fact that he never even meant to say it aloud. Oh well. "Eh? Oh... I actually didn't mean to say that outside my own head. Don't count that one!" he pleaded. Whatever praises he owed Kei, he intended to make them a conscious effort. Kazu also intended to make the most of this moment with Kei, and it seemed she intended to do the same. Strange though, was how she wondered if there was something he wanted. Confusion spread across his face with great quickness. "How could I dare?!" he asked with no hesitation. "Free footjob and the craziest blowjob I've had all week! That's a thousand year week full of sex with goddesses and most of your friend group, by the way! I don't have the right to ask you for anything else! What can I do for you?" he wondered.

Chizuru explained her use of bandages for lewd images on her OnlyFans account. If that was the most she used it for, it was a shame. Xiao knew how frequently this woman was wrapped, chained or otherwise bound for sexual purposes in her alternate futures. Maybe that would be his plan moving forward? Whatever the case, this one had an understanding that spare dicks for her recording were hard to come by. Well, that wouldn't be true for very long in this timeline. "Sou ka," Xiao replied apathetically. Moving right along, he soon had a hand squeezed between her thighs to still it, though for no real reason. Chizuru offered a gentle warning that her antiseptic may burn, but he felt nothing from such things. While she applied it, Xiao looked as calm as someone having lotion rubbed on their skin. There wasn't even so much as a twitch of fingers between her legs; he just kept up the conversation at hand. "Brand new relationship, is it? Sou ka. That's a strange time to make the decision of throwing your entire life away, don't you think?" he questioned of Chizuru's earlier choices.

As for Akira, his day would only become stranger in a single moment. His tongue dragged slowly across Kokusei's armpit, yet... it was unnaturally lacking in sweat for someone who scaled a building so recently. Moreover, its taste was... odd? There was a certain underlying sweetness as opposed to the salty note he expected. Though it just barely registered, it was surely there. Kokusei herself spoke of his deviant behavior as if she wasn't surprised by anything but the early reveal. She definitely knew more about him than others did. Moreover, she mentioned his 'girlfriend' in the same breath. Did she mean Mami? Perhaps she meant Chizuru, whom he supposed he had some form of strange relationship with now. Either way, Akira realized the answer was... odd. "No," he said plainly. With Kokusei wiggling in such a way as to wedge him further between her cheeks, Akira was motivated to drag his tongue across her armpit again. It was such a strange thing that met none of his expectations... but the same could be said of this woman in general.

In moments of conversation, small things about Kazuhiko's personality were becoming obvious. For instance, she was told not to count what he'd just said towards the praises she'd receive. He'd apparently not meant to say those things outside of his own head. She could in this moment, understand what had endeared this lad to the other women in his life. He had no reason to push so far, to be above the standard, so why did he bother? It was just who he was as a person. "If you're so adamant about it. Fine." she said though there was a soft thudding in her chest that let her know her appreciation for his personality wasn't simply a passing fancy simply because she enjoyed the way he looked. She'd gone into a more normal tsundere stance and been confronted about a thing. How could he dare ask for something else. A tirade escaped Kazuhiko about the nature of his week, and Kei's place within it. A free footjob, and a blowjob which he considered of the highest order considering his partners of the week were goddesses and her own seniors and friends. How could she do anything but blush. "AAAH! THAT'S WAY TOO HONEST!" she claimed only to cough quickly. "I mean... I don't mind that. It's good to know I didn't just get lost in the group. Everyone likes to standout. I don't have a lot of experience yet. So..." she paused. She wasn't really the type to ask for things, the tsundere was a bit too strong, it was simply less embarrassing to stick to her own type of conversation. "I'll allow a secondary reward and share me with you too..." she offered, opening up her legs and beginning to slide those panties down her hips, so that her meaning wasn't truly missed. Well, Kei didn't often share food... if she was offering herself up as a meal, it was a rare treat indeed.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was now treating Xiao while sitting on her couch. The lad himself didn't seem to bothered by the burning which was applied to his skin before the bandages. Even those fingers of his were still, which made her thighs twitch, if only in response to too much stillness. He also didn't have any truly disgusted reactions to anything concerning her 'sex work' whether he knew the full details or not, which kept him in the mostly neutral to good territory as far as Chizuru was concerned. Light conversation would continue as she began to wrap bandages around his arm. "The worst part is over~" she claimed only to find the right strength of wrapping as she moved from the top of his arm downward. As they were still conversing she'd answer his questions... she supposed her actions looked odd to him. "I'd been trying for a while, but got cut off by one of those manipulative annoying fake-nice mean girl types. She irks me she can't even get the 'queen bee' thing right. I didn't get a chance for a solid reveal at first because the walking red flag planted itself... not even in the good way either," she said with a cheeky smirk. "As for my swan song, that was the final plan. I did think if I could maim two... I could potentially outrun them... it was the best I could manage at the time. And I did fuck him at least... so I reasoned I'd always have that win to carry me through to the afterlife. Oh and the thought of haunting that bitch and ruining her life a bit also cropped up... it was a complicated few seconds~" she said in a manner that was light-hearted and joking but the words were morbid and dirty. Not that it mattered, such a contradition was normal for her. "Oh speaking of, I was supposed to text him when I got home..." she said finishing with that wrap and picking up her phone to send a simple message. "Made it >:P"

At the same time, a different sort of question was being posed to Akira with apparently less surprise than he expected. She also noted that he didn't seem to dislike the taste of her skin but that he seemed a bit confused, still not confused enough for her to assume his senses were open at all. They were much earlier in this time line than she assumed, when she'd showed up. At the answer of no, about kissing his girlfriend she sighed and began to chide him, "Well you should. A couple of freaks like you should go all in..." she said honestly. There was no use questioning their likeness and none whatsoever in avoiding the truth of their pairing. Though their mana signatures weren't all over each other... there was an obvious hint of it. And with her hips just gently moving in his lap. Even as his tongue traveled a secondary time only a smug little grin would be spreading across her face. "Experimentation or just perversion?" she questioned him directly, while reaching behind herself and allowing her finger tips to trace the head of his cock between her buttcheeks and the sheets.

Kazuhiko offered only honesty when he spoke. Upon receiving said honesty, however, Kei suffered a bit of an emotional explosion. Well, he wasn't going to sugarcoat it. She'd done something in a way goddesses and their ilk had not. Sure, those same goddesses and others weren't exactly masters in terms of experience, but their constitutions and innate abilities did more than one could imagine. "Just telling it like it is. I don't think you could get lost in the group. I've been interacting with all of you, and everybody I've seen has something different and awesome about them. Once that personality bleeds into actions, it's just... wow," he declared. There were no other words in Kazu's mind to explain the situation. Even among the five council members, he saw drastic differences, each qualifying as an incredible individual by her own merit. Even knowing another firm tsundere for a thousand years, Kei managed to stand out. That could even be said about her choice in undergarments as they slid down her legs for an offering Kazu would never turn down. That wide, goofy grin of his returned with a vengeance, and his eyes locked to a glistening flesh pocket he supposed would soon be his feast. "I'll take it! Chair-sama Kazu is in the building!" he announced excitedly.

All the while, Chizuru was giving Xiao the rundown on her relationship status... and the one that got in her way. It was always interesting to note the differences between one reality and its parallels, whether big or small. Nanami Mami was likely the culprit in this case. Ah, but that didn't matter now; it would just become another stepping stone in her and Akira's future. Chizuru's alleged swan song was a gamble for the ages ─ one that took solace in what she'd accomplished before a potential death. How pitiful, Xiao thought. "You can do better than that," he said without much thought. Moments later, she was done wrapping that bandage around his arm. Chizuru recalled an agreement to send Akira a message upon her return home, but Xiao couldn't allow that, given some circumstances beyond the physical realm. Ah, he could actually use that interruption as well. She typed that message, but she'd be given no opportunity to press the send button before Xiao's bandaged hand swept through the air at an impossible speed to knock the phone away. Now was his time to play the villain. "Why would you bother doing something like that? You already threw your life away today," he claimed.

While Xiao seemed to be putting some sort of metaphysical wedge between the pair, Kokusei was advising that they get closer. With that statement, Akira was sure she was talking about Chizuru instead of Mami. The latter could never be called a 'freak' ─ especially not one similar to him. Now that he thought about it, they probably should have observed some level of kissing before the degenerate things they did. "Maybe next time," he said aloud. With a return to Kokusei's armpit in progress, he lapped away like his goal was to fold her skin over, or even offer a deep-cleaning service. Soon after, he felt a hand upon his cock through the sheet and heard another strange question. Was his continued licking a thing of experimentation, or just perversion? "Uh... is both an option? It doesn't taste like anything, so I'm curious... but it's also just something I wanted to do.'

Meanwhile, honesty from Kazuhiko came two fold. Kei did stand out among his experiences, and everyone also stood out in their own way. That was an interesting note, and something which also made her feel at ease. No one wanted to sow discord among their friend group. All that nonsense that Miko always spouted about the harem scenario working as long as what was being shared was worthwhile, suddenly seemed to have unknown merit. Maybe she should have played more games? "It's crazy that you can see the good in so much stuff, but... I think I like that about you... and I'm glad," she offered. It would have been an actual shame if Kazuhiko held the same kinds of standards that Kei was used to from the men in her life. She wouldn't have wanted to inflict those men on her friends, but now... she was glad to have been introduced to this young man. Still with her own oddities in the way her, offering was accepted with the same enthusiasm that Kazuhiko had been offering all day. He called himself a chair in this case, and Kei took that to mean he planned to have his face sat upon instead of going about this particular meal any other way. The goofy grin he maintained was well worth the effort as she discarded her underwear to move to take a seat she perched above him for a moment her knees settling on either side of his head. "Well, a lady should take an offered chair..." she mused as her folds came into the range of his face.

At the same time, Chizuru was being encouraged, well she at least thought those words were meant to be encouragement coming from Xiao. He seemed to have the strong silent type vibes. Odd bad boy maybe? Definitely looked and acted like a Yakuza but more or less the delinquent with a soft spot maybe? "Maybe... might have to invest in something a bit more real than Taekwondo... or maybe a taser to go with the Bear Mace. Hehehe~ Yeah, I could call it a joy buzzer!~" she mused as if it was all a joke. What wasn't a joke though was the man's sudden movement as she meant to send a text to Akira. She'd been quite busy before and simply meant a short text to let him know she'd made it home alright. But the sudden movement of the item from her hands and out of her line of sight before she could even press send. "Oya? That escalated quickly. Did you really save me from a group just to get me somewhere private to be crazy? That's a bit cliché~" she noted as if she was only a little concerned. She didn't know exactly what he was planning, though the mention of her thrown life and the lack of communication device implied a level of deviance she may or may not have been alright with still, if she was playing the victim today she supposed she could commit to it.

And while, Akira wasn't being contacted.. Kokusei was learning just how early in his journey he was. She'd seen him at several other points... including but not limited to a few semi-close to this one. Those versions of him were always a bit different but the core of their deviant behavior was the same. "There is no maybe, making marks works both ways. That is not a sheep situation..." Kokusei gave that information freely and without the cryptic nature of her other speeches. She was just about at the right point, to break free. Her hand on his cock seemed to not be too shocking but he apparently liked both as an answer to her most recent question. it was an experiment but also just something he wanted to do, she was bewildered by his words, as they implied a lack of care that didn't exist for most people. "So you thought they were going to taste like something and was still like, I going to lick it~" she said in a teasing manner. "By that logic I could have just sat on your face. Well, I still will~" she mused as she squeezed the tip of his cock between her perfectly manicured finger tips.

Everything else had become a moot point for Kazuhiko. He was no longer a man, but a simple chair waiting to be used for its original purpose. Tunnel vision did not just apply to visuals in his case. There he sat, still stuck to a web, vigorously nodding his agreement for a lady to accept an offered chair. That continued until Kei's descent landed her knees on either side of his head. Once he felt the roundness of her rear against his torso, once his nose was directly assaulted by the scent of kiwi, anything left of Kimura Kazuhiko was officially gone for the time being. His mouth opened, but not at all for the sake of producing words. No, his only goal was a protruding tongue that would taste of kiwi juice in the most direct manner possible: by drinking it straight from the fruit itself. His approach was slow, calculated despite how mindlessly he seemed to go about it. In fact, it could be noted that his tongue didn't simply glide its way up that moist crevice, but instead swayed left and right along its path.

In the meantime, Xiao was disallowing the sending of Chizuru's message. As she claimed, his approached did seem a bit cliché based on available information. Sadly, he had little choice. Xiao was going to play a longer game than this, but her contacting Akira before it was all over would have ruined a crucial point in the story. "No, I didn't. You sending a text just wasn't in the plan. This is improv," he claimed. "I was going to go through the motions, maybe for the rest of tonight. Since I had to do that, though, a cliché rape scenario is the best you're going to get. Kurusu won't be hearing from you ever again ether way," he said, leaving Chizuru to whatever interpretation of that statement she came up with.

Kokusei once again wasn't having Akira's given method. She didn't like the 'maybe' in his statement, implying that he should be making a mark of his own. What sort of weird people was he dealing with lately? As if Chizuru wasn't strange enough, this woman was grabbing the tip of his cock through sheets while enforcing a healthier relationship between him and someone else. There was some sort of madness at play here, surely. Oh well. Akira had his own form of madness ─ the type that had him assaulting a strange woman's armpit with his tongue, despite having a relationship forming and another he still had strange hopes for. Even with all of those things in play, Kokusei's comment about sitting on his face caused an immediate reaction she'd surely feel against her hand. "That's sudden. Everything you've been saying is weird... though I can't say no to anything you're suggesting either."

A mistake had been made this day. Shirogane Kei seemed to be the type who wanted to experience some new things, but she'd not expected the rather sudden sensation in her loins as she sat on Kazuhiko's face. The lad seemed all too eager to begin and she was soon learning why. She thought her own food based obsessions might have been limited, to those within her friend group, she didn't imagine this turning into something which had a little yelp escaping her and her hips shifting just a little. A tongue waving around in her loins wasn't at all what she expected, and not a word had been spoken initially. Her face was heated to the brim and she was even gently biting down on her left forefinger as she moaned. "Mmmhmm♥~" did she have spare words, maybe, but her brain was far too busy challenging all necessary energy to her loins to do anything else. That build up was so deliberate it felt teasing and the steadiness of it, would have Kazuhiko receiving all the kiwi juice he wanted while Kei slowly built up to the throbbing in her loins.

At the same time, a different kind of mistake was being made. Whether Chizuru realized it or not... her visitor for the time being was a lot more dangerous than even his violence hinted at. With her phone knocked from her hands she pointed out the cliché of his actions and he claimed it was improv. He stated that it'd been his intention to carry on the motions and do something else, but now she would be stuck with a cliché rape instead. "You were going to commit for the whole night? Just writing yourself all the way in... my plans just go out the window~" she claimed in a lightly joking manner. Well, it wasn't a joke, she did have a character to debut at the convention tomorrow. Still his other words made her brow rise curiously. "Oya? Full Hentai Antagonist? Oh, is that why I can't text him, you planning on taking one of those... 'She's busy' pics?" she asked as if potentially excited by the prospect. Well, she was excited by the prospect, she planned to take such pictures herself, to discourage anymore injuries suffered for the sake of stupidity. "Though if you want to jump straight to the rape I suppose that's a little less NTR initially.... oh well," she stated. "You sure the rape route is the one? I might have hard time believing it given everything else that happened today... or is this the part where I find out it was all an elaborate ruse?" she questioned the plot of this scenario more than she managed actual fear at the idea of being raped. It was more exciting than anything else.

At the same time, Kokusei was busy talking to a lad about being a good boyfriend, while also very much physically placing herself between him and his goal... or goals. Even as he licked her armpit she claimed she should have just sat on his face. He called that sudden but claimed he wouldn't be saying no to anything she suggested. He found her words weird but that was also normal. "Of course what I say is weird, you're meant to remember it, even when you don't remember everything else. You have to take precautions when you plan to fuck people stupid~" she said in a manner both teasing and cryptic. "A throb because I'm going to sit on your face... I wonder if just mentioning the other things will make you cum all over the back of my dress~ What do you think, are you horny enough that the ideas are overwhelming?" Kokusei teased the idea of saying more, knowing fully well she had no shame and nor did his main partner, whether they acknowledged each other fully yet or not. Armed with the knowledge that they hadn't even kissed yet, she wondered if it wouldn't be better to just completely ruin the lad she was sitting on top of? Push all the boundaries and the limits he couldn't be spiritually awake enough to do anything but crumble, but... breaking people on days like today was quite fun. Just the same she rocked her hips backward pushing his dick downward before allowing it back up, like she intended to help him build an orgasm even as he licked her armpits.

The rising journey of Kazuhiko's tongue was a long-lived one full of detours. Kiwi was such a powerful fruit, he had no issues getting lost in the moment while carefully absorbing its flavor. Frankly, he could call it too potent. If he tried to lap at Kei's loins too recklessly, Kazu was sure he'd experience some form of sensory overload. Would that stop him entirely? No; it could only force a bit of caution. He still couldn't be deterred from focusing a bit of reinforcement on his own tongue, not for normal purposes, but to abuse the newly-discovered gravity aspect of his mana. By the time his tongue looped around Kei's bud to begin its downward journey, there would be a certain friction applied due to his tongue pulling her flesh into it. He had his mind blown by her efforts earlier; it was only right that he do everything possible to return the favor.

Xiao was indeed going to commit to a night with Chizuru if necessary. Her plans were irrelevant, but she couldn't know the reason that was the case. "Yes. It would be easy. By that route, you'd even be begging me not to leave when the time came," he declared with absolute confidence. Regarding his apparent 'hentai antagonist' approach, Chizuru assumed he'd be sending a specific type of picture to Akira's phone. That wasn't the plan... but it was close enough. "No. I'm not going to send him anything. That's something you'll do yourself," he said. Moving on though, Chizuru unveiled a side of herself that he was quite familiar with. Many times had they openly discussed the 'story' of an upcoming sex scene in other timelines, as if they were cooperatively writing a book or play. "Do you have a better suggestion? It doesn't make much of a difference. Again, you threw your life away already. I'll at least honor your memory by taking your opinion into account. Be quick."

Kokusei was the most unusual person Akira had ever met... and he knew people like Chizuru and Ryuuji. She spoke like some sort of external force who could interpret fate or something ridiculous like that. Moreover, she spoke of precautions when... fucking people stupid, in her own words. Was that her intention with him? She certainly looked like the sort who could manage it. "That's... not the kind of thing you should say if you want me remembering anything but that part," he stated plainly, the claim accompanying another twitch of his cock. The thought of this strange woman sitting on his face was enough already, but that... oh no, even that wasn't all. Now Akira had a mental image of himself ejaculating on the back of Kokusei's dress. He imagined it being left there as a symbol to his accomplishment, as well as a symbol of how much she'd managed to work out of him. There was an entire video playing in Akira's head, and his dick danced to the beat of its soundtrack as Kokusei seemed to be simulating something even more deviant than before. "Is that something you want to happen? Because I'm pretty sure I can manage that. Two minutes, easy job," he rambled.

Kei was in for a treat. Magic when applied to sex was something that came naturally to many in her group. She'd not been trying to actively do anything, it just so happened that her sensory organ of choice was her mouth and thus most of her mana sensory abilities started there. Ah, but... what if someone could mimic that sort of behavior? Well, she was finding out what that was like, with applied gravity. That gentle pull around her bud when his tongue lapped made her squirm. Was this supposed to feel so good? She couldn't really think of why it shouldn't, she was also losing track of her own thoughts, as that pulsing built in her loins. She really wasn't used to this sort of thing, her core was twitching and rather suddenly she was orgasming extra moisture leaving her body as her thighs tightened around his head. "Aaah!~ That's good♥~" she moaned pleasantly. Of course, she would like this a lot more than she needed to... well... that was fine, she thought it would be good to go but she was the meal, if he was still hungry she'd leave the plate so to speak.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was hearing absolute confidence from Xiao. He claimed that by his own modus she might be begging him to stay. "Oh? Love the confidence, that's always pretty hot. Still, don't know if I'm the begging type... but I guess the line between demanding and begging could be pretty thin~" she said giving it consideration from a narrative perspective. "Hm, am I doing that... an early backstabbing is an interesting twist, especially consdiering how how I pursued him in the first place..." she mused. Ah, but they were now talking shop, as far as Chizuru was concerned. The story of this scene could be so much more than a simple rape at the end. It couldn't be a true NTR without some specifics but a bad end could be so much more than a rape or a murder. "Oh? Honoring my memory, that sounds ominous... I didn't know life came with such scary opposition~" she chattered briefly. "If we're going the bad end route regardless, dubious would be more convincing but in reverse. Yeah, that's a compelling story... go in like it's a good idea, thanking our dark savior..." she mumbled while holding up her fingers framing the lad's face and watching a movie of the scenario play out in her head. "Experience a change of heart, but it's too late. All the moments float by all the strings snap, pure mind break energy. That's the kind of way I'd want to give up my life, you know if I had to~" she said. Such a plot line was the type she'd have followed. Ah, it did turn a bit closer to one of the NTR plots she enjoyed as well... where the heroine in question, wanted to stay with her boyfriend and it was nice, but... the outside influence made it impossible to go back, even when it was something she wanted.

At the same time, Akira was being prodding into thinking dirty things and given an oddly direct approach for something not directly stated. According to him, Kokusei speaking of fucking him stupid was something she shouldn't do if she wanted him to remember anything. "Ehehe~ You've gotta be quicker than that~" she claimed with a knowing smirk. She felt the pulses of his cock in her hands and continued to move her body around it like it would amuse her. "I put a thought in your head and then I erased. Maybe it will come up again later... maybe it won't, dick brain and conscious brain get their wires crossed a lot, but that's why doing such things is good," she commented almost absently. "Sex is a weapon... use it," she asserted. As for her words about him jizzing on the back of her dress, she could see his mind working. It was always interesting to watch certain men work though things. There was a light of deviance in her eyes and an innate desire to break a working mind. As for the desire of hers to have him rain his semen up her back she smirked. "It wouldn't bother me one way or the other... though if you do it now, I'm still just going to sit on your face... think long and hard about whether or not you'd rather cum inside or outside~" she said teasingly. Of course there was more to add to stir the pot. "And yes, I did mean my ass by the way," she added just to see his reaction. She was tapering important words between flirts, hoping they'd find their home in the deeper reaches of his mind. He'd be given a handicap soon enough, and a challenge not that he'd fully understand that just yet.

Just as before, Kazuhiko's phone was somehow missing from his hand. He didn't know when it fell again, nor did he care... but he now had a free hand to clasp Kei's thigh. In the time he took to do so, he found both of her thighs tightening around his head. It was an interesting mark of success, he thought. Equally interesting to note was how that gravitational pull manifested fully. The extra juices flowing from Kei's loins were also pulled toward his tongue, making it semi-permanently lubricated as its journey up and down her slit continued. Kazu had some ability to mimic a storm of some sort with his mana. He knew that to be the case, but it remained something he had to work on actively. Perhaps with Kei's continued allowance of his current behavior, he could manage to figure something out? Time would tell. . .

All the while, a would-be assault on Chizuru had instead turned into a casual chat about how things could go. She first doubted herself to be the begging type, but drew a fine line between that and demanding. "Nobody's the begging type until they have reason to beg. Instinct is stronger than pride," Xiao commented. Of course she wasn't the type who would genuinely beg... but everyone and everything had a breaking point. Xiao went on to hear the young woman's opinion of the optimal story between them. As many as they'd let play out together across the multiverse, he didn't think the same one ever happened once. Ah, but this was a rare occasion; the sacred timeline could only see so many of these opportunities. Her suggested dubious consent plotline had some potential. Besides, he could always assault her later, since his overarching plan didn't involve retention of memory for her anyway. Either way, the method by which her life would be sacrificed was shared. Xiao could honor that. So, with a snap of his fingers... he'd set the stage. "Done," he said. In that moment, he deleted a segment of time around himself and Chizuru, all to cause a shift in her memory. Her consciousness would return to the moment before her phone was knocked away, but the event itself had already occurred. Perhaps she'd experience some sort of mental hiccup. Her phone was gone, but so was the moment in which she realized sending a text was necessary. Just then, Xiao spoke to distract from the original line of thought. "So you were fine with your life ending just because you got the lay you were looking for first? I guess if there's one way to go, that's one of the better conditions," he said just after Chizuru's original comment about her sacrificial ideas in the alleyway.

Akira had a thought planted in his head, and then... erased? What? So few things Kokusei said made any sense to him. Well, it didn't matter to him in the long-run. She was at least right about the 'two brains' of men getting their wires crossed from time to time. One thing that stuck for Akira either way, was mention of sex being a weapon to use. He couldn't know the true meaning of that phrase... but he did interpret it for the present. "Sou ka..." Ever the 'silent protagonist' type was Akira, internalizing and rationalizing before many words or actions were used. Apparently, Kokusei wasn't bothered at all by the idea of having spunk all over her dress. There were some caveats, however. If he went about that plan right away, she'd just sit on his face... but there were more options than that. He could choose inside or outside, with specification given about Kokusei's ass. Well, that was quite a leap. Akira was clearly made more interested by the claim, though. "Inside your..." That wasn't a thought to be finished. As choices went, he had a difficult one only made easier by one simple fact. "The options are weighted. At this rate, all I'll do is ruin the only extra sheets I have here," he decided, still having that sheet between himself and Kokusei regardless of any decisions made or leaned toward.

Kazuhiko took pictures and managed to do so in such a way as to still be present in the moment. That might have been something worth commending if Kei had any thoughts in her head besides how good she currently felt. She couldn't have described what it felt like to her if she had to, she was sure it was magical in some way though. She had to believe that it was magical this feeling within her loins and that was the reason she was still consciously sitting on his face. Well, he also seemed content to keep her there... his hand was wrapped around her legs, and he'd had no complaints to offer for the squeezing of his head either. While he learned his magics and devoured her, she'd simply enjoy the stroking and pull of his tongue while allowing her hips to settle and gentle moans to escape her lips. She didn't plan to let him up any time soon... he could keep going she decided.

While Kei made decisions for her own pleasure, Chizuru talked over the best possible scene she could think of, according to Xiao instinct was stronger than pride. Perhaps that was the case... "Is it? Never had to compromise..." she mused playfully. Ah but there was something else, an oddity occurring. Chizuru had explained the epic ending, and been told of an impending rape. Ah, but no. She was once again sitting on her couch just after her phone had been removed from her hand. No, she hadn't picked it up or anything obviously. What was she even doing? Oh right... she was talking to Xiao about why she'd been okay throwing her life away. "Yeah I was okay with it. It'd been building up to that one for a while... and I finally got it. And to pick his brain properly, it's been a good couple of days... running into apparently impotent gangsters aside~" she claimed. If she was going to go out, the highest note possible was the one to reach for, "I'd say it's weird how calm you are about all of this. Random girl says she'd die happy if a lay happened, and you're just like, yeah, that checks~" Whatever the case, she seemed to get more comfortable, though it did seem like she'd forgotten something.

Well, Chizuru wasn't the only one forgetting things, Kokusei was making sure that Akira kept finding, information and losing his train of thought just as quickly. Whether this was a completely purposeful endeavor was left up to interpretation. Still, it seemed like the important lessons were sinking in, even if he had no idea how important they were. Kokusei continued presenting options and little unrelated information ever so often, this time it would seem that he came to the conclusion he'd mess up his one set of sheets of they continued as it were. A grin crossed Kokusei's face as she shifted. "Your sheets are what you worry about... you sure you want to be so close to this body of mine without something between us?" she asked him while slowly pulling the covers away her body lifted as if to tease. Of course, it would only be made worse as she couldn't help but shift the covers and soon enough she'd be back, just the gloved hand settling against his cock as her body made contact with exposed skin as she found his gown already displaced. All while she shifted that ripping sound in her tights continued, as if more of her flesh were being exposed while she shifted about, even though it definitely didn't have to, oh well... she was teasing this man a bit. She thought a bit of happenstance was worth immitating.

One day, Kazuhiko would have absolute control over his abilities. One day, he'd actually know how many there were to understand. Long before then, he'd continue losing himself in individual moments. He didn't know how long he intended to remain buried between Kei's legs, but he knew he wasn't done just yet. Five minutes? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? However long it took, he'd be there drinking from the running river, so to speak. In due time, his tongue was no longer simply dragging up and down. Kazu had found himself in position to slide his tongue into Kei's entrance just slightly, albeit with some difficulty brought about by that gravitational pull he'd created.

Compromise was not the way of Chaos, some would say in the future. If one thing could be done, and another thing could be done... both things could be done. One could simultaneously answer their pride and their instincts if the two became one. That matter would become relevant some time down the proverbial road. At their current juncture, there was a chunk of time missing... or rather, reset as Chizuru would see things. She was right back to continuing a conversation from earlier, sans the interruption that came from her remembering to contact Akira. "Does that make a good couple of days? It sounds like small goals being met. The way you're going now, nothing major will be accomplished. You'll all just wither away," he declared. As for Xiao's calmness in the face of her self-sacrificing notions... such things made no difference to him. If that wasn't clear by his actions alone, further details were on the way. "You're talking to the guy who killed most of the group who would have easily raped you with knives just to make up for the fact that they couldn't make you scream with their flaccid dicks. I wouldn't have bothered helping you if I intended to judge your suicide methods afterwards."

In truth, Akira wasn't concerned about his bedsheets at all. He was, however, concerned by the idea of being without them when someone else came along ─ especially given the state they would be in as a result. Besides, the sheets were mostly in the way of his real target in their hypothetical chat. Another question was asked. Did he really want nothing between Kokusei and himself? Well, that should have been obvious. "Well... how would I get anything on you if something got in the way?" he asked, eyes bouncing up and down while Kokusei shifted herself and the sheet. By the time she was back in place with that ripping sound returning, Akira was a throbbing fool still mulling over the earlier choice yet to be made. "I thought about it, by the way. I wouldn't choose just one. I couldn't," he decided. All the while, he realized Kokusei had to be staining her glove. Akira knew he'd already started a bit of premature leakage from her earlier shifting. Whether she knew or not... well, the way she'd been speaking implied there would be no issues regardless.

Kazuhiko was learning his onw abilities, and Kei in turn was figuring out what she liked about this iteration of sexual activity. Even if he was just trying things, Kei found herself liking them, her body's natural reaction and the gravity created by Kazuhiko were practically pulling her fluids from within her body. He was being treated to kiwi juice and she was falling to sensation she'd never experienced before. There was the traveling along her slit which was pleasant enough given the work done, but by the time his tongue started to prod her entrance properly she was relaxing and shifting just a bit. Her legs were still twitching and it would only become more obvious as more little sounds lsipped from between her lips. That little bit of penetration seemed to tease, just enough that the building orgasm would spill after a few more minutes, leading to some heightened sensitivity. "Aaah♥~ Is this torture? I think this is torture..." she murmured quietly. "This has to be how kindness is used to kill..." she mentioned knowing full well that the jumping in her legs wasn't going to stop. Maybe she was a bit of a masochist too... she definitely wasn't prepared to get up, even as she felt like she was being overwhelmed by this lad's antics.

Whatever issues Xiao took with Chizuru's logic he didn't voice them immediately. She spoke of having a reasonable day or few days and she meant it that way. Apparently, her goals were small and that would lead to withering. She smirked and shrugged, her goals had been small, but they'd also been pointed. "I'm for the scene in front of me, and playing my best role possible in it," she claimed. "If being small time was the goal, I do it to the limit~" she asserted. Such was simply how she was, and how she'd come to the conclusion that every role, including the ones she played herself, was worth seeing as far as the path of them could take her. Still, Xiao's calmness would continue to be shown. He was alone with this girl in her house and speaking rather calmly about the nature of those 'rapists' once it became obvious that they couldn't use their god given tools to finish a job they started. That was a rather ominous thing. He wouldn't have helped if he intended to judge how she got out of that situation, "Sou ka, that's pretty fair of you... but that still doesn't say why you helped at all... I don't have anything to give you, and I'm definitely no one important enough to help you, obviously," she said casually. Actually thinking about it outside the adrenaline rush of the earlier moments, this man hadn't said at all what he wanted from her. Consideirng his actions even in the alley he didn't 'need' her help.

Meanwhile, Akira was using logic to get the sheets move out the way of his body. Interestingly enough... this was a small scale showing of what Kokusei was talking about. Sex as a easpon, logic of deviance used to further deviance. "Obviously, by going through the obstacle presented, but... I like the way you think~" Kokusei said. She went about moving, making sure that sheet was out of the way. She put herself within striking distance of his actual cock since his own gown was no longer in the way either, or hadn't been in quite a while. According to Akira he'd also thought about what she said earlier and he couldn't choose. She grinned at him, and there was a bit of haughtiness to it, but also a bit of menace. Yes, that glove on her hand was being stained, as she rubbed a drippy cock, but she also didn't seem to care about that. "Well, if you can't or won't choose just one, then you simply have to make sure you are capable of doing both... right?" she claimed. "No slack, no trying... do both and do them spectacularly~" she teased him siliding that stained gloved hand down the length of his shaft and allowing her fingers to tickle his testicles before she grabbed them and squezed.

As Kazuhiko lost himself to time, Kei wondered aloud if he was employing some form of torture method. He wasn't beyond such things, of course. In fact, her mentioning the idea of it put the thought in Kazu's head. If she saw this as a form of torture by kindness, she obviously had no real issues with the concept. So then, why shouldn't he? The tsundere types were most entertaining when flustered. The time had come to figure out a method of that additional power. A tongue that had been pushing its way into Kei's canal was withdrawn slowly, and Kazu began to visualize his mana's movement while his tongue slid its way up her folds again. He'd find that bulb once more, encircling it while working with his own visualization and mana application. In doing so, he did manage to mimic a light gravitational storm of sorts at his tongue's tip. It would take only a few minutes of repetition from there for Kazuhiko to get the feeling right. At such a time, he'd be able to maintain that spiral of gravity independently of his tongue's movements.

Chizuru shared her philosophy on the screenplay of her own life. In lay terms, it could be said that she lived in the moment. Ah, but that was the form of Chaos she was meant to embody. Settling for the little roles would serve only the most niche purposes; she'd have to take on the star's role just as easily. The necessary mentality would be brought to light once Chizuru's confusion was expressed. She didn't know why Xiao helped her in the alley. She didn't think she had anything to give him in return, and didn't think she was important enough to help him. "You're wrong. If life is a play, it won't be any good without all of its actors. A full cast of side characters would be a terrible plot. If everyone's a main character, there's no supporting roles to bring life to the story. In the alley, were you the protagonist or the deuteragonist?" he asked initially, only as a setup to the major point. "No matter the answer, who's to say today's protagonist has to be tomorrow's deuteragonist? The alley was Chapter II: Act I. What role are you playing in Act II?" he wondered.

Kokusei spoke in ways that didn't make sense in the physical world. She claimed his way around blockades like that sheet could simply be going through the obstacle. Akira had a very strong and plentiful way of ejaculating by human standards, but that thought was ridiculous even for him. "That doesn't sound logical at all," he muttered. Shortly afterwards, Kokusei shared a few words that were perfectly aligned to Akira's train of thought. He couldn't choose between in and out, so of course the ideal outcome was both. The manner of that happening was in question, though. Which would he do first? Well, it seemed Kokusei wasn't leaving much room for deliberation in that regard. Her glove, lubricated by Akira's own fluids, traveled down his shaft to squeeze his balls. Air evacuated Akira's lungs in that moment, and the same could be said of a 'minor' orgasm oozing through his urethra. It was nothing significant... but perhaps more normal humans would have called it a little excessive. "Hngh! Both works! I like both!" he managed to say.

Kei was learning in the moment, that Kazuhiko was an active thinking innovator. While the things he offered sexually were good at base, he seemed to be striving for some unknown goal. In this case, her loins were being used as a testing grounds of his magical prowess. In this case, he was using magic in sex, not just as an effect of mana existing, but actively turning it into a skill. a swirl at the tip of his tongue was something she felt and tensed for, and then she relaxed into it, realizing that it was something he was actively developing. She squealed a little as she felt it, "Whoa~ Why can you do that?!" she questioned. "Ah!~ Don't stop though!~" she exclaimed immediately after her body easily going along with the necessity of orgasming over actually questioning this lad's developing sexual skill. If this was going to be like this, she'd definitely not be wanting to stop this sort of activity with Kazuhiko. She'd also never turn him down even if this was his only real skill. But she knew better already and as such she'd have to keep it up. Oh well, she'd lose her whole body's reserve of mana in this way, so long as she got to feel this exact way all the time.

At the same time, Chizuru's philosophy of life was one which was understood even beyond her own metaphor and specialization. She was a girl who lived in the moment, even so much so, as to see her life as an active play or some such thing. Still, as she moved beyond this, her curiosities concerning Xiao were ones which came with words from him. He made a good point, you couldn't have too many players in a good play. Every part meant something to the performance even that kid who was just moving a tree from the front was a integral part of the story in some ways. If she had to choose what she was in that alley, "Eh, probably just some sort of plot device to be honest. Deuteragonist usually gets hit with the DID..." she claimed knowingly. Of course, he moved on to say it didn't matter. That moment was only act one, what would she be in the second act. "Hm, that's something isn't it... I should be, the rescued but appreciative damsel. Definitely more of a protagonist, taking back power after being situationally helpless. Coming to terms with everything that happened and trying to repay the kindness shown to me while ignoring the trauma created by the situation," she murmured her way throught it. All the while, she seemed to be shifting gently. Her body taking on more passively open posturing. She looking at the man in front of her, showing him the subtle shift she tended to hide from most. That felt oddly right as she dipped into her repertoire for the right kind of response. "I don't think I could ever repay you for helping me... even after that whole, Lawnmower-dono incident~" she said almost softly... the edge was lost but that was for the sake of dramatic effect. She'd obviously be offering herself. "Still what can I get you? Something to eat or drink?~" she offered her aim to repay his actions with domestic offerings, she'd already done the nurses job after all.

Meanwhile, Akira was pointing out a lack of logic in going through the sheet. One day, such a thing wouldn't even be worth a second thought. Kokusei knew a version of him that definitely sat her down on his lap and went through clothes and magic to get where he was going. Ah, but that was a different reality and a different man... one who was not limited by his understanding of the world. "It doesn't have to make sense now... it just has to make sense eventually~" she claimed in an almost playful manner. Still, it seemed he was still distracted easily enough. That movement down his cock had him oozing by the time she grabbed his sack. After she delivered a squeeze and he lost air to his lungs he claimd that he liked both. That was good. "Good. Make your two things happen on your own terms, but remember I'm still making mine happen too~" she said with a wicked grin,. she'd shift a bit more. "Now then I'm still sitting on your face, forwards or backwards?" she asked wondering how he'd answer that particular inquiry. Still, she'd be moving that expulsion around his cock with her gloved hand soaked through seemingly amused by the sensation and wondering if the lad himself would be able to give a proper answer while she continued through that expulsion and worked him towards the next one.

Why could Kazu do the things he did currently? At this point, any random person walking the street could have an answer equivalent to his own. Whether his abilities were innate, the fault of Father An, the fault of some interaction with one of the others, or the fault of... that random trip to Jupiter, he didn't have a clue. Either way, Kei apparently didn't want him stopping. Just as well, he didn't intend to stop. Kazu was enjoying, he was learning, and he was effectively developing something that would be used for the next eternity. He wouldn't stop... but he would continue aiming for evolution. The storm at the tip of Kazu's tongue was growing, swirling clockwise at a consistent enough pace that he could abandon that same pattern with his tongue. With that being the case, his tongue moved around in a counterclockwise circle to create a bit of opposition.

It seemed Chizuru viewed herself as neither protagonist nor deuteragonist in that alleyway scene. She saw herself more as a plot device, and believed a deuteragonist would receive the 'damsel in distress' treatment. "You were held at knifepoint by a gang of rapists who would have killed or sold you without my intervention. I guess you were a deuteragonist then," he countered. Chizuru's assertation was quite on-brand for her. In retrospect, she determined what sort of character she 'should' be rather than just referencing what she could be compared to. Whatever Xiao's opinion on the matter was, he wouldn't share... but he would think about it. She definitely fit the bill of an actress doubling as the director of her own story; she just needed the job. That part was his overarching goal here. "You want to be the protagonist. That usually goes to the best at auditions. Maybe a side character performs well enough to get promoted for the next project. But, it's your show. Promote yourself if you think you can handle it," he rambled for seemingly no reason at all. Moving on, Chizuru seemed contemplative about her ability, or alleged lack thereof, to repay his efforts. She even asked if she could get him something to eat or drink. "I didn't ask you to repay me. If it's something you want to do, the method is yours to decide. I don't really eat or drink much," he replied casually.

After being told how little sense her words made, Kokusei decided to... make even less sense. In one shining moment, Akira gave up entirely. It wasn't sensible, and the response wasn't either. Obviously he just wasn't meant to understand this woman. Did he have to, though? No; surely he didn't. Understanding each other wasn't important in the current situation, which was quickly becoming more deviant by the moment. He was oozing semen onto Kokusei's gloved hand, and she was reminding him of her original goal... while interestingly rubbing Akira's own spunk along his shaft. Her question was one that came with much difficulty. If she sat on his face forward, he'd have the best overall visual of her form. The other way around, however, left more opportunities such as the legendary '69' or something similar. There were no implications of Kokusei having such desires, but could Akira short himself on the possibility? No, he certainly couldn't. Besides, he'd been feeling Kokusei's rear atop him this entire time. Having that consuming his entire line of sight was not an opportunity to miss. "Backwards. No debate," he said with absolute conviction.

Whatever life experiences lead Kazuhiko to his current line of thought, Kei was happy he had them. She was being treated to his developments in a way she'd not expected of anyone really. It wasn't as if she didn't understand that sex could be fun, it was simply that she didn't expect anyone to so happily oblige being in the same position Kazuhiko found himself in. What was more, while he was there, he wasn't simply going through the motions, no he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. In this case, she was feeling the swirling of his magic go one direction and imagine her surprise when she felt friction of the physical variety going the opposite way. Why he needed to do this, she didn't know, but that didn't make her less happy to be here. No, she could only shift her hips along with his motions and experience yet another orgasm as she gently moved. "Hmmm♥~" she gently hummed her content as more kiwi juice found its home on or inside Kazuhiko's mouth. "You're way too good at this!~" she mentioned, well, that was about the only type of praise she could truly offer as she could barely get herself together enough to do anything other than enjoy his experimentation. Well, at least that was the case at first, she found herself wiggling and collapsing under his attention, she be trying to crawl away at some point, how could she not, he was driving her mad.

Meanwhile, Chizuru and Xiao were discussing her 'passive' role in her most recent incident. She'd been the target of rapes before, that wasn't really surprising, but the fact that this wasn't exactly a rape in the normal way, and the fact that it would have definitely ended in less sex and more bodily harm was a point of oddity. Xiao then had to be the protagonist of that particular act, given the role he played and the end result of it. "I guess I have to step it up for the next act then~" she claimed. Well, there were a lot of nuances to that sort of thought process. And while she wasn't exactly excited to face a bunch of Yakuza rapists she could instead look forward to the next potentially traumatizing experience while searching for something more real. "I've got a pretty good handle on promoting myself for roles I want... I wonder though, does that mean you're switching from protagonist, to sensei?~" she mused knowing that it was how she thought of her pursuit of Akira. It also hadn't escaped her notice that the young man before her was way too calm about everything and going along with things a bit too much for him not to have some sort of ulterior motive. But that just made the whole thing a bit more interesting didn't it. According to the lad he didn't ask for repayment for his kindness and he didn't eat or drink much but she could do what she wanted... Chizuru looked at him almost oddly. "Sure you didn't say you wanted to be repaid, but the protagonist never does... unless they are in a dark series. Though I guess the rape would make it such there's a fine line nowadays with all the iseikai series dropping~ Still, if you don't eat or drink much... and I've already given bandages... I guess there isn't much else I can do..." she said seemingly blushing while being shy. Oh well, she wasn't really. No instead she was lifting her shirt and flashing this lad a prime view of her chest from up close. "I figured it'd only be fair if you saw them too, given you protected me and all~" she said with high amusement in her voice.

Meanwhile, Kokusei knew she was effectively holding Akira's attention even if he didn't understand the full depth of her words just yet. It was fine if he just wanted to be a bit more deviant. She also noted his lack of extra speech, she supposed so early on, he wasn't showing himself or maybe... he wasn't fully himself? Both were options she supposed, regardless of which way it went though... some things never changed. While Kokusei used her hand on Akira she left him an option... front-facing or back-facing when she decided to turn his face into a chair. What he came up with was, back-facing not much to he surprise. "Ehehe~ I knew that's what you'd say... always keep open that opportunity for a nice day~" she claimed with a special emphasis on the world nice. She shifted herself so that he could recline a bit more still keeping her hand moving up and down his cock. "Assume the position, and I'll take a seat~" she claimed with absolute certainty. If he wanted to die beneath the mounds of her ass she'd let him. He didn't have to know immediately that she definitely could have reached his cock regardless of the direction she was facing and would have, no... some things were best discovered in a moment.

Kazuhiko took his time to figure things out, seemingly to great effect. Over the course of his servicing, there was another flow of Kei's juices coating his tongue to maintain that slickened state acquired some minutes before. Just the same, Kei had more words to share. Was he actually so good at what he was doing? Frankly, Kazu didn't have a clue whether his efforts were good or bad in the grand scheme of things. He now had reason to believe Kei and the rest of her friends were having relations with their mentors, all of whom had been jointly married to a goddess for... presumably a very long time. It was only natural that Kazu believed himself the underdog in that situation. Still, his aim was to create the best experience possible by his own merit. It seemed Kei was trying to move away at some point. In that moment, he was torn. Would he let her escape, or would he commit to actual torture? Well... the latter was quite hard to resist, and there was still more to learn about his own abilities. With a sharp inhale, Kazu focused his mana similarly to reinforcement once more. Doing so was, just as he assumed, enough to strengthen the gravitational pull. If Kei wanted to escape, she'd have to make more than just some physical effort to do so. Moreover, she'd now have to deal with Kazu pressing his lips to her folds as if to make out with her undercarriage.

Xiao wasn't making any direct movements toward one eventuality or another. This was indeed Ichinose Chizuru's show. She may have wondered if he was switching from protagonist to teacher figure, but neither was really true. In the grand scheme of things, he was always the protagonist... but that wasn't information that could be revealed to anyone in this timeline ─ not that they'd understand the truth of it yet anyway. "This isn't my story, and I'm not your sensei. If anything, I'd take more of an executive role. Somewhere between producer and director," he claimed. Regarding his repayment, Xiao wanted nothing material. In fact, the real way he would be helping Chizuru had yet to even begin. She had no further ideas after hearing that he didn't care for food and drink, but still seemed keen to repay him somehow. The blush she wore was interesting and quite good... but so obviously false, if only because Xiao knew her future and many, many variants across the multiverse. Even with her lifted shirt revealing her breasts as a form of 'fairness', Xiao saw through to something else. He looked directly into her bosom, but remained mostly unmoved. "Is that what it is? Fair? I actually agree. That's not your reason though, is it? If you've got the gumption to take your shirt off so easily, take the mask off too," he demanded.

While Xiao was making demands, Akira was soon to be at the mercy of one. First came Kokusei hinting at the very reason his choice was made. A glimmer of hope shone in Akira's eyes the instant he realized the thought could even cross this woman's mind. "Well... yeah. I can't miss an opportunity if it comes," he concurred. The strange amount of insight she had to his mentality was worth questioning, but there was no room for questions now. No, now Akira was being told to assume the position. With that, he nodded before easily leaning himself back. For someone who could barely move the past couple of days, Akira was experiencing a lot more 'action' than ever before. Life was so strange. . .

Kazuhiko took his time to figure things out, while Kei was the person who had these methods tested on her. She found herself incapable of escape as Kazuhiko exerted gravity and storm against her loins. Though every girl had a mentor who was indeed married to a goddess, every male in that group had their own specialization, which was likely why Kei had a full understanding of BDSM at base. Regardless, what she wasn't used to, was this pleasant kind of torture. Ah, but she was learning something else, the shift to sadism came with a lack of mobility. She'd tried to crawl away, but was practically glued to Kazuhiko's face. He made out with her loins directly keeping her pulled in with gravity somehow. This use of magic would have the girl still sitting on his face, moaning her heart's content. "What kind of magic is this?!" she questioned through a moan. Of course, this lad would do something like that... ah, but now that it was happening she couldn't help but stay in place. She should be figuring out how to give herself freedom, but... surrendering was technically always an option. That was one of her early lessons. She could always strike again.

At the same time, Chizuru was receiving some specific information about the nature of Xiao and his involvement in her life. He wasn't transitioning from protagonist to sensei. Instead he claimed to be something more akin to a producer or a director. "Producer or Director, huh... I could see it. Calm, impassive, a little brooding, full of forth wall breaking information~" she said almost playfully. Of course, she would continue casually pointing out the oddity of speaking with this man, and had the innate feeling that he didn't take offense to it. Ah, but there was something else he did take offense to, she was playing the appreciative victim. Moving towards some kind of equivalency with ehr savior. She'd shyly shown her chest, and in a manner where such a thing should have worked... she received, objective criticism. If she would show her tits for fairness she should drop her mask. A slight shift occurred in Chizuru's face in that moment. She thought this man spoke like he had insider information but it wasn't just that... he knew her in a way that most couldn't have. She'd never had her face called out in such an obvious way before. "Eh? I didn't think I'd be called out today, hehehe~" she said shifting gently. Well, she wasn't going to put her shirt back on and if a demand could be made, she supposed it'd be easy to just be herself. It was like a mask was pulled off her face literally, the light in her eye shifted, the way she held her jaw changed even the way she smiled seemed to hint at something more devious and calculating but also... just a little bit unhinged. "What do you get out of seeing me this way? Were you just curious? Or did you already know before we met? Or is this just a matter of enjoying the crazy~" she asked in a rapid fire manner while leaning in and studying his face from way too close a distance. Something odd was afoot here, and it was almost more pressing to figure it out than it was to keep up the act in the first place.

While Chizuru unmasked herself, it would seem that little hints of Akira were peeking through. He claimed he couldn't miss an opportunity if it presented itself, and Kokusei kne whim to have that sort of attitude. Though there was something a little odd about its current presentation. "Closed mouths don't get feed, and sheep don't get to choose their meals~" she said with that same lightly cryptic manner she'd been speaking in the entire time. Still, she moved into position after he lowered himself. That gloved hand of hers, shifted as she look the position of putting her knees near his head hovering split tights and glistening loins over his head. The massive mounds of her cheeks would be closing in on his vision as she sat herself on his face with only a bit of ceremony. Depending on his senses, he'd taste something but it would never taste 'bad' in the traditional sense. Sweet, lightly floral or fruity depending on his understanding. But... that was simply the nature of her being. Just the same her hand would continue the assault on his cock. Would she be taking it into her own mouth... well, that'd mostly be up to him and his performance.

Yet again, there was a question Kazu had no ability to answer. He'd be completely incapable of saying what sort of magic was in use, as it was something he didn't even know himself capable of... until it happened once. Technically, he had no such ability until earlier this day. When asked about it by Kei, he looked over her pelvis seeking eye contact. A shrug would accompany that look as he slurped at her loins no differently than one would take an oyster from its shell. Given the way gravity was forcing her juices to collect on his tongue, the transition wasn't too different either. Ah, and there was yet another bonus. Since he'd been indulging for so long, the strength of kiwi flavor had essentially become married to his tongue. Kazu no longer felt the danger of being overwhelmed by flavor, so the pace of his tongue was able to increase over time.

All the while, Xiao stared blankly at Chizuru, seemingly to no end. Glances at her chest were taken occasionally; a nice rack was always worth appreciating and always difficult to look away from. More interesting though, was the shift in her expression upon being addressed as the 'pretender' she was. Xiao knew her mannerisms better than anyone in this world could by now ─ even better than anyone would for quite a long time. "You can't hide from everyone. Don't worry though. It takes a certain kind of person to see through your disguise, and those people... aren't real. Not really," he said. A bit of cryptic speech aside, Chizuru wondered what he got out of seeing her 'unmasked' state. There were technically many answers, but the way she phrased the initial question was worth a question of its own. "You mean your real personality, or your tits?" he asked through the most serious face ─ one that didn't budge no matter how close Chizuru got to it. "Honesty. That would be the main reason. If you're going to do something, don't give me a false reason. You didn't lift your shirt in the spirit of fairness. You're not even completely sure why you did it, but it was just because you wanted to. Even this conversation is a farce for you, isn't it?" he asked as if the answer was known long, long ago.

Closed mouths don't get fed, claimed Kokusei. What was Akira meant to take from that? Perhaps any desired act of service from her was something he had to make known before she acted? She did seem to lean in the direction of the 'no nonsense' archetype. Another gleam crossed his eyes. His expression remained mostly serious, or perhaps... it was becoming more so over time. "Wouldn't your meal be the topic we're discussing?" he asked in an almost sarcastic manner. Ah, but there was something of great importance serving as a brief interruption to the conversation. Kokusei was on the move, her ass consuming more of Akira's vision in the next few moments. In a matter of seconds, he could see nothing but the whole of her undercarriage and the roundness of her rear. Just then, there was a smirk on Akira's face. "Mine is already settled," he added to the previous clause. Without further ado, Akira was... quite recklessly burying his whole lower face in Kokusei's crotch. It seemed as if he wasn't sure if it was a thing to lick, a thing to sniff, or a thing to orally inhale... so of course he was doing all three. Whatever he thought of it in those first few seconds, obviously it was another saving grace from hospital food.

Kei was being subjected to magic she didn't understand. Imagine her surprise at finding out that Kazuhiko didn't know what it was either. Apparently, he was truly the type to just try something... and this became obvious when she looked down into his face and caught sight of a shrug in response to her question. He'd not slowed down at all, nor had he tried to draw himself away from her loins. It seemed he was content to ingest and she would simply be one who had to keep going. Ah, but it wasn't only that, he'd seemed to be gaining a second wind, his tongue moving even faster as if he had nothing but recklessness in his soul. "Aaah~ That's not a real answer~" she moaned in frustration but also in pleasure. Well, if she couldn't get away, it was best to sink... she found her hands running through his hair instead enjoying the fluffy texture as her hips began to move on their own. A bit of swearing would escape her, in addition to a bit of a ringing endorsement of Kazuhiko's skills as she orgasmed, "Chert, eto i pravda mozhet byt' luchshim kreslom na svete..." she moaned her content. This young man was far too good at something like this, and in the moment Kei found a sort of service she'd likely never turn down.

At the same time, Xiao was looking unnervingly calm. Her entire façade shattered in front of his face and he still didn't even flinch. Most would have found it.. unsettling the switch in personality that Chizuru just performed, even without it being totally obvious what happened. She'd seen the look alone upset people, so imagine her surprise when Xiao kept his composure. He claimed she couldn't hide from everyone, but her own experience said otherwise... she'd managed to hide even from those she wanted to show herself to... "Sou desu..." she murmured softly while studying his visage. Meanwhile, she'd asked what he got out of seeing her, and he wanted to know if she meant her tits or her real personality, "Kwahaha!~" she laughed first because it was the most natural reaction, the way she would have simply if she'd been joking around herself. "Everyone likes titties that isn't rocket science or anything," she said only to pause. "No, amendment, the only people that don't like titties are flat-chested insecure girls... everyone else likes titties!" she said with firmness. Of course, what she actually wanted to know was what he got out of seeing her personality, honesty was the answer. A deeper explanation came but as she studied his face, she couldn't see him lying. He acted as if he knew her, better than she might have even known herself. "Ding ding!~ You win~" she said hands up in the air causing a shift in her chest once more. "I am just doing what felt right to the part, the words also felt right... farce might be a bit too strong a word for this though... I am just playing... Though the exact purpose of continuing without the mask is a bit lost on me, being myself is odd~" she said but still there wasn't any movement to cover herself, she felt nothing resembling shame.

Kokusei was treated to something she'd not heard in quite a while, a bit of sarcasm from Akira. "Yeah, my meal is the one being discussed, but I have some specific tastes~" she claimed with a straight face. The truth of the matter was, she wouldn't take a meal that wouldn't be worthwhile. So she was essentially doing her due diligence and preparing her meal properly. Of course, said meal seemed content to do something rather strange. She'd expected a bit of caution but there wasn't a thought of that from Akira's end. After having her rear settle over his head, he seemed to take to his consumption of her core immediately. He literally inhaled, staring off in a way that Kokusei remembered him to be. It was startling for him to go at it that way. It'd been her intention to ease him into it. "Are? I thought someone fed you earlier today~" she mused in a teasing fashion, while taking a moment to peek over her own shoulder at the top of the boy's head. Not knowing what to expect after such an aggressive first taste.

In all honesty, Kazu didn't have a real answer to give. Kei might eventually speak with Miko or Saika, or perhaps even meet other members of the Peers. In doing so, she had a chance of learning that what she currently experienced was no different than a long and growing list of random sword skills, combat or adventure techniques. At times, Kazu just... did things. When they worked out and were repeatable, he incorporated them into his repertoire. With her fingers slipping into his hair and a line spoken in Russian about what a high-quality chair he was making, this technique was marked as a success. So then... naturally, he'd continue. There was still the matter of that slight sadism streak, and the accompanying decision that he wouldn't be stopping until his current partner reached a breaking point ─ whatever sort of break that happened to be. Actually, the mystery and joy of finding out how she snapped in the end may have been the primary factor for his antics. . .

Upon hearing Xiao's initial question, Chizuru... laughed. His eyes averted once more then; he wasn't going to miss the bounce of her bare chest during that bout of laughter. By the time it was over, Chizuru claimed there was only one type of person who didn't have a thing for women's breasts. "They probably like them too. Covetousness leads to a false sense of hatred," he declared. Moving on, it seemed Xiao was correct in his assertion about the lass. He knew as much; it had never been an assumption from his end. As for her lost state when progressing without the aforementioned mask... well, that was part of Xiao's purpose as well. "If you're going to walk around in a mask all the time, you should be ready for it to come off. The real you is bleeding through your actions like just now, right? Then shouldn't your real face be following that same dogma? It all boils down to what you want to do anyway. Isn't that how you finally locked-in that relationship of yours?" he asked, almost seeming genuinely curious. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if some things other than her name were different in this timeline.

Kokusei allegedly had some specific tastes. She did seem the bougie type. Akira's interpretation of the matter was that he'd have to prove himself. Perhaps then, he could earn the 'reward' of mutual foreplay. Irrespective of that, Akira became a man on a mission the moment Kokusei's loins were in striking range. He attacked with voracity, lapping and sucking like her crotch was his only true source of nutrients. Frankly, Akira didn't intend such a ravenous approach at all... but it felt right. Well, it was right for the first few moments. Like having a late reaction to spicy foods, however, Akira soon halted entirely. He'd taken in an incomprehensible mass of mana, something he couldn't even conceptualize in its base form. Though he had no clue what was happening or what to do, his body froze before seizing. His soul knew the only viable answer, though: eject. In the strangest turn of events, Akira managed to blow his load openly after performing only a few measly seconds of cunnilingus. Only upon doing that did his body manage to move again. All the while, he was moaning and gurgling into Kokusei's folds as if he were drowning and suffocating simultaneously. What was happening? He didn't know, but he hated no part of it!

Kei couldn't currently ask anyone about Kazuhiko's nature. Perhaps this was her own fault, for not doing a deeper dive into the lad when she decided to pursue him. Or maybe she could blame Miko for leaving out important details. Regardless of where blame fell, she was having such a good time, she could do nothing but enjoy the good time she was having. Her words were mixing, and so were her languages. She'd been maintaining some of her emotional stability for a good long while, but it couldn't hold out. No, the longer this lad worked her over she came undone. She started to get a hollow type of feeling with each of her orgasms, one that demanded a filling of a different variety. Something most came to understand about penetration in the long term, was the satisfaction of climax reached with something firm buried deep within the body. Thinking of that even while he lapped at her loins at an increasing pace and she moved her hands in his hair made her groan. Instead of a softening, there was a rather sudden plea, very different from her normally bossy demeanor. "Ka-sen, I need you inside me... you've eaten enough!~" she pleaded. Something which sounded more like those softly uttered desires of other languages she spoke, instead of the personality she put forth for her own psyche.

At the same time, Chizuru, was learning of her own tells, or rather what she should be going for instead of simply remaining masked at all times. But first her laughter would draw his attention down to her chest, she smirked holding finger guns in front of her chest. "Made ya' look!~" she teased. Whatever the case, before then another amendment. That the flat-chested also liked boobs, they simply managed to be jealous of women and covetousness had some interesting likeness to hate. "Oh? You might be right... I have to work that in somewhere!~" she chimed, happily. These little insights, were helping her build the next character, and giving credence to some thoughts she already had about other situations. He noted her real self bleeding through, like the showing of her chest just a few moments prior. He also seemed curious about her nature, how she'd gotten her relationship and seemed at least to know a bit. "A little... I could have assumed it was just because I showed myself earlier though..." she mused about her actions bleeding through. "I saw him but he hadn't seen me yet... that was a point of fairness and an expression of choice. And well... me shooting shots with a rocket launcher from point blank range~" she mused. Today had still been such a good day. "Heheh~ It does help that he got into a tussle with Truck-chan and couldn't run and get himself ensnared again. I could start without breaking the character first... it was a great set up and a grand reveal!~" she said running her hands over her face, a quick shift from the crazy girl with confused light in her eyes. To... a happy and shy nerd with way too much time invested into watching anime and hentai. She masked and unmasked repeatedly for a few seconds, before settling back into her crazy self. While those switches happened she thought about it, the difference between who she was, and who she was playing was essentially up to her... the line could cross and nothing had to change, the stage was the most important thing, but characters came and went always.

At the same time, a very interesting thing happened as Akira went about the start of his feast. Kokusei got to watch as the las began devouring her as if he'd not eaten all day. Such was semi-normal as an experience, but he shouldn't have been capable of properly digesting the kind of mana the girl had within her body. Even thought his form was far from one of her absolute strongest, it was still far more lively than his broken human form. The actions taken to make up for it were interesting to witness, as the lad she sat atop immediately ejected the mana within his own body. Causing a spalsh of his fluids across the front of her body and down his cock once more as if he'd been building up for days. It was such a crazy thing to witness she couldn't help but laugh. "Ehehehe!~ Too much too soon? You could always slow down... I'm a special kind of girl, you'll get addicted if you take it like that~" she claimed as if becoming addicted to performing oral service was a distinct possibility. Still, she could feel him breathing and trying to catch up, so she would wiggle her hips along his face, she'd rub her crotch against him leaving him space to take breaths but also keeping up her own amusement.

Whatever number of minutes had passed, it seemed Kei had enough of Kazu's abuses. She'd been atop his face for quite some time. By now, he'd taken enough of her mana to claim his daily water intake. Kei reached her breaking point however, and hers seemed more on the dere side than the amount of tsun he could expect of someone like Angelica. He'd easily call it adorable if it weren't so titillating as well. Regardless, all he had to do then was cease the channeling of his own mana, releasing Kei of his mouth's gravity. In doing so, he was free to speak after a long time. "Whew! That was awesome! Really strong at first... but wow!" he said first and foremost. "Alright, Boss! How's it gonna be?"

With Xiao's eyes on her chest again, Chizuru decided to make a big deal of the moment. Indeed, he'd been caught looking. What else was he supposed to do? "Mm," he mumbled as if unconcerned. Xiao's primary interest seemed to be the backstory of Ichinose Chizuru for now. She and Akira had many different starts to their relationship across various realities, some more consistent than others. This one was the grand reveal and forceful approach, which he did recognize from another universe. "Sou ka. Sounds like only a single step in the right direction. You should have your work cut out for you. Breaking and entering isn't the same as making a home. You could find someone else settling in if things go south. Or, given what you're obviously willing to do, you've got an equal chance of realizing there's something you're more excited about out there," he rambled. At this point, Xiao was just playing the poking game. His every word was meant to place little thoughts or ideas into Chizuru's head, if only to prod her brain one way or another... or perhaps just to see what direction she took each clause in. After all, it was usually just a random joyride with her in the end.

Akira's overload wasn't done as quickly as he thought. The 'flush' forced by his soul restored some feeling to his body, but it was all wrong. His legs and arms were asleep to an extreme, somewhat painful extent. His breathing wasn't stabilizing properly even with Kokusei's movements allowing him some moments to draw air. She warned that he should slow down lest an addiction be formed, but the sensation that he'd been electrocuted already proved lacking as a proper deterrent. Why would he care about being addicted? After a few gasps, the mentality Akira had on the matter would be shared. "If I'm addicted, do I get more?" he asked. Without waiting around for an answer, he was diving right back in. The functionality of his limbs was something Akira could just worry about later. Here and now, he'd rather acquaint his tongue with the purple-haired woman's groin... even if his return trip involved the tip of his nose prodding her anus.

Kei was tormented for as long as she could. Her breaking point was a bit soft, but she'd gotten her point across. Imagine her surprise when the gravity afflicting her core was finally released and that gentle throbbing was left as she relaxed finally. Ah, but with the release of his tongue, came Kazuhiko's voice once more. He'd been quiet aside from the noises of consumption which had taken over his life. It was actually quite odd to hear a voice not her own. Still she received compliments as she backed away from his face, "Hm..." she murmured not sure of how to react at all, only to hear a peculiar sentence. "YOU ACTUALLY SAID IT!" she flustered only to cough really quickly. "Hmphf, well since you asked... we could hop over to the cave... I made a hammock there, I thought it'd be nice," she offered, beginning to head over to the next spot, and gathering up her web after he picked up his phone to move their stuff to the other side, knowing she could trust him to get there on his own.

While that set moved on, there was a small idea brewing in the back of Chizuru's mind. One which was gently encouraged by Xiao even though he didn't have a lot of natural reactions to work with. He really seemed so unbothered but general sex appeal did seem to be working now that her mask had been abandoned. Whatever the case, he equated her capture of the attention of Akira to breaking and entering. "Hehehe!~ I suppose I did kind of just sneak in... well, more like I blew the door off the bank vault," she said still in a decent humor. "I am willing to do quite a lot though... breaking a fake is among the more fun things I have planned~" she said still lightly bemused but something like murderous intent had crossed her mind when thinking about Nanami Mami. Ah but that wasn't the only thing being discussed. "Oh? Could I find something like that... I wonder?" she mused. "I don't change my mind that way, every often you know~" she mentioned while leaning in again. Well, she did choose to show this man her breasts, and she had offered updates to Akira which were going to be pretty odd. She planned to cuck him a bit regardless given she'd already specified the openness of their relationship... but would this sort of thing count the same way? "Are you more exciting?" she wondered earnestly. One finger rose to touch the mark on his forehead while the other seemed to be absently moving down his body as if she was giving him real consideration. He'd not seemed at alll interested so far... she'd seen no hints of a boner even in the predicatable sex scenes. Still, he did admit to appreciating boobies, as they were obviously presented. Maybe it would be...

At the same time, poor Akira was suffering from a sickness which wouldn't have been something to be explained to him. Taking in mana that was too dense for the body did indeed have some strange effects, the least of them being the potential addiction. He was warned of this possibility only to act in a way which was surprising but also so familiar. He questioned whether or not being addicted would get him more... she chuckled at his audacity. "Hehehe~ That's right, you get addicted and you get more~" she said as if it was amusing. Still there was the return of the movement of his face, his tongue and mouth in her loins and his nose moving back even to prod her anus a little. she wiggled her hips against him, pushing and enjoying the sensation. "Careful now~ getting me riled up is dangerous for you~" she claimed which was one of earnestness but also as most things that crossed her lips a challenge which she'd always issue.

Interestingly enough, Kazuhiko had spoken a phrase Kei may have wanted repeated from earlier... without thinking about the earlier moment. So casually did he address her as 'Boss' simply because he viewed her as the one in charge here. Kazu was here to do his best and earn favor, but only with Kei's reaction did he remember the earlier incident. "Huh?" he said aloud. 'Oh... right. That happened before,' he thought just afterwards. No matter; he wouldn't be prodding her fluster right now. A shift was on the agenda, and with newfound freedom Kazu found himself grabbing a twice-dropped phone and pulling himself together. Kei mentioned a hammock. For some reason, he felt that was something he'd done before... but surely it wasn't. Why did he have such a feeling? It didn't make sense, but Kazu wouldn't question oddities of that nature when something incredible was in the immediate future. No, he'd accompany Kei toward the cave she favored as the other venue for their nightly deviance, grinning and fully erect the whole way.

The gears of Chizuru's head were turning in the right direction. One had to take care with the crazier types like her; conversations could flip from flirts to murder plots in the span of two sentences. One such example was her obvious thought about Nanami Mami, her current rival in romance. That setup didn't change too much from one reality to another. If he didn't know more about Chizuru, he would have believed Mami's death would come... but no, there were far worse things likely to befall that young woman by this one's twisted mind. She'd do worse even to the target of her affections, but their relationship was a little unusual like that. For instance, the idea of making a cuckold of Akira was stewing in Chizuru's mind in the moment. The way she played with Xiao's suggestion that she could find 'better' than the other male gave away her train of thought, and her question for Xiao solidified it fully. Was he more exciting? 'Yes' wasn't enough of an answer, he decided while virtually ignoring the finger on his forehead. Her other hand could go where it pleased as well; it probably wouldn't be finding anything impressive through his clothes. In fact, Xiao kept himself underwhelming by design. "I wouldn't call it exciting. It'd be easier to say that's not something you should want to find out. The best comparison right now would probably be between a cup of water and... Neptune," he said with uncanny amounts of seriousness.

On Akira's end, warnings were apparently things to ignore. He didn't care about becoming addicted to Kokusei. The way he saw things, addiction was a testament to something's greatness. Too rare was a mind-break of the male perspective. If he had such an opportunity, wasting it would be criminal. Kokusei may have found his response funny, but addictions weren't a problem ─ withdrawals were. "Really?" he wondered after receiving her answer, unsure how much of it was sarcasm. Either way, Akira returned to his feast. He'd be taking things more slowly to no avail, still suffering an oozing ejaculation as he ingested, still losing functionality through the rest of his body. On the other hand, he had the boon of Kokusei moving her hips to further his feast. He didn't care about losing body functions. He didn't care about danger. He didn't even care about getting his nose caught in Kokusei's asshole, and actually leaned into the accident after realizing it. Akira said he couldn't miss a prime opportunity; this may have been the best example of his meaning.

Kei had been shocked but pleased to actually be called boss. It was very much within her oddities to enjoy that sort of thing, if only because she enjoyed being acknowledged for all her efforts. "Hmph, nothing..." she said quickly. Still, they'd find themselves in a cave behind a waterfall with a nice hammock set up. She pulled along the rest of their things within a bit of her own webbing but activtely would approach the hammock of choice taking a seat. Whatever oddity Kazuhiko felt about it, Kei had always wanted to do something like this, but her own mentor might not have been one for this sort of 'adventurousness'. As they made their way over, Kei noticed the man was beyond pleased, it was kind of cute, seeing him act as if he was having the best possible time. And it was oddly encouraging, "Sou.." she murmured coming to understand several things all at once. She'd slip under the water and jump for the hammock with childish excitement swinging just a bit while she rolled over onto her back and swayed gently. There was something fun about this, including the fact that with magical senses active some gently bioluminescent moss was present adding a strange bit of mood lighting to an otherwise dark cave. She'd not expected this when the step up had been made, but quite enjoyed it nonetheless. "Pretty..." she stated.

At the same time, Chizuru was being herself, who was... all over the place at base. Was she happy? Was she murderous? Was she horny? There was no telling, likely all of those things applied in a constantly shifting scale. Right at the moment a thought was lost, but a new one was rising. Cucking Akira seemed like a good welcome to the relationship present for someone she measured to be as filthy an individual as herself. She wondered of Xiao was more exciting and was met with an odd answer while she gave him a quick physical examination. What she found was high confidence as one hand came to rest against his knee. Once upon a time she would have used such a stance to play a game of chicken but as she was already topless it seemed almost dull as an idea. "Oya? Confidence is high... I mean I've seen you fight so faith in you how move..." she said with a grin. "But I wonder if it's something else..." she mused as her fingers casually walked up his left leg pressing on his thighs though his pants while actively looking for something. Well, no one liked being surprised by a little dick with high ego. Though she knew there was nothing she could do about it, given he was already in her apartment, she simply needed to know if there was going to be a need to fake it or not.

At the same time, Akira was busy... ignoring the advice he was given. Kokusei could imagine him thinking that becoming addicted to someone like her was okay so long as he would have access. She could see him making some odd claims, perhaps she'd heard them before. His question of really, in response to her claiming he could have more if he got addicted was about expected. "Hai hai, if I break your brain enough that you can't function without me... I'll make sure to keep you topped up~" Kokusei said with a certain amount of earnestness. For now however, she could continue helping along his expulsions. His face was moving around in her loins even his nose was nudging her rear hole and with everyone of those had her shaking herself against him repeatedly. All the while she was waiting, as he lost the ability to fully function a certain kind of light conversion was happening and once it reached the right ratio, she'd give him something else he wanted. A male mind break, a sixty-nine and sex beyond comprehension... it'd be fine for a lad who couldn't even more currently. Still, she couldn't do anything but respect his degeneracy, given how his nose notuched her rear hole while he didn't shy away from it.

Within an unexpectedly well-lit cave, Kazu took a moment to appreciate the scene. He was never one to stumble upon a new sight without enjoying it for a moment, but there was also an old saying of 'eyes on the prey, not the horizon,' ringing in his head in such moments. With that in mind, his appreciation of bioluminescent caves would be shelved for the afterglow. Kei was the focal point of this journey, and the focus she would remain. Kazu's line of sight straightened to find the lass swinging on a hammock of web, face-up. The thought of joining her in some sort of seated position crossed his mind, but for some reason... that felt repetitive. Such mental musings gave him the signs of an early headache, so he moved on swiftly and grabbed one end of the hammock to stabilize it. He'd be joining her there, but it would be from above... just before he realized it may have been a better idea to remove his clothes first. "... Shit. Hang on!" he said, fumbling around and pulling at the pieces covering his torso while trying to avoid flipping the hammock. "I swear I'm way cooler than this! I just forgot!"

Nothing about Xiao's demeanor had shifted since he first encountered Chizuru, bar a couple of pain reactions in the alley. What he had to say about his 'excitement' level, Chizuru took as a large quantity of confidence. It was almost funny. In all actuality, he was selling himself short. She hadn't seen him actually fight anyone, and she wouldn't see the true depth of his ability as a deviant for a very long time ─ at least not while surviving to gain comprehension of it. Whatever the case, her searching from his knee up wouldn't garner anything of interest. Fully flaccid, Xiao offered nothing more than the average man in this region of the world. That was by design and for his own amusement later, but Chizuru was likely to locate his balls at about the same time she found his cock. "And what's this? I just warned you against the type of thing you're doing. Throwing your life away again already?" he asked in all seriousness.

Meanwhile, Akira had all the information he needed. Forming an addiction would be no issue, as Kokusei would ensure he was placated through it. There wasn't a single loss in that clause! He could dive face-first into her undercarriage without concern. Well... he was already doing that anyway, but it now came with an uplifting feeling. Having an anus puckering around the tip of his nose was nothing strange to Akira. What was strange, was the fact that nothing smelled even of skin. No, something was... sweet? It seemed sweet. He'd definitely be finding out the truth of that soon enough, as a lubricated tongue was destined to eventually make its way up to encircle Kokusei's anus several times over. Yes, sweet was definitely what he was picking up ─ that much became obvious immediately.

This particular cave was rather interesting, Kei thought it was a great place to see and to be around. And she could tell by the pause that Kazuhiko took, that he was also enjoying it quite well. Ah, but soon enough he was locked in on her, and... he approached. He planned to join her from above, and she watched as he worked through something mentally. Ah, but it wouldn't just be that... soon he was claiming that he was normally more cool as he tried to strip after joining her and then ended up in the complicated situation of trying to strip and balance at the same time. "Hehehe!~" Kei giggled. "You've been nothing but cool all day, it's fine... I like the more normal moments too~" Kei expressed almost earnestly. She didn't expect anyone to be one way all the time. If nothing else, she was happy to see him fail a bit and not always have up a front, it gave her a better impression of him overall. She'd been through the low-level deceit of people like her human brother already, not to mention the pompousness of people Rindou. No... this was a much easier form of person to deal with... she knew this to be fact. And as such while he aimed to keep balanced she'd help him with the disrobing process and take the time to open her own obi and thus present herself in the openness of her yukata.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was learning that Xiao was an oddly consistent individual. He didn't flinch even as she physically examined him. He was so unbothered by her intrusion she might have found him interesting just for managing to keep a straight face for so long. Most would have shown annoyance or even been either encouraging or discouraging about the halfway mark up the leg..."Eh... you're probably great at chicken huh?" she asked seemingly amused. Once she reached the height of his leg she found a cock and balls, at about the average placement of such things for a Japanese man in his age range. "Obviously, I am finding out what kind of night I am having~" she claimed as if it made perfect sense... "I'm not throwing my life away... I'm having fun. Don't take it so seriously~" she mentioned. "Though I do wonder, if something like this is actually dangerous? I mean, it'll definitely grow some with a bit of work but it shouldn't be too scary. It's not my first rodeo or anything~" she mused. It wasn't even her first time getting into some darker things. Men who wwere allowed to use women's bodies as they pleased tended to go a bit far, so long as they had an understanding it wouldn't be too bad. "Or is it the kind of danger that needs a safe word... you really gotta be up front about that sort of thing, Xiao-kantoku~" she said in a manner most teasing. Well, he seemed to understand her well enough that she could get away with a more normal line of speech anyway.

At the same time, Kokusei was learning exactly how deviant Akira could be so early in his life. She'd offered to keep him if he became addicted and he'd basically doubled down on his decision. This in and of itself was crazy, but also pretty standard for the sorts of individuals they'd been in contact with recently. Ah, well, it was fine for him to be this way, expected even, what wasn't expected however, was a tongue which left her loins and would then be found circling her back door several times over. He had a human constitution. He thought there was truth to the phrase, 'Everybody poops.' and yet, she felt the circling of her rear as if he knew there was only goodness to find there. "Oh, so all in on the start of an addiction just includes a rimjob. For free... it's a weekday~" she mused aloud. Oh well, if he was going to do it, she definitely wouldn't stop him. No, instead she'd simply move her hips on his face more a little moan escaping her lips. She always did enjoy this sort of thing, that warm wet tongue was always an encouraging thing.

According to Kei, Kazu had been cool this entire time. He didn't think a moment like this really counted, but he was also in no position to argue with someone helping him disrobe. "If you say so..." he replied. By the time Kazu had nothing on his torso, he was able to witness the open yukata of Kei. Well, there was no further use of hesitation, but... a quick reach for his phone was all but necessary with such a view. There was something about the disheveled look Kazu found himself appreciating. "Woah. One sec!" he pleaded. If he managed a quick photo or three in that moment, he'd be discarding the phone once again before reaching down to gently take the girl's thighs. A spread was necessary, and joined by the light sway of that hammock. All the while, his erection was looming over Kei's pelvis and torso as if comparing itself to her form.

Xiao was, and would remain, virtually unmoved. He didn't care that Chizuru was accosting him for deviant purposes; that was part of the original plan anyway. As for being great at playing chicken, though... she wasn't wrong. "Don't play chicken with dragons," he said as casually as he'd said anything else thus far. Chizuru thought she was finding out what sort of night she'd be having. Alas, her current approach would give her the exact wrong impression of the future. For the sake of a discussion that didn't involve any foreknowledge though, Xiao responded as any normal person would. "And how do you think you'll do that? Cucking your almost-boyfriend with a guy you just met? You won't have any interest in Kurusu if you do that," he warned. There remained a strange amount of seriousness in Xiao's words despite what he seemed to be working with. Nevertheless, he did have one more note for Chizuru. "Not that it matters to me. You'll want a safe word, but not for the reasons you think. Pick one. Pick a whole sentence. It doesn't make a difference either way."

Speaking of things that made no difference, the state of Kokusei's anus was such a thing for Akira himself. He was the type of man who did whatever felt right. Though most would consider it strange for anyone to think licking someone's asshole was the 'right' decision by any stretch of the imagination, he was only vindicated by the act itself. A bit of rimming persisted with the occasional prod. During that first little slip, he felt... better. Akira could have sworn some feeling returned to his limbs. If nothing else though, that odd event of continuous oozing had yet to cease. Still, it felt fine ─ better than before, even. He could no longer care about ruined sheets or anything else of that nature. The plan at present was... apparently walking headlong into a chosen addiction.

"I did say so..." Kei claimed haughtily. Of course she would do so... he'd been one of the coolest males she'd ever encountered in her life. She even found what he thought of as his less cool moments to be just the same because they kept him from feeling... disingenuous. So, here and now she finished helping him out of his clothes and opened up her own. It was apparently a visual worth seeing so he paused for a few pictures. It was an odd thing to note, she could have been annoyed by the interruption of it, and felt that under different circumstances she might have been. But Kazuhiko made everything sound so exciting... he wanted to see it. He thought it was cool, he'd snap a few pictures, a blush came to her face as she internalized the idea that he felt her worthy of this sort of extra even if she knew her own attractiveness to have it so genuinely appreciated at every turn was... pleasing. "Well, I already said you could have more pictures... take them as you please~" she expressed. Ah and after a few pictures were taken she was soon still lying atop the hammock with Kazuhiko looming over her. His tool outside her body but still seeming to measure up against her. That first little rock would come with a shift and her legs being spread. There was so much surety in Kazuhiko's movements, she couldn't help but be a bit awestruck. She reached up her hands taking up residence against his shoulders as she all but invited him inside her person, well that wasn't entirely true. "Come on..." she urged softly.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was hearing a phrase she'd never heard before, said like an old saying one would expect from a previous generation elder. "Oh? A dragon huh? I could see it~" she said still teasing. She wouldn't be playing chicken with anyone, without fully intending to commit to the action. As such she did exactly that, getting a feel for a fairly normal member. "Yeah, that was the general plan..." she said about cucking Akira, it was already a thing present on her list to do. The claim that she'd not want him any more was quite frankly almost more exciting than anything else. How was this man going to make something like that happen? What kind of craziness did he have going on? Why shouldn't she take a leap... "You keep saying that like it's a negative and it's not... how am I supposed to let a potential non-violent bad end slip past me. Mind-breaks that don't involve controlled substances are hard to come by. I might even have a real reaction... it'll be great!~" she claimed as if the thought alone were exciting enough. And what was more... there was a claim she could have a safe word, or a whole sentence. "Oh? Katto~" she said about her safe word of choice. Clear, concise and to the point.

At the same time, Kokusei was busy expericing the fun of an unexpected rimjob. What was more, after he started Akira didn't seem to want to want to stop. Of course, she wasn't going to be the one to stop him, especially not while she watched his body catch up to nearing the right place. It seemed that one of those oddities of digestion was making itself known. Those who leaned towards a certain side of the spectrum always came with a few interesting tastes. She figured such a thing was a natural instinct to one like him and as such she'd let him continue. Once that expulsion of his reached an appropriate mana saturation to give his cock a proper cleaning, she bent forward, allowing her mouth to enclose his cock, her tongue would swirl and little moans would escape her. Magical pressure and density and heat would compress his cock a bit but she'd be sucking that same cock clean while doing so. Making sure he reached the back of her throat when she began swallowing properly. If a sixty-nine was what he wanted, she'd make sure he got one, even if his target was her ass and not her loins initially. She didn't mind it very much either way.