Charles Patricius

The reason Miko couldn't properly 'box' things was none of Yugi's concern. It seemed like a very self-inflicted issue rooted in her own psychosis to him. "ADHD is why you can't properly box things," he said swiftly. As for her lack of interest in boxers as a trophy, he could understand the notion... but Miko wasn't beating the allegations of her ongoing thought process. "But you still thought about it a lot more than you had to. Strong visual too. I never said I wear boxers, by the way," he said to enhance his own point. Oh well; it didn't matter that much. Primarily, Yugi was speaking because he was bored. Their topic switching to that of an upcoming video game, however, was worth his proper attention. Miko wanted to make a cross-generational harem from the popular franchise they both knew. Yugi wanted something similar, and something that was... somehow more difficult. "Hell yeah boi! And I want to bend that bitch Chiyo over backwards and get the special animations for her secret romance route! I saw the teaser; I need that dance on my desktop!" he admitted. There was an alleged 'impossible' outcome to that particular character's route in the game they discussed, and he would not be missing the reward for accomplishing it.

Ah, but they were talking about more than just a physical game. The analogy of thievery as a game mechanic was being discussed ─ mostly Miko's issues with the execution. Yugi had his points to argue, but he didn't seem too invested in such details either way. "Wrong game. Change genres and there's nothing unfair about it. Ever played ARK? You have a visitor, you leave your base in an accessible place with no traps, anything can happen. Not the point. If it's a two-player game you want out of it, I'll bite." In the midst of his rambling, Yugi was already thinking of an optimal game that would reestablish the 'fairness' Miko sought. In the end, it was a very simple solution shared with one finger pointed toward the sky. "Hide and Seek! I don't know this house, so you get an advantage. We can combo it with Capture the Flag. You take your panties back and be 'it' for the round. If I tag you, I get them back. Then, you have to look for me or lose the panties. Whoever quits in the end loses the panties, and if it's me... you get whatever you want. Apolo-gems... I'll have to think about. Fair?" he asked, already standing to prepare for a game's beginning.

Rangiku seemed to enjoy the moniker Jin applied to her. He figured she would; there hadn't been a cross word about it thus far from her, or from any of the women with their different forms of address. Speaking of women he addressed oddly, Rita had a similar title from him, and she was the first to shout a claim over his next expulsion. He'd acknowledge her momentarily, but first came Rangiku's failing stamina. "Feeling weak. Gonna quit on me already? Hard to get a second round if you're conked out," he said cheekily, never ceasing the relentless ramming of her undercarriage even as his eyes shifted toward Rita. "Miss Danger wants it, huh? First thing besides an apology I've heard from you in a while. No arguments from anywhere? You know what to do," he said. If Rita was to be the one receiving, Jin would merely hold himself back until she was ready and in position to do so. Once more, he didn't really care where it ended up or how someone was taking it.

According to the masked boy, the reason that Miko couldn't organize her mind in the boxes she was trying to use was her ADHD's fault and not his or people like him. "Yeah, that tracks. My therapist said something similar about how ADHD messes with my thoughts, but he thinks I can get a handle on it... eventually," Miko casually mentioned. She had a problem with sharing information with people, but she also didn't like lying... there was a fine line though and she didn't think that one was bad. That was until a mention of how strong her visualization was, according to the masked boy, he'd never mentioned wearing boxers. "Waaah♪~" Miko chirped lightly as her mouth waved and that flustered blush returned to her face. "I was extrapolating by attitude or something. I can't help how strong my visualization is sometimes..." she said quickly. Well, that wasn't exactly true, there was a certain thought process she had based on how this lad talked to her that made her make that assumption. There was a whole Otome Game hypothesis about attitude types and underwear preferences, but that wasn't something she wanted to get into, even in theory. But there was something else, to talk about, her knowledge of an upcoming game title wasn't one which got her any negative flack. 'Wait, I can actually talk about it?!' she thought surprised but happy. Well, it was much easier to talk to him than she thought it would be, maybe it was the mask? "That one is going to be difficult indeed, gambareyo. I can't say anything though... I'm pretty sure Mukuro is slated to be almost impossible. Between is AI and his already unruly personality. But I don't care how long it takes... I need it♪~" Miko agreed with his sentiments. It was good to find a kindred spirit.

Moving on from that physical game, there was the matter of the thief game he'd been playing on his own. She wasn't signed up for it and called it unfair, he claimed it was a difference in genre. The masked boy brought up a game with an open PVP scene which she was somewhat familiar with but not through her own play. "Never played ARK, but my cousin does. He's one of those I'll call it a 'reverse griefer'. At the same time, I couldn't play that game, I have one time to come back to my place and find my pets dead. I'm killing everyone on the server bombing my house and then uninstalling. I don't respond well to unprovoked animosity." she ran a minor tangent realized it was probably a bit extreme and then took a breath, wondering if she might have gone a bit far. "But anyway... bite," she commented while tapping her fingers together and looking a bit more withdrawn about all of what she'd said. Curiosity was keeping her from running off at the amount of ridiculousness she'd just spouted. The rules he laid out actually sounded like a pretty fun game. Taking out the fact that they were playing it for a pair of her panties, she might have even called it just a bit of fun between two kids who weren't currently abusing technology. "Sou ka... it sounds pretty fair... and I don't mind waiting to find out what my Apolo-gems are. But when you say, take them back what do you mean... where did you put them?" she asked about the panties in particular.

Meanwhile, Rangiku was busy being pummeled and starting to lose consciousness as they progressed. She really wasn't ready to receive this type of treatment, though if a man like this was wandering around the planet, she understood why certain women made babies with certain men. She wasn't the type to understand the settling for marriage part like Rita or Nozomi, but guaranteed 18 year connection with a bit of good dick on the side? She could see that. "It's okay, if you're really into it, you can just wake me up. A girl has to take this sort of dick in cycles." she complimented earnestly. Meanwhile, Rita was taking the money shot so to speak, and was saying the first words she'd spoken not an apology in a while. "Hai, I'm back on something different now~" she claimed as if that made sense. Still she'd be dropping to her knees in front mouth open ready to take a full load to her now very open and wet mouth. Of course, this was simply because she liked that sort of thing and for no other reason. As for anyone else, Saori would be speaking up though she was looking awfully relaxed. "Iia, I'm not a scavenger, I'll take all of what I make happen though. Zo and Rei are out though, so it's their own fault for missing out~" she finished willing their finish. "Ri be careful this is crazy," Rangiku warned as her body seemed to be failing but she knew the last was finally coming. "Yeah, I'm not you... I go to the gym when I'm invited~" she claimed as if it made some great difference.

Miko had herself a therapist. Most would say someone like her desperately needed one. Whether the masked boy agreed or not was no matter of great importance, but he still had an opinion to share on her... issues. "Never been a fan of the things therapists say. Like, what's the point of 'getting a handle on it' anyway? It sounds like coerced conformity, but... at the same time, that makes me sound like a serial nonconformists or something. Well... I'd probably take that over the alternative. Ramble aside, I just think it's weird how things can be branded as a disorder or some dumb shit like that when it's such a common occurrence. At the rate the world is going, half the population could be diagnosed with one of the many disorders they're talking about nowadays, but could they still call it a disorder then? Just a bunch of people who call themselves 'normal' going around and tossing freak labels at everything that meets whatever threshold goes beyond their comfort zone and... rambling again. My bad," he said, silencing himself for a moment thereafter. With a cleared throat and a brief mental reset, Yugi returned his attention to their game chat. As Miko seemed to perk up a bit while their discussion progressed, he figured it was a decent ice-breaker. He didn't have people to discuss good games with in person either. "I'm pretty sure most people won't complete Mukuro's route. I don't have any information on the paths themselves right now, but... personal recommendation? Get really friendly with Aki, and make sure you don't have any bullshit he can call you on," he advised.

ARK was widely accepted as a fun gaming experience. As with all games however, there were many who had a list of complaints about it. Miko's tirade against its community and the way they used the game's mechanics was about par for the course, at least in Yugi's opinion. They were kindred in that way as well. "I agree. When I get onto a game like that, I want to get completely into the survival gameplay. You know, rags to riches style! Having somebody come through just to ruin all that while I'm offline? I'll find them," he complained. Regardless, they had a better game to play: one that would be agreed upon by both parties. First though, Miko had to retrieve her panties from his person. Yugi stood, arms outstretched, his fore made fully vulnerable to answer Miko's question. "I'm a pervert who stole a pair of panties out of your drawer. Where do you think I put them? I put them where panties go," he said as if amused. "And, for legal purposes... I consent to the contact."

Though she was hardly still keeping herself in the proverbial ring, Rangiku thought it would be fine for Jin to wake her up in the event of a second round. He didn't have such an exchange with the others thus far, but still... "I'll take that as everybody's agreement," Jin decided. He doubted someone as vocal as Reina would oppose to such a thing, and Nozomi had been the 'hungriest' of the bunch thus far. Ah, but Jin would soon be finding another hungry soul in the form of Rita. No contestant stood against her desire to claim the next load, so she dropped straight to her knees with an open mouth in preparation. Just as he'd done with Nozomi before her, Jin delivered Rangiku one additional, rough thrust. This time, he did so while managing to make his entire cock disappear within her canal and womb. She'd even get a squirt of his seed within before he used that one arm to lift her. So casually would Jin be slinging the blonde over his left shoulder while brandishing his erection over Rita's face with his other hand. "Finally the housewife's turn. You know the deal," he stated. Interestingly enough, he'd be ejaculating only a few seconds later... in the exact same way he'd previously sprayed Rangiku, with no loss of quantity since then to boot.

Miko did indeed have herself a therapist, one that had changed in recent years due to a change in opinion. Her current one, was someone who saw therapy differently from most, but before any such explanation could be launched... the masked boy began to speak. Such a rant he let loose and while he rambled about the issues he took with therapists, society and conformity, Miko's pacing stilled. She came to a complete halt, seemingly spaced out and listening actively. For a moment, this lad's voice was all she could hear, something which happened once in a while around certain kinds of people. "No... you don't have to do that. I can follow what you mean and I get it. I don't mind you rambling and making all your points that way... the sound of your voice is actually quite nice and it's easier for me to follow that kind of thought process," she explained, in truth she would have enjoyed him continuing to talk about anything but now she had to contribute her part to the conversation. "My previous therapist is the kind you seem to dislike at face value, tried really hard to force me to conform while being outraged that I had diagnosable ADHD as a girl, because and I quote 'I should have been more active in using my brain for developing womanly interests, instead of letting my mind wander all the time'. My current one is only helping me try and reach my goals... and is encouraging me to look for people who aren't easily perturbed by my quirks. He also weened me off the Adderall because he believes there are better ways to handle the kinds of issues I have," she stated. Beyond that their discussion of a certain upcoming gacha game was something which was truly nice for both of them. He even had a little advice to give the girl based on his own understanding. "Sou ka... I could see that going well. I was planning to..." she paused thinking of a word. "Include Akiza in my harem goals anyway. I'll commit to going for her first and I don't tell lies so I shouldn't have an issue with the AI calling me on anything... great advice... I'll keep it in mind," Miko confirmed happy to have someone new to talk with.

Meanwhile games in general became a bigger part of the conversation. ARK was one which offered survival but it was too open for Miko's personal preference. Still she'd threatened server wide genocide over pets and he'd had no negative reactions. Even claiming to be of similar vengeful mindsets. "Sou ka... I threaten server genocide over pets and I get agreement," she uttered. That might have been the oddest thing. "When I want to play a survival game... I go for Don't Starve. In that one I can be just a girl, alone in the wilderness with my walking box~" she chimed of her own favored form of survival game. Still, they had a more tangible game to play and it wasn't one which was about survival... at least not directly. No, those panties of hers she had to retrieve were somewhere on his person. Maybe in his pocket? No that would be far too simple and the perverted masked boy in front of her had something else to say. Miko's eyes widened, her lips wobbled and her skin heated up to a temperature she was sure didn't belong on this planet. What would she do? "Waaah!~" a little outburst escaped her, and she remained flustered, but she... looked at him for a few seconds longer, and a strange itch developed in the back of her mind. She didn't like being challenged... nor did she want to lose before the game even started. In that moment she set her face, into something far more akin to a pout than the amount of anger she felt presently. "I've got a new action plan... where I do at least one brave thing every day. You don't get to challenge me... since you consented..." she said. A forward step was taken and she nervously reached for the lad's pants. She simply needed to, reach in and get out her panties. That wouldn't be too difficult... slowly would that task begin.

Meanwhile, that bar scene was in a transitional period. Jin was on his way to switching between one partner and the next. Still, Rangiku's offering of being woken if need be, seemed to be taken for everyone. Rita who was the only extra conscious person, chimed in... "Wake up dick? Yeah... I'm sure we're all for that..." Rita agreed. Saori didn't have to agree, she wasn't likely to fall into unconsciousness. It was finally the housewife's turn and she and she'd taken to her knees as Rangiku received a burst into her womb directly and then was moved up to his shoulder while, Rita received the rest directly to her mouth, face and chest. She was experienced enough to spare her own eyes but she was still willing to have quite a good time. "Ooh!~ I didn't know I'd find another one~" she claimed almost excitedly after she swallowed and licked her own lips. She was left looking up at Jin and couldn't be bothered not to take a bit more directly, so her mouth opened and she, closed it around the tip of his cock as well. Just the same, Saori was showing up having exited her barstool. Mostly to take the now unconscious Rangiku off his hands. "I got her~" she offered willing to catch that lass into her arms and carry her over to stretch her out across the bar with the other downed women as if she actually weighed nothing.

In spite of the masked boy's rambling, Iino Miko seemed very engaged. Her silence was noted, but it wasn't a silence that waited for conclusion ─ it was a silence that absorbed. When her turn to speak finally came, Miko even admitted that she'd continue listening. There was a special note about the sound of his voice and how she enjoyed it. He took pause upon hearing that. "Hm. That's your piano in that room, isn't it?" he asked, seemingly for no reason related to their current discussion. Moving on though, he did indeed have a distaste for her previous therapist, given the singular quote she shared. "That's dumb. Guaranteed way to stifle creativity and potentially stop a major development in society. You could be the person to inspire a generation, and that guy would stop it from happening. The new guy's fine I guess. Life's way better if you can live it around likeminded people. At least, I think it should be," he rambled a bit further. When Miko spoke of including the character Akiza in her ideal harem, there was a slight hesitation that he took immediate advantage of. "Aki would flip you upside-down and shove a dildo in each hole. Probably taser dildos. It'd be pretty hot," he mused.

The threat of server genocide was nothing strange to Yugi, if only because... he'd done it. In fact, he was already on a campaign to commit genocide against the very concept of metagaming, which itself he viewed as a genocide against the spirit of gaming in its own right. That was information he wouldn't share directly, but not a mentality he'd fully refrain from sharing. "Genocide can be a good thing. Dickheads, mosquitos... take your pick," was all he said on that topic. "Don't Starve isn't bad. I like Don't Starve: Together. I play it solo, but the character selection and extra features are awesome by themselves. It's actually a sequel if you follow the lore," he commented about his own choice. What of the game they were to play here and now, though? First, there had to be a freak-out from the skittish girl over the demand being made presently. He'd come to expect as much, but... then surprisingly, it seemed Miko was resolving herself to actually reclaim her undergarments. 'Really? She's gonna do it? Fucking closet hentai; I knew it!' the lad screamed in his own mind. If he could manage a special sort of contact from the way Miko reached, he'd definitely take it. Depending on how that reach happened, a few millimeters would be all it took. . .

Rita agreed that most of their group would follow similar logic to the now-fallen Rangiku. More importantly, Rita followed her friend's earlier example in a more direct sense by taking Jin's load to her mouth, face and breasts. Such a thing was among his favorite sights, and moreover... the look in Rita's eye when she took that shower was something different. Another one, she said in reference to something found through this exchange. Surely she hadn't actually gone through with banging a certain green-haired male; he should have known about that. Well, Daiikichi Hiruko was also in the prefecture currently. If that man had any interactions with her, conquest was assured... and he'd probably be in for the time of his life against someone with a different sort of experience. Maybe that was the case, as Rita took the approach of furthering the exchange with her mouth, taking his cock between her lips. "That thirsty?" he asked cheekily while handing the finished blonde off to Saori, placing his other hand atop Rita's head.

Miko had listened to a rant and decided that she enjoyed the sound of the masked boy's voice. If he ever needed to vent, or go off on a random tangent, she would indeed follow along and let him do his own thing. As for his question which seemed almost unrelated to anything else, the child of the Supreme Court Justice would give a clear, concise and short answer. "Yes, it's my piano," she confirmed. Why he bothered asking that wasn't something Miko understood, it seemed unrelated to everything else, but she wouldn't be making any assumptions or casting any suspicions. "Do you play?" she wondered. The ability to play musical instruments was pretty common in Japanese school children, though she also hated the way music was taught in school so... she'd not comment on that further. As they moved on and she finally got around to an explanation about her therapist, it would seem that the Masked Boy though her new one was better than her old one. He also claimed that the old one's manner of thinking was dumb. She had a feeling that he said such things often, but that was fine. "It is... making friends is hard, but I've managed to make a few.." she confirmed with a sense of satisfaction. Ah but this lad would continue proving himself a pervert. The words he spoke about that character 'Aki' made Miko's face go aflame. Those words traveled, from his mouth to her ears, and spread across her mind, and when that occurred her face flashed the most intense shade of red. She instantly started to visualize such a thing happening, not even with her created avatar body, which likely wouldn't vary much, but her current form. She blanked her mind, closed her eyes created darkness. "Box it. Deep. Dark. Quiet. Close it. No light. NSFW!" it was like she was chanting a mantra. And surprisingly enough, she managed to fold it in, before she started to question herself. "Don't do that... Don't put images in my head..." Miko managed while her hands were over her face, trying to cool her flesh. That was almost a melt down, she was pouting. So much progress and still a simple comment had her about to go nuclear, she was pouting after that.

Meanwhile, she'd be finding out why genocide wasn't a deal breaker for this lad who probably should have found her much more unhinged than he did. And what would she take from that statement, "That amount of pragmatism could be mistaken for villainy. Luckily I know benevolent dictators when I hear them~" Miko confirmed, even so, she didn't see it as such. Beyond that point, she agreed with him to a certain extent, but they were moving on... to the co-op sequel 'Don't Starve: Together.' "Really? I hadn't looked too far into it, but I do always enjoy a bit of game lore. And if it's like that... I'd definitely play. Box it." that one was a simple thing to remember, easily set aside for a later time when she saw it or felt like playing something new. And Miko was skittishly approaching the lad getting ready to, reach into his pants. While she might have been playing at brave, and her decision to do this thing was likely surprising... that freak-out was still happening, it was just... a part of her internal monologue. 'I'm about to reach into a boy's pants. That should be fine, mostly but what if... I touch his meat?! I mean... it shouldn't be too surprising, given what Kaya-sen says about stuff like that, but what if... it's weird meat?! What if I like it?! If I like it... I'm not going to stop touching it... that's just how I am... and then what will I be? That weird girl who touches weird meat?!' she was panicking. But still, steadily moving forward, and unzipping pants carefully and undoing buttons. 'It's okay. Be calm. Be careful. It's just pants... I can do this... I'll just be really careful...' she thought to herself. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was trying her best not to breathe. And then... 'I mean, if I do like it, why does it matter?' Whatever the case half her thought process disappeared in a moment that could be blamed on fluster. Her red face showed it, but her hands were surprisingly steady and nimble. She'd reach in to his pants, initially her finger would just barely graze his boxers, then... she'd reach further slightly to the right and.. slip her fingers around fabric she was quite used to the sensation of her own panties. So careful was she... deep concentration furrowed her brow and light breaths were all she could manage as she... plucked free her undergarments.

Meanwhile, Rita was helping volunteer the group for wakeups when it became necessary. Rita would be following in the steps of the others, taking a shot to her face, mouth and chest, but she was a bit readier than most. That spillage onto her face and chest didn't bother her much at all. And beyond that, since the dick was already out, she moved to put her mouth around it too. She wasn't the type to panic about other people's bodily fluids especially not those women's she was prone to ingesting directly anyways. By the time Saori had taken Rangiku off the man's hands, Rita would find herself with a warm hand atop her head. Well, who didn't enjoy being coddled. As a masochist, after care, and pampering were just as important as the pain parts. As for her thirst, "Look honesty, I've been thirsty for months... I'm just making up for lost time~" she said pointedly. Regardless, she'd continue to run her tongue along this man's shaft and allow him the freedom to test her gag reflex. She'd been drinking a bit, he should have a pretty decent amount of freedom with it if he wanted to try. Rita would also be taking regular amounts of initiative and using her own hands, to stroke near his base.

Confirmation that the piano he'd seen belonged to Miko was all the masked lad needed. Why? Well, perhaps that would come up later. For now, she was already asking if he played. As the Prime Minister's firstborn son, there were many things expected of him. Naturally, learning several instruments was a requirement. "I'm basically Beethoven," he answered. Regarding the difficulty of making friends, they were... almost similar. Miko managed to make a few. Of the two standing in that room, at least one of them had such a luxury. "Good for you," he said plainly. There was no sarcasm in his words, but they weren't the happiest either. Whatever the case, it seemed Miko had no interest in his reference to the character Aki... or rather she had a ridiculous amount of interest in it ─ to such an extent that it was embarrassing to think of. "I didn't put it in your head. Pretty fucking hot though, isn't it?" he asked. Yugi had no issues continuing such a discussion with someone he knew to be an obvious deviant, much like himself.

As for his pragmatic opinion on genocide, the masked boy was compared to a benevolent dictator. He saw himself as no such thing, but he rather liked the villain moniker... somewhere deep inside. "Can't say I'm that benevolent. I'd be a villain in a heartbeat though. World domination, wipe out all the idiots and the pompous, and take all the women," he chattered. Villainy was a fun idea. If he could be one, he even thought he could succeed with great ease. Ah, but he preferred to think of other things presently. A thought about some cooperative gameplay did cross his mind, but it was quickly wiped away as a virtual impossibility. Besides, there were other things going on... like the fact that Miko was actually reaching toward his pants at the time. Surprising though it was that she actually committed to the act, it was more surprising the way she decided to do it. He figured she'd just reach in at his waistline and feel around until she could snatch her panties back. Instead, she was outright unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. Whatever she intended, it was the kind of moment he'd envisioned sexually. She was even fitting the flustered 'nerd girl' archetype that was a favored hentai search for the lad. Such a careful approach she took... 'Touch it touch it touch it touch it─!' the boy chanted mentally. Would she? Sadly, no. A held breath was let loose as a sigh when she freed the stolen underpants from his hiding place, and there Yugi stood... unzipped pants and the feeling of blood slowly filling his member, but a greater feeling of loss. "Goddamnit! Oi, don't you wanna make another trip in?" he asked. "Maybe I stole more than one pair!"

Back in reality, Jin was three women down with the one he initially knew the identity of on her knees, casually fellating him after already taking a load of spunk to the face. Rita claimed she'd been thirsty for months. He figured that should be the case, but a statement like that confirmed there were no sexual encounters between her and one of the others he knew. Perhaps he'd have something closer to a normal experience after all. "Nothing to worry about, Miss Danger. Bartender's got you covered," he assured. Spoiled by the actions of Saori earlier, Jin would indeed be testing this woman's gag reflex by holding her head steady and thrusting past that active tongue of hers. She'd earned herself a bit of care... for the moment. As such, his climb through her mouth and toward her throat was a gradual one that he actually intended to halt if any issues were discovered. She was one he had more interest in railing than plugging the mouth of anyway; it didn't matter much what her throat could do.

The piano in the Iino household did indeed belong to Iino Miko, though that might have been underselling the point just a bit. Miko had no reason to think too much about why this lad was interested in her piano and was more assured by the time he mentioned being able to play himself. A lot of higher society people liked to make their children learn skills. Miko herself was on the fringes of that kind of high society so it wasn't odd to her at all. "Beethoven? That's an interesting choice, I do enjoy his works though...Fifth and Six Symphonies, Moonlight Sonata 14, and Fur Elise, you really can't go wrong~" she gave that a bit of thought. If she remembered she wanted to hear him play later. "Box it..." she chanted wanting to remember that point at a later time, though her recall was always a bit strange. More stranger things were on the horizon as well, as the Masked Boy didn't seem the happiest hearing about making friends, it wasn't sarcastic, but it did make him sound... "Lonely. It gets better..." Miko understood that feeling, though it wasn't right to comment upon. Perhaps if all went spectacularly today... she'd eventually share her friends with this young man. She could see them getting along for the most part. Hell it wouldn't even have been the first time she made such a decision, even if she hadn't gotten to the introductions yet. But it was fine and admittedly different there was social etiquette to move around regardless. Ah but the lad wouldn't leave himself on the hot seat too long. No, he'd bring up degeneracy, admittedly shared without hesitation, "Yes it's hot! That is what NSFW means. And you definitely put the image in my head. You said the words, you made it real, made me visualize it... I wouldn't have if you kept that thought in your head!" she expressed, seeming to wind truth into her ranting, her reddened face something more intense than it needed to be given they were just talking.

Whatever the case, talking wasn't all they'd be doing, but before they moved on from that the Masked Boy had something specific to say about his villain arc. Still, those words from his mouth weren't as nefarious as he might have thought, "Iia, still doesn't sound like villainy to me, definitely benevolent dictator. Old Time Harem King?" Miko confirmed. She couldn't remember where she'd heard a story of similar actions but she remembered thinking it was a rather interesting way to be. Still, there was a game to play and a thing to notice. Iino Miko didn't like being challenged, and even while she freaked out about it internally, she would still be unzipping a boy's pants, and carefully reaching inside. Her flustered little face, her nimble fingers, all of it, a collection of traits which were conceptually, arousing. But... Miko didn't see herself that way. She didn't know and couldn't understand how she looked doing something like this. She didn't see her own actions as innately innocent, but she also didn't assume anyone would take such actions from her as sexual. Having successfully come away with her prize, she looked surprised when he spoke but not of moving on or her bravery but instead asking if she wanted to go back in. "Waaah♪~ Why would you say that like that?" she chirped out her face already flushed. "I've already been super brave, I unzipped the pants and was really careful not to touch the meat. We're supposed to be playing a game and it's tag and capture the flag not touch the meat!" Miko was beyond flustered but spoke softly with melodic chimes and chirps for emphasis. But it could never be so simple. There was something now bothering her about the way the boy looked, unkempt. It bothered her internally because she was the one who did it. Obsessions and Compulsions were created in a moment and though she realized what was happening it wouldn't stop her from moving because she was so bothered. "Can't stop it. It's bothering me. Gomenasai♫~" she chimed as she approached again, this time, intending to, with the utmost care, zip up and button his pants to set him back to the way she'd seen him previously. her fingers carefully following the zipper up from the inside to make sure nothing got caught. Her socially inept nature might have made others wonder how she ended up with friends at all, but the answer was also in the action. Her friends were all mostly older than her, and found her cute and immature in many ways.

Ah but another member of that girl's immediate family, didn't play at cute or innocent. No, she was far too busy, figuring out what worked for her and being very direct about getting it. In this case, the bartender Jin, called her Miss Danger, and there was something about that, which stroked her soul a bit. It made butterflies settle in her belly. "Thanks~" Rita said to the comment that he had her covered as a bartender. She'd been missing out quite a bit. Still, she found it to be worthwhile to get in a bit more practice, especially after the show Saori put on. Their friend group was the sort which required some amount of balancing and Rita would probably be considered among the most balanced after Saori herself. Steady was her head held as Jin thrusted past her active tongue and down to her throat. Now Rita would be finding that her own mastery was... almost where it should be. A little drunkenness definitely helped but this man was a hearty morsel even for her. She'd definitely have to try it again some time, but he could definitely use her a bit before finding her throat wasn't quite as accommodating as Saori's had been. Still, she was here for something different, too... mostly to test out the use of her hips against someone who wouldn't buckle easily.

After the masked lad compared himself to Beethoven, Yugi was at the receiving end of a list of pieces by the legendary composer. He didn't expect the start of a dissertation, but luckily it didn't reach a crescendo. "Oh. I thought you were about to start rambling," he said. Though quite good over a set of keys, he didn't care much for anything he'd been forced to do. It was a skill he mastered; nothing more, nothing less. Moving on from talks of piano, Miko had enough of a brain to pick up the loneliness in his demeanor. Was it a negative thing? He hadn't figured out the answer yet, and was in no particular rush to with everything else going on in life. He refused to comment on that matter, but the fact that he'd put images in Miko's head would not be let go. "Considering how far you've gone with everything else, I'm willing to bet you would have at least thought of something close without my involvement. Probably right before you realized there was someone else in a ten meter radius, shoved your face into your hands, and ran off screaming," he said.

Old-time Harem King... had a nice ring to it. Yugi wouldn't mind the idea of becoming Harem King. Benevolence had nothing to do with it, but if that got him what he wanted and established balance even by force... it was something to go for. "Whatever gets me laid," he decided. Speaking of getting laid, Yugi's mind was running off on its own with ideas. After stealing that pair of panties, he knew something about Miko that may have been strange to know from such a source. As such, he definitely didn't mind the idea of her touching his member, whether intentionally or otherwise. Alas, it was not to be... and it didn't seem she had any intention of going back into his pants either. Well, that wasn't true. After the initial reaction and a bit of thought, Miko spoke of being bothered by something. She couldn't stop? What couldn't she stop? Another reach toward the masked boy's pants had him thinking this was the most random lucky strike ever! Sadly, her hand moved to pull the zipper up as opposed to pulling his pants down. Building internal excitement had never become disappointment so quickly in the lad. "... I usually like unexpected things," he said initially. "That's the exact opposite of how I thought that was going! You just ruined the most epic buildup I've ever seen!" he complained, rubbing his face with one hand. "It could have been so awesome. Capture the flag turned into grabbing the flagpole... so many opportunities! Let's just... start the damn game before I give myself crippling depression."

While that memory continued to play out as it had originally occurred, Jin was still on the path of discovery. He somewhat carefully pushed past Nara Rita's mouth and into her throat, finding more satisfaction than one like him could expect from any normal blowjob. Ah, but he'd eventually find the stopping point. Drunk and ready to put on a show, Rita did manage quite the feat indeed. It paled in comparison to the ease by which Saori took him in, but getting even close to achieving the impossible before the limit was reached... well, that was a feat in its own right. "Hah? Number two isn't bad," he commented absentmindedly. There was a minor grin on Jin's face as he spoke, coming to another decision. Rita didn't seem like one who would mind it at all, so he began thrusting into her face with a bit of force, as if to challenge that discovered limitation and overcome it by force. She was, after all, a clear masochist by now. "What if I can help make the push for first?" he wondered.

The masked boy compared himself to Beethoven and that made Miko go off on a minor tangent. She listed several pieces and compositions too. While being a musical nerd of the highest variety there was still quite a cut off, one which the masked boy found surprising. Miko managed a slightly shy reaction about it but explained because not long ago she would have started rambling, "That would have happened, but that is part of the use of boxes. So I can be less of a disruptive influence in situations where I shouldn't give full crazy rants about things. Like disrupting class to ask questions teachers think are unrelated to their subject matter," Miko gave that little explanation though there was obviously a touch of criitique applied to the end of that sentence. Beyond that point there was the fact that Miko's own mind was dangerous to her and maybe one day to other people. The masked boy had some understanding of that with his commentary concerning how far he thought she would have gone even without him mentioning a direct outcome for her. "Am I... that easy to read?" she asked almost rhetorically. It was odd to her that someone who only met her today could have such a good grasp of her personality. She'd had such a freak out not long ago...

Ah but Miko had a different kind of understanding of the boy. Old Time Harem King was precisely how she saw him. Maybe he did rough or vicious things, but he definitely wasn't malicious just for the sake of it. He didn't feel like that sort of person to her, not by his own words, even though he was quite rough around the edges. "Honest at least..." the girl held up her hands in mock surrender. She wouldn't comment or think about it too much. He'd already claimed to be a pervert. He's already stolen panties... she was honestly accepting of him as he was... even if she couldn't verbally communicate that information. Ah but she was about to do something weird. Well, weirder than she'd already prove herself to be, a moment of necessary order kicked in and looking at the young man's clothing that she'd disturbed she felt the need to shift it back into place. But in doing that she did something unexpected, initiated contact with no intention of going forward sexually. "I didn't mean for that to be unexpected... I was just trying to fix it. It was out of place and I did it. The thought that I left something out of place made my skin crawl..." she mentioned after completing it. Her OCD seemed quite odd but she was also the type to... wash a dish immediately after using it. And pick up things left around the house and return them to where they belonged. It is why her room was so well organized. Even those underwear he'd stolen were... folded in neat triangles in alternating colors in her drawer. She was that obsessed with ordering things. She ruined the most epic build up he'd ever seen... well that was not intended. In fact ruining things was quite the opposite of what she wanted to do, being a pervert presented a conundrum she'd not expected to encounter with another person. "I didn't mean to ruin anything," she mentioned but why he expectd this to move forward she didn't know. Did the perverted boy really expect this sort of thing to move forward, with her? That was crazy as a thought, she wasn't a target of this sort of thing. Even though... there was obvious evidence to the contrary. "Still that doesn't sound bad when you say it, like that... box it. Also don't give yourself depression over the neurotic girl missing social cues... I do that a lot," she understood that much about herself. As the game was getting underway, she supposed it was her time to shine. Her home was big for the family to be the size it was... and as such she'd be off, with those panties tucked away, slipped into her tights. "Count to 20... I'll hide," she claimed. Her little tights covered feet carrying her to an empty sitting room. It's walls were covered in books of various topics, and it had a large breakfast nook covered in cushions as well as cushions in the floor and a few lamps and the like aligning other spots. Here the girl hid herself in the floor to ceiling curtains though her rear ever so slightly poked out, as she crouched low... a quick glance likely wouldn't reveal her to most people.

While one young woman with a shared face was in her past, being painfully socially inept, at present in a bar, an older woman was being open with purpose. Fresh off of filed divorce papers and ready to mingle among society again, Nara Rita had thrown herself fully into deviance she'd been missing out on. Here and now, she found someone aggressive, and to get aggressive treatment she left herself fully open. That minor grin on Jin's face as he claimed that number two wasn't bad, gave Rita a deep sense of satisfaction even as she found her limit. He wanted to help her push past the limit she'd found even as he was the one to be at home in her throat somewhat. She looked up at him with a teasing light in her eyes. If he wanted to help her with such a thing, she'd gladly accept. Her body relaxed further as the masochist she was, and she put the movements of her head fully into his hands. He was free to use her mouth and throat the way he wished for now and winked at him to let him know. All the while that moving tongue of hers, continued teasing around and the underside of his cock. It wasn't like she'd stay still for too long.