Charles Patricius

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.