Charles Patricius

Yugi figured a tirade would have happened at some point in Miko's past. One didn't go to a therapist without trying to change their mental processes, after all. It must have been a stroke of sheer dumb luck that the timing of their meeting would be now, when he could avoid listening to more talk of classical music than he ever wanted to hear again. What of Miko's reactions though? He was spot-on with his assertion, and asked by the girl if she was that easy to read. For the masked boy, that question was quite loaded. Perhaps she was easy to read, or perhaps she wasn't. To him, it made no difference. "Everybody's that easy to read," he replied simply. That was the honest answer, much like his honesty about what he'd do upon becoming Harem King... if such a world could exist.

It was such a shame that Miko ruined the greatest buildup he'd seen to date. Those early moments were so much like a new, exciting hentai, he was sure anyone conscious of the comparison wouldn't have thrown the chance away. Alas, the brunette's OCD was her only driving force in the moment. She seemed so genuine in not wanting to ruin anything, though ─ a sentiment which created quite the Catch 22 in reality. "That's convoluted. So earnestly against ruining something, but wouldn't that just open you up to the whole 'you need to take responsibility' schtick? Like, what's keeping me from making it a demand now? This hentai plot could turn around quick and be something really steamy... Like, paywall steamy!" he said, getting a bit ahead of himself in excitement ─ if only for a moment. Regardless, he was told to count to 20 by a girl already on the move. The count would begin after a sigh, though he didn't even bother closing his eyes or turning around. Twenty long counts later... "I already know where you are," he said. Were those words true? No... but yes. The masked boy exited that first room to casually walk through the building, finding it interesting that rushed steps hadn't even displaced a rug or anything. Still, he had a few general ideas where Miko would be. "I can see you, you know?" he said while still in the hallway. Whether he could truly see her at the time was neither here nor there, but he had developed certain expectations of the girl who freaked out about... virtually nothing.

Speaking of expectations, Jin expected Rita to be one who could go above and beyond. He also figured that if anyone took a push past their normal limits, she'd be the most easily accepting thus far. What was his reward for such thoughts? A Rita whose throat he'd already entered, looking up with an inviting wink. His hand only steadied her head against his movements, but given the way Rita was... Jin had a better idea. "Hands down," he said. With that, his hand would be pushing down on her head. He intended to have Rita on her hands and knees, while lowering himself onto one knee along with her. He wouldn't leave her mouth when making that shift, but the new angle would certainly grant him some easy access on two fronts. If Rita acquiesced easily enough, Jin would soon be bundling the hair atop her head, holding firm and pulling inward with every intention of having a straight lunge into her throat. At this point, he didn't care what sort of reflex she experienced as a result; he wouldn't stop until he could feel her top lip against his pelvis.

Tirades were a part of Miko's not so far past, in fact... she'd gotten in a bit of trouble recently for a tangent which distracted a teacher from a lesson. But that was neither here nor there. She was in fact, trying to better decide how to approach people in general. And though apparently musical the masked boy didn't seem to have the same love of music she did. She wouldn't make him sit through a dissertation he wasn't interested in... she didn't like sitting through things that didn't interest her either. "Sou ka, personal skill..." she decided in the moment. Her understanding of people was likely quite odd but that didn't make a difference when they were becoming friendly.

Speaking of becoming friendly, it would seem Miko was good at trapping herself in socially questionable situations. She'd unknowingly started a hentai scene which she personally ruined the climax of, simply because her OCD was driving her actions and not any naturally occurring deviant thoughts. He called her thinking convoluted, as there was some natural contradiction to being earnestly against ruining things, while also initially having neither drive nor functional understanding to make progress. Ah, but there was something in the masked boy's words. A plot progression point... known generally as pretense. Pretense could move her past her own oddity and into the realm necessary to push forward instead of stagnating. Key pieces of information were being gathered for the point of her own understanding and what she'd do with that information... even she wasn't sure yet, "Box it." A few more pieces were needed to determine how she'd move forward and said forward motion would be discovered during the game. So gently did the girl move around the house that nothing was likely disturbed in her wake. Her mother always thought that one of her odder traits, the girl moved around and barely affected her environment without purpose. As such when she was hiding everything was still around her... until the masked boy started speaking. She could hear him even with her eyes closed, moving around in her house. She could hear him moving down the hallway. She imagined him, looking about but not with any real haste. Maybe he couldn't actually find her. He knew where she was? Her head shifted gently as she took soft breath, trying to stifle the little note that escaped. "Ep♪~" she softly chirped. Gently did she tap that wall behind her, causing the curtain she hid behind to move ever so casually, like it'd just caught a little breeze from the air conditioning. 'No way he figured me out...' she thought... but she couldn't stop the natural inclination of fear. The what if... which left her not responding to his voice, but ever so gently fidgeting in that curtain, it's movements becoming slightly more obvious by the moment Her bottom up in the air, just peeking from outside the curtain.

At the same time, a different woman was finding out how strangely she could accept being treated under the right circumstances. Though the act of fellatio was far from all she wanted, this one had a bit more stamina than her predecessors. She'd given herself to him in a strange way, and in response, he'd told her to put her hands down. Such a simple command and one she'd follow without thinking about it too much. She'd mentiond him being bossy and her liking it. So she'd be on all fours while waiting to see what happened. Saori for her part in this, watched as causally as she'd been watching this entire time, finding her friends nature interesting. 'How she even got married to a man like Shin... when she's like this I really don't understand,' that one thought casually. While Shin was far from her own standards, she couldn't help but wonder if him just being a bit more mature was enough to count as 'bossy' to the other woman. Whatever the case, Rita on her hands and knees had Jin taking on kneeling posture which he'd use to gather up her hair and force himself down her throat with a straighter inclination. Rita looked up at him with wide eyes, their pinkish color seeming to fluctuate a bit in her excitement. And with this new angle her throat convulsed with his intrusion. Still, she could be rather calm. Her nose still worked... she could still breathe, besides that, her face was intensely flushed and she found her ass shaking almost unconsciously as she accepted rougher treatment which would after a few moments struggle see her lips meeting his torso. As a blowjob became quite wet between little tears brimming in her eyes and her moist throat not being able to functionally swallow around his girth. Still, this was hot and rousing in a way she'd not expected.

The hunt was on. As he walked the hall, the masked boy employed a technique that may or may not have been allowable within the game. Nevertheless, it was one he knew would ensure victory for the round. Upon announcing that he could see Miko, she ensured he could both hear and see her. The boy's eyes shifted toward that sitting room, and there he found... such a terrible hiding attempt that it had to be purposeful. Was she just bad at such games? The fidgeting was one thing, but her hiding in one of the most comedic and awful places of all time was another. Moreover, she didn't even have the gall to stand behind the curtain. No... she'd gotten into the floor, curled her body and failed to hide an ass Yugi already knew was more developed than the rest of her. Slowly, menacingly even, Yugi stepped into the room. His eyes were locked onto the girl's backside throughout a very long approach. The name of the game was tag, so... he was giving a lot of consideration to some very specific contact. No. No, it wasn't consideration at all; he was going to do it! How often did such opportunities come about? Basically never, the masked lad thought. As such, reaching Miko resulted in Yugi lifting an arm and extending it out to the wall-facing side. "... Tag!" he exclaimed, putting torque into his hips and literally swinging his arm until that flat palm made contact with her exposed hump. "Now where's the flag?"

In a new position, Jin may have acquired the ultimate access to Rita's mouth and throat. Of course, a bigger boon still was that he could now see down her back to that large, still exposed posterior that had been so recently coddled out of extreme redness by Saori. Oh well; his plan was to 'unfix' that situation anyway. First came the climb through her throat, until he could no longer move forward. Jin only lamented the inability to witness the bulge in her neck from this angle, but that look in Rita's eyes was enough to make up the difference. She'd become... excited. Such a glutton for punishment this one was, she even put the other to shame. "Took it all, huh?" he asked rhetorically. Rita's twitchy throat seemed to be a non-issue for both parties. In fact, Jin was finding more moisture within her gullet than he'd ever experienced before ─ perhaps even via vaginal penetration. Naturally, he'd have to make sure by thrusting into her face a bit more. Ah, but what of the good job she'd done taking his full length to the throat? Jin had a free hand rising into the air. "Good job!" he congratulated. As a reward, surely Rita wouldn't mind a mighty hand crashing down onto her ass once more.

The hunt was on and a young MIko was secure in her hiding place, until of course she... gave herself away with those strange ticks of hers. That little pronounced shiver only became more prominent as the masked boy's presence became menacingly clear. Each step taken closer to her person, seemed to enhance her feelings of being trapped. If she popped out now, she'd definitely be found and the dynamic of this game wasn't really one which would allow her to run if spotted. She could only hope being uncovered wouldn't be too jarring. Too bad she was wrong. How wrong? So wrong that the lad was winding up and instead of pulling back the curtain and revealing the girl, what she received was... physical contact against what one of her friends called, 'a cupcake' of her rear end. Hand met flesh covered by tights and undergarments but still it rippled and squished under the applied force, leaving the lad to feel the soft recoil. And after that call of tag, a little... "Squee♪~" chirped out from between her lips. She was confused by that sensation, but they'd not set parameters for that either. And her butt was up in the air, it was a logical thing to do, she supposed. He was asking something she didn't have time to wander in her own brain as her face flushed intensely. "It's... umm..." she paused, getting up out of her position on the floor with relative ease. She stood pulling up her little uniform dress to reveal the garment of choice, tucked into her tights at her left hip thus hanging down over her left leg. Though she raised her dress a bit, she'd managed not to flash him completely.

Meanwhile, Rita was taking all of Jin's rather massive cock down her gullet. It was a strange sensation, even while her gag reflex struggled for dominance. Still, she was having quite the good time, her mouth wet because of it and she would be receiving something else. A bit of happiness as she'd managed to push the limits. What would she get for a reward, a firm slap to the ass she had up in the air exposed and only recently coddled back into a slightly less reddened state. Ah well, it would go back to it, and Rita would feel in turn the tightening of her loins and the gurgling in her throat as a sound which was something like a yelp wanted to escape but simply couldn't. Instead it'd incidentally stimulate the cock within her while her own loins reached a new state of wetness from the sensation. However long this part of the session lasted, Rita would definitely be ready to slide back on his cock when she was turned around. It would be quite the enticing thing. Until then, the pair could continue this way until Jin found whatever happiness he was looking for, he was the bartender so offering drinks was probably the norm for him.

Iino Miko had already been identified as a closet pervert. Even so, the masked boy had put quite a bit of force into the act of smacking her ass, and the reaction was... not the least bit negative. He might have even called it one of pleasure, bemusement even. More importantly, the sensation on his hand when impact was made... it felt incredible. That rump was more than just round; it was soft, pliable and quite bouncy when collided with. He stood there for a few unnecessary moments, staring at his own hand. 'That was awesome! And she's... into it?' he mused mentally. As for the location of their agreed 'flag' on Miko's person, she revealed it skittishly by... lifting her dress. That rise seemed to happen in slow motion, at least from the masked lad's perspective. When panties were made visible, however, there was a distinct lack of proper flashing. Something was always a shame, he thought. "Uh-huh..." he muttered. Well, the point of their game was to reclaim the panties. He wasn't going to shy away from reaching out for a grab... but why should that be all? His hand inched forward, the end of its momentum intended to come only when a flat palm met Miko's pelvis. It was something simple and virtually meaningless for sexual gratification on his end... but he was an inexperienced young male. That bit of contact and an upward rub would ideally lift Miko's dress the rest of the way, while also dragging that dangling pair of panties up onto his forefinger.

Nara Rita had the type of ass that deserved and demanded a bit of redness. Perhaps such a thing ran in the family? Whatever the case, Jin was compelled to restore its former brilliant color as he pumped her throat with his girth. Once wasn't enough. After the first collision, he absolutely had to treat the other cheek. Ah, but a bit more firmness had been used... so restoring balance by returning to the first side was necessary. Bullshit excuses created a cycle of congratulatory abuse, to such an extent that Jin was eventually hitting Rita's ass every time his cock hit the bottom of her throat. That sort of behavior continued for minutes on end, until a certain throbbing became quite prominent. With that present, Jin finally retreated until his glans could rest on Rita's tongue. He released her hair as well, all to give a single warning. "Drink's ready, Miss Danger. Taking it here?"

A closet pervert, was peeking out of her closet door. A hand collided with her rear, in a way that should have hurt. It technically wasn't even the first time a hand had made contact with her rump, but it was... the first time she had a legitimate reaction to the contact and wasn't already in the middle of some kind of fit. That noise that left her lips wasn't one of negativity but upon hearing it escape her own lips it did cause confusion. What was more, the lad stood looking at his hand afterwards like he was confused and that only added to her own confusion. 'Waah!~ I don't know why I reacted like that. It felt... different. AH! He's still here though... I can't...' she couldn't even mentally finish her tirade as she'd revealed the hiding place of those panties and watched as the lad reached towards her. He could have just grabbed the panties. That would have made sense... but instead he... reached out with a flat palm. His hand made contact with her pelvis and sent a new signal directly to her brain stem. She was sure her personality was being rewritten as slowly but surely he reached for those panties and dragged them from their hiding spot. Ah but it wasn't a completely silent moment, that contact drew a little sound from her lips, akin to a moan, she couldn't have held in... and goosed flesh which couldn't hide her own arousal, though she couldn't identify it as such. "Wuah♪~" well that was a weird noise. The fact that her dress had lifted incidentally wasn't even a thought that crossed her mind. Her face flushed, her body felt strange and with her panties now dangling from his fingers, she closed her eyes tightly and pushed her dress back down into place. Whatever she was visualizing, it was far too real. She needed a moment to herself and the game had the perfect out. "You go hide now!" she said while covering her face and crouching balanced on her toes quietly in those tights as if it was a perfectly normal way to collect herself.

While one collected herself, another seemed to be collecting a better option. Rita had a man pumping himself in and out of her mouth and throat, and while that happened, several slaps to her ass had it stinging again. Ah, but such sensations were pure satisfaction. A reward for doing a good job and having he ability to move beyond that gag reflex which was becoming less pronounced but still his cock would be strangled a bit by those choked out moans and the like. But eventually as was the case with all things, Jin would work himself into another orgasm, and as such pulled back enough to rest the head of his cock upon her tongue while making a cheeky joke about it. "Yes Sir!~" was Rita's commentary about taking her drink exactly the way he offered it. This was quite the bit of fun after all, and it was at least worth observing from Saori's own perspective. Just the same, Rita would be ready and willing to take that money shot again, before a switch was necessary... one in which she'd aim to have herself backing up against an erect cock to be used to really test the man's mettle.

It was the strangest thing to hear Miko's reaction to that spanking. Things only became stranger still when the masked boy gambled once again, all to rub his hand along her pelvis... and receive something akin to a pleasured gasp as response. A perverse story was coming together with incredible ease, even accidentally from one side or the other. Yugi would have a great deal of difficulty avoiding some every purposeful actions if she kept letting them slide like that. Ah, but the ever-flustered lass would be snatching at safety by acknowledging their game... with a most conspicuous amount of haste. The boy felt something akin to prey drive. He fought the grin that wanted to appear on his face, but not the desire to be devious. "Hai hai," he said, brazenly pulling his pants by the waistline and shoving the acquired panties even deeper in than before. He did so just to ensure Miko knew where to find them later, and then stepped away. "Count as long as you want~" he added. With that, he'd move back into the hall. A brief trip led him into a bedroom that certainly didn't belong to Miko. No, this was her parents' room. He stepped inside and looked for something that might make a bit of noise. Lo and behold... there was a small collection of questionable objects in a drawer left slightly ajar, which he proceeded to check. 'Oh shit! Okaa-san's a freak!' he screamed internally. One thing within that drawer, however, was a small collar with a bell attached. This family obviously didn't own a cat, but that didn't matter to Yugi. He took that collar and ensured its bell made just a couple of noises as he slipped under the Iino parents' bed ─ a bed whose sheets were large enough to reach the floor and avoid anything underneath being seen from the side.

Rita's ass had taken enough abuse for the moment. It was time she received a different sort of reward. In this case, she'd be the only one to directly receive two loads from Jin. He still had quite a few left by his own account, so he'd gladly burn through one right here and now. Jin only wished to know if she wanted to have it in her mouth, which she accepted with gusto. "Hah?" he replied, amused by this one's behavior. With that agreement in place, Jin stroked his cock from its base, holding the tip just within Rita's mouth. He did consider dumping a load in her throat, but no... she'd received enough torment, and would be allowed to swallow it at her own pace as it flowed into her mouth.

The noises escaping Miko's mouth were indeed pleasant ones and ones associated with pleasure, even if she couldn't properly process the feelings just yet. Moreover she wasn't the only one trying to process this whole situation, the masked boy was doing the same, though his intentions were obviously more perverted. She told him to go hide, so she could take a moment and get herself back under control. Ah, but he wouldn't be doing just that... no, he'd be pausing and showing her that he was once again hiding her panties deep in his pants. Why couldn't he just use pockets, he actually had them after all. "Hai..." she muttered immediately turning her head back down and beginning her count. Five sets of five would be passing her lips as she got her breathing back under control and managed to stop feeling intense shame. In that time... she mentally freaked out, but came to the conclusion it was just a game... and there was nothing wrong with it. However while she was counting she heard a little bell chime. She was sure she'd heard that before so she stood and began tiptoeing around. She peeked into rooms searching for that noise, only to pause in front of her parents room. Surely he wouldn't have chosen that one... right? No, it was definitely this room... she decided even following more than thirty seconds after the fact as a couple of other chimes had definitely been what drew her in. She looked around her parents bedroom and everything looked to be in order... so under the bed, or in a closet, these were the only options, but which choice would she make? "This is deviant, Omen-kun♪~" she murmured softly. This space wasn't technically off limits to her, but it still felt weird to be in this room normally occupied by her parents.

At the same time, Rita was being freed from a grip by the head, which left her scalp tingling in the aftermath. What was a bit of pain to go along with how horny she currently felt. Still, she had nothing but excitement to offer the bartender about to serve her drink and he seemed pleased by the enthusiasm, so much so that he even allowed her to drink what flowed from him at her own pace. And in this way, Rita was the first to receive two drinks of her own accord so directly. And so she drank at her own pace, like a housewife turned lush, sipping and gulping as she saw fit, only to flick her tongue ver the tip of his cock after she was finished to make sure she got the last drop. "That's good, is it time now? I want to move my hips~" she claimed as if it was perfectly normal. Meanwhile Saori only snickered while shaking her head. Rita had to be taken from many a dance floor in their youth, having dry-humped quite a few young men out of commission. Well, at least the dick was already in active use this time, in case she managed similar feats. That being said, Jin had a pretty good track record going. Surely he had it under control., as the short haired brunette stood and turned around, bending over at the waist to rub her fleshy still red ass against him.

The masked boy had a rather decent hiding spot for himself. He doubted it would have been very easy for Miko to locate him without that bell, but he often gave such handicaps to others when he could foresee an easy victory ─ even potentially. By the time Miko entered her parents' room, the bell stopped chiming. Yugi's position on the floor gave him just enough room to see her shadow from the hallway light ─ corrupting the only major source of illumination in the room. Seeming to be on the right track, Miko called the boy's actions devious, and assigned him a name: Omen. That sounded quite good on multiple levels. Perhaps he'd keep it for the badass factor? Regardless, she wouldn't be getting a reaction out of him. He'd decide to do something only if Miko took the wrong path and exited the room again, at which point the bell would chime once more... but only if necessary.

Someone else would be getting a reaction, though. Rita, upon deciding it was necessary to drink a load of semen like something out of a wineglass, had every bit of Jin's attention. He watched and felt the minor concaves of her cheeks during the drinking process, heard the sound from her throat from time to time, and witnessed a rather satisfied expression by the time she licked the last morsel from his cock. There was so much to gain from watching this one's face, he seriously wondered how a certain green-haired companion of his managed to avoid raping the woman a few nights before. Oh well; it was his turn to reap some benefits of another's discovery. With Rita saying she wanted to move her hips, he stood with her and took his place at her rear. Already bent at the waist and brandishing that reddened rear, there was no need to question her readiness. "Could have gone for it ages ago. Let's see what all the hype is about," he said, holding his erection against her folds with no further movements of his own. Rita wanted to move her hips... so he'd leave her the freedom of doing so.

Miko was paused in the light of the door, casting a large shadow across the only light source of the darkened room. Well, darkened rooms were her more favored types anyway... among her 'diagnosis' for negative reasons, was light sensitivity. A darkened room with soft or natural light was much better on her senses than any room with a large amount of artificial light. She crossed the threshold and gently exhaled. "There aren't a lot of choices in this room..." she mused quietly. If one looked they could see the girl's careful steps... as she moved about on the tips of her toes even while looking around in this room. She shuffled about the open space stepping out of the light of the doorway and in front of the bed. Her father slept on the side nearest the door... her mother's side, was the one which held the closet. "Ah, but you're probably not in the closet, that isn't you..." she mused gently, she turned on the balls of her feet and began pacing the other way wondering if the lad had simply tucked himself behind the door or maybe under the bed or behind some other piece of furniture. He could always be under the bed she supposed, if he was even in this room to begin with...

Meanwhile, Rita got to see for several moments as she drank directly from the tap... a man staring down into her face with a strange amount of intensity. She was sure she'd only seen such a thing in that green haired boy a few days ago, still it wasn't nearly as disturbing. There didn't seem to be as much of an underlying threat in this man's gaze as it was aimed at her. Whatever the case, that final drink downed, she managed to stand and prepare herself to move, and interestingly enough... Jin was content to let her control it. He didn't even push forward into her canal, his erection was simply aligned and waiting. "Well, yeah... but I have time now. I have to take advantage~" she said a carefully raised brow raising in Saori's direction. If nothing else, she knew that woman was a problem for most individuals, and if she got a turn a round two for anyone else might not happen. As such... Rita would obviously be making sure she fully took advantage while the others were napping quietly. So her hips shook, gently at first as she worked his glans into her opening and once he was just barely past the threshold but even, she pushed back. She bounced to a rhythm that was uniquely hers her hips rocking back until they collided with his, only to move forward again soon after. He'd fine that press against the entrance to her womb to be one she sought on her own but also one which could be bypassed but was purposefully not. No, she was having too much fun making those rotations with her hips and casusing her ass cheeks to quake and shake while she used her own body against his 'battering ram' for lack of a better term.