Charles Patricius

Miko 'moving towards sure' as she put it, was of little consequence to Takao. She could be as certain as she wanted to be, and he'd probably still push for greater certainty in the moment. Just a bit more. Takao continued to lean on that justification as their bodies became more inseparable, even linking at the mouth again. Tongues were dancing like they'd never stopped. One of Takao's arms remained in full contact with Miko's leg from beneath, and the other settled over her head against the seat. In time, his hips were moving only by the effort of his spine, pumping and pumping into Miko's womb with no concern for the fact that he was already leaking pre-ejaculate into her. All the while, Yugi was outside leaning forward, curious about something new. He could feel the signs of a special call coming from... Miko, undoubtedly. It was somehow incomplete, though. Why could that have been?

A memory box continued letting its hidden scene unfold. The younger Yugi sat in relative peace on a couch, wondering if he'd successfully gotten away with an act of theft. Everything was in order; the plan should have worked perfectly. Alas, that pitter patter moving toward the room he occupied could have only belonged to one person. Both of their fathers were on the other side of the house, and it surely wasn't Miko's mother. No, it was the girl herself barreling into the room to accuse him. Where he'd gone wrong, Yugi didn't know... nor did Miko seem to know exactly what he'd taken. Calmly did he answer her question, despite a hidden internal annoyance. "What kind of thing is that to ask a guess who's minding his own business? Pretty dumb way to make an impression if you ask me," he said with a bit of snark. Internally however, he was having a very different reaction. 'What the fuck?! I did not fuck this up! She doesn't even know what I got! Is she just paranoid?'

Bit by bit, the quality of Jin's leisure time was improving. Though none of these women seemed leaps and bounds above the others as he cycled through them, moving from one to another did more than just keep Jin entertained; it kept his excitement growing. Activity was both a choice and a requirement the longer he went on. There was a cost to be paid for that, and sadly the barstool beneath Rangiku had to pay it. Its hind legs cracked and snapped, making useless the entire object. Alas, Rangiku would not have to concern herself with falling. "Your arms work, don't they?" he asked. Jin had no interest in continuing to hold the woman up by her sides. If he had to do something like that while continuing to thrust as he was, there would likely be some natural repercussions to the effort.

Miko was letting go of multiple contented squeals as their mouths found each other again. That minty flavor wasn't one she'd ever dislike, she was certain. She wanted so much of it, she had to get more... and in exchange she offered up her own persimmon flavor to him. Had she always liked kissing this much? She was sure she did, but somehow she couldn't have said making out with him wasn't her favorite thing to do. Even while he wasn't moving around inside her, now that he was moving his hips with his cock planted firmly within her womb, she couldn't do anything but enjoy each and every second. That leakage into her womb was barely an appetizer, she wanted even more! She couldn't wait to feel him splash and fill her insides, she needed it. Her day would be made so long as they could continue like this. Even now she could only be made happier by the hand that found its way atop her head while she was being pummeled. "Squee♪~" she chirped happily. At the same time, she knew nothing directly of the call... but someone else was watching a very early version of the same girl make a strange first impression.

That memory was indeed unfolding and after reaching that person sitting on the couch in his half mask, she made her accusation in that quiet whisper only to be told... it was a bad way to make a first impression. Miko looked at him her face still flushed and studied his face. Both of them were odd children for their parentage and placement in this world, but... that didn't matter at all. "No." that was it. All she managed initially. A long moment of silence and a stare of eyes full of innocence and curiosity were looking at him. He was new... too new she didn't know how to navigate around him. She wasn't used to being on the spot in these sorts of situations she didn't expect to encounter something so random when her parents said they were having guests. "You earned the bad first impression." Miko stated earnestly. "My bad first impression would be admitting that I have ADHD and OCD and extreme auditory sensitivity and I was recently weened off Adderall," she said quickly. That happened from time to time, she opened her mouth and the absolute truth fell out of it. She couldn't really hide anything. "That was an overshare," she said looking exceedingly embarrassed for just a moment. "Still, I know you took something from me. I am not just paranoid... I'm not mad, but I know something's gone," the young girl chirped out. No matter how unbothered this male seemed, she knew something had moved, she also had a pretty reasonable idea of what was taken, she just didn't want to say, because it was embarrassing and she'd rather not assume someone actually stole such a random thing from her.

Meanwhile that barstool wasn't going to last. Rangiku had some idea about that, but that wouldn't stop the woman from fully enjoying her current situation. While she was pummeled it did eventually crack, but she didn't fall when it did. "Eek!~" a girly squeak escaped the buxom woman who'd been spouting pure sex appeal the entire time. Not many things could make someone like that act cute, but finding herself randomly held up when she thought she was going to fall was one of them. No, Jin was holding her up, and asking if her arms worked. "Yea, they work, obviously you do too!~" she claimed as she finished wrapping herself around him. She was sure a man hadn't picked her up like this since her second year of high school maybe? The definitely didn't normally come with both enough dick and enough muscles to do both regularly. Whatever change in grip he wanted to commit to, Rangiku was fine to keep following along, that was one broken bar stool down for the day.

So early in what those who knew magic would call 'true' sex, Takao found the detriment of how incredibly firm he was becoming within Miko. The harder he was, the more stuck he was. Would he ever be capable of retracting his cock from her womb? Well... that probably required finishing the job, which he frankly had no issues with. Heated breaths were swapped via melodic sighs. Even when Takao chose to speak, he didn't move his face an inch. "I can't pull back. We should stop, but... no choice but to finish now♫~" he said, falling into bullshit excuses as easily as he fell into Miko for several minutes on end. His hips wouldn't stop even as time led to a swelling of his cock and a tightening of his sack. In full embrace and with an active make-out quickly raising the car's internal temperature, Takao wouldn't and couldn't think twice about exploding within Miko directly. It wasn't like he had a choice... but just as he'd warned earlier, even having one wouldn't have kept him from the satisfaction of release. "Hnnn♫~" he moaned into the girl's mouth, gushing once, twice, even thrice into her womb.

Within the memory, Yugi was countered with a simple... no. It was completely nonsensical, but the brown-haired girl accused him of making the bad impression with his antics. He opened his mouth to respond, but word vomit belonged to the girl who immediately admitted to her ADHD, OCD and overly sensitive ears. As she said immediately afterwards, that speech was absolutely an overshare of information. Alas, most of it was already understood. "The first two were obvious," the masked boy stated. He thought enough care had been taken to avoid suspicion, but her alleged hearing ability was a factor he couldn't have accounted for... nor was the extreme level of OCD this one may have possessed. Oh well; he'd been caught, even if not directly. Miko seemed calm enough in asking what he'd taken, so he'd be equally calm when saying what it was. In fact, the boy's entire demeanor was aged beyond his years as he nonchalantly said: "Pantsu."

The passage of time accomplished a great deal more than Takao's buildup. Back at the bar, it also led to the destruction of a stool. No matter; Jin had his current partner held in place for the time being. He didn't intend to leave things that way, however. When Rangiku was wrapped around him with more than just her legs, he had a bit more freedom to work with. His left forearm was soon pressed against her lower back, both helping hold the woman up and forcing an arch in her spine. He wouldn't be using his arm to move her, though. No, Jin had a different plan in mind. "Not the only thing working around here," he said. Jin's thrusting hadn't ceased or slowed, but would now be gaining vigor enough to rock the blonde's body, up and down, to and fro ─ almost as if he were auditioning to be some strange, vertical mechanical bull. Of course, that would only result in an increase to the impact against Rangiku's cervix... or perhaps a bit more?

True sex, as it was known was one of deep penetration. To reach the womb was an essential part of personal evolution for both parties. In this moment, in the back seat of a luxury car, filled to the brim with with heated breaths and the sounds of active sex. This was a strange paradise currently, one that Miko wasn't herself ready to leave. With Takao buried in her womb, it would seem by his words he wasn't ready to leave either. "You have to finish inside. It's unavoidable. You're locked in♪~" Miko agreed though both knew it was a pretense. There was no moving backwards, only forwards for both of them. This shift in their friendship was one which Miko had never actually imagined until now, but now that it was here... she wouldn't allow herself or him to backtrack. She was too invested to let him go a second time. And deep down she felt like she wouldn't survive another lifetime without him, as dramatic as that seemed even to her. Ah but she wouldn't have to, amidst an embrace and minor act of contortion, the girl would soon feel something so very normal to her now. The sensation of the filling of her womb. One... two... three... the pulses within her caused a similar reaction in her own body. Her mouth opened and that perfectly little high note escaped as she experienced the orgasm caused by the filling. "Ooooh-ah♪" A singular moment of perfect harmony shared and a certain connection cemented.

While a chorus of Mikos watched her crowning achievement... one was busy watching her younger years with a different individual. There was something about this that was stirring her inside, but she couldn't figure out what that meant. Ah, but it didn't matter, she'd just masturbate and watch, surely there was a pick up or something. Maybe it was just a leftover feeling from the super important thing happening outside? Whatever the case, a younger Miko had committed the most embarrassing act of word vomit, only to have the black haired mask boy confirm that two of the things she said were obvious. "Don't tell me that," she said her face so flushed with her own embarrassment that she was quite literally changing temperatures. Whatever the case, she knew he'd taken something and she watched and listened carefully. What did he take from her, after being able to confirm that she knew he'd taken something? Pantsu... "Pantsu..." she repeated softly. Her bran was processing while looking at a young man who looked much older and much less bothered than he should have about being properly labeled as a thief. Meanwhile the girl herself was bright red, her mouth wrinkled and it seemed like steam was escaping her ears which were also red. "Whaaa!" that scream was nearly silent and she immediately began pace. Basically tiptoeing in front of the lad in her tights at rapid speed. "Why would you even bother taking those, just out of a drawer?!" she managed to get out while pacing. "If you're going to take things you should leave something, it's fair. An exchange." she said firmly. "You owe me something!" she pointed out childishly. Oddly enough, she hadn't asked for them back, but she still didn't understand why he'd bother taking them one neatly folded pair of stripped panties weren't even hard to come by.

Meanwhile, a shift was occurring in that bar. With everyone one that Jin experienced some kind of new impact was made. Rangiku had an arch forced into her spine. As she clung to the man who was pounding her she noted that he'd not stopped at all. Actually, each hit was something that seemed to go much deeper than the last. Those pushes against her cervix would eventually lead to a bit of softening as the body tried to adapt to the punishment it was being given and Jin might find himself, just barely peeking into a womb normally closed off. "Ugh♥~ It shouldn't feel so good~" Rangiku claimed, Even so it wouldn't be stopping her own body seemed to want to progress a bit. Her hips shifted into those thrusts as they kept happening. Almost as if she needed time to warm up and stretch to really get going. Well, that was her personality, lazy until roused, but such things tended to have breaking points and as hers was reached she became a more active participant in her own wrecking, making sure every thrust was met by a slam from her own end, causing some of the best sensations she'd felt in decades.

Three spurts erupted into Miko's womb, and Takao experienced something akin to a light seizure throughout his body. His movements came to a halt, his weight bearing down on Miko for a moment of recovery. Was this a bad idea? Absolutely not, he thought. In fact, his mind wasn't leaning in the direction of that moment being an ending either. No. Silence took him as all the air left his lungs. Once recovered, he was lightly pumping once again. "So, like I was saying... we should make sure we get a good feel, right? Just a few minutes, so we know what to expect later?" he asked as if the deed hadn't just been done. Indeed... he was right back to bullshit excuses.

In terms of excuses, Yugi had none within that memory. He'd stolen undergarments straight out of Miko's wardrobe, but her initial concern was being told how obvious her traits were. "It's no big deal. Other people probably wouldn't notice too easily. Most people are dumb," he claimed. With the eventual freak-out of Miko knowing what he'd taken, there was questioning... and a strange reprimand. She didn't demand the return of her undergarments, but instead claimed he owed her something in exchange for the theft. Even under the mask, there was a visible elevated brow from the lad. "... Uh-huh. Most people would say 'give them back' or something like that. It's what I was banking on, actually," he said first. "And you said that weird. Like, what, is it weird that I took them out of the drawer? I'm not gonna take them from the laundry, and it'd be impossible to take them off you. That's a case and a lifetime branding. And what would I even put in their place? My underwear? Also a case, but if that's what you want, whatever. Kinda weird though," he said as if he wasn't the panty thief in this conversation.

The rocking of Rangiku's body was the official beginning of Jin's session with her. At least, that was how the magical types would view it. He'd breached her womb, even if only just. Both he and Rangiku seemed conscious of that occurrence, with the woman claiming it shouldn't feel so good. Jin, equally surprised but knowing of the phenomenon from a comrade, had something else to say. "Urusai! No point questioning a good thing; get into it!" he insisted. It seemed that instruction wasn't even necessary. Rangiku, the apparent laziest of the group, was working her own hips against his. A resonance of squelching and slapping filled the bar as Jin relished in a very new occurrence for him. Well... in any previous experiences that involved such depth, there was no womb to speak of without immediately causing someone's prolapse, so he'd surely be making the most of this.

Miko was filled but not by the overt amounts she'd gotten used to recently. Still there was a different kind of satisfaction reached with Takao being the one inside her currently. It was for her, as if pieces of a shattered dream, were finally coming together to form a clear picture. And for her part in this, said picture would always include Mikami Takao. Ah, but soon after the silence and the comfort of his weight on top of her, Takao had more words to share. She might have assumed it was time to separate. She was more than prepared to argue against such a thing, she didn't want him exiting her body too soon. Satisfyingly enough, when he regained himself he looked down at her and said words that it took her a few moments to process. What came out of his mouth wasn't responsibility or words of separation. No... they were words of concord and continuance. The same kind of logic occasionally used to eat the next half of a cake they were splitting or to restart a song she liked. She looked at Takao, her own breathing soft, the gears of her mind obviously turning and the widest grin broke out across her face, her eyes sparkled with devious understanding. And much like any time someone she liked said something that she liked and could enable, she fell right into the role which would make it happen. "Yeah, that's definitely what we have to do. It's only right if we get a feel for it, O♪ nii♪ chan♪~" she sang happily as she moved her lips back towards his.

Meanwhile, a younger Miko in her own memories, was too busy being concerned with how abnormal she was, to realize that it didn't just apply to her 'mental illnesses'. Still according to the Masked Boy some people might not be able to tell so easily. That was somehow a relief, "That last part sounds like one of those inside thoughts most people would keep to themselves..." she observed of that last bit about most people being dumb. "Thanks though, that does make me feel a little better," she said, seeming easily able to compartmentalize her current issues and separate them from sound and important points where they popped up. So, she'd relax a bit, not that the speed of her pacing would slow much at all. But, apparently she wasn't completely out of weird territory. It was odd that she'd not asked for her panties back, well that simply didn't make sense to her. "Why would I want them back? That doesn't make sense to me. Also don't understand why you'd expect a normal reaction if you've already noticed how abnormal I am..." Miko mentioned, still feeling a bit odd about the lad stealing the item in question in the first place. She was accused of saying something weirdly, well that was far from the first time, so... in fairness she'd hear him out. Actually, of the voices she'd heard recently that were new to her, she was quickly becoming fond of his... but that was likely apart of her strange fixations, she shouldn't think about that too much. "We don't have to do the legal stuff we both understand those issues. But I'm not being weird though. Laundry would be easier to sneak something out of, and if it was done for hentai reasons that would make more sense. And I'm not a hentai so I wouldn't want some boy's boxers, nor would I want to explain why I had them..." she said her mind hurling though a bunch of thoughts only to shut them down. "But we live in a society, if you take something you should give something... we live in a society!" the girl claimed. apparently she had some very firm beliefs she'd even stopped pacing to point those things out.

Meanwhile, Rangiku was discovering penetration past the realm of normal. Though the group at large, had originally had an order in mind, simple changes and group dynamics had lead to a different order. In this difference some differing points were discovered. Rangiku had Jin barely peeking into her womb with his thrusting and as she was worked over like this, she began to work herself further into the activity as well. Jin forced home the point that she should get into a good thing and not complain about it. "Ha...haaaa, I am into it!" Rangiku asserted, and true enough she was moving her own body assisting in that pushing of just past her cervix and not at all concerned about the entire situation as Jin worked himself up again. At the same time, Saori found that progress to be interesting. She didn't assume any of the others would be that type of ready. There was mild approval in her face as she watched Rangiku keep up her work moving her hips and trying to help Jin move towards his own orgasm, though admittedly she wouldn't have much by way of physical stamina to go along with the attitude she possessed.

While irresponsible decisions led to the continued rocking of a car, a memory even deeper within that same space was progressing. In it, Yugi was confronted without hesitation about how he considered most people. "Most people would keep that to themselves. Most people are also dumb. See how circles work?" he asked rhetorically. At this age, Yugi was a very strange lad. His mental filter was not what it would be in the coming years, and his life as a whole was... in a very strange place. Words he spoke as simple observation made Miko feel better. That was odd. "Not the goal, but alright," he said with a sigh. As for his expectation of normal reactions for someone he already acknowledged as abnormal, he had an answer... and a complaint. "Because knowing you're abnormal could be reason for overcorrecting and doing things just because normal people do them. It's what weird people do when they're being lame," he answered. "Oi, don't you have games here or something? I'm gonna be here for a while, and just sitting around is boring," he complained afterwards. Ah, but what of the theft he committed? Miko insisted that taking a pair of panties from the laundry would be easier. "Dirty, and not in the good way," he countered. She didn't want his boxers, nor to explain why she had them if she did. "Unnecessary extra thought confirms visualization. You thought about it. Hentai," he argued. They lived in a society, so taking something should require giving something, Miko added before reiterating their society again. After that clause, the boy became silent, even solemn. "Society doesn't mean shit. It's only give-and-take at the bottom; everything's all take at the top. You know what's fair? Games. Equal standing, player against player or player against machine. If you want to talk to me about equality, don't talk about society. Talk about games."

At the bar, Rangiku claimed she was into it. Well, Jin couldn't argue that with the way she was moving currently. At every leg of this multi-partner encounter, he was having a better and better time. Would the climb continue? Time would tell. Though Rangiku had cause for concern in regards to her stamina, Jin had no such thing. Rigorous training over many years left him capable of continuing activity like the current pummeling of Rangiku's core for hours on end if necessary. It helped that he was also very into this session. Jin was so invested, in fact, that his innate desires began shining through. Only one arm had been used to support the woman thus far, and though it could easily be said that she was made of tits... her backside was more than impressive as well. And lo, Jin's other hand wasn't currently occupied by one of the other women. What could he do with it then? Well, it was only right that he deliver the same kind of punishment to Rangiku's ass that he'd given both Rita and Nozomi before.

Irresponsible tweens were having sex in a car, again as if they'd not just done so a few minutes prior. And while a second around occurred, a pair of teens deep in a girl's memory were meeting each other for the first time and have a conversation both normal and abnormal. The masked boy talking to a much younger Miko, explained how he thought circles worked, "That's an... aggressive way to consider a circle," she said. Still the logic wasn't lost on her... it simply didn't fit with the way she liked to conduct herself. That was fine, some people held more stringent standards. Beyond that point the masked boy also confirmed that making her feel better wasn't the point of his speech, that was fine. or best actually. "Hai, that's just better in general. A stranger who speaks with the goal of changing how I feel isn't to be trusted..." she stated firmly. This young girl had quite a few oddities about her and the ones that stuck were strange. What was more, apparently Miko was expected to make normal people demands while being abnormal because it would have been the reaction caused by overcorrecting for how abnormal she was, "That is too much. I'd just end up being extra weird if I tried to do something like that, better to just have my easy explanations and move on, preferably with acceptance for how I am... but I'm not that pushy," she expressed of herself. Ah, but a young lad like this in her own age range was bored, and preferred games. Did she have any? Well, her computer and tablet were chalk full of games, of the otome variety with a lot of questionable extra content. "Eh? I don't have games to play with other people..." she had a very specific word choice. She wouldn't say she didn't have games because she wouldn't lie, but she also wouldn't give the expectation of access to her computer. That'd be crazy to do given she couldn't remember the last time she'd wiped her internet searches. "Box it," she murmured quietly to make sure she did that thing in case of her friends entering her room at some other point. Meanwhile their casual conversation about his theft was progress. He didn't take from the laundry because they'd be the wrong kind of dirty. He also realized a casual issue with the way the girl's brain worked. "I can't help how I visualize things. That stuff doesn't box up as easy as everything else... I did try to quiet my brain before I thought about it too much," she said as if she was on trial. But she also didn't know if she could claim not to be a hentai given the contents of her computer and tablet, best not tell any lies. Society didn't work for him... so he wanted to talk about games. They were fair... okay. "Sou ka. I usually don't think about games like that but if this theft situation was one, it also wasn't fair. I didn't know my things were being looted or even know of that possibility. A game is only as fair as its administrator and creator. Time for bug fixes and apolo-currency."

While a memory played out concerning two young people meeting, a different kind of meeting between Jin and Rangiku was reaching fever pitch. Rangiku was no fitness fanatic. She was terminally lazy but not excessively fat aside from her rear and chest. What she did know however, was that Jin was holding her up and working her insides like he could do it all day. She'd dig deep to continue moving and enjoying his movements. And it seemed he wasn't tiring at all. No without having to sustain upkeep on the other women presently, he was able to devote his full attention to Rangiku, for better or for worse. One arm was used to hold up her whole body while she continued moving her own hips. An excited little yelp escaped her when his hand collided with her backside, but it broke into a bit of a giggle. While not the outright masochists that others had shown themselves to be, a bit of rough treatment was far from off her list. "HEEEEP-Hahaaha~" the sound that escaped her mouth was one things, but the tightening of her loins proved that she very much enjoyed the sensation. Oh well... she'd remain clinging and moving even as her body and brain seemed to be losing connecting.

Yugi had an aggressive way of considering a circle. He had an aggressive way of considering many things, but that was neither here nor there. What was here, was the fact that he'd unsuccessfully looted a pair of undergarments, and their conversation about it was going in every direction but the one leading to a solution. They even stopped to talk about games, which Miko allegedly had none of for the enjoyment of others. "Hmm," the masked lad mumbled. Something about the way she said that made him wonder what games she had. There were so many options. Perhaps she was one of those 'mobile only' people that the broader gaming community refused to acknowledge? Whatever the case, it seemed she had reason to hide her preferences. Oh well. Regarding the fact that she had indeed visualized being in possession of his boxers, there was no denial... but there was a defense, and mention of how she'd attempted to silence her brain before too much thought took over. "And now we're talking about it, so it's still there. You're welcome," he said flatly.

Well then, what of the transition of their conversation? He preferred treating things as games instead of following the standards of society. It seemed that conversation was one Miko could actually have ─ even to the point of addressing the first and biggest fallacy in this "game's" design. They could chat about this properly, but not without Yugi realizing something based on the analogies she used. "Sou ka... gacha. Ero gacha? Otome? Yeah... otome ero gacha. Are you getting Regalia of Fate? I've got it preordered, and there's a co-op feature to it," he mentioned. "The Kingdom Hearts game they recently announced is supposed to have one too. I guess they're making it a standard moving forward. Anyway... What bug fixes and what apolo-currency? You can get the pair I took back at the very least. Not much point in keeping them if I lost the gamble."

Jin didn't have Rangiku penned as a masochist, but as was the case with Nozomi, that had nothing to do with him slapping her ass. Large asses were made to be spanked; he was of the generation and personality type who felt that internally. It seemed Rangiku also had the ability to appreciate the treatment, judging by her yelping, giggling reaction. "That's the way, Trouble," Jin encouraged. His work continued, knees bending to allow more of an upward thrust through Rangiku's core. Jin had only one curiosity as he encroached upon his own end via such methods. "Who's got next load? Seems to be shuffling around every time."

Something about the noise that left that masked boy's mouth implied extra thought, though he didn't express it. That was... worrying to a young Miko. Still, as it was not brought up, she wouldn't be the pone to poke the proverbial hornet's nest. Besides, in letting that go she saw it as an ability to give herself a bit more time to process and put sentences together that didn't sound absolutely outrageous. "Stuff like this is why I can't properly box things!" Miko complained. If her own brain was turning against her, the general population was saying little innocuous things which caused her mind to take off in thirty different directions at once. "I don't want just boxers or anything like that... though everyone likes trophies, I like more normal ones than that..." she explained of herself, rather quickly. Ah, but once again there was a bit more honesty to her words than the implication so of them.

Moving on from that point there was the understanding of gaming and the incident of her own missing panties which seemed to be the topic. Before that topic though... the unspoken train of thought appeared in the form of figuring out the kinds of games that the brunette liked to play that she'd purposefully not mentioned. Pieces of her own speech gave it away, but surely it was actually abnormal to come to such a conclusion based solely on such statements. Her own friends might have figured it out... but they knew her. Really knew her. She was so stunned by the realization that he'd put that together in just a few seconds of conversation that her mouth opened with kindred spirit excitement about the new release. "Of course, I'm getting it! I can't pass up the opportunity to build a cross-generational super harem♪!" Miko chirped happily only to realize after her mouth opened exactly what she'd said. Her face darkened again, and she closed her eyes, wanting to literally melt into the floor. It was so embarrassing to have outed herself so hard. Well, she could explain, she played for the story and the romance, but not necessarily for the sexy parts. She couldn't really look at them most of the time without embarrassing herself to near unconsciousness. "I've never really understood the co-op part of games like that... though I also don't really want people I know, knowing I play them..." she said giving it a bit more thought and deciding that information belonged in a box. She'd ignore that for the time being hearing that her switch from society to game ideation was enough to make the lad realize his flaws. He'd offer back her panties of his own accord, since he lost the gamble of taking them. And hear out what she wanted as an apology and the problem with his game design. "Well, like I said... it was unfair. It's like a capture the flag game but I didn't even know I was supposed be hiding something. If you're going to take something like that from me at least, I should know I'm defending it. It's a two player game not a solo challenge. As for apolo-currency. I usually enjoy small trinkets from people, though I usually get those as a consequence of earning them in some way. It's part of how I make firm memories surrounding people. Preferably, something innocuous but meaningful," she said.

Meanwhile, Rangiku was being ravaged in a new way. By the time, Jin's knees bent, her mind had been wiped a few times over. Still she could hear his words and encouragement after that giggle. She was no masochist but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate a bit of extra sensation. The truth of the matter was, all of it was keeping her in the present moment. "Um-hm♥~ Trouble might be a good way to refer to me, might keep it~" she mused, as they continued. Still time was wearing on her, and by the time he was trying to figure out what to do with his next load she was clinging for dear life. Her own hips just accepting the upward pummeling as she moaned contentedly at yet another orgasm. As for Jin's question, it be answered by Rita, who was up, her ass a tiny bit less red and lightly soothed and her insides having melted the ice which he'd left there at the start of Rangiku's moment. "It's mine♥~" she chimed, though she was still willing to let any of the others get some more. Ah, but both Reina and Nozomi were still out of it and Saori wasn't interested though not for any negative reasons. She was more the type of woman who would want to take what she was owned.