Charles Patricius

According to Sakura, the effort put forth by Hiruko using that finger was something that... tickled. He had no examples for what such things would feel like at all, but he supposed the logic behind that sensation wasn't missed. With that being the case, he knew approximately what direction to take things in. A tickle was a decent start, but what he needed in time was more of a chain reaction. He'd already given his word about how things would end; the buildup to that would have to take a few additional leaps.

Speaking of leaps, there was a mental leap being taken by Shota. It seemed Sakura would be doing nothing due to Hiruko's intervention. Surely Hiruko himself wouldn't make a move against him, right? Perhaps he could writhe enough to pull his pants down while Sakura lowered herself to the floor. Hiruko, who continued lapping circles around the girl's anus, sadly didn't see the start of those attempts. He noticed something very different when a different sort of arch appeared in Sakura's back. There was something there, almost like a tattoo... but with a strange, glowing property to it. He could almost believe Sakura had a tramp stamp. As much as he'd been looking at her ass today, however, he surely wouldn't have missed it before now. How very strange; he'd have to question that in the coming moments. Ah, but first... he was slipping the whole of his forefinger into Sakura's rear hole again. "Did you get one of those invisible ink tattoos, Sakucchi?"

That feeling in her rectum was one of a tickle, not itself unpleasant but the promise of something more instead. She could easily continue enjoying the sensations provided by Hiruko. Those laps around her rear made her calmly sigh and close her eyes as she enjoyed herself. A little moan leaving her lips as her body seemed to relax. "Hmmm♥!~ That's a great feeling, Hirrun~" she said. There was a difference between the earlier urgency and now. Sakura found herself liking both kinds of sensations for different reasons and was oddly unaware of what was happening in front of her for just a few seconds. This would be of course, until, Hiruko mentioned something about an invisible ink tattoo. She had enough knowledge of humans now, to know that most would equate the imon to some sort of tattoo if they saw them. She'd even seen a few girls with them, with no magical leaning behind them.

Odd and satisfying was it, for Hiruko to have some inkling about the one present on her body. It only made him more worthy as a target as time went on. It also added to her understanding of him, she turned her head and peeked behind her, over her left shoulder. "You can see it? That's interesting... those eyes of yours aren't just for show then huh?♥~" she chimed seemingly pleased by the knowledge he could see that marking. 'His senses are almost there...' she thought. Whenever he answered she'd turn back to have fall into her line of sight again, whatever it was Kakihara had been up to. While not an active thought, she figured he might try something, but as was the case with most things, people had to be given their chances apparently.

Moments after Hiruko paused to look at that marking on Sakura's lower back, he felt as if it was made even more visible. It would have been something brushed off as his imagination initially, but it was something he couldn't stop noticing. It was there... but it wasn't there. How very strange. As for his unusual eyes and their apparent usefulness, he felt as if Sakura was being more serious than the rhetoric implied. "Hmm. I guess so. I try not to have anything be just for show, so why not?" he replied. With that, his tongue was right back to its alternating swirls and thrusts focused on Sakura's puckered hole.

Hiruko wasn't the only one with a returning focus, though. Shota thought he could keep focused on Sakura without any negativity coming his way, and with the girl's focus on him lost yet again, it somewhat seemed he was right. All that wiggling was making a major difference in his efforts to boot. His pants were being pulled down mostly by the friction applied via cuffed wrists, exposing his ass just before his shaft became visible. The struggle Shota encountered by doing this, however, was that he couldn't quite free his entire cock without a bit more writhing. Ah, but all that nonsense had still escaped Hiruko's notice... for the time being.

Hiruko was becoming Sakura's Master... and a point of interest for her. His magical ability as a 'human' entity was something which was entirely beyond her understanding of Gaia on the whole. If anything, this man had all the ability of someone who'd crossed over with their group, but none of the associated knowledge. His answer to her playful yet serious words was telling. It seemed that he wasn't willing to ask any direct questions but he was willing to acknowledge he could see something and that he didn't want anything to just be for show. A knowing smile came to Sakura's face, "Hai, I agree with that sentiment~" she chimed. She'd have to check her findings against that of the other girls, and do some calculations, but perhaps that was something best left for later.

Why? Well, she was quite busy with a man tonguing and stretching her rear. And now she was happily moaning again as he busined himself behind her. By the time her eyes returned to the front of herself she was opening them and catching within her visage, the squirming image of Kakihara Shota trying to free that bare minimum dick of his from his pants without the use of his hands. There were a thousand things he could have done with the freedom of his legs, including leaving this place so as not to keep witnessing his own demise. But no... hw as still trying to claim some form of Sakura. She could see it in his eyes. Another notch on the karmic scale was being applied as it always would be, but... anything else wasn't hers to deal with, "Hirrun, it's almost teasing doing it like that~" she moaned earnestly. She'd broken out into goosed flesh as her body kept tightening and moving towards another orgasm, still, she'd rather not come face to face with Kakihara's cock again so she'd make sure to let her master know of her bothersome pest. "That insect is still bothering me~" she said still moaning. She wasn't sure what Hiruko intended to do, or how far Kakihara Shota intended to go, but she'd already told him no, and she no intention of letting him get in the way of her fun when he had an active punishment going already.

Even the 'mutation' within Hiruko's eyes was something he had always made use of, though of course he'd never considered anything resembling magic as cause or effect. Those eyes of his had been useful time and time again, in a great many scheme executions... and perhaps he'd been told once or twice that he saw things others didn't ─ whatever that meant. It seemed that here and now, he was seeing something he shouldn't have been capable of seeing. Oh well; it was obviously nothing negative. He could continue focusing on that relentless teasing of Sakura's rear... or could he?

No, he couldn't. Before long, it was brought to Hiruko's attention that a certain insect was still being bothersome. Upon hearing that, he began to think Shota may have misinterpreted a teaching from years before. He must have believed this could be some sort of cooperative effort... but even the lesson Hiruko once gave had its caveats. Retracting his tongue, Hiruko peered over the full length of Sakura's back to lock eyes with the other male. He still wore that smile which occasionally seemed to hide something Shota couldn't place ─ something terrifying for its mystery combined with what he knew Hiruko and others like him were capable of. "Hunt a hare, Shota," was all he said. At bare minimum, that single statement would keep Kakihara Shota at bay for some time to come ─ even if only due to his abject confusion. Pointing out one misinterpretation was all it took, Hiruko determined as one used to dealing with Shota. Moreover, there was a certain terror inflicted by something so basic as a change in address form. "Good boy. Now... where were we?"

Hiruko's eyes were a topic that Sakura added to her ever growing list of things to look into specifically as they related to the rest of Hiruko's magical ability. It wouldn't surprise her if he was radiating at a certain level, his endowment said he had a certain amount of ability to begin with and his actions, attitude and general demeanor said he fit a certain kind of bill. She'd continue that research but at the same time, her present concern was becoming his pet. By her own kind of logic, he was already interesting enough for her to tie herself to and in doing so, she'd be able to keep track of him it was a mutually beneficial situation. And keeping such tabs on him, would keep him readily available to the others he liked already.

Sakura was quite pleased with her own thoughts about that, and even more so about what Hiruko was doing behind her. The mention of her incessant pest, was something she would have gone without doing if the parameters of their relationship hadn't already been set. She waited to see what kind of thing would be said or done to stop that lad's actions and the answer was surprisingly simple. Hiruko made mention of something she assumed was a reference to something else and called Kakihara by his given name, and not the normal 'Shocchi' he'd been deemed since she'd met the man. There was an implied bit of seriousness and an ominousness that made Sakura look back at his smiling face. A grin spread across her own when she saw it, "Oh, I like that look~" she said clearly. She'd add that to her strange list and move on easily. When asked where they were she shook her hips gently, "I'm pretty sure you were rewarding me~" she said cheekily. Sakura was content with the idea that she wouldn't be bothered for at least a little while longer and she could go back to enjoying her right cucking.

One line and a specific look, and Shota was no longer a problem. Moreover, it seemed Sakura took enough of an interest to look at Hiruko over her shoulder. She claimed to like his expression; that fit the general vibe she gave as one who could appreciate a few... less politically correct traits. She was the third girl he'd met in the past two days who could be viewed in such a way. Just as he thought, the name he found suitable for her would be well-used. "If you like it, stick around for a while. You'll see a lot of interesting things," he proclaimed.

As for where they were prior to Shota's attempted interruption, Sakura claimed he was rewarding her. That didn't make much sense; he'd been doing that for quite some time now. Actually, Hiruko had long since decided to act in his own interest regardless of the reason they entered the current position. "Oh, is that what I'm doing? I don't think it is; that part was covered ages ago. Or... are you saying I have something else to reward you for?" he wondered. There was a matter previously discussed, and Hiruko had it on good authority that Sakura's memory was 'jogged' several minutes ago. Even so, he could currently be found with that finger still pumping against the tight grip of her anus, rubbing her rectal walls in shallow strokes.

Hiruko had looked quite interesting while delivering a thinly-veiled threat to Kakihara. Beyond that according to Hiruko she should stick around as she might continue to see interesting things in his company, related to that look he gave. "Sou ka, I'll make sure not to wander too far while I'm here~" she chimed as if pleased by sticking around and learning new things. The truth of the matter was, without Kazuhiko needing her presence or mind, she was more than willing to continue to keep Hiruko company. The hierarchy of her interests had already been determined, and outside of her absolute favorite(s), Hiruko had her undivided attention.

Moving on from that, there was a finger still moving around in her rear, but according to Hiruko he was all done rewarding her unless he had reason to continue. "Oh, well... I did remember, what I'd forgotten, and cleared up some things while you were gone. That part was pretty obvious already~" she said with a small smirk. "Still if you were doing all that teasing rubbing just getting ready for you. You could always just put your dick in there, you'd be surprised how ready I already am~" she said knowing that preparation for such a thing wasn't truly needed and she was more than ready to be used anyway Hiruko wanted of her, so long as he was the one using her. "Granted, I'll still take a reward if you're giving them... I quite like them so far~" she mused honestly. If nothing else, Sakura had no problem sharing her opinions with Hiruko or anyone else for that matter. It just so happened that Hiruko could well take full advantage of her and she'd allow it, as he'd already shown he'd protect her as he said. Sakura could fully relax knowing all of that and was more than prepared to surrender to his desires.

Hiruko was already sure he wouldn't be stuck in Shota's earlier situation, in which the young man was without his presumed sexual outlet for hours without even knowing when or if she'd return. If nothing else, he knew as much due to his own decided stopping point... which didn't involve Sakura being able to walk away of her own volition at all. He had her for about three days, so there was plenty of time to make sure she didn't get back up. "You won't be able to, Sakucchi. What do you think the leash is for?" he asked almost jokingly.

Sakura confirmed her restored memory, albeit a little late. Beyond that, she had a suggestion to make ─ one that involved a bit of anal sex that she'd been prepared to have for quite some time now. Ah, but she was still entertaining the idea of a reward as well. At long last, Hiruko then reached behind himself to grab one of the other items he'd gently placed on the table when approaching. What he claimed was a small, pink, egglike item and an unconnected pink controller. The former, he'd soon be slowly pushing between Sakura's vaginal walls, inserting even his finger until the item was properly lodged in. "Sou, sou. I guess I could reward you... or I could punish you for not telling me when your memory came back minutes ago," Hiruko mused while rising to his feet. "Or maybe both? The reward of fucking your ass, and the punishment of no 'meals' until you're broken in? I know you want the cum inside you somehow; maybe I'll only let it outside and not allow you to even drink it. Ah, but I did like watching that! This stuff is harder than I thought it'd be~"

Sakura claimed she wouldn't be wandering away too far, and meant it. Unlike her time spent or rather unspent in Kakihara Shota's company, she actually enjoyed being around Hiruko and as such would make sure to not leave his presence unless necessary. Of course, he had a somewhat joking statement about such a thing being the point of the collar and leash. "Sou ka, that's an interesting bit of mirrored behavior~" she said completely observationally. One day that would likely be fully explained, likely around the time that he came to understand how fully he could potentially write himself into her inmon.

Oddly enough without Kakihara Shota to interrupt the flow of this particular interaction, it was progressing rather nicely. She'd remembered that his punishment was what she'd forgotten and taken the initiative to explain the situation to him and interrogate him, though without removing his gag, as that would have been quite annoying to deal with. Accordingly, a small egg like device was being slipped into Sakura's canal which had her wiggling her hips almost strangely. Said device was interesting and she found herself amused that humans had made them and wondered which came first. Perhaps she'd get a chance to speak with Marisbury Animusphere before too long. Ah, but none of that mattered immediately as they began speaking of punishments and rewards. "Those do sound like a myriad of decisions to make. When I can't choose I often choose all options in the order that is most appealing to me~" she offered her own advice as a person who was frequently on the other side. "Hirrun is a very capable man he could do all of those things and has plenty of time♥~" she moaned out the last in an almost teasing manner. If he wanted to see the fruits of his labor this was fine, if he wanted to watch her drink from the tap, this was ideal for her and him together. If he wanted to do both, he could cover all bases and see everything. Torture tempered by reward was often very gratifying for all parties involved.