Charles Patricius

According to Chizuru, nothing would be found in her search history. Ah, she was a true degenerate through and through. That tidbit of information got a genuine reaction out of Xiao ─ something resembling a smirk, nearly a chuckle. "Smart. Mindful of caches," he said, taking a moment to glance toward Chizuru's bedroom and that old tripod camera. In the meantime, Chizuru was listing the sorts of tags she searched in this era... as well as things she'd been missing. Incest was lacking in her life experiences, but that was nothing to fret over; he knew he'd be personally involved in that one. "Sou. Well, you're on your way to a bad end now. We'll also see if you survive. But... you won't. I'll show you why," he said. With that, Xiao reached out to grab the top of Chizuru's head. He intended to slowly push his cock into her mouth, only to keep going. With his conscious effort to penetrate, there was something different to be found from the action. Despite its existing mass, it seemed Xiao's member carried the weight of an entire planet... and he was planning on shoving it all the way into Chizuru's throat with no concern for her ability to breathe.

Was Akira trying his best? He really didn't know if he was successfully trying anything. Survival was about all he could manage presently. He could feel the full force of electricity coursing through his body, but he could no longer feel himself moving. When Kokusei's canal tightened, Akira's body began... actually moving? Yes, it seemed his arms were able to rise properly before he realized it. He was soon clutching at her torso with both arms, even arching his spine to complete the movement. "Guah! I'm gonna die!" he shouted. Even so, it seemed Akira's hips were beginning to buck beneath Kokusei in conjunction with her own movements. The strange feelings he'd been experiencing were virtually gone. Actually... most feeling was gone for the moment, and Akira had no idea that was because he was no longer attached to his original body. . .

Chizuru upon admitting that it was well within her knowledge to delete all necessary information concerning her search history, was warned about the use of cache. "Hai hai, unless someone goes all government on me, I doubt it will be a problem. And even if they do... I'm a content creator, that has to excuse a lot of it~" she said in a joking manner. Such things would always happen, a joke, a jab, a strange understanding... this was how Chizuru progressed and processed her own life. She was apparently on her way to a bad end by Xiao's own words... and she wouldn't survive according to him, for one reason he'd be showing rather an explaining. Chizuru had been upping her game on his cock. Making use of several different kinds of action to build him up, and now that he had it... he took her by the had, and shoved that cock down her throat. But there was no relief in sight. No gentle tease... nothing of the sort. No he pushed all that he was into her mouth and down her throat with absolutely no regard for her life. She was choking... no suffocating. She was sure of it. Her eyes were watering, her throat convulsing trying its best to dislodge the intruder, but no mere mortal reflex could stop what as currently happening. She'd raised her hands placing them on his hips and knew with a testing shove that she couldn't back out either. This sort of thing was why a safe word was needed. Ah, but her mouth was full... how would she get it out? Did he understand morse code? Could she communicate it with her dimming eyes? She didn't know... she'd try but as she went out, as her life flickered and the lack of oxygen brought blackness to the corners of her vision... she found something else. This was sort of enjoyable wasn't it. Her life wasn't even in her own hands anymore and now she was struggling. Did she even care to? She was panicked and almsot thrashing but what would she actually do besides tap against his pelvis in the hops he'd let go. Or maybe in the hopes he wouldn't... dying with a cock buried down her throat almost seemed a comical enough end for her... maybe she should ride her way into it?

Just the same, Akira seemed to be separating. As Kokusei rode him like he was a simple object, he experienced several shocks and different forms of tightening. Eventually, Kokusei would find his hips bucking back against her, that had to be an unconscious effort. "Oh? Started moving? If you start giving effort you'll have to give more, you know?~" Kokusei teased the man in all seriousness. She wasn't the sort whose soul would allow someone to give only a little. No giving to one like her required giving to her satisfaction, even at the highest costs possible. Luckily for Akira... all necessary precautions had been taken. But in the moment she wondered if he'd actually be capable of something more. How much had he realized? How much would come to his mind? She didn't yet know and as such it'd be a while yet before she found out what exactly he had to say.

Regardless of Chizuru's excuse for any discovered searches, Xiao now had all the knowledge he needed about her current mentality. She and Akira may have been the closest to their true mental selves in this era. With those sorts of preferences, perhaps he could play around a fair amount for the best possible scene. Well... even if he failed to do that, she'd surely enjoy the Reality Marble from another universe later. That was always likely to happen anyway. What would happen with Xiao's new plan of attack though? He felt Chizuru's instinctual fight against the cock that threatened to asphyxiate her. Moments later, it seemed she was considering... just giving up. Hands that reached his pelvis barely registered as pushing to him, and any tapping she tried felt all too weak for survival instinct after a moment. As such, Xiao just kept pushing, bulging her throat and aiming to lodge the whole of his rod within. Naturally, she couldn't die unless he forced the issue. Presently, he was thinking to let her lose consciousness while he throbbed in her already stretched throat. If she didn't give him reason to be more interested in another approach, he'd go with that option... after which he'd be dislodging himself to carry her toward the bed, all to start recording with that tripod.

Akira's movements had finally started. He couldn't understand how he was managing, but this wasn't the type of situation in which such things should be questioned. No, he had to survive. Survival meant the ability to enjoy more of this incredible, albeit random experience. Why couldn't he feel anything but her insides? It didn't matter! What did matter, was Kokusei's claim that he had to give more if he was going to give at all. "But I can't... huh?" Akira was prepared to argue his ability to do much else, but then came a realization. Without his knowledge, his hand had already moved toward Kokusei's rear, where his middle finger would be slipping its way into her backdoor. There was previously a cast on that same hand, but... it was gone now? Things were quickly becoming too confusing to ignore. "What happened?" he questioned aloud. Of course, Akira's shock also came with the failure to realize he was now completely nude, neither cast nor gown anywhere on his person.

Chizuru couldn't have done much about a man deciding to smother her with his cock. Not without preplanning the situation... this wasn't one in her control. In the end, as she struggled without cause or ability to actually stop anything... she managed only to have her throat convulse more upon his cock as it wedged its way down and... that blackness in the corners of her vision began to spot the center points. Her eyes would become dull moment by moment and eventually consciousness would be lost, but before it did, she did have one more thing she wished to do... If she could manage it, with the last vestiges of her consciousness she would lift her right hand and... flip Xiao the bird. Whatever this man planned to do, he wouldn't have any epic commentary to go along with it. No, he'd be left to his own devices after she lost consciousness. If she lived or died that was up to him, but she'd made her final joke for this particular scene and to her it was perfect.

At the same time, a different form of consciousness was being reached by Akira. It seemed the lad was coming to the realization that the boundaries of his physical form were no longer in his way. Well, as much as a human brain could tolerate such a thing. Kokusei's teasing and prodding had the lad reacting oddly, as he realized his hips were moving and that his hands were no longer covered by casts. He was completely nude and very capable of doing anything he would have normally been able to and a bit more. In fact, for her current troubles, Kokusei found her asshole being prodded by a finger of a hand which was finally free enough to go where it wished. "Oh, finally caught up to that too... good boy~" Kokusei mentioned. As for his understanding there was something to be said about it... perhaps the easiest route to understand was the best to take, given she wasn't planning to fully explain magic to this lad, in their present meeting. "What's happening, isn't it obvious? You're dreaming and finally got free... what are you going to do with that freedom though... that's the important question~" Kokusei prodded. Her movements became more steady as she rode against bucking hips, she'd enjoy the sensation of a more active target even more than her previous pure domination. Well, she might as well have fun while she worked.

Chizuru's consciousness was fading. Xiao had an interest in what would be her last hoorah, but what would he actually get for his patience? Chizuru looked up to the man and flashed her middle finger before blacking out completely. Only when Xiao confirmed her body had gone fully limp did he bother moving to react. "Hmph," he snickered, which was about as close to a laugh as this variant got. As ways to go out were concerned, he also found that one hilarious. Regardless, it was time he carried her to the bed and switched on that camera. He'd record the entire act of discarding the rest of Chizuru's clothes and wrapping her arms, legs and lower torso in bandages. Naturally, he left loose hanging bandages over her chest and around her hips, all for the sake of easy access. Some were further used for different purposes though ─ namely binding Chizuru's wrists and ankles to the bed frame once he had her face-down toward the rolling camera. Finally, from behind the lass, he'd be lifting her center of gravity with one arm while tilting her head back via her hair ─ all to make her face the camera fully. He'd even be hovering over her from behind, his face adjacent to hers when he spoke. "Time to wake up, Rhaperzys. Your shell is about to break," he spoke to an entity that didn't even exist quite yet.

Meanwhile, another such entity had been removed from his 'shell' and was none the wiser. Akira realized his limbs were free and functional. Despite the lack of proper feeling when he made contact with most parts, he remained capable of feeling the sex itself... as well as that constant electrical pulse. Kokusei spoke as if he'd been without casts for some time now, but Akira could have sworn they existed just moments ago. Right now, he was realizing everything was gone from his person. Was this a dream? Kokusei claimed it was a dream. That didn't make much sense. He didn't imagine a dream would actually mention what it was... but perhaps there was logic behind it? His nerves may have been affected by the crash and all the broken bones, so perhaps that was the cause behind the shock. Nothing else could really explain the disappearance of clothes and casts, or the appearance of this random woman in the middle of the night. Either way, there was no turning back from either dream or reality at this point. He did have the ability to act now, so Akira's only decision could be precisely that. His middle finger thrusted itself into Kokusei's ass, as far as it could reach while his arm functioned as a brace to help stabilize her body's movements. With the ability to curl properly, he could even bury his face in Kokusei's chest ─ something he'd do before lips were latched onto her nearest nipple. There were so many things for Akira to do, he hardly knew where to start. He did know, however, that everything would be tried if possible.

Chizuru had shown herself, given one final showing of her prowess and epic comedic timing. And then...she'd lost consciousness. Ah, well, she was still alive, at least, and might have even been a bit pleased to know she'd caused some kind of emotional reaction from the rather impassive lad she'd been performing a sex act with. No matter, the second scene was starting up. There was a change in setting and perspective, as Chizuru would be bound to the bed by bandages, leaving only the intimate parts of her body covered directly in front of her own tripod. Whatever name was just used... she didn't hear it. Or maybe she did... something about it seemed to spark something in her mind. A firework seemed to go off as her brain came back online. "I'm alive?~" she questioned first a foremost... "Eh, why does getting choked out by a dick feel like a hangover?" she mused as she tried and failed to open her eyes a few times. When she finally did manage it, there was a flicker, a little light directly in the bottom of them before she gained the ability to focus on the man before her. "Oya? Is the the start of the next bit? I'm tied up... this wasn't on my bingo card for this encounter~" she claimed in her usual teasing manner. "Also, I'm not an egg..." she commented, she thought she heard something about a shell breaking when she woke up, and she didn't like the sound of that at all.

At the same time, while one planned to break, another planned to repurpose. The core difference between two individuals as often how they went about similar tasks. Kokusei told Akira he was dreaming and the lad didn't argue. She didn't plan to let him fully remember this instance anyways, so she could have gone with a bit more honesty but she was still a bit impish at her core. "Oh, no more questions huh? But definitely back into it~" claimed Kokusei. With freedom Akira latched onto her breast and if he sucked he would find that oddly flavored milk that her body seemed to produce so sweet, mildly floral and a bit fruity as well. Whatever the case, she also rode his cock while he managed to finger her asshole. It was really quite the grand effort from the lad and Kokusei would do nothing but enjoy it as she built up to her next orgasm. "Careful now, taking from me is how you end up addicted~" she warned though a hand buried in his hair would likely seem like encouragement, which is was... it was always fun to ride like this.

As Xiao leaned over Chizuru's back and spoke to the one she'd yet to become, the girl stirred. She first announced her consciousness by expressing shock, if only because she was still alive. "Of course you're alive. I can't get what I want if you're dead before I put it in," Xiao stated as a matter of fact. Regarding the hangover-like feeling Chizuru was experiencing, there was an explanation... but Xiao wouldn't give it. He kept hold of her hair, keeping her face aimed at the camera ahead. Chizuru's bingo card was an irrelevant matter... but only for the moment."Should have brought a different card. I took some liberties and started the recording. This isn't a scene that can be done twice. Well... not really," Xiao rambled. It seemed Chizuru did catch some of his earlier words. In response to his words about a shell cracking, she claimed she wasn't an egg. Well... that was objectively false, but she didn't have all the necessary information. "Whatever," was all Xiao said in response. "Any show worth putting on while you're still able to act?" he asked, settling fully into position with a cock spaced between Chizuru's buttocks and extending along her lower back.

As for Akira, there were indeed no remaining questions. It was best for his mental health to roll with the idea of this being some big, crazy dream. Nothing made sense otherwise. He could keep pushing forward with this all as part of his imagination, and push forward, he did. An occupied dick, a busy finger, and a mouth drawing Kokusei's nipple into it with... milk being drained? Yes, this had to be a dream. While a bit of breastmilk could have been expected of anyone, there was a far stronger version of what he'd tasted from her before ─ something sweeter than sin with a definite, albeit unknown flavor. Akira drank it like warm tea while winding his hips beneath the young woman, only to be warned about developing addictions again. His mouth separated from her bosom a few inhales later, milk dripping down his chin from how recklessly he'd already started drinking. "We already had that conversation. I'm already all-in!" he affirmed.

According to Xiao, Chizuru couldn't be dead before he put himself inside her. That made sense... she supposed... "Sou ka, death by dick doesn't just mean in the throat... on board~" she claimed but of course she wasn't. There was the slightest thrashing, that little bit of tension her body held because she knew exactly how large this man's cock was. She honestly didn't think it possible to take that kind of girth without some extreme preparation and maybe even some kind of drug. Meanwhile, Xiao was rambling about the nature of this moment, claiming that this sort of scene couldn't be done twice and she should have brought a different bingo card. A bit of nervous laughter escaped the girl at this point. "Ehehe~ Don't say it like that... it might actually make me scared. I can still feel it ya' know..." she mused about the sensation of that man's phallus looming over her. "Literally it's menacing me from the outside... do you know how hard that is to accomplish!?!~" she questioned earnestly. As for the act she was playing while she could still do it... her head lifted she looked up at the camera... almost earnestly. "I tried not to let it get this far, but I'm all tied up now..." she said in that half-joking manner she always spoke in. "The only thing I can do... his hope he goes easy on me, don't watch okay?~" she offered but there was something a bit devious about that... perhaps she wanted someone else to see this reckoning or maybe it was simply a part of the play... no matter what, that cock was still looming and still coming for her... so what else could she do but wait to see how she'd respond to it.

At the same time, Akira wasn't questioning anything. He found breast milk he drank. He found electrical walls inside of Kokusei's body, he moved his hips beneath her. He found the ability to move previously casted arms, he fingered her asshole. Everything about the lad's actions said he was all in, every answer to every question said he was willing to commit fully to everything offered. Regardless of any lingering effects. It was quite interesting to meet the young whose personalities were closer to alignment than their bodies were... there would likely be an explosion of some sort between that pair when they next met. How would she respond? By meeting his thrusts and taking the rhythm he added to while looking into his milk sullied face. "Ara~ I didn't expect you to be awake so early, Byka Mittys~" she said as she came to a hault with him pushed all the way against the entrance to her womb while looking into his face. "I suppose that means you're ready for the rest~" Kokusei mentioned. And without waiting for his response she pushed down further allowing the head of his cock to enter her womb, and submerging him in the perpetual power therein. Well, she did claim to use him as a vibrator, he needed to keep buzzing.

Chizuru wasn't actually on board. He knew it, she knew it, the universe itself knew it. If he were to put it simply, Xiao would have admitted how easily she could have died with him lodged in her throat. In fact, she could have been erased from swallowing a portion of his load ─ something he didn't even subject her to... yet. Her fear was not unfounded. In fact, he'd placed his rod against her back to provide the sensation of it just to enhance the anxiety. Regardless, it was time for Ichinose Chizuru's last act. She fell right into the role of netorare leading lady, explaining her situation and begging the recipient to avoid watching. It was a decent act, Xiao thought. Better still would be the real thing, which he'd begin by first tightening his grip on Chizuru's hair. His other hand would be reaching down to firmly grasp his own cock. As his hips shifted back, he dragged that dense slab of meat down along Chizuru's back until it naturally released from her rear-end. Only a moment later, the tip was pressed to her folds. Human logic said it shouldn't have fit, but that didn't stop him from pushing forward with every intention of starting a slow and grueling stretch of Chizuru's entrance. Xiao could have explained that full acceptance would help, but in her current spiritual state, it wouldn't have made a difference against him anyway. Besides, where would the fun be in that?

After providing his argument against the notion of fleeing addiction, Akira was addressed by a name he'd never heard, in a language he couldn't possibly recognize. It felt so very normal, though. Oh well; it had to be another of those weird dream things. Maybe it was something he heard several weeks ago without even registering it consciously, or maybe it was spoken in the background of that recent anime. What was that about being awake early though? No, that didn't matter either. "I'm starting to question my own subconscious," he muttered. Before Akira could manage anything else, Kokusei spoke of... 'the rest' ─ whatever that was. Ah, he didn't have to wonder for long. In one fell swoop, Kokusei somehow forced him beyond the natural limits of her canal, subjecting him first to the impossible tightness that came with bypassing the cervix. Beyond that, there was... well, he couldn't call it anything but infinity. Difficulty would come with trying to call it anything however, as he had nothing but a gurgled moan to offer in that moment, alongside another explosion from within... and another sensation of being electrocuted. It seemed Akira was fated to be silenced again and again, even in his dreams. Oh well; there was still nothing to complain about from his perspective.

Chizuru had felt an impending sense of doom, ever since talks of sex had started between her and Xiao. The moment she was called out for acting... in the seconds she became her truest self... she registered as being vulnerable in the oddest way. She showed pieces of herself from time to time... it was hard not to, even while striving to be an accomplished actress little pieces of her real self always bled through. Whether it was the moment after a 'bullying' when she couldn't keep her face straight because she was plotting revenge or a second of humor too dark for the present conversation, something was always there right below the surface. In the most recent moments her lack of stability had been laid bare. And here she was, tied to her own bed, in front of her own camera, playing at the 'remorseful' NTR female protagonist, but... was she really? Well, the answer to that was complicated and only made more so by Xiao himself. She was sure this man shouldn't have been having sex with anyone... she was certain his cock wasn't supposed to fit into her. And even as he pulled back, holding her head up and angling himself for new entry she felt.... unnerved. There was panic which began to fester which bordered upon hysteria... in her. It was easily seen in that camera's footage. Even the flinch she experienced as his cock made contact with her folds was real... but she couldn't reach to stop him. "Wait, wait... I'm actually legitimately scared right no----oooooow!" that sound was one of pain, it wasn't a moan. She couldn't want this it definitely wouldn't fit. No matter how much her body tired to prepare by lubricating itself, the sheer girth was incalculable. And unfathomable... and she knew it. It was big enough to suffocate her, it was definitely going to tear her in two. When was the last time, Chizuru had been properly scared of something? She'd be willing to die in that alley, but she wasn't too scared... no those things those actions had a playbook she understood... Xiao, didn't. He was an unknown unknown. A good Samaritan. A massive dick slinging deviant... a rogue element. An actor improvising on a show that had a script. He was off the script and she was a train being pushed off the rails.

And while Chizuru questioned her own choices and emotions, Akira was questioning his brain. Under the belief that this was a dream... Akira was curious about the name he heard. And wondered about the things going on in his subconscious. "Do that... but accept it. As long as you don't reject yourself you'll be fine... questioning is fine too, some of us always wonder how deep the well goes~" Kokusei mentioned. Of course, that little nugget of information would probably be lost, around the time the lad in question found himself spilling into eternity and being jolted once more by all that Kokusei was. She rotated her hips against him while he convulsed feeling that amazing vibrator quality she'd been speaking of before. A sigh left Kokusei as she experienced that entrance, "Ah~ That's so nice. You have no idea how hard it is holding back once you're used to something more. The desire to push the limit becomes an itch you just have to scratch~" she said her voice still teasing as she continued her work. "I wonder though, can you even hear me?~" she said while working her hips and looking into his face there was something rather enjoyable about moments like these, she never got tired of being on this end of aggressive activity. It was only made more fun inside of one of her calmer forms who could hold it together while doing so. Just toeing the line was a different kind of fun.