Charles Patricius

The masked boy had become quite accustomed to being called a cheater; it didn't bother him at all. Whether truth or slander, his actions led to this moment. "Handicap then... summoning ritual now," he countered. Moving on from that matter, his mobile hand wasn't truly looking for panties at all ─ at least not the pair he was meant to take from her. No, he'd hoped they would be a bit higher than where his hand reached. He wanted to reach her crotch instead, and with her reaction to the initial contact, he felt a bit... predatory. Not there, she said. Well, he knew that much already... and surely she understood that he knew. "You sure you're not trying to throw me off?" he asked teasingly as that same hand turned. Yugi's middle finger would be purposefully pressing against the very same spot his thumb reached moments before, his palm resting atop her pelvis. That fingertip was in a near-perfect location, right against a noticeable little nub. Lower would have him slipping toward a crevice guarded only by two layers of fabric. Higher would instead have him reaching the goal of the game. Which would he choose? Well, the plan wouldn't have him deciding right away. "I need a hint. Higher... or lower?" he asked deviously while leaned against the girl's back and throbbing under her rear.

Now that Kazuhiko was finally in the bar, he was discovering the true meaning of rubbernecking. Five women, only two eyes and one field of vision... He really needed to get more eyes. Moreover, there were observations being made about him by some members of the group. He didn't mind it. In fact, the positive energy he was receiving gave Kazu a great deal of hope for future success. "I can also definitely help with the 'getting lives together' part! I'm good at that!" he chimed after hearing the gripes of one woman. Alas, Saori wasn't having any of their shit, nor any of his. She called upon him for a reason. He knew that, and apparently the 'reason' in question was willing to volunteer herself. He also found her lean a bit uncomfortable, and thus took measured steps closer in case a catch became necessary. "Yeah yeah, I know... why'd you think I came here right away? But still! If this is how parties go, I'd kill for an invite to the next one!" he stated, effectively grabbing the attention of Jin. He continued busying himself with Rita, but he knew killing to be a specialty of this unknown lad. He didn't throw that phrase around casually for the same reason most others did. Perhaps that was the strange boy he'd been hearing about earlier this very day. . .

The masked boy, had been called a cheater, but he didn't seem bothered by it. Miko didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing. What did he have to say for himself... that the bell was a handicap originally and a summoning method now? Did that mean he only used it to bait her? Well, she supposed that was fine overall but still rather odd. "That sounds reasonable but I don't know if I like it..." Miko said of his explanation. Of course, there was something she was beginning to understand she liked. Miko was a girl of simplicity the sensation of this young man touching her had been something she found pleasant enough not to avoid. His interest in her had been odd for her understanding but she couldn't argue with the feeing of his erection against her bottom nor his continued exploration of her person in the physical sense. "No, I'm not trying to throw you off..." Miko claimed softly a sigh escaping her as she wiggled more in his lap. if that first brush against her sex rewired her brain the second tested the connection. A finger which gently rubbed over her nub made a little cry escape her lips. "Ooh♪~" that little chirp escaped and she covered her own mouth with her hands. She was so embarrassed her body was hot, and that fluttering in her lower abdomen increased. It was getting in the way of her thinking. Higher or lower? He asked teasingly. For what? Miko didn't know, if he was going for panties she'd say higher. She knew she should say higher, but her mouth opened, "Uha♪~ Low...er♪~" the musical quality of her voice squeaked through if only for a second. It was mostly quiet, but the way he spoke to her made her answer in the way that suited her. It felt so strange... she also couldn't account for her own feelings or even the dampness in her panties caused by such direct contact.

Meanwhile, Kazuhiko was selling himself to a group of women who really didn't need the pitch. Even so... he made offers which had the half-dead dirty talker laughing. "Hehehaha~ I like him..." Reina said. But Kazuhiko had been called for a reason and was being held to it by Saori herself. It'd be Rangiku to comment, "Oya, you're really ruling with an iron fist here~" she said teasingly. "But we can see the chip now~" Rangiku commented with a raised brow... "You don't have to kill for an invitation. I'd bring you along, next time. You free after the concert tomorrow?~" she claimed as if it was the most reasonable thing possible. Meanwhile Nozomi, was leaning way too hard, and when she leaned back, the last time, "No... it's me this time. I'm winning today~" claimed Nozomi as she leaned a bit too far back and went tumbling backward in slow motion to Saori who didn't bother moving herself this time at least. "Somebody give him my number~" Rita chimed, not willing to stop what she was doing but obviously have a vote to throw. "You guys really are scavengers... he's not an escort you know?" Saori mentioned.

If Miko wasn't sure whether she liked the shift in purpose or not, Yugi supposed he'd be around for the eventual discovery. More importantly, he intended to be around and very active for the moment this one came out of her shell, so to speak. No... he intended more than that; he intended to cause the eruption from that shell, and herald in a new age of manhood for himself! What was Miko's intention, though? It wasn't to throw him off, allegedly. The ruse he had in place was that of a man who didn't believe her. Surely she was aiming for that, right? "I'm not sure I can trust you. I mean, we just met today. I probably shouldn't believe you," he teased. Based on the sounds Miko made, he had confirmation of multiple things. First and foremost, she was definitely caving to her deviant side by enjoying the contact he forced. Beyond that, there was something else he wouldn't address just yet. All he'd concern himself with for now was the moment, which settled in the question: higher or lower? Miko's answer... was interestingly enough, lower. The masked lad smirked as his plan came together. She'd made another huge leap, so of course he acquiesced by pressing in with that finger and slowly sliding it down, forming a damp, heated divot in her panties and tights. Still, there was no sign of what he allegedly sought even as he moved closer to what would be Miko's entrance. "Liar! Still nothing. Is there some trick I need to do to unlock it or something? Some special code?"

It seemed Kazu was liked by the women in Saori's friend group. If she had such an attitude towards him, he would have been living the best life ever. Though... he viewed their relationship with fondness as it was. One of her blonde friends thought it would be a good idea to bring him along on the next outing, asking if he was free after a concert he actually knew about now. "Do you want me free? I'm free as you need me to be!" he said with maximum enthusiasm. The black-haired woman had a counterargument against her friend, though. Well... she tried to make one before dropping herself off a barstool. Kazuhiko seemed so casual, almost gliding as a single step closed the distance between him and the falling woman. One hand settled beneath her lower back, and the other forearm found itself under the bend of her knees, as if he'd simply caught a pillow dropped into his arms. Something like that had Jin's attention ─ especially given how the boy was dressed. Even with Rita demanding that her number be given to the lad, he merely slapped her ass again and spoke. "You yakuza, kid?" he asked. First though, Kazu had a rebuttal for Saori's most recent statement. "Well let's not get hasty there. If somebody wants an escort, I can do that too! Well... I wouldn't charge or anything," Kazu said first. As for being a yakuza member, his answer was unusually casual. "Definitely not. I'm pretty awesome, though. Well... I try at least~"

Miko's deviance wasn't something she actively pursued. In the moment though it seemed to be something her body actively wanted even if the rest of her mind hadn't caught up just yet. The ruse he was using to claim he didn't trust her, or rather shouldn't was one she understood immediately in the context of his previously stated pretense. "A Miko doesn't tell lies... and besides that you can and do read me, O-men-kun~" she said softly. That little shift in the words wasn't something she did on purpose, but it was something that made her hips shift gently. One thing she knew for certain, lap sitting had never been so exciting. Still, for Miko this was almost an out of body experience. She was sure she was feeling it, sure it was something she should stop but wasn't doing and even... her own mouth and words were betraying her. She'd told him lower... she meant higher, but... what if the normal thing wasn't what he was going for at all. Actually she was sure of it, as that divot was pressed into her panties and tights and she felt that finger touching damp fabrics and sending new signals to her brain without cease. "Ha♪~ Haa♪~" she was panting so gently... trying so hard not to make too much noise, but something about this was absolutely naughty and way too good to stop. Her hips moved on their own as if trying to help his finger, while also sliding over his erection like she didn't know it existed but she did. "I am not. You obviously went past it... you should try a little higher again," she mentioned biting her lip and pouting. It wasn't technically a lie, he had missed it. It simply wasn't aligned with the middle of her person, but she was sure he knew this... and his decision to move his fingers this way had nothing to do with wanting the panties. He was an admitted pervert, he wanted to do perverted things... and if she was being honest, it was seeming like a better and better idea by the moment.

Meanwhile, that bar now had at least one extra man in it... and the ladies were all waking up as he became the topic of conversation. Rangiku found his enthusiasm infectious and his attitude oddly upbeat. He'd definitely not been undersold by Saori, but that wouldn't stop the bustiest blond from teasing her purple haired friend. "Oh? Is that so... Ri are you sure he's your problem student? He seems perfectly agreeable to me~" she said with a wide grin spreading across her face. "Oi, don't start." she said shooting that woman a deathglare. "Oooh~ So feisty, Ryujin-sensei~" Rangiku claimed, while Saori stared daggers at her. Meanwhile, Nozomi was soon almost falling off that barstool only to be caught in the moment by Kazuhiko. Normally speaking that sort of thing would have been Saori, having a young fit man do it, made the woman look surprised. A hand pressed into his peck right on top of the cloth. "Thanks for that... you're really solid under here..." she claimed not stopping touching him once she started. An ass slap rang out after Rita's call for the lad to be given her number... "Sorry I'm such a slut... I have to let him know though♥~" Rita freely admitted her interest and apologized while receiving a moment of brutality. "Definitely not in the yakuza. Look at that fit... that's a Chioriya custom. Which like what he hell that's fucking cool, Mari-chan's been on her waiting list for six months... and she's not even guaranteed to make something for someone she doesn't like~" claimed Reina, who might not know the boy, but knew fashion better than anyone else.

There had always been talk of priestesses not telling lies. Here and now, Miko used that logic and applied it to herself, seeming rather serious about it as well. She was also right about his ability to read her and the active use of said ability, but that notion would quickly be discarded. "Everyone's wrong eventually. I can't just bank on being right this time~" he argued playfully. The shifting of Miko's hips had him growing harder still ─ even shifting below her until she was placed in the middle of his lap. Of course, doing so also dragged his cock into the same place. If they were unclothed, there would have been certain penetration. That light panting sounded like adlibs in a sexual song. With that in mind, the masked boy was content to make things more sexual still. According to Miko, he'd gone past the goal. Was she talking about panties, or the spot that felt best? Well, she urged him higher either way. What interesting timing such a statement had, as 'higher' could be equally interpreted as 'deeper' considering his finger was positioned right over her guarded entrance. "Should I really? But if you're not lying, it can't be any higher than where I started. I've been in full contact the whole time. Does higher mean... a different kind of higher, then?" he asked, pressing in with that finger to create more of an indentation where one would seek to enter the brunette. At the same time, he decided to mark his starting point, thumb pressing against the nub he previously abandoned. "There must be a cheat code after all then. I really might need more help~"

Kazu hadn't missed the mention of being Saori's problem student. He knew that was the case, but that hadn't mattered in a very long time. Interestingly enough, Saori was called 'Ryujin-sensei' by someone other than her students. He wouldn't comment on that this time. No, he was instead catching a drunken Nozomi, only to be complimented on his solid body when she reached out to touch his chest. "Ehe~" he chuckled. Meanwhile, Rita was apologizing in the most sexual way Kazu had ever heard an apology. He was becoming firm by virtue of being around and hearing these women ─ especially when Rita spoke. As for the lack of affiliation with yakuza, Jin found himself... questioning the lad's truthfulness. He didn't seem to be lying, but that didn't sound reasonable enough to be true either. Ah, but Reina was more in the know about fashion ─ enough to pinpoint the clothing brand that outfit actually belonged to. Jin fell silent, merely spanking Rita again. Kazu, on the other hand, was attentive to the tanned woman. "Isn't it awesome?! I met her at the festival a few hours ago and she gave it to me. I'm gonna try getting some armor pieces for it later. Want me to see if I can pull a favor?" he asked about whoever this 'Mari' person was.

Miko would always be one to claim that Miko didn't tell lies. There were multiple reasons for this, mostly stemming from how she dealt with talking to 'authority' figures. In general she was the type of individual who told the truth... even if it was the most vague version of the truth possible. But apparently the masked boy wasn't willing to count on always being right... his playful argument didn't hit Miko's ears as anything truly contrary. No... it was more pretense, could she do that too? "I mean... there's nothing wrong with being careful~" Miko murmured, though she didn't think she was telling him anything untrue. Miko was shifting in his lap and would find herself in the middle on top of his hardon. It was probably the best seat she'd ever taken. The masked boy was still talking and Miko was still shifting but he was still claiming not to know what she meant. His thumb was soon found back at her nub and a moan softly escaped from between her lips "Ommuh♪~" was what leaked out. Perhaps she'd been trying and failing at saying the name she'd given him, or perhaps it was something else entirely. Regardless, there were now two points of contact and none of them leading to the panties in question. "I mean... you probably just missed it by moving in a straight line. Moving around might help~" she quietly suggested. Her hips would do a little circle in his lap. While at the same time that dampness seemed to just be increasing. "I don't usually use cheat codes so I don't know how to help with that..." Miko murmured softly. Well, if they were going with an example she'd need to understand the allegory. Whatever the case, Sinais was still watching this whole thing unfold. So casually, was her tail stroking between her legs. She didn't know her younger central self had a moment like this buried in all those boxes.

Meanwhile, in real time, Kazuhiko was being offered a compliment by the woman he'd caught. She was an adult, drunk though she was and feeling quite small by comparison to what she'd known to be a 'teenager'. Nozomi had to wonder if she'd been born in the wrong generation, they definitely didn't build teens like this when she was young. "Seriously, though..." Nozomi said wondering how much working out a teen boy had to do to maintain this kind of muscle mass. Maybe he was going to the gym with Saori, that would make sense. Those sexual apologies were finally registering as well, "Oh? Ritan's talking now too~" Reina observed hearing the apology after a pretty firm slap on the ass. That one was always so strange, but it was good to see her out of her shell a bit more. As for Kazuhiko and his outfit, "Shut up! She must really like you... I heard she doesn't do that sort of thing too often. No need to worry though, Mari-chan's got her appointment already because of another friend of mine~" she claimed finding this lad's choices interesting. "If it's a cosplay we'll probably end up seeing you around anyway... since I'm here chaperoning~" Reina specified. "Fuck, that he needs a chaperone... for that monster in his pants," Rangiku said, having taken note and never really letting her eyes move away from it. "Oi oi, don't start. I'm going home you guys can bark all you want later!" Nozomi asserted in the moment seeming to recognize her friends. "Well, given the way the night as already gone, I understand why you're acting like that..." Saori mentioned. All the while, another apology was echoing for no reason in particular except the slap to her ass.

It seemed Iino Miko was easily taken by madness. In terms of manipulating people, she was disturbingly easy. Well, it was a simple matter of goading the girl into revealing her inner self. With two fingers applied to her covered loins, he goaded out another intriguing moan as well. He didn't read into the sound too deeply, but it was definitely another nail in the coffin of one particular theory. No matter. Regarding the pretense of how lost he was, Miko suggested that he move around to find what he sought, instead of traveling in a straight line. In response, Yugi fanned out his other fingers briefly... only to bring them back in, his forefinger and ring finger closing around her folds. "Hmm. Nope. Didn't find shit. Did you maybe hide them under a layer somewhere? I... could check inside; that might work~" he spoke. "And maybe you don't use cheat codes, but... all that boxing you do? Some of them have to come with locks. You have to at least know some combinations for access... unless you're actually trying to keep me locked out~"

Nozomi wasn't letting go of how well-built Kazu was. He thought that was a little strange, considering she was a friend of Saori's. Well, he'd be prepared to use their relationship as an excuse if it became necessary. "Lots of training. Like... really, a long time," was all he said about it. Ah, but it seemed one of the women he wasn't carrying was more prone to talking. The valley gal of the bunch shared many words with Kazu, mostly about the strange fashion-related turn of events that led to his current ensemble. "Well, as long as it all works out," he said first. Reina went on to mention cosplay and the idea that they'd meet soon anyway. He supposed the armor pieces would make the outfit pass as a decent convention getup. Before he spoke on that topic, however, the other blonde was alluding to the bulge in his pants. Nozomi didn't seem interested in placating her friends very much, but he'd share some words before departing. "I'll take it! Nothing wrong with a chaperone. Sensei ─ a favor? Pass my number to whoever wants it! I'm gonna get going!" he said, taking the first steps toward the exit with Nozomi in tow. Along the way, he had more direct questions for the black-haired woman herself. "So uh... what's the whole deal here?"

Iino Miko wasn't taken by madness, well... she probably was... in some ways. At the very least, it was very easy for her to become distracted by feelings, actions and sounds. If she liked the sound of something... it was increasingly difficult for her to ignore it. And the masked boy was becoming one of the people she liked the sound of... rather quickly. In the quiet of that closet, his voice was leading her to something interesting. she could feel it. From the minor fluttering in her lower belly to the heat in her face and neck. There was even the rigid feeling of his manhood beneath her bottom. What she was taken by... was her ability to follow along with the masked boy's line of thought. She couldn't help herself giving little hints and and advice, not even consciously seeking reprieve for the heat she felt in her loins. Her words had him fanning out his fingers... only to bring them back together. He had to be doing this on purpose, but she liked it so that wasn't a problem at all. He was also talking again... he hadn't found anything maybe she'd hidden it under some layers. "You can...mmm♪~ check inside..." the soft words spoken were not at all the kinds of things Miko would have thought about saying normally. Actually, she was sure she wasn't thinking at all, and the words falling out of her face were her body trying to prolong physical contact as much as possible. But even so, she couldn't help herself. She rather suddenly felt like there were a lot of layers between herself and her goals. Wait... what was her goal again? She could hardly tell anymore. Did she know some combinations for the boxes? "Hm, they usually don't open like that... I'm not trying to keep you out," she clarified. "The boxes are for keeping things in... me, mostly," she softly moaned while rocking her hips in his lap. She had no idea where the idea came from but it was so easy to move like this while leaving herself completely open. She could practically feel her loins throbbing even through two layers.

At the bar, conversations seemed to be carrying on as they always would. In answer to Nozomi's questions on his fitness he answered he'd been through a lot of training. That much was obvious, "Sou ka..." she murmured softly. A boy like this probably had hundreds of girls and women after him. He had no reason to be throwing himself at a bunch of adult women already in a bar with all the casual enthusiasm of a virgin on their first day. "Hai hai..." Reina managed as she relaxed where she was. She knew she couldn't have found the energy to get up even if she wanted to and she did want to. Nozomi was being a bit childish but she knew why she was being that way, she'd look to Saori while crossing her arms over her chest, "And that's your fault Ori-chan. You are the reason we're out of order in the first place!" Nozomi mentioned which made Saori glare at her. "Early birds get worms you serial gazer..." she commented absently before acknowledging Kazuhiko. "Done. Thanks for the help, stay out of trouble... also I have her address on her GPS incase she's too out of it to give directions..." Saori offered knowing that man was a heap of trouble waiting to happen. Whatever the case, Nozomi deserved something good and good she'd be getting as she was still being carried as they departed. She had the nerve to look sheepish as he began to question what the deal was... "It's actually pretty embarrassing," Nozomi managed initially. She'd not intended to tell this whole story to any one today to begin with, it'd started only as a point of commiseration and had spiraled out of control. "I didn't even mean to tell them if I'm being honest... it just kind of fell out," she explained almost softly. Still there was something rather comforting about being tucked into this kid's chest. She felt like she could tell him anything and everything so she would.

Lips caught between two fingers, two separate digits caught between those same lips, Yugi was in a prime position to advance deviance. What were the requirements for moving forward? Well, that was mostly up to Miko and where she was mentally at the time. He wondered aloud about checking 'inside' for the prize of their competition. In response, Miko repeated the sentiment, only breaking in the middle for another moan. Consent acquired. He'd keep that for later, but first... the notion that Miko wasn't trying to keep him out of anything. "Could have fooled me. All these layers~" he teased with purpose. Things were heating up rather quickly within that closet. Miko asserted that her 'boxes' were for keeping things in... her. Whether she chose that phrasing purposely or not, there was only one purpose it would be used for. "I figured. So, I had another great idea. It's something you can box," he suggested. Miko had been following along well enough thus far; he figured she'd get the point. Just the same, he figured their current closeness and activity was doing its part in preventing the same freak-outs she'd been experiencing before. The stars were aligning, Yugi thought.

While stars aligned in the memory of Miko's soul, things were also falling into position for Kazu and the bargoers. Saori agreed to share his contact information with any of the others who wanted it, and further mentioned GPS again. Ah, right... he'd already forgotten about that part. That was still going to take some getting used to after a thousand years of maps, magic guides, landmarks and word of mouth. "Merci~" he replied to the purple-haired woman as he and Nozomi went on their way. Out of earshot, another conversation would begin. Nozomi found the topic of their current predicament embarrassing, but it wasn't like he could get involved without knowing the details. "I get it. How about I go slow, and you open up at your own pace? I mean, I'm willing to help with whatever. Just wanna know what I'm getting into so I can give it my all, you know?"

The masked boy's fingers were becoming intimately entwined in Miko's nether. There was so much contact even between layers she could practically feel her pulse down below. Where was she mentally? Not fighting what her body felt like, being lulled along quietly towards what she felt was the best outcome. Still teasing would come from the lad as Miko explained that she wasn't trying to keep him out. Layers were normal... "Obviously, they are working then~" she claimed. If layers seemed to discourage even playfully, then no one who wasn't truly interested would be a bother. Moreover if a few layers changed what you thought of an individual you probably weren't worth what lay beneath them. Still, she was in her own home, and the only thing that had her in so many layers in the first place were visitors. If this had been a normal day, she definitely would have just been padding around the house in just a tank top and tights. Whatever the case another great idea came from the boy who claimed to have something she could box, after figuring out that she was using said boxes to keep things within herself. "Something I can box?" she offered most curiously. "You said great, but you meant perverted. Let's hear it♪~" she concluded. This young man was about to give her another perverted idea. Or maybe she was just feeling strange and thus interpreting his words in an overly perverted way?

Meanwhile, thanks was offered to Saori in a language none present knew she spoke, she'd simply wave him off. Out of earshot of the others, he'd be walking still carrying around the other woman as if she weighed nothing. "French, huh?" she murmured. What a well cultured young man, maybe Saori really was just being a bit of a hard ass all the time? Regardless, Nozomi was the one left to speak with Kazuhiko. She'd mentioned a certain amount of embarrassment, but she'd been met with understanding. He'd move slow, so she could share at her own pace, but he needed to know details so he could offer his best efforts. "Huh? you don't even really know what I want yet!" she seemed astounded. If a young boy could be this understanding how'd she'd get stuck the way she was? "My name is Yamino Nozomi. I'm 30 years old and a lifestyle Youtuber," she explained of herself in general. Yeah, background information was important after all. "And I've been in a committed and assumed happy relationship with a man since my second year of college..." she explained, thinking about it quietly. The more she talked about it, the angrier it made her. She was too drunk to tantrum and too comfortable in someone's arms to want to pace or anything else. "I gave up a lot for that, stopped hanging out with my friends all the time because they were 'bad influences' or 'scary man-haters'. Calmed down to live what I thought was an equal trade a quiet life and all..." she mentioned softly. "Until a few months ago, when he came home claiming he wanted an open relationship. I was fine with that... for the most part. I only agreed to monogamy for him in the first place. But... it wasn't just that..." she explained. "He changed our whole house, so we wouldn't have to waste money on love hotels, we have a spare room now, a 'nest' for hook-ups and such. And he claimed it was fine for both of us... but obviously he already had his 'girlfriend' before bringing up all this. And she's in my house, using my stuff... making noise during my recording times... just being inconvenient," once her voice started going it didn't seem to stop. "And then the nest, which is supposed to be a community space for these hookups, is constantly a mess. He's too tired after hooking up with her to clean it up himself. Just a mess of condoms and stained sheets... he's not even fucking me but I'm cleaning all of this up. I didn't agree to get cucked!" Nozomi complained outwardly. "But... I'm not a complainer or anything. I can get dates... like I said, monogamy wasn't for me to start with... but now, the room is messy when I get home from dates. if I even make it home and I'm not being called for some 'emergency' while I am out so I can't even get to the bringing them home phase. It's like he wants the open relationship but only for him but like what was the point of me giving up everything for a man who is too tired to even fuck me his actual wife? I can't deal anymore but I don't want him thinking he's gotten to me, you know? I want to go out with a bang, on my own terms..." she explained in her moment of vulnerability.