Charles Patricius

At seventeen years of age and well over 2,000 simultaneously, Kimura Kazuhiko acquired himself a... personal assistant. The amount of accuracy of that title felt fluctuating to an extent, but he expected as much by now. Apparently, Kaguya would be keeping to the more normal definition of personal assistant as well, yet there were some underlying hints of deviance initially brought on by the 'interview' method. Already well past the destruction of four humans, Kazu fully delved into his usual fun-loving antics during separation. "Are you gonna stay on your toes too? That sounds kinda hot. This counts as the sexy secretary thing too, right?" he wondered, having a look at eyes he'd never seen before... even though that look also seemed so very familiar. "Huh, that's..." He paused then and there. Fully removed from Kaguya and working on lowering her, Kazu totally lost his marbles. He knew what was missing. How could he have been so stupid? "Merde! I didn't take pictures! No no no no! This was the first one! I can't get that back!" he griped explosively.

Sakura didn't know about homework yet. He supposed their group hadn't started attending school yet. "Still no school huh? You're gonna love it. Maybe I will too; I kinda like the idea of hanging around here for a bit," he mused almost absently. Regardless, Sakura also shared her knowledge of Heroes, limited though it was. He had only one thing to nitpick about that. "A Hero could never stop existing. The form can change, but as long as the legend, the idea, never goes away... a Hero will always step up to the plate. When you get a chance, you should get those stories. You can find out about Heroes from... well, you either know or will know who's got the lore on that," he rambled. Moving on to the steamier part of their exchange, he watched Sakura as her eyes became glued to a prize not yet unveiled. She shared her beliefs about having someone like him become her 'everything' in the moment, and eventually began teasing her own breasts again. It was interesting to hear what she thought of his warning, offer, or whatever it truly was. "Oh? So you're fine with the idea of me becoming the most important thing you've got? I thought your hierarchy was established already. Number one, number two..." he chattered. Before Sakura had a chance to respond, the man became cheekier still. It was with great purpose that he timed the eventual release of his member, simultaneously unleashing a thick, yet invisible aura that went beyond perception itself. Hiruko, already silent, would become incapable of speech or any sort of activity really, as there was nothing but darkness registering to all of his senses. For Sakura, at this point... there would probably just be her and the ginger in front of her, brandishing an incomprehensible, mesmerizing tool that seemed many times greater than its physical structure could hold. "You're right though. You can't say no. I'm number one; got me?"

Speaking of mesmerizing things, Reiji wasn't sure what would do him in first. It would either be the hypnotic visuals of Miko winding in his lap, or the culmination of sensory overload he got from her cervix rubbing against his glans so soon after ejaculation. True to her words though, he did find this quite... fun. It had been a very long time since he walked the line of danger with anything resembling public tomfoolery. Now that he was back at it, he was becoming more immersed by the moment. Reiji even went so far as to bury his face in Miko's neck from behind, inhaling something he shouldn't have even smelled. Was there some sort of persimmon shampoo? Well, it didn't matter. His lips were puckering to peck just between Miko's neck and shoulder as his own hips took a winding motion of their own, synchronizing with hers. "That is a respectable outlook... but I think the elder is supposed to be the one saying things like that~" he said, nearly laughing at the thought. "But yes... this is fun, and I suppose it isn't doing any harm. Let's not make a habit of this kind of thing, though, alright?"

A playful introduction had Kaguya presently taking on a role in life, she'd only seen filled by someone for her. How interesting it was to come full circle and place herself into a similar role for someone else. Was she going to stay on her toes as well? Yes of course, both of them seemed to easily move on from the issue of the humans and instead Kaguya would be lowered even though her legs were a little jelly. "Oya? That interest you? I got a black pencil skirt and a few white blouses and a whole lot of lingerie to slip into... hmm, might have to bug Mi-chan get her to spill the beans on those stilettoes she seems to like now~" Kaguya said in a teasing manner. Of course, she fully intended to just put the image into his head. With her feet now firmly on the floor Kaguya readjusted her skirt and thong only to turn around and help Kazuhiko with his situation. HIs explosive attitude brought a smile to her face as she shook her head. "Ara? Swearing in French, huh? That's interesting to hear with that face on... don't worry, make the next set extra. I'll even send you a few I'm planning for later♥~" she encouraged as she often did another to make good on the next go round, instead of harping on the lost. "Alright get to it, we shouldn't take too long here..." that well dressed and stacked woman mentioned as she opened the door of that van and waited to be helped out of it. The man who was driving would have known the intentions here and pulled out his equipment from the back then came to help her out of the vehicle as she generally demanded.

While one event seemed to be winding down another seemed to be picking up. Sakura still hadn't been to school and didn't know about things like homework, but this man seemed to know quite a bit... and claimed he might be inclined to see it some more. "Sou ka, you'll be available then? That sounds like fun~" Sakura wouldn't be stopping herself from learning some more. What was more she was told more information about how Heroes worked. "Sou ka, I'll keep that in mind..." she mentioned. Ah, but he also wanted to talk about the moment. Her eyes were glued to his pants but the fact that he knew of and understood her hierarchy was one thing. "It is established currently, but there is always room for evolution and flexibility. If it stayed the same all the time, nothing would grow... and that isn't good for anyone," Sakura claimed given her own ideations. Soon after a reveal happened. Bathed in darkness a tool was revealed which defied even Sakura's magical understanding. It was mesmerizing and impressive. She found herself incapable of paying attention to anything else. Hiruko? Was here here? That name didn't even register as someone who currently required her attention. She couldn't say no, he was number one... "Understood." That was an odd way for her to respond, but single words were about all she could manage. while moving her breasts around for his viewing and looking at a cock which had her licking her lips while her brows furrowed in pure curiosity. Such a thing literally didn't make sense to her. Oh well, she supposed she'd be finding out eventually how it all worked, or if it could even fit. Perhaps there had been no exaggeration earlier about splitting her in half.

Meanwhile, Miko was doing her best to be a distraction to Reiji and apparently succeeding. She knew this by the fact that Reiji seemed to be considering her words and falling into her actions. She'd already found that he wasn't resisting but now he was adding. The movements of his hips, and him being latched onto her body were one thing. And then, she received a peck of lips to the flesh of her exposed neck to shoulder area. He thought the elder of them was supposed to be giving respectable advice, as Miko kept moving her hips around she couldn't help but chuckle, "Was that mature advice from me? I wonder if I sound wizened now, box it..." she murmured. Putting that thought away. She was definitely technically older than this man, but she currently had no reason to reveal it now. "I can respect that advice, I won't make a habit of purposefully interrupting your work day, Reiji-san♪~" Miko offered, even as she quite enjoyed the sensation of his breath near her neck and knew he had inhaled her which left her wondering how his senses worked now. 'I wonder if he's awake? This dick says he should be...' Miko thought. Now in another box, would be thoughts about Reiji's magical awakening. Perhaps pulling in a few more mature adults would be good for the group? Logical sense was often missing from the more free-spirited. No matter what his movements in addition to her own would be contributing to those nudges against her body. He was very good at matching her pace and she would continue to enjoy it quite a bit.

Much to his surprise, though perhaps it shouldn't have been, Kaguya had much of the equipment necessary to take on the 'sexy secretary' role. If that were truly the case, he absolutely, positively had to bear witness. "Wait, are you serious? That's the most awesome thing I've ever heard you say," he proclaimed without hesitation. Shortly afterwards however, Kazu was having quite a fit. He hated the idea of being without memorabilia after an important first experience, and a long series of raunchy photographs had become his preferred form of memento for sexual endeavors. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. He'd have to settle for the next round... though Kaguya didn't make it seem like it would be much of a 'settle' at all. He'd be getting something in the interim apparently, but for now, all Kazu could do was reluctantly pull his pants back into place. "This is the worst mistake ever. I mean... I'll take the make-up, but it still sucks to miss the first one. Actually, I even kind of liked what was happening with those douchebags the whole time. You can't just replicate that kind of thing at random," he said.

In the meantime, that van outside was being watched by none other than Soma. He'd been waiting around outside of the shop for the cleanup person's arrival. When the pair emerged, he first saw a rather large and conventionally intimidating male. That man looked the part most people would surely expect for this job, but the girl in his company was too prim and proper-looking to be his assistant. Soma stepped between the pair and the shop's entrance, initially staring down the male. That man didn't have the brains for this sort of operation. Soma's gaze shifted toward the woman instead. Even as he stared her down, he shared words with the lummox. "There's an extra around the corner. Take care of that one first," he ordered.

Sakura had an interesting response to the orange-haired man's musings. She found the idea of him visiting whatever school they attended... fun, even with no point of reference for school or the man himself. Her instincts were serving her well, he thought. Either way, that sort of response would ensure he made himself available. "I was thinking about it. But if that's what you want, I'd be willing to stick around. Ask and you shall receive; that's the one rule for you♥~" he offered. Sakura's hierarchy of mates was indeed established by now, but she had no issues with altering the list. There were points in her favor and points against, but she'd know the latter in her own time. At least she understood the truth that needed to be taken from this exchange: he was number one. More importantly, she was doing everything necessary to show where her mind was, including a verbal agreement. "We're in business then. Don't waste energy licking your lips though ─ not unless you're licking something off them. Follow my point from earlier. If there's something you want to do... do it. Don't ask. Don't wait to be asked. Don't wait for permission. Maybe that's not going to work anywhere and everywhere, but just ask yourself... who's going to stop you?"

Sexy Secretary was apparently, something that Kaguya was indeed ready for. Well, that made sense, if she was going to pull a runner she had to be prepared to do the work which would leave her with enough income to go on about her life. Too bad that didn't matter, no... she was too busy enjoying the honesty and earnestness of Kazuhiko. "Ara? Well I might have just been floating an idea or two, but if you're that excited about it... I'm as serious about it as you are, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya uttered without hesitation. Playing dress up was rather amusing when the person on the receiving end was deserving of the show. What was more, it gave her a chance to show off, which was something she'd always taken when it presented itself. No matter, now that Kazuhiko was pulling up his pants and getting back in order, his outrage at his missed pictures was processing in Kaguya's mind. HIs words, hinted at darkness, but didn't follow it all the way through to the next part. Well, her job was to assist and upon hearing that he enjoyed sticking it to the douchebags she had a wonderful idea. "Oya? Don't say that... if you like sticking it to a cuck, imagine the fun of sticking it to a cuck who thinks he's the NTR antagonist~" Kaguya floated the idea by him. "I'm cool with the idea of seducing a guy just to make sure he understands how terrible he is. And there is still the guy who gave Saku-chan's nudes to base-level trash," Kaguya mentioned in a haphazard way. "I am still feel like sticking it to him, because he managed to be such a shitty person for her to meet so early in her girl journey, and even if she's already cucked him herself... this could be planned and out and super sweet♥~" Kaguya added. "And you could get all of your pictures and that special feeling. The idea is giving me tingles♥~" Kaguya mentioned, as she leaned up to peck Kazuhiko's cheek with her lips, that bit of her subspace completely subsiding, as she made her way back to the table. She'd sit back in her seat amused by the thought.

While they rejoined the table and discussed a master plan of a different sort, the petite but buxom green haired woman was lifted out of her seat and sat on the ground. Special care was taken that nothing touched her person. That bin that had been pulled out the back, had on its sides several cleaning materials and chemicals to reduce the smells of decomposition and get rid of DNA evidence among other things. Still... before they could even enter the shop a rather pretty looking male stood before them. After a few seconds of extended eye contact, the big man only grunted and went around the corner with his barrel. Pictures were taken, which immediately went to the phone in the pretty woman's hands. A person literally beat to death was against that spot. Interesting. She looked up from her phone at this man in front of her and smiled. "First time? she asked rhetorically. It wasn't a question, not really. "That's pretty violent for a face that pretty. Though, that face is probably why he needed to be escorted outside huh? Still pretty clean though, omedetougouzaimasu♥~" she stated seemingly amused. Oh well, this kind of problem wasn't a real one. If only one made it outside, this kind of violence was either because of a lack of weaponry or it was because of a slight offered by the body in question. One body into a perfectly sealed container. Several chemicals were mixed and then sprayed away, so tht all evidence of any extreme human fluids disappeared down the nearby drain. That one's device, and personal effects were collected in a separate bag and hung from the side of the bin. before that man in all white still looking rather clean began moving back towards the door.

Meanwhile, Sakura was learning her personal rules for dealing with this man. She assumed they were for her specifically. A specimen like this definitely didn't get this why by tying himself to a single individual. Apparently, if she wanted him to stay for a while, or show up whenever 'school' became a thing, she should ask him for it. "Well, if you're planning to become someone's everything... it's only fair if you at least appear to maintain the connection. I want you to... so please make another appearance for fun school stuff~" she added earnestly. Moving on from that point, it was stated that she should do what she wanted without restraint and the idea of a single question was posed. Who was going to stop her? Well not many could even pretend to have the power to make her stop doing what she wanted to do, this was a fact of her own existence. But she would at least make considerations for certain people if they asked such a thing of her. "Sou ka, I'd not considered it from that perspective. Arigatou Onii-chan..." she stated earnestly. And since she would be doing what she wanted, her mouth came forward and first a kiss was placed on the head of his cock. Then a tongue was lashed out against it... before she began the act of accepting him into her mouth without further question. All the while she peeked up at his face seeming to study him to an extreme. And since she was already over his lap, she moved the chest she'd been playing with into it as well... it would give her a more thorough understanding of the density his body seemed to have.

It seemed Kaguya's level of seriousness would match whatever Kazuhiko's was. Hearing that, his reaction was blurted out posthaste. "I am mana overload, heart attack levels of serious right now," he declared. Kazu's face at the moment was as serious as his claim. That expression remained, only gaining interest as Kaguya argued a point toward his earlier observation. She had an odd interest in the act of cucking the wretched, and Kazu couldn't even disagree the longer she spoke about the topic. The four he ensured the death of were undeserving of what they'd seen. Worse still, that man in the images was unworthy of looking in Sakura's direction. The only part of the plan Kazu didn't outright agree with was the self-sacrifice of Kaguya. "I also want to give that guy what he deserves. I don't like the idea of you putting yourself in his sights to get it done though. Got any other ideas?" he wondered. Whether Kaguya had any or not, they were soon exiting the subspace and returning to the table. Kazu ensured he was sitting beside Kaguya to keep the conversation between them going ─ at least until it was over.

All the while, Soma was staring down a green-haired woman who was far too well-off for cleanup duty. That ignorant behemoth in her company had to serve the singular purpose of doing all the heavy lifting, so to speak. A bit of conversation would occur between them as the large one followed Soma's directive, all starting with her acknowledgment of Soma's first kill. Calm as ever, he smiled in her face and answered, even if there was clear rhetoric to her question. "Collateral damage, unrelated to what they called you for," he said without acknowledging the reason that boy was dragged outside. "You've got a pretty face yourself. That's why you've got a meathead to do all the cleaning?" he wondered aloud. Soma's gaze shifted slightly as the alleged meathead returned, aiming himself at the shop door. "Stop moving," he demanded. He wouldn't be letting that man get any closer just yet; he had to check the one calling the shots here. "You're the more skilled one here. Why do you bother getting some idiot to do everything for you? I can tell it would be easier to do everything yourself."

Sakura did want her current companion to make visits to the school. In expressing that, she presented the logic that maintaining their connection would be imperative. That wouldn't be his reason at all. "I don't deal with bonds that weak. Once you're mine, you're mine forever. You'll feel me in your soul no matter how far apart we are... but you'll still want it. When I make the appearance, I'll do it because you want me to... or because I want to, but that one works a little differently," he explained briefly. Just as he'd advised Sakura, this man also followed the mentality of doing as he pleased, knowing the rules were his to make. Sakura was always such an enjoyable individual. When given such knowledge and freedoms, she didn't have unnecessary questions or concerns. She worked through her own process, followed logic she deemed reasonable, and took action... such as when she leaned forward to kiss his cock without much additional thought. The process of fellating him began properly after only a short buildup. When it did, Sakura would be taking on a new experience. Beneath the flesh being taken into her mouth was a mana density beyond the realm of magic, beyond mystery, beyond possibility even. What Sakura put between her lips and breasts could easily be seen as the equivalent of infinite possibilities and limitless energy. He wouldn't be holding as much back with her, considering her special constitution. As such, Sakura's mouth would be plugged with the physical incarnation of infinity that could be felt even when not understood. When she looked up to study the man's face, she'd only find him grinning down at her. "So, how's it taste?" he asked as if genuinely curious.

Kaguya and Kazuhiko were both, calming down but not separating truly. It would seem that Kazuhiko was quite serious about the sexy secretary look that Kaguya could present. "Hai hai, I'll make it happen for you then... I can't have a mana overload, heart attack on my hands~" Kaguya flirted shamelessly. Now that they were back at the table, she found herself leaning forward on an elbow seemingly amused as they spoke. All the while, Kei was sitting slightly outwards on the other side, staring daggers of intensity at Kaguya. All the while, she remained smiling like nothing was amiss. Still, there was something else, Kaguya's plan was reasonably solid as it was, but Kazuhiko expressed a distaste at the idea of her, using herself as bait. Kaguya blinked, twice. That was odd... she didn't expect that to be the hiccup of her planning phase. What was more, with her powers more actively fed right now, she could feel the sincerity of it. "Sou ka... that's what that feels like," she uttered one hand moving to her chest as if she could rub away that sensation. "You are so legitimately nice I am sure a whole host of women are crying themselves to sleep at night over you~" she commented teasingly. "I said I'd seduce him... he already has his sights on me, I could tell that by the look he gave when he saw me in the doorway when he picked up Saku-chan. That type of man would be really easy to bait, especially if it looked like he swing me away from you at the time..." Kaguya mentioned with a bit too much seriousness. "If not a true bait situation then carrot and stick? Get him to think a sweet little meeting has been set up and then...surprise him with the cucking..." Kaguya offered. "If you are worried about me, you don't necessarily have to be. I'm only recently growing into having reasonable standards. Technically speaking aside from his obviously shitty attitude a guy like that would be considered a bit better than average by most..." Kaguya mentioned almost casually. Everyone had a story and hers was a specific kind of tragic aside from a few points of brilliant light.

Meanwhile, outside Soma was busy testing the waters with an unknown woman. She seemed to be quite a bit of an oddity, but that man she was with was definitely just a meathead. One she'd picked up to be her 'assistant' for the day. "Collateral, hm? That is quite the beating for collateral~" she said as if unamused. "You think I'm pretty? That's so sweet, and heavy lifting and not talking... that's what he's for~" she had no issues answering questions but she could already knew there was a line of bodies which needed cleaning up. Still, as they turned to go, it would seem that this one wasn't content, another demand was made, and it stopped that oaf in his place. Hm, that was a bit annoying they had a fixed time limit here. "You're stopping me to talk shop? In the middle of a job? That's crazy~" she said those eyes of hers seeming to narrow. Luckily this one was quite thorough and strong so even with a small amount of time wasted the job could still be done quickly. "In a world like this, some people are handlers and some people get handled... simple enough right? I have him doing things for me, for the same reason any one does... because it's convenient. And you're right, I am more skilled but not all things are about skill are they? I've been, doing my own work, but making someone else do the menial work is more effective for the details," she explained as if she was talking to a new killer, and perhaps she was. Perhaps this was truly a matter of curiosity for him. "Besides all of that, I am wearing a very expensive dress that I was put in this morning, with several jobs I am supposed to complete while wearing it. As one who doesn't want to get on the bad side of my employer... an extra set of hands, preferrably ones that won't talk enough to make my fingers itch is necessity," she mentioned. At the same time, her unoccupied hand seemed to perform a strange set of motions like she was used to holding something thin and sharp and moving them around those fingers. "Now, if there are no more questions your friends left a mess, which needs to be cleaned up before it becomes an incident..." she mentioned knowing that the person who had texted her this job said it was done for a specific other individual. Those weren't ever to be messed with when it could be avoided.

According to the orange haired man, he didn't do weak bonds. Once they were bonded said bond would remain and he'd appear as he wished, or she wished with some variables. That was interesting, she had a parent who effectively worked in a similar way. "Noted." she said easily. There was not much more to say after that. She'd decided a course of action and she began to undertake it posthaste. Still... there was something odd about this man's cock. It was so much more than it appeared to be, it wasn't even just magic, it was something she'd never experienced. Something she didn't have a sense for, but that she knew existed by encountering it. Her mouth still open and prodding she was simply trying to figure out what it was about it that she couldn't sense. When asked what it tasted like she had to give it a bit of consideration... "I tastes like cinnamon, but like if it wasn't cinnamon. I don't have a clearer explanation. The whole thing is so strange, but I'm so into touching it and having it touch me..." she explained her own observations while her mouth continued to move. Little kisses and tongue flicks and gentle prodding with all aspects of her mouth. It was as if she was experimenting with it the entire time, figuring out its composition but also trying to make sure she never lost contact with it either. His grin was interesting. She figured most would have found such a thing unnerving but she liked looking at him. This was such an interesting experience, she'd not be doing anything but this for quite a while yet.

In spite of his missing photos, Kazuhiko had something to be very excited about. He could all but envision Kaguya in some sort of secretary getup. If he were walking around as Charlemagne, he could probably even get an office with a desk ─ some things that would really pull the bit together and really sell the moment. What he couldn't be excited about, however, was the idea of Kaguya also being in range of Sakura's recent predator. Her reaction to this knowledge didn't much register to Kazu, but she made things a bit clearer by speaking of his niceness. "Don't put that thought in my head," he insisted. The number of crying girls and women around Kazu in his life on Alaya was far greater than it should have been, he believed. Moving on, Kaguya was set in her plan. Kakihara Shota already had a desire for her based on an earlier moment, likely when Sakura left the house they were staying in. A few more words from the lass confirmed that suspicion as well. That person was becoming more of a thorn in Kazu's side by the moment; he could easily be eliminated like the others. If they were Saxons, he'd likely be a chieftain. "If you're absolutely, positively sure that's something you want to do... I can't stop you. I still don't think you should do it just because you've done worse, though. You deserve something awesome, not just above average!" he insisted.

Kazuhiko didn't seem completely opposed to Kaguya's suggestion, so long as she was certain of her own desires. With that winding down, Soma was coming to realize how short his exchange with the woman in white would be. Her response to being called pretty was a short, simple acknowledgment that didn't seem to contain much weight. Soma found that particularly interesting. "Don't waste time with formalities. That wasn't sweet, and you're not flattered enough to warrant that response," he stated blandly. As for the halting of progress, Soma shifted his gaze toward the hulking ignoramus once more. He wasn't doing anything in the middle of a job. "I'm not on the job. You are. It isn't like you need to step inside anyway," he said. This was an opportunity Soma didn't intend to let slip through his fingers. Whoever sent this woman had the ability to mobilize her instantly without receiving any unnecessary questioning. That was the sort of pull he needed, and she... was the sort of person he needed to have that pull over. It was such a waste of talent for her to leave the work to others; he could tell as much at a glance. An expensive dress wasn't enough of an excuse. Surely she had all the skill necessary to complete the task more efficiently than her lapdog, without sullying anything. Ah, but then there it was ─ a little tick that showed Soma the type of person this was. She had the skill, she had the experience, she even had the natural ability. What she didn't have... was the mental stability. So then, this employer of hers placed a limiter on her psychotic tendencies. What sort of person could that employer be? Soma was excited, nearly even aroused by the thought. "Sou ka..." Soma said calmly. He was figuring it all out, but the woman's patience was quickly thinning. It would probably be in his best interest to cut the interaction there, but... he had to push for just one more thing. "Do what you came to do, but I do have one more question. This employer of yours ─ how do I meet him?" he asked specifically.

Finally reaching a calmer state in their meeting, the ginger and Sakura were officially locked into the first moments of foreplay. He wondered what she thought of the taste, and what she came up with was... cinnamon, but not really. Interesting. She had the sense to know it was something beyond, and the sense to be so very bonded with the tool as well. "Not bad; you're pretty good actually. Soul needs work, but the brain is on the right track. Body's got a few upgrades to get too," he muttered. The male had already reached out to plant his left hand atop Sakura's head, bending his elbow to avoid cutting off his own line of sight to her face. Based on her actions of choice and her current location, he figured out where she was in terms of deviant progression. The exact order was something he didn't know presently, but that wasn't too important. "You're already a pet, huh? That's interesting timing. I'm not sure what to make of you right now ─ not yet anyway. Always gotta be careful with the order of things. Lot of potential though. . ."

Kazuhiko apparently took issue with the image of women crying themselves to sleep over him. Kaguya however saw it as the absolute minimum response to encountering such goodness in a singular individual. Some people were lucky. She included herself in that number of people introduced to goodness after knowing only average and mediocre. Another such lucky individual was huffing and making cross body eye contact with Kaguya. Kei didn't know how exactly they'd gotten so close, but she had an entire plan and now the plan was going to hell and she had to wait for the perfect execution. "Oya? So there's truth to it," Kaguya said shaking her head only slightly as she cut her eyes at Kei only to continue speaking while the other girl's face immediately got red. "It won't stop happening if you ignore it. You're so nice I doubt you even understand the truth of tears like that. You make a tactical retreat in both body and mind, right?" Kaguya questioned rhetorically. Of course, she understood boys and men weren't raised to be as emotional as women, they often didn't know how to handle tears when they spewed from an individual and someone like Kazuhiko would probably have to be told with force that someone was interested in him for it to be obvious. Moving on from that point there was the matter of her plan. Apparently he wouldn't stop her but he claimed that she should have something awesome not just something above average. She deserved it, according to him. Once again, she was rubbing her chest, the sincerity might be deadly to her or something... "Oya? You think so... how about I do it as a favor then? And you cover giving me something awesome afterwards... it's all fair then, right Zuko-sama♥~" she said with a wide grin on her face. Of course, this thought was accompanied by something else, 'Mi-chan has to be a saint. There is no way I wouldn't have raped this guy at some point in a three hundred year time span,' Kaguya thought to herself. 'No wonder she couldn't give him up....'

Meanwhile that green haired woman was being confronted with several oddities. Her head leaned to the side, as it was pointed out that she wasn't flattered and that she didn't need to bother with formalities. That gentle twitching in her hand continued as she stared directly at Soma. "But I do, this job has some special requirements..." she stated honestly about why going inside the building was technically needed for her. She was technically the second line look at the group which had caught the attention of a well known individual and as such the one who owned him. This was at least partially the reason that she'd even entertained more than passing commentary. Whatever the case she could see this lad thinking, processing playing over information in his head. He was so much better than many lower level assassins and way better than any intended targets. He'd do fine in this world, if that was what he wished for. Beyond that however, he was apparently fine with her carrying on with her work. "Not from around here... not the kind of person you arrange a meeting with. The kind of person who decides they want to meet you..." she added. Only to push open the door and gesture to teh lummox she'd brought along for exactly this purpose, they were heading inside for 'clean-up'. Upon stepping inside she witnessed a very strange thing. A line of bodies against the far wall, bleeding from the eyes nose mouth and ears. Beaten up but not too seriously. And a bunch of tweens none looking as old as herself, sitting at a table casually talking. "Ehe." she giggled, just that little one. A small crack appearing in her visage, just for a split second. And it was enough to draw a visible look from a small child positioned in the lap of a similar looking pink haired girl. A moment of eye contact ensued. 'What the hell is this? I haven't seen anyone look this calm with dead bodies in the room, since we finished our training!' she thought, which only made the little girl gasp. 'Crazy lady is so scary. Dangerous.' she thought immediately, while looking with big eyes.

At the same time, Sakura was having her senses appraised as she found herself felating someone whose name she didn't even know. Oh well, it seemed that she was fine, her soul a bit behind, her body could use upgrades but her mind was placed as good to go. "That makes sense... I blocked my soul from interfering with the other two. I was experimenting with being human," she explained of he situation regarding her soul. In the meantime, she was given a hand to the head as she began the work of swallowing down his cock. Her tongue played along his shaft only to retreat a bit more, her breasts moving against him as she found fun in learning more and more about this particular man. "Hm, I was made a pet last night. It was fun. is there more to it than that... I'm always interested in new things~" she claimed. Whatever order he had to be careful of, she knew not, but it would seem that there was some importance placed on how he acted. She couldn't figure out what determined the importance he spoke of, but was sure it'd be explained eventually. Until then, she'd continue to busy herself with his cock eventuallly finding itself in her throat, and for the first time ever, that snug fit was actually, snugger than she would have assumed. It felt a bit like she was choking even if she shouldn't be. Or rather like she was being smothered from within... how strange. It made her pull back, as if she'd taken on more than she thought initially.

"It's a long story," Kazu said about the truth of Kaguya's claim. He leaned back in his chair, eyes cutting upwards in contemplation as his arms crossed. He knew crying women was a thing that wouldn't stop happening with his existing methods in place. On the other hand, he knew he was never good at making it stop, or even understanding the reaction when a cause wasn't immediately obvious. "Pretty much, yeah. Better than making it worse like I do otherwise," he said, leaving it at that. Kazu usually accepted that the tears were somehow his fault in a moment, and the only functional method he reached in a moment was removing the problem and leaving someone more capable in place to take care of it. Moving on once again, Kaguya offered to seduce Kakihara Shota as a favor ─ something she thought Kazuhiko could repay her for. Based on general feedback, Kazu believed he could indeed make up the difference for that sort of encounter. "Hmm. I think I could do enough to erase any influence someone else has on a person without endangering the planet? If you think that's a fair deal, I'll take it. You'll have to hold me to the highest possible standard when the time comes though!" he insisted.

This killer's job had special requirements, allegedly. Soma found it interesting that she argued that point, but his comment about her demeanor only made her twitchier than before. How much prodding would it take if he wanted to make this one flip? Soma could only wonder, and further wonder if it would be worthwhile to witness. He wasn't the only one watching and learning, though; it seemed she was assessing him as well. This would really have to be short. That didn't matter though, as the most important question had now been asked. From her answer, Soma gained so many key pieces of information. She noted him not being from this area, implying an importance to her boss that would be considered common knowledge to most. They weren't easy to meet; he figured there were some deeper implications of that person's public identity when combining that with the previous note. They decided when they were to be met... How specific that answer was. Acknowledgement of a more patriarchal approach was commonplace. Either this woman thought ahead enough to throw him off, or she responded to a specified gender with genderless pronouns to subconsciously avoid directly correcting him, thus revealing more. When she walked past Soma to enter the shop, he remained outside with a growing grin. There was much to think about for the black-haired lad.

Tohsaka Sakura was someone who was performing some kind of experiment more often than not. Here, so early in her life, she was just learning and understanding humanity... by ceasing her soul's interactions with her mind and body. That alone was quite the feat to accomplish. "So you learned the difference between Mana Transfer and fucking? That's good; you're gonna need that. You're also gonna need something else," he claimed as Sakura's tongue lavished his shaft. He couldn't feel her throat just yet, but the reason for that would soon be made clear. She was made a pet on the previous night, proving Hiruko's readiness as a spiritual entity. He figured she'd already experienced the Heart state, and possibly the Spade as well. Clover was always the most elusive, but there was one more state achievable beyond all others. "There's always more to everything. For example..." He chose not to finish that clause just yet, as he figured Sakura's tactics were about to evolve. Then and there, entrance to her throat caused a reaction she likely hadn't experienced yet: choking and retreating. Well, there was certainly a moment of choking, but that was the reason a retreat wouldn't be allowed ─ the same reason his hand had been placed on her head. He limited her retreat while continuing that abandoned clause. "There's more to this too. I'll show you~" There was the slightest hint of playful menace to the man's tone as he pushed down on Sakura's head. If choking was an issue worth natural retreat for her, he figured the optimal approach was to... kindly have her deal with it anyway by seeing how she took him to the throat by force.

A long story, was what Kazuhiko called his history with crying women. He contemplated it, with his eyes up in the air and arms crossed over his chest. She also had confirmed his general demeanor about it. He assumed he made the tears happen and thus retreated to avoid causing more conflict. "Oya? I didn't expect you to be so oblivious... must be directly connected to being nice. Or what else was it called?~" she said almost playfully. "Right, it was not making assumptions~" Kaguya said using language she'd also heard as an excuse for ignoring the emotional depth directly in front of people. "Meanwhile, I'll call it emotional blindness. You know tears aren't just because people are unhappy. Lots of things cause tears, especially in women. You've got daughters now, no more resting on your laurels or running away♥~" she gave that little nugget of information for him to ponder and said nothing more about it. No... she was too busy forcing a minor deal to both cuck Kakihara and get herself some more of Kazuhiko in the process. "Hm? That does sound promising. I like the idea of erasing someone's influence you should definitely do it. And not just to me... it'll make you feel better," Kaguya mentioned without hesitation. "Of course, I'll hold you to the highest standard possible, it's a part of my new job after all, Zuko-sama♥~" Kaguya offered.

Ah, but that wasn't all. The crazy woman outside was finally making her way inside. Watching these teens seeming to do nothing but chat and play games. Four dead bodies in the room? Didn't matter. This was more unnerving than the boy outside and his questions. The burly man with her saw first a puddle in the floor a bit of blood and lots of vomit. That trash can he lugged around had several items on the side of it. Saw dust sprinkled, disinfectant sprayed. The vomit would dry and the area's smells were cancelled. Swept up would be all of that stuff and then more cleaning would take place. All the while Emirie was watching the cleaning with apparent interest. 'That looks interesting. Do simple chemical reactions have that sort of effect. I could do that... Cleaning.' she thought simply enough that even Anya caught. 'Onee-chama wants to clean with magic.' Anya thought, thinking such a thing would be way cooler to see than whatever was going on. Though she was paying attention. "Oh... what a calm looking group. Who has the coin?" she asked directly looking around the table. "That was me, thanks Nee-san. You got us out of a bind~" Kaguya mentioned with that coin between her fingers to show proof of her ability to make the call. It seemed about right. "Hoh? Hiding your face... name?" she asked while staring at the girl. "Briar~" Kaguya added a certain blankness appearing on her face. Her eyes appeared dead enough that the twitch that woman possessed in her hands appeared, excitement drew her in a bit closer. "Ooo~ I haven't seen that one on a girl before. I want a doll like that. No kills yet either but so much...~" she seemed to think it over though. Right, she needed to remain calm. Take a deep breath. "Shame, some guys have all the luck. Still, smart girl. Accepted." she offered while looking at the girl. At the same time a text message came through for the girl as her oaf picked up dead bodies and dropped them in the bin, separating them from there personal effects.

Sakura's choices and experiment were understood by this mna. This only further confirmed how much he knew about her. It was good that her choices would be useful to her, not that she was worried. They were already proving quite fruitful. "What else?" she wondered earnestly. She was already pet, already used to doing things for the sake of the physical pleasure alone, but this experience was something well beyond the norm. She found her first major hurdle. A magically inclined phallus wasn't something that would naturally slip down her throat. Well, that wasn't it, it was somehow so much more massive than she was ready for. Most wouldn't make it far enough to tease her gag reflex but this one, seemed to be forcing the space. That hand on her head would be used to further force her down, though with playful menace in the eyes. Perhaps this was some sort of human test? She'd give it consideration. She wouldn't stop the action, she'd go with it... At the very least, she assumed the choking sensation was enjoyable for the one receiving it. And actually, a bit painful for her... that was interesting. If this was a direct after effect of her choice to disable her soul, she'd learn to deal with it. A bit of force wasn't much of a problem... she could kind of breath through her nose she supposed. All the while that gagging sensation would have her throat contorting around something magical while not being actively able to accommodate with just magic. Her eyes were somewhat pleading while looking up, little tears started at the corner of her eyes and spillage from her mouth would make it out further wetting his cock. What a strange experience, but there was full trust here, more so than she should have actively had considering they'd only just met.