Charles Patricius

The situation surrounding Chizuru wasn't becoming any less strange. Based on Xiao's efforts, she had a very real chance of achieving one of three suites in descending order of: Diamond, Spade, Heart. Instead, she'd become something he felt before but couldn't initially see in her eyes from behind. Her response, however, was enough to confirm the identity she'd taken on. Hu? He knew a Hu within Chizuru's soul, but... she didn't belong here right now. The version he knew was linked to Chizuru's death and an understanding of the art of Homa, so why was she here in front of him? It seemed Xiao was right in his earlier assumption; something was wrong in this universe currently. "That shouldn't be," was all he could say. The dimensional rift had to be studied in this area... but that was a problem for later, he supposed. For now, he may as well finish the job and enjoy the moment. "Whatever. Looks like you're at least done cowering. What are you going to do now?"

Akira received another round of encouragement from Kokusei. Strangely, everything from her continued to feel somehow... alien in a way. She was something superior, behaving like someone who simply appeared and acted to sate boredom. Apparently though, there was another side to her latest reaction. She didn't think it was time to make grand claims for something he hadn't broken in yet. None of that mattered. Akira was not capable of 'breaking in' this unusual woman, and he was currently beyond the concept of caring. No matter what Kokusei said, he was winning something that couldn't be taken away. He didn't even bother with a verbal response, choosing instead to go about stirring Kokusei's rectum while rubbing a pair of fingers from one end of her crevice to the other. He found his face buried in her back, his body once again losing its functionality. No matter; he'd already decided to make the sacrifice. For now, Akira still had no issues moving his hips and hands, if nothing else.

Chizuru had become a different person, not simply a version of herself who had been pushed to the brink by the intrusion of new materials into her body. No, the personality which had surfaced was one which didn't belong here, right now, but one which seemed to be intimately more aware of what she was than Chizuru could ever be. No matter, they all maintained a certain level of unhinged behavior, even this one, who'd joked upon her entrance about 'Hu' she was. "What should be and what shouldn't be, what could be and what couldn't be~" she said in a lightly rhyming fashion. As for what she would do, now that she wasn't cowering she peeked at the man behind her and shivered, physically shifting her body like she was cold wiggling his cock around inside the snug fit of he own body like she was trying to loosen up and get warm. "Don't know... feels like the dead in here... is it a morgue? I'm still too stiff, too cold... but I feel something stiffer~" she claimed as if bemused. "Whatever will I do to get these old bones warm I wonder? Exercise me a bit yeah? I gotta get my heart pumping~" she pleaded in a manner very differently from earlier attempts. It was odd, but somehow more natural for her to talk this way... but she still didn't seem quite sane.

At the same time, Kokusei was setting herself up as a certain kind of goal. One which was reachable, but usually not the first time she was encountered. She'd encourage, she'd help, but her true satisfaction one in which she was left in the position of the broken that would only come once certain thresholds were reached. For now, she could start with the promise of something great, the start of goodness, the beginning of a new thing the ending of it as well. Such was a different kind of amusing. It also helped that a few of those odd echoes were still occurring and she could feel a little wiggle, similar to the one she gave her hips but for a different hole. It seemed someone a bit closer to bratty had woken up. Combined with the feeling of Akira's fingers in her folds and the movements of his hips, she could feel herself building up again. That electrical feeling something she could spread without trying to at this point. She'd ridden him while he was useless but with his weight bearing down on her, she felt... more peaceful, but she couldn't and wouldn't completely submit. No... it was far too early in his life for him to win like that... against her. "Give more! Cum like your life depends on it~" she exclaimed as if she expected the demand to be met.

The one called 'Hu' was among the more... enigmatic forms of Chizuru. Much like others, she was content to joke in the face of others' confusion or seriousness, even taking on a bit of casual poetry for no particular reason. "Don't start," Xiao stated. He was trying to make heads or tails of this situation as it related to the current distortion issues in this dimension. As Xiao's brain processed, 'Hu' started talking about the feeling of death and other things ─ all while shifting her hips to wiggle his girth around inside her. Xiao took it upon himself to slam the end of her womb right then and there, if only to try shutting her up for a moment. "Wrong face. Wrong time. Wrong universe. Whatever. By the end of it all, you'll still play the same role," he rambled. In the meantime, Xiao began pulling her body up, tearing the bandages that kept her bound. He wouldn't stop that movement until her body was upright, legs lifted and spread by his hold to display her entire fore to the camera ahead. In that position, he'd sit on the bed's edge. Any movement from that moment forward would be a repeated lifting and dropping of Chizuru's, or rather 'Hu's' body. "How much left? What's the amount of dedication toward Kurusu now?" he asked.

All the while, Akira was busy burning up whatever energy he had left. It wasn't about achieving victory over Kokusei, taming her or whatever other nonsense could have been in a different scenario. No, his efforts now were solely to maximize his own experience, damned be whatever she got from it beyond their initial agreement. His hips pistoned as if operated by heavy duty machinery, and his hand moved within her flesh pocket as if he were aiming to drown in the moisture it found there. Kokusei came with some rather aggressive instruction for the young man, but it didn't matter. What she apparently wanted was something Akira was well on his way to regardless. "Urusai!" he barked. It wouldn't take more than a few moments for Akira to grunt continuously, his body finally starting to give out seemingly in sequence with the loss of... possibly an entire pint or more of fluids that gushed from his cock into Kokusei's rear. It was neither easy nor short-lived. Akira spewed and spewed, seized and trembled until his upper body fell limp against Kokusei's back. From there, he could do naught but breathe. His hips remained mobile though, if only slightly in a manner akin to death throes. Ah, but there was a silver lining: Akira wasn't becoming flaccid just yet.

'Hu' was told not to start... well it was far too late for that, "Why so serious?~" she wondered almost earnestly. Oh well, there wouldn't be much time for her individual considerations. No, she was going to be subjected to a bit more physical 'exercise' then she might have intended. Xiao was a bit too much for his original intention, he thought her in the wrong time, place and universe. Maybe she was... or perhaps she wasn't? Whatever the truth of this matter was, 'Hu' would be subjected to a change, one which had her being ripped away from her confines and repositioned. Very physical drops would begin to occur as Xiao raised and lowered her in his lap. "Oy----HYUCK!?" was the only question which she managed to ask before she began to hiccup. Facing the camera her mind was flickering. With that flicker, her eyes did the same. Those flowers that bloomed in her pupils would continue to shift. Each thrust seemed to knock something out of her. Maybe it was her own sense, or maybe it was something else entirely. But as she shifted through the breaking of her mind once again... she'd be left with Spades in her eyes. "WHO?!" she questioned about the nature of Kurusu Akira. Maybe she honestly didn't know who he was... she didn't appear to, no... she was too busy focusing on those advanced shots to the far-side of her womb, and feeling herself breaking with every moment to worry about someone else. "You're trying to knock my soul out of my body... I'm just trying to keep it in~ That's the only thing I can dedicate myself to!~" she claimed earnestly.

At the same time, Kokusei was being used as an object, well as much as Akira could currently manage. He was pounding away in her rear, using his fingers against her folds and aiming to keep abusing her, irrespective of what he had to offer her in return. Such was a good place for him to be. His own goals needed focus for him to achieve them and sometimes the use was all that was needed. In Kokusei's case, she'd given a very particular warning, but it wasn't just a point of menance. The demands of a form like hers were more than most mortals could stand up to... he had to give like he meant it, or risk losing not just all his bodily fluids but but his life to the ebb and flow of her insides. "Aaah!~ You can't make me~" she said teasingly. Ah, but he didn't have to make her right now... No, Kokusei would be moaning her content as her body filled in a very specific way and... she knew that Akira had worn himself out. He was leaning against her back and she was sure she had more of him inside of her than he'd had inside of him to give. Such was pleasant to know... but what was more... his cock was still hard. "Hoh? Still hard? Does that mean it's my turn again?~" she wondered... well, even if he said no... she'd be wiggling her hips against him. Continuing movements in an aim to milk him completely dry.

Why so serious, Hu asked. Xiao would not be justifying her foolishness with a response. She knew exactly what was at stake, and her special brand of madness only made things more difficult by adding extra steps to the process. Obviously, there was only one way to show her the cost of her actions. A bit of objectification was only a normal day to both parties when it was all said and done anyway. Besides, Hu's reaction to being repeatedly dropped onto his rod was closer to normal, and thus appreciable as a contrast to her normal self. When asked about Kurusu Akira, a very loud 'who' passed her lips. Ah, but there was something else ─ her soul was shifting in a different direction. "Kurusu Akira. The guy you've been obsessed with. The guy that had you so satisfied earlier today because you were finally able to fuck. Your boyfriend-not-boyfriend," he chanted. Whether she actually knew him or not didn't matter to Xiao; his goal was addressing a rare part of the lengthy bucket list while establishing a certain type of connection that transcended universal laws. As for the young woman's most recent claim about keeping the soul within her body, they would not agree. The very next time Xiao dropped her down his shaft, he also thrusted upwards, letting the camera have a very interesting view of... an actual bulge in her abdomen? Surely that couldn't have been real, most would think. "Don't be stupid. That's not something for you to dedicate yourself to. You've got other options," he answered.

And so came the downfall of Kurusu Akira. As he flopped onto Kokusei's back, even having that previously active hand fall to the mattress beneath her, it seemed his hips' movements were nothing more than residual trembling, or perhaps... a side-effect of an erection he couldn't control. True, he couldn't make her be silent... but the moaning he heard after that very announcement was better than any victory. "Don't need to," Akira managed while heaving against Kokusei's back. Now that he couldn't even try consciously moving his body, Akira could once again feel that electricity; it was more focused in his groin than it had been before. Perhaps that was the reason he couldn't feel himself becoming flaccid? Well, there wasn't much time to consider that before Kokusei mentioned... her next turn. In that moment, Akira proved he could control one or two parts of his body: his eyelids. Eyes widening, he stammered through a response. "Your wha─AHT!?" Already, there was overstimulation. He hadn't even properly recovered from his own climax, but the feeling of Kokusei's cervix around his sensitive glans caused an additional and immediate squirt of semen to escape him. Akira's body was squirming, and he had no control over it. He supposed it was just his fate to flop around like a dead fish atop her back while she abused his lack of ability.

Chizuru was going through some very interesting points at present. In addition to being repeatedly dropped on Xiao's cock and experining a push towards her furthest reaches with every movement. It appeared they were making a film of some sort. It was obviously meant for the eyes of Kurusu Akira. There was mention of her earlier day. Her brain tried working through it. According to Xiao, earlier this day she'd been so satisfied by fucking the lad that he'd become her 'boyfriend, well her not boyfriend'. That seemed like an early part of life if she'd ever seen one. "Oh... man that was ages ago~" she claimed well, that was the truth from her own perspective. Well, regardless, she wasn't one to stop what she was doing for the next thing. "And whatever started that obsession isn't anything like this~" she added the bounces of her body taking her further and further away. Whatever Kurusu Akira had to offer at this time, would be nothing compared to what she currently received, she had no desire to devote herself completely to such a situation and nor would she. As she was dropped down that final time, her tongue flew out of her mouth the bulge in her abdomen peaked and she was sure her soul actually flew out of her body like a little ghost. Those eyes finally solidified as she lost that part of herself and it became a very different day. She could dedicate herself to something else, now that her soul had left her body... well, "Xiao-kantoku!~ I'll dedicate myself to you~" she chimed excitedly. Whatever a Kurusu Akira was... it definitely wasn't anything she'd want over this man here, no... he was right now all she could think about.

At the same time... Kurusu Akira had worked himself into uselessness. Rather his flopping body only had a hard dick to show for all his work. That was fine... Kokusei knew she'd use him so long as his dick was hard and it would ultimately be for his betterment. "Yeah, you think that... but one day~" she claimed about her lack of speech. Until then, she'd be ramming her hips into him repeatedly until he eventually fell back, and once he was in the dick up position with her atop him, she'd continue to work him over like the tool he was. "My turn!~" she claimed as she slammed herself down into him repeatedly. "I'm going to use you up now~" she claimed... of course, she knew this to be no real negative to any man. She'd never have any real issue doing exactly what she wanted, to someone who couldn't fight back against her. It was always fun to encounter the younger ones, who needed help. And at present she'd continue using his cock and making it work without his consent... both in his 'dreams' and his 'reality'. She could also feel a certain echoing sensation. Someone else had made the same kind of choice. A confusion was being spread about the universe, one which worked towards the overarching goals of both Xiao and Kokusei... as she looked over the distance as if she could see something directly across from her as she rose and fell on Akira's cock.

To call a few hours 'ages ago', this face of Chizuru's solidified the thought that she didn't belong in this particular time period... or perhaps she was just crazy. Well, the latter was true regardless. Xiao wouldn't be giving much thought to it for the sake of his own mental stability. Whatever the case, it was high time they addressed Chizuru's connection to Kurusu Akira. According to her, the obsession she had with the other male couldn't compare to her current experience. "Oh?" Xiao questioned as if lightly fishing for information. His left arm abandoned her leg, hooking around her torso to have its hand hover around her open mouth. That dangling tongue of hers would be met by his fore and middle fingers, which proceeded to slide into her mouth, hook, and pull her cheek. She claimed she could dedicate herself to him, but how far did that dedication go? That matter was important. He'd continue repeatedly lifting her body using his right arm beneath her matching leg, even elevating it further ─ as if there was need for an even snugger fit in her canal. "Will you? You don't even know who I am. Or... do you?" he asked. "Speak your mind," he added immediately. At the same time, Xiao's gaze averted just slightly. There was something else going on nearby... but not really. Two gazes met across two bubbles separated within a pocket dimension, and an understanding was reached. Their goals had almost been met.

Ah, but before that... Akira was subjected to more glorious torment. Kokusei's comment about 'one day' somewhere in the future made no sense to him, but neither did most things she said since they met. Though he tried to ignore that matter entirely, he couldn't ignore Kokusei deciding to take her turn. Even if he wanted to ignore that as well, her ass slamming against his unresponsive pelvis was knocking the wind out of poor Akira. She was going to use him up, apparently. Did he have anything left to give? Well, it seemed he did. Akira's production felt like it was reaching an all-time high. His balls were generating semen at a rate that he could almost feel in the current state. Maybe he would have even gotten a proper feel for it if he wasn't instead feeling himself being knocked back onto the bed and ridden into the hereafter. "Haa─uwah! Don't you believe in breaks?!" he cried out, reverting quickly to a more timid mental identity. And so, he was right back to gushing away. He wondered how a human body could even fit what he felt slipping out of him, but... he supposed this was a dream; things didn't have to make that much sense.

There were extremes to people like Chizuru even she was aware of. It was very much like her to call a few hours prior to an event ages ago, but this was mostly due to how quickly she could potentially change her mind or focus. Xiao might have mentally described her as 'unhinged' but the truth of that was well beyond a simple showing in a moment. "This is a whole different tier of dick, I felt like my life was in danger~" she claimed, which was surprisingly enough a truth. It wasn't necessary to act, Xiao had something going for him that no others possessed as far as Chizuru was concerned. Still that tongue now hanging out of her mouth was soon accosted. An arm wrapped around her torso forced more tightness into her core and she felt every second of it. "Details!~" she claimed about not knowing him. In speaking her mind she could give a more general understanding of him, as far as her soul was concerned he had some specific feelings associated with him already. "I will... a guy out here saving a girl, with a dick like this on full fuck mode. Sounds like he should be Daddy to me~" she claimed firmly. Yes, that sounded right. So rare was it the desire to actuallly call a man 'daddy'. Most who wanted such a thing weren't capable of holding up under pressure. But this one... was different, even her oddities didn't seem to matter. Regardless of what Akira was or wasn't to Chizuru, he definitely didn't currently fit that description so Chizuru was her current self was sure of this new decision.

Kokusei's words to Akira likely wouldn't make sense to him anytime soon, and by the time they did... he'd likely be doing something quite similar to her current actions. She continued to bounce against him, until he was toppled and then once again she was using his body for her own pleasure, such was simply how she was going to act when left unchecked. "Breaks? Yes, I believe in them~" she said as her own body continued moving. She began shifting her hips and knocking the lad around inside her in such a way as to leave his less aggressive self squirming under the attention. She even began tickling his balls, rubbing and pulling against them as she bounced seeming to be working her way back towards a certain special button. "Usually of the mental and spiritual variety~" she mentioned, as if right on cue, that eye contact made on the other side would come with a wink from Kokusei was she pressed a finger into Akira's rear moving it around in there and leaving a few 'static' like shocks for him to experience as she massaged his prostate.

Chizuru once felt like her life was in danger dealing with Xiao in a sexual way... and she was right. Her life had been, and still was, in danger of ending on a whim. Said whim didn't even have to be Xiao's, but could have been that of the universe. "It still will be if I decide to get serious," he commented absently. The effort Xiao put forth was still not even a single percent of his true capacity, but Chizuru had no need of that. She did however, have an apparent need of something superior to Kurusu Akira. With fingers tugging her cheek, she announced an identity spoken by many in this universe and most others ─ one belonging to Xiao and his other selves on a deeper-than-spiritual level. "Are you sure?" he asked, his attention still aimed at another bubble of reality. "If you are, I'm not the one you should tell. One more time, remember? Make whatever request you have of me, and sing your swan song to those left behind."

Kurusu Akira considered himself a decently perceptive guy. Without the ability to control his body, his perception was further amplified... yet it didn't have to be. When Kokusei claimed she did, in fact, believe in breaks... there was a dark and foreboding cloud looming over Akira's mind. She hadn't stopped moving. That made things worse. They had been together for some time now ─ certainly long enough for Akira to realize she didn't just casually speak like that. She didn't believe in breaks. She was abrasive, pushy and impatient to what many would consider a fault. So, when she said she believed in 'breaks'... there was only one type she could mean. Lo and behold, she confirmed his suspicions only a few moments later, whilst tickling and tugging balls that were also overly sensitive at the time. "Wait, I'm no─AUGH!" Whatever Akira was attempting, he lost to a sudden electric finger in the ass. If he thought there was more spunk than should be possible vacating his body before, he was in for a rude awakening. Previous instances had been more like a kitchen faucet compared to the burst fire hydrant now surging into Kokusei's rear. Akira was losing more than just fluids to boot. Even though he wasn't moving anymore, he was feeling more and more... tired. Sadly, that exhaustion didn't translate to his dick, which only became more energized as the moments passed.

Experiences were incomparable, of this Chizuru was certain. There was something so appealing about the man currently buried deep inside her, that if it'd be stated that she was obsessed with him, she wouldn't have even questioned it. Even more, according to Xiao, her life could still be in danger, if he decided to get serious. "Oya? Are you really not serious already?~" she said in a manner which was jokingly teasing. Whether or not that was something she wanted to find out, was not really obvious. But what was obvious was... submission. She'd found that Xiao was something worth dedicating herself to with his fingers in her mouth he asked of she was certain, "Of course I'm sure!~" she claimed emphatically. Oh but this was a video, a certain amount of audience engagement was still necessary. And this was obviously for the one known as Kurusu Akira. "Gommen... it was fun while it lasted. I tried... Sayonara... Kurusu-kun~" she said while flashing the camera a look which contained sadness but only for a moment. The shift qas something which would happen soon after and she'd address Xiao once more, "Fuck me, Daddy!~ I'm all yours!~" Chizuru admitted easily carrying on, unable to hold back on her own desires and fully willing to shift into a place of belonging with Xiao instead.

At the same time, Kokusei had taken control of the situation once more. She was riding Akira now, with her ass as his receptacle. And beyond that she was assaulting even more of his senses than she had the first time. Without care did she bounce against him, using his body as she saw fit. She'd told him she'd believed in breaks, but it was more like breaking people down... and lo, it seemed he realized what she meant all too late. By the time he would have voiced an opinion, he was gurgling once more as he didn't even complete his sentence before he was expelling even more of himself into Kokusei's rectum. "Ehehehe~ What's that? Were you saying something?~" she questioned in a teasing manner. She didn't stop herself, that finger continued to push and she expected him to give even more, such was her nature. And now that she was in charge again, she'd continue to abuse him as such. "You'll have to speak up, and address me properly if you want to ask me something~" she claimed as if she was amused by the experience. And it seemed she would be... since she could feel the shift in his body and also the call of a name which she was sure meant they were coming to the right point in their overall plan. Everything was coming together.