Charles Patricius

Something was... strange. Something was... unquestionably familiar, and oh so foreign all at the same time. Hiruko gave only a passing explanation of Shota's exploits, but what that did to Sakura's psyche was palpable. He'd been periodically looking at the girl all this time. Suddenly, he saw a very different person behind that unmarred and otherwise innocent visage. "Huh. You've got one too," he mused absently. She still didn't reek of anyone with a murderous history, but the will was there more clearly than ever. Hiruko saw that sort of expression in a very specific group of people ─ a group who killed as frequently as he schemed, with no remorse for their actions. He got the feeling that if Sakura killed Shota, she'd actually be disappointed before anything else. "For the record, my goal here is to keep him alive," he stated.

Well, that was probably a non-issue. It didn't matter for now anyway, as both parties were content to further entertain themselves and one another instead. In fact, Sakura wanted to know if his pictures were desired in her current bikini, or some form of new lingerie. Both options were exciting in their own way. A bath was not on his agenda after earlier, but... he did have some ideas. "Well, if you're taking a bath anyway... how about both? I already went for a wash right before Shocchi left, but I'd gladly keep my new associate from being lonely in there. Maybe a before, during and after shoot? I don't think I've ever done one like that before. You seem like you'll be full of surprises♥~" he flirted in return. "And who knows? Maybe I'll give up and decide I need another bath anyway~" With that said, Hiruko was already finishing another glass and topping off his and Sakura's once more. He'd then be acting as an escort toward a large, onsen-style bathroom that was even optionally exposed to the outside via a mobile ceiling. He even took the alcohol with him, intending to have at least one more drink to keep the buzz going.

The shift in Sakura's face or psyche was something she was used to happening only in a specific context. Today would be the first day Sakura felt such a shift for a non-sexual reason, but that was a bad thing. "I have one what?" she wondered honestly. She didn't know what her face looked like to anyone else most of time and she truly only reacted naturally to most things, though most didn't activate her emotions like that. Beyond that point, Hiruko seemed to interpret murderous or at least dangerous intent from whatever he saw in Sakura in the moment. He even clarified that his purpose here was to keep Kakihara alive, "Hehe~" she giggled. "That's my goal too," she admitted. Her own philosophy might not fit in this world but she'd still share it. "Death is a gift, and I have no intention of giving it," she specified. She had no desire to kill Kakihara Shota presently, she wanted him to suffer. He deserved to suffer... for causing harm to someone else, for being a trash version of a demon and for daring to think himself remotely comparable to Kimura Kazuhiko.

Moving on, there was something more pressing on her current agenda and it was... both kinds of image since she was going to take a bath. "Oh? That sounds pretty fun," she said of the kind of photos he wanted to take. He'd also be keeping her company in the bath and poured her an additional drink which she accepted while he lead the way to the bath. He was such an honest flirt and she quite enjoyed talking with him. The truth of the matter was, Sakura was only being given more reason to enjoy her time with Hiruko the longer they spoke to each other. She picked up her bags on the way back so she could pick lingerie. "I'm sure you could enjoy a bath with me if you wanted, at the very least it'll definitely be worth your while to keep me company~" Sakura offered a wink towards the man while she sipped her own drink. She'd let him choose the backdrop for his images and be prepared to pose for him while looking over the bath. "Oh? These are like home, nice~" she said of the bath.

Disturbingly enough, Sakura fully intended to keep Shota alive. He knew what that meant. For someone who hadn't already put a thousand people in body bags, Sakura had already reached a level of sinister that only a few seasoned killers he knew frequently reached. Hiruko was right to call her dangerous ─ more right than he even knew at the time. Oh well; some extensive torture may have been exactly what Shota needed. He'd once heard as much from a few killers local to this area. . .

Whatever Sakura intended in detail, he wouldn't bother finding out just yet. Drinks and merriment went hand-in-hand, so he'd leave it that way while climbing a flight of stairs and traversing a hall toward the bathroom. Hiruko was surprised this even made it on Shota's list; it was much more his own style than expected. According to Sakura, this setup was also similar to her home's baths. That was strange to hear. "Are you from Oita, Sakucchi?" he wondered aloud. At the same time, he slid out a stool to sit upon. One more sip of cognac was taken as he readied his phone and kept a close eye on Sakura's body. Now that he had a better angle, there was a lot to appreciate... quite literally everywhere from head to toe. "Damn. Now that I'm seeing from this angle, I don't know if my camera can do this any justice. Well... that won't stop me from trying~"

The torture of Kakihara Shota was on a list of things to do for Sakura, but at the top of that list of things to do, was Hiruko. A baht and merriment, pictures and a few moments of fun, drinking and sex would be happening long before vengeance was enacted against Kakihara. In the meantime, talk of the origin of Sakura were being discussed. Context clues said that whatever Oita was on this side, it had the hot spring style baths she was more adjusted to using back home. How interesting that so many places were pieces of her own home, Munetsuchi must have been mirrored in an odd way in this world. She'd have to ask Saori about it in more detail later. "Iia, though I assume they have nice hot springs~" she said. She likely couldn't properly explain where she was from and he had no reason to believe or understand her without evidence which she couldn't currently provide aside from some very strange pictures.

An uttered swear came from Hiruko as he seated himself. It seemed that the change in angle had changed his perspective. He was looking at her body and appreciating its form in quite the flirty manner. Since his phone was ready, she struck a few poses. "I'm sure it'll be fine, Hirrun~" Sakura flirted with the man. Her legs spread apart with her body partially bent over she smiled into the camera shifting around to reveal her body. She'd give Hiruko a show while she removed pieces of her bikini. She'd make sure to turn and give him all kinds of angles to see her flesh from as she undid strings, belts and rolled down those thigh highs. She'd slowly be revealing more and more flesh all the while occasionally making eye contact and offering Hiruko whatever expressions came naturally to her face. For him, they were smiles of various degrees of intensity and flirty little winks.

It was easy to begin wondering if Sakura was from the Oita prefecture, known for its onsen, but that was apparently not the case. Oh well; it wasn't as if they couldn't exist anywhere else. He did figure, however, that she'd enjoy the trip to that area if she was a fan of baths like this one. "They're known for their springs for a reason. If you've got a travel list, add it," he suggested.

Speaking of suggestions, Hiruko didn't even have to make one for Sakura to begin showing a repertoire of picture-perfect poses. He was quite used to some conversation taking place beforehand, but there was something refreshing about the confidence she showed to just begin without prompting. Of course, he was ready to begin snapping, utilizing years of experience to perfectly time each pause in conjunction with the various expressions Sakura revealed. "Ho? That's more than I imagined, Sakucchi. I know girls who live for the camera that don't pose so easily. It's good energy; you're gonna make my camera fall in love♥~" he praised. Truly, this was a shockingly pleasant turn of events. Where Sakura learned to manage such a mature form of sex appeal, he didn't know, but he was glad to see the results.

According to Hiruko, Oita was a place known for hot springs and if she had a travel list, she should add this place to it. She was compiling a list of activities for the purpose of bonding with her new friends, perhaps the girls and Kazuhiko would enjoy such a thing. "Hm, I hadn't considered such a list, but I was looking for more places to visit with my friends. I'll add it and keep a list," she stated. "Arigatou," she thanked the man pleasantly for his added helpfulness. She'd be having some fun with all that information later, for now she was content to have fun with Hiruko.

And their fun currently involved the random poses and stripping she was doing out of that ridiculous bikini. As she took off her clothes and offered the man what was natural to her existence, she gained encouragement. "You're good energy~" she deflected. "All that talk is very encouraging... I do like it," she said a slight shift in her gaze occurred as the top string of her bikini came loose. It was only natural to use a hand to cover herself while it fell. And more natural still to reveal the flesh beneath it as she slid her shorts down her now unmarred hips. Still, those casual looks towards Hiruko would continue as her fingers found those strings on her hips and she tugged them playfully before discarding them. By all accounts of her own observations this did quite a bit for Hiruko and if she'd been less confident it would have done quite a bit for her as well. Still, she was already making an effort in his case, and once she was naked she grabbed a stool and began the process of washing up with her back to him. If he wanted pictures he was allowed them, if he wanted a reel full of images of her at these various instances of her bathing he could have them. She pulled her hair up off her neck wrapping it into a quick bun before any washing would begin.

"Hai hai. If you ever need a recommendation, let me know~" Hiruko added. He traveled quite frequently for one reason or another. Never one to avoid the chance of a good time, he always found room to enjoy a trip ─ even a work-related one. Surely Sakura would enjoy a place known for its hot springs; it was almost a cultural obligation for some individuals.

Currently, Hiruko was beginning to feel some obligations of his own. Sakura moved in a manner unexpected for a casual photoshoot. What she gave was a full striptease, seeming to keep a reasonable enough pace for photographs... but also a reasonable pace for a video. Luckily for Hiruko, he was able to record and take pictures at the same time. "I hit record for video. Hope that's alright~" he said. Apparently, he was also a source of good energy. Whether Sakura gained encouragement or vindication from his words, he wasn't certain, but he'd keep them coming if they weren't a bother. Just the same, Hiruko would soon enough be tugging on his pants leg as if to make room for his growing erection. By the time Sakura was topless and pulling down her shorts, he was mere centimeters from becoming a lost cause. Of course he was going to keep taking pictures of her from behind when she sat in that stool; it was all too much to pass up. "I don't know who made you, but they must have broken the mold. I have to admit something. . ." he mused while rising from his own stool, stepping forward to get a better angle for his next picture.

"I will, I like going new places," she said happily. If someone could give her ideas of places to visit she'd make sure to do so. The large group of young women they were growing would need some activities and she wanted bonding with everyone to the degrees they were comfortable with, so she'd keep in mind any suggestions that aligned with any of their interests, when she learned them.

Just the same, Sakura continued her movements until she was naked and seated upon a stool to begin washing. Of course, she wasn't being innately sexual as she began this process, but the whole bathing process did a bit of heavy lifting for sexualizing itself, especially if one was already in such a mood. Sudsy water would find itself on her flesh and though she was technically clean from head to toe, she still enjoyed the sensations. "It's fine for you, just send me a copy when you get my number. I do like to watch things~" Sakura mentioned in a flirty manner. True as it was, Sakura was definitely something of a voyeur and would watching a lot of things and be pleased by the experience. And those word choices of Hiruko's were still doing work. By the time her soapy sponge found its home against lush thighs, she was being given a compliment the likes of which made true happiness shine in her eyes. "Ah, that's a real compliment. Arigatou gouzaimasu, Hirrun♥!~" she said as she turned back to look over her shoulder at him. "What are you admitting?" she asked quizzically, still that didn't stop her eyes from tracing his form and seeing that which was hardening in his pants leg. 'Micchan has exquisite instincts.' she thought wondering how the girl managed to find such a man without trying at all in world in which so many were substandard. That might have been a topic for more study. Whatever the case, there was something about Hiruko which required her current attention.

Perhaps the most interesting of things here and now, was Sakura's desire to have a copy of his video. As she was the star of the show, he'd be a fool to reject her request. In fact, he was liable to ensure the best possible angles now that there was purpose beyond his own future enjoyment. Speaking of angles, Hiruko was already on his way toward Sakura as the suds cascaded down her flesh. His camera was flipped and held in front of Sakura, his head simultaneously leaning over her shoulder just after that compliment was received. What was he admitting? Well, he thought it best to go about that a certain way.

Sakura was a strange one. She responded to the most unusual things in positive ways, and trivialized the most ridiculous claims while not leading a life similar to his own. That alone caused a quality of intrigue that bordered arousal. As such, there was only greater purpose to Hiruko's coming words. When he spoke so closely to Sakura's ear, he did so with absolute certainty, albeit without the conviction to act in favor of other things. "I'm already arguing with myself about letting you finish washing. Part of me would rather bend you over right now and fuck you until you can't walk downstairs by yourself. I'd hate to miss this opportunity, though... so I guess I'll just let that build on itself for a while longer♥~"

There was an interesting interaction taking place. Sakura had been through a few men and not even a handful of them were truly exceptional. This one though, was seeming like he stood at the top of her own experiments as an earnest target for sexual exploration. What was more, he also managed to be the kind of man who wasn't throwing himself at her, while also appreciating her for exactly what she was, there were no misunderstandings. No need to rewind time and no oddities. She was even starring in a film she planned to watch later to see how she looked from the third person perspective.

While Sakura washed herself it would seem that Hiruko was content to loom a bit, changing the angle of his phone and speaking directly into one of her ears. Her flesh goosed just a tad as she listened to what he had to say, such physiological reactions were normally quite limited. What was he admitting to? Not wanting to let her finish her bath to bend her over the tub and... fuck her until she couldn't walk on her own? "That's exciting. I'm excited... that actually sounds like fun," she said as her face took on a genuinely excited expression, even a gentle blush tinted her cheeks which wasn't entirely normal given her resting state of disinterest in most cases. Much like he relied on her friends to gauge her a bit, she was also relying on her friends. The states that Kaguya and Miko returned in the previous night and their praises said that this was actually something this man might actually be able to achieve. "I suppose I'll be anticipating that doesn't happen very often~" Sakura teased as she finished her wash, having gently stopped at the point he spoke. Now she was rinsing suds falling down her body and around her curves until she was thoroughly clean. She'd never skip a good tub soak.