Charles Patricius

Ever so carefully did the masked boy remain in place beneath the bed. Dark as it was, he could just barely see the brunette's feet tip-toeing around as she fully entered the bedroom. True enough, there weren't many hiding places in this room... but Yugi didn't intend to hide incredibly well. This wasn't a fair game. Miko proved too easy to find, and frankly, he wanted her reclaiming the panties as many times as possible for every chance at making things... interesting for himself. It surely wouldn't be long before Miko discovered him. Ah, but perhaps there was a wrench being thrown into the plan? Though Yugi was unaware, there were footsteps at the far end of the hall ─ steps belonging to one Iino Sosuke. Casually was he making his way down after hearing some commotion during a lull in his meeting's conversation.

Rita could have taken any opportunity to use her hips as desired. Jin would have accepted her advances with ease and gladness, especially if she put her ass on display like it was presently. Speaking of the present, it was with great difficulty that he refrained from plunging into one of her holes while standing behind her. Luckily, he didn't have to wait very long. "Got all the time you need, Danger. You know where to find me for more too," Jin assured. He had it on good authority that interactions with this woman would occur in the future, whether for similar or very different reasons. Some people didn't like letting go of their targets. For now, the wait was over soon after it started. Rita took the liberty of reversing to take his tip into her canal. The movement pattern she chose wasn't entirely geared toward penetration, but offered pleasantries of a different variety while she worked him into herself. In due time, she was even making him crash against her cervix of her own volition. Truly, there was masochism afoot here... but Jin seemed to enjoy it. Beyond that, he'd yet to require any bracing, and would even be dropping an open palm onto Rita's bouncing buttocks for encouragement. "Got a lot of jiggle back here, lady," he observed whilst watching the most interesting series of movements he'd ever seen on an ass.

The masked boy remained in place under the bed, but Miko wouldn't be searching there initially. She moved around the room, little by little until... she heard some rather familiar footsteps approaching. A moment of panic crossed her features as she went completely still. She heard the calmly approaching steps of her father and didn't know what to do. 'Shit! This would be weird to explain. And even weirder if he heard me yelling earlier. I also can't potentially get anyone else in trouble just because I couldn't stop myself from be accusatory! Fuck. I have to hide now!' she thought at rapid pace. Well, the easiest place for someone of her size to hide before her father's footsteps approached properly was... under the bed. She practically tossed herself there, her backside aimed directly at the masked boy so she could quietly peek from beneath the bed. Her body was completely still her heart pounding in her chest. Beyond that... the sudden realization of where the masked boy was, made her look up at him with a finger to her own lips to quiet him... yes, the were technically spooning, but making sure they weren't caught by her father was more important than anything else.

While a temporary pause came to a game of capture the flag... A different young woman was busy burying a flagpole deep within her person. Rita's hip movements were ones which she took her own form of pride in. Dancing was one of her favorite activities and she quite enjoyed the sensation of backing herself against something firm. Much to her own satisfaction, she didn't find Jin to be wavering at all. Even with her initial movements she could continue unhindered and not worry about losing her partner. He'd not even grabbed onto those constantly moving hips yet. "Yes sir!~ I have a lot more free time lately... " she said in a matter of fact manner. Rita was a bit of a masochist, enough to treat herself roughly without any input from the man behind her. By the time her bouncing butt was being observed and slapped once more for good measure, Rita's core was tightening just a bit, from the attention. "Oh? You think so~" she teased. Why was it a tease though? Becaue if he liked watching her rear bounce, it would increase as she moved towards working herself up to enjoyment. One could easily say that with someone sturdy behind her, she'd allow her hips more aggressive movements. Rounded circles and quicker pace, she'd essentially be treating the man with all the extra care of a dildo mounted to the wall, except for the satisfying reverberation of her hips meeting flesh instead of a solid surface. she'd even bend at the waist working her hips as pushed him further and further with each of those knocks. If he'd only just barely breached Rangiku's womb, he'd find himself knocked into Rita's with her own activity in mind. All th ewhile Saori was sure of her assessment of Rita, that she counted as the one whose body was closest to complete, and though Rita herself couldn't tell... there was a light glow to that tattoo running up her leg, which was very visible to those in the know. 'Sou ka... that's magical huh?' Saori thought almost absently.

Sosuke traversed the hall, casually looking for the pair of teens that had been left to their own devices while he and the Prime Minster discussed a bit of business. He'd heard his daughter yelping from afar. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but he did tend to check after hearing a few. "Mimi? Are you around here?" he asked when near the master bedroom. After a moment, he was even stepping inside, thinking he heard something within. Alas, Miko would not be found there. Where was she? Well... Yugi knew where to find her, if only because she was presently sharing his hiding space, her back against his fore. A silent shushing was sent his way, but the last thing he cared about was making noise. No, he could only concern himself with one thing. 'Ass on my dick!' the lad shouted in his mind. With that soft cushion he already knew the feeling of against him, and Miko's full, smaller frame settled against his torso as well, there was no stopping the twitch Yugi felt in his pants. Growth would be coming soon ─ especially since he was already making the conscious decision to rest a hand on the girl's rear. Sosuke had yet to leave. Instead, the older male was switching the lights on in that bedroom to inspect it more thoroughly. "I could have sworn... hmm..." he mumbled, standing dangerously close to the bed. Sosuke was glancing into the nightstand drawer, which was left slightly ajar. "Was Nari here? I didn't hear her come back. . ."

Jin didn't have a very busy schedule of late. So certain he'd meet Nara Rita again for one of several reasons, he had no reprehensions about freely considering a future round, or two, or three. Rita spoke of her recently-acquired free time, and he snickered. "Good. Use it well. Could even bring that husband of yours if you want. Free drinks for the table," he said with devious intent. After that additional slap to the rear, Rita showed even more amusing things. He had an actual feel for her reactions now. That tightening around his shaft began just a bit before he reached greater depths within her. Where Rangiku suffered a forced entry she found surprisingly pleasant, it seemed Rita was actively seeking it. Bouncing, circling and waving, her ass was like a well-oiled machine meant to hypnotize men. Frankly, in would accept that hypnotism gladly. "Can't argue with these eyes. Don't even need to be here myself," was his reply to her verbal tease. Just then... there it was: the moment Rita's bouncing forced him into her womb. Jin still hadn't made any conscious movements of his own, but that little pinch of entry made his breath catch in his throat. He reactively struck her rear again, this time from the side. Even if he didn't think of doing it, Jin's hips were suddenly moving in sequence with Rita's own. . .

Miko was hiding under the bed with the masked boy at her back. She'd found him for their game of tag and capture the flag, but that wasn't important... what was important was maintaining silence, so that her father wouldn't find them. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she was sure that she shouldn't at all be caught, hiding under a bed, spooning with a boy... who had a pair of her underwear tucked into his pants. There were like several blaring Doom Flags and she wouldn't be catching any of them. 'Papa go away! Now isn't the time for an investigation!' she mentally berated. In truth she appreciated her father's care but, right at the moment she was in a rather compromising position, it would be awkward to explain and even more awkward when she didn't fully understand her own actions either. She could hear the notes being shared before her next therapy session! And what was more... something twitched against her rear. Sitting in a lap, wasn't an uncommon occurrence for her, but she'd never felt that... before. Her eyes widened and it took all of her self-control not to yelp. 'What the hell is that? Why is it against my butt!? It's not panties! Why is it twitching?!' her mind was screaming and her body temperature was increasing rapidly. Ah, but still no noise would be made... she wasn't even moving, it was as if she'd just gone completely still. She quietly prayed to her god of choice, for strength and help. 'Tasukette, Seimei-sama!♪~' the girl mentally chimed. As if on cue, the front door opened and Iino Risa once again entered the house, the sound of grocery bags and the like could be heard as she entered, making enough noise that surely it should grab Sousuke's attention.

At the same time, Rita spoke of her own free time and how much she had, and what she got from Jin was a snicker and a suggestion full of devious intent. "Oh, and here I thought I was the danger here~" Rita said in a statement that likely counted as flirting. In truth she didn't care to spend extra time with her soon to be ex-husband. But... free drinks for the table sounded nice, regardless of the kind of drink it was, "Still, I really might have to stop by~" she claimed earnestly. Whatever the case, she could definitely see a visit or two. Her current rotation of sex partners didn't include anyone as physically capable as was made obvious by another slap to her ass. She'd stopped holding back and testing the waters, continuing to move those hips around like she was aiming to work him over completely, and suprrise surprise, he entered her womb by her own volition. There was a strange amount of relief, she'd done this before and felt the depth, she wouldn't bother trying to figure it out, it was simply one of those things she understood worked and that she enjoyed the feel of. Such was made obvious when her womb quaked upon that unintended ass slapping which also caused her orgasm in the moment. "Sorry!~" she apologized pleasantly though her hips kept moving and now that Jin was also putting in on it, she was experiencing something quite different. Men normally couldn't keep up with her, "Oya? Is someone actually moving with me?!~" she asked still teasing as she enjoyed the contrast of sensations.

The situation was now playing out perfectly for the masked lad. With Miko's father in the room and her under the bed with him, silence was mandatory. So long as that was the case, he could expect no retaliation to his antics. It was all her fault anyway. She could have hidden in the wardrobe. She could have even even taken up a place under the bed without making direct contact with him. Instead, here she was, pressed against the boy in such a way as to force him toward an erect state. She earned that hand upon her rear as repayment for causing the struggle, and she'd earn even more still. It didn't take very long for Yugi to reach full firmness. As it did, his hand was rubbing and squeezing her buttocks. Such an opportunity for deviance was impossible to come by, and thus wouldn't be one he let slip. He'd even be aiming to pull up Miko's dress to get more direct access to her rear, hoping that father of hers remained in the room. For the moment, he was. Sosuke started looking through that drawer, wondering if perhaps his wife was sneaking around and setting up something 'interesting' for the night. Ah, but he heard the front door closing and figured that had to be her. "Hm?" he murmured, thinking it best to go have a look there and closing the door as he slipped out.

Rita thought she was the 'danger' in this situation. Jin wouldn't be arguing against her with that point; her hips were absolutely the stuff of wet dreams and nightmares alike. Had she actually been assaulted by the assassin she knew, that man may have been in for a world of hurt with his smaller frame. Well, Jin would be taking advantage of her greatest strengths instead... if this truly was her greatest strength. "You are. Could set you like a trap. Still dangerous," he replied. If Rita was also looking for something to spite her future ex-husband with, Jin would happily add himself to the list of those willing to participate. "Always been a practical guy. Real man wouldn't let this go. Might as well learn what the mistake was," he added. Now comfortably within Rita's womb, Jin couldn't stop his hips from moving of their own accord. The most recent spanking was also incidental, but he wouldn't have taken it back... even with Rita seemingly apologizing as a reflex of her own. "Hah?" he questioned. She must have enjoyed that as well. In that case, she'd have yet another upon expressing surprise over having a moving partner. "Wouldn't be right to let a lady do all the work. Always been old-fashioned," was Jin's answer.

Miko was under a bed with a boy. That shouldn't have been the accident it was, but here and now she was basically spooning a relative stranger. Well, that wasn't the worst part of it, or the best part of it? She'd thrown herself under the bed in a panic, she'd not expected, the masked boy to be on the same side of it, nor had she expected their positioning to line up so precisely. 'Waah~ Why did this happen to me? What did I do?' Miko pontificated. Ah, but she could make any noise and that was something which became exceedingly difficult. Her own nature was strange, and this lad reached full firmness behind her. She'd never felt that before... and she didn't hate it. What was more he'd started molesting her, which was strange, his hand on her rear seemed content to want to grab and touch like he'd never experienced flesh before. 'Papa, go away!' Miko thought, though in the moment she wouldn't have been able to figure out why she thought that. No... instead she was saved, by the front door, something even Sousuke heard though he'd been fumbling around in that odd drawer on her mother's side of the bed. Once he left... and the door closed behind him, Miko let out the breath she'd been holding. Once she was sure he was gone, she thought to scurry, the lift of her little dress the least of her problems. She needed to create space between herself and this boy and understand what was going on here. "Why did you do that? What the hell is going on in your head right now?!" she whispered her questions not wanting to draw any attention and leaving her ears open. They needed to move out of this bedroom as quickly as possible. And she needed physical separation to avoid a major meltdown.

Meanwhile, Rita was having a different sort of experience. Apparently, she was dangerous enough to be set like a trap. It wasn't exactly the oddest thing she heard, in fact, it hit her ears like a compliment. "Sou ka, I've been hearing a lot of strange compliments lately, thanks~" she chimed seemingly amused by it. Still that wouldn't stop the movements of her body nor her exploitation of an individual who could fully take what she had to offer. Apparently, on his list of traits was practicality and the reasoning of her soon to be ex learning his mistakes first hand. "Oh? Might like that... put in a pin in it... might come back for that~" she claimed. Revenge was rather fun as a thought, especially considering the straight up downgrade his side-piece was. Whatever the case, those moving hips soon found another pair doing the same, and with Jin buried deep inside her womb she could do nothing but enjoy and apologize with a slap came to her ass. "Really? I don't know if, I'd call you old fashioned but I don't get this too often so~" those hips began to move in unison, rocking, rolling and moving causing flesh to slap against flesh and rippled to occur across a normally smooth surface. Such would be how they continued. At the same time, among the sounds, Nozomi was oddly the first to wake, though her recovery didn't necessary sound pleasant. "Ugh... I feel like I was hit by a truck! Ori-chan, tasukette onegai!~" she said falling into old habits. "Hoh? Are you that drunk? I'll call your pick up then. Careful though... he'll wear you out if you're already this out of it~" Saori gave just that warning before looking at her phone and slipping a bit further away from the direct line of sight to issue a phone call to Kimura Kazuhiko.

The masked boy made progress toward lifting Miko's dress, but he wasn't favored by the amount of luck he'd hoped for. Sosuke left the room, and Miko loosed a held breath: a sign that she'd soon be trying to escape in epic, embarrassed fashion. If luck wasn't with him, maybe a bit of pluck would work? Many signs were in place. If he could just abuse the hidden truths of this interaction from Miko's end, perhaps he could achieve the life-altering victory every teen boy sought. A small sacrifice had to be made. He had to abandon the effort to lift that dress, if only to try grasping at Miko's hip and holding her in place. Whether his attempt resulted in success or failure, Yugi's answer to the girl's inquiry would not change. "Which head? 'Cause one should be obvious, and the other is way more layered than you're ready to deal with!"

The unusual form of compliment Jin delivered Rita was apparently not the first of them. Anyone with a brain could easily imagine her being complimented multiple times per day for most of her conscious life. As for his idea/offering, Rita didn't seem too displeased with the thought. That husband of hers might be due for one hell of a reckoning, if she only made the decision to exact vengeance. "You know the drill," was all Jin had to add. He'd even treat the situation as a job if it came up. For now, he was right back to assaulting Rita's hyperactive ass with one hand between every collision between it and his pelvis. All the while, one Kimura Kazuhiko was within that bioluminescent cave in the company of Shirogane Kei. A rather fun session had come to an end, and he was stretching out across a web hammock. Kazu remained firmer than a man who hadn't known ejaculation for months, yet all the residue of a recent flourish still coated him. "Whew! That was awesome! I didn't think I could be so into─eh?" Whatever he meant to say, he wouldn't. His phone was alight not far from his person. The image of a very angry-looking purple-haired teacher was upon it, making him wonder what sort of thing made her call him in the middle of the night. "Mary's calling? That's... weird and concerning. One sec?" he pleaded while reaching for the device. If he managed to grasp it, an answer would swiftly follow. "I didn't do it," was the first thing Kazu spoke into the microphone.

The masked boy would be giving up progress for one thing to try and get to another thing instead. Miko's father exited the room and her easily flustered self tried to immediately place space between herself and the lad she'd been cuddled up with by circumstance. She'd not meant anything by it, she didn't even know where he was exactly... His hold on her hip kept her in place for a moment. At the very least it kept her from fighting him as hard as she might have. His choice in answer to her question though was something else entirely, as one who didn't see herself as the type to stir loins this was a shocking turn of events. She assumed it wasn't at all related to her... "Your normal brain is complicated, I get that. But not the point... why this?" she asked while wiggling her hips, even as she was held in place against him. "I don't have anything to do with this. I sit in plenty of laps this doesn't happen... why are you trying to keep me here? We are going to need to move quick so important parts only..." she asked earnestly. These things were definitely unrelated, she was certain. They should be slipping out of this room as quickly as possible, because her father would definitely keep looking for her after consulting with her mother. Miko's internal panic was one thing but she truly didn't see herself as the cause of anyone's arousal.

Meanwhile, Nara Rita was considering an act of vengeance. It wasn't for normal reasons, but simply because there was a truth that seemed like it was unknown to her soon to be ex-husband. Monogamy wasn't something she needed or even sought... the exchange that was made, was one of mutual respect. She'd not been the one to break it, but she was the one who benefitted most from ending their relationship as he was soon to find. "Hai hai~" she chimed, definitely willing to keep it in mind. Just the same those hips of hers kept moving and her ass was soon treated to quite a few more hits. That sound was one which would be heard for a while yet, But... a little further away, one Kimura Kazuhiko fresh off a recent bout with Shirogane Kei was enjoying the afterglow in a web hammock. A smirk came from the girl in question which was interrupted by a phone call.. "Well, that's different... no worries~" she said about the phone call. Saori was one of the more present adults and Kei found her kindred in quite a few ways. No matter what while they occupied the human world, taking full advantage of human goods was a must. So answering a random phone call was interesting to see. The moment he answered the phone, Saori was assaulted on the other side by a plea of innocence. "Why do you answer your phone like I'm going to accuse you of something. Most people just say hello..." Saori said with a sigh. No matter what else happened she remembered this young man being quite different as a person.

The complexity of Yugi's brain would not become a topic of discussion. The subject alone was more complex than he was willing to openly be at the moment, if only because his other 'head' was taking priority above all else. Speaking of his other head, Miko was questioning its firmness while wiggling her hips ─ something she probably shouldn't have done if escaping was the intention. She'd only find Yugi's hips moving along with hers, grinding his hard-on against her rear through no conscious effort of his own. As for her other comments and concerns, a hasty answer was demanded. They had to move quickly, he claimed. Yugi agreed... but for entirely different reasons. Whatever the case, he had no issue speeding through multiple responses and several things not yet addressed. "Answer: ass on dick. Completely your fault. Probably never sitting on the right side; most people who'd let you do that either have no interest, or wouldn't want to make it awkward. Again, ass on dick, boner, lower brain in charge. Figured out from the panties it was even bigger than it looked; the curve worn-in is too pronounced for something that flat. Also... right back to thinking about that whole 'taking responsibility' thing, and the fact that nobody needs the amount of rush you're applying here. Your dad has a bad knee slowing him down, and thinks your mom was in here setting something up; he'll be asking her about it once he's sure they can't be heard. Given how your ears work, they'll probably take it outside under the guise of making sure she didn't leave something in the car on her way in," he rambled, partially just to buy time. "Besides, your job is tagging me. This isn't tagging."

While the sound of various 'claps' resonated throughout the bar, Saori reached Kazuhiko's phone. Luckily, she didn't decide to make that call even two minutes earlier, or sounds would have been bleeding through from both ends. What did she want though? It was already strange enough for Kazu to receive a call from her. Stranger still was the thought that she wasn't calling to blame him for something, or otherwise complain about something he'd definitely done. So then, why did he answer his phone that way? "Probably because if you're calling me, that's the likeliest reason? You know most people also don't call their students at midnight. If we're not back 'home', hearing from you at this hour is weird. Unless..." Kazu trailed off there, his mind taking a trip of its own in unnecessary directions. "Either Asta did something crazy again, you need a sparring partner, or you need an... other thing partner. Hoping for number three, but I'll also take number two. Just... not the Asta thing; not now. . ."

The complexity of another person's brain wasn't something Miko wanted to get into at all. She thought herself a bit more complex as an individual and still wouldn't want the responsibility of unraveling anyone else. And that was all well and good, considering that the masked boy had no intention of revealing so much about himself anyway. Regardless a series of answers were given to the girl about her questions. Her mental rush was one created by her own sense of urgency, but she also noted that grinding sensation. The masked boy claimed it was her fault they ended up like this and that it was her ass on his dick that made this whole thing happen. "That's news to me." she uttered quickly. Still an entire manifesto on how he'd figured out about the nature of her rear and how and why she'd never encountered the current problem until now all made sense. "I don't think I should be taking responsibility regardless... I figured you were either in the closet or on the other side of the bed, you know... near the drawer with all the naughty stuff in it that you were bound to look through, because you're an admitted pervert," Miko claimed, though there was no judgement in her words. Miko's logic was pretty sound, "Besides, panic... I have a very hard time lying and the best I can do is tell the version of the truth that is least incriminating, I didn't want to explain to my dad what I was doing in here..." she admitted quickly. Ah but she hadn't tagged him or anything either and this didn't count. "Eh, should I tag you though. I discovered you accidentally and I only came into this room because I heard something jingling. That doesn't seem like it'd be done in fairness..." the girl said thinking about her own advantages in a game like this and not wanting to make it unfair to the lad in question. "Also striking from the record any mention of my parents. Don't need that but I will admit I panicked a little bit too hard. I'd still rather be out of this room when he returns to check on me. Though I suppose that is more or less to check on your not in a negative way, though..." Miko admitted. She was the one well known and the most likely to fly off the handle. At some point she'd given up on moving away and her body hadn't stopped its gentle wiggling. There really was something about this she enjoyed... she could feel it like it was creating little butterflies in her stomach that weren't purely related to anxiety.

Meanwhile, the noises of that bar were drowned off enough for the casual conversation on the phone. Hear the lad's logic over the phone she understood his points better than most. She scoffed, as she always would pinching the bridge of her nose gently. "Yeah, I realize that but my life is way too complicated now to sort through shit like that..." Saori stated honestly. As for the extras, apparently the main reasons Kazuhiko thought to Saori would bother making a call... Astolfo, her need of a gym partner, or her need of a different kind of partner. "Sou ka... I guess I can see how we arrived at these conclusions, but I haven't seen Asta in days, I refuse to make him my responsibility, and I technically have no problem finding my own partners..." she mentioned shaking her head. "Technically, I need a favor. I am currently out with my friends, yes coincidental that they are all here too, no... I have no idea why. Anyway... one of them is already too trashed and needs to go home and for reasons I'll let her explain... she wants to take a hot guy with her, and as you are the nicest one I know I figured I'd call you," Saori explained her point and was willing to let it go from there. Whatever the case, she wasn't in need of a partner herself.