Charles Patricius

Perhaps the teens would be caught, or perhaps they'd remain free to explore deviance without interruption. Miko thought the chances were even, but what Yugi thought about was the future and what he intended to accomplish. He figured it would be quite easy to make the girl collapse, if not to pleasure, then to a combination of pleasure and fluster. Her sudden outburst of another hentai-adjacent line was more evidence to support the theory. The masked boy was quite interested in that utterance. She may not have wanted to be caught, but he didn't want to have her silenced either. It was quite the conundrum... or was it? Either way, Yugi's left hand was rising, reaching out to grab Miko by the wrist. It seemed he'd rather keep her hand at bay and leave her mouth exposed. She didn't want to stop, so she didn't want to be caught. He didn't want to stop either, so he kept thrusting into her, working from the core. Their ultimate desires were aligned, but what would stop them... may have been entirely different. "Who said anything about stopping? If you've already been caught doing something you shouldn't, it's not like stopping is going to make it un-happen~" he argued. Little did either of the teens know, they'd already been caught. A pair of eyes was on them, but it was no one within the house. In fact... they were being viewed by something that didn't even inhabit this world. . .

If Nozomi made a mess of the sitting room, Kazu would be accomplishing his goal. Her entrance was only getting slicker, and the trembling of her body became quite clear as well. He'd continue to push and hold Nozomi by the hips. Her warning was noted, but not treated at all as something to avoid. "It's your place, isn't it? Do whatever you want; it'll be awesome!" he encouraged enthusiastically. Since she'd warned him against keeping it up, he decided the only viable path was... keeping it up. So, Kazu kept those short strokes going, gaining depth until he filled all the available space in her canal. "Making a mess is also kinda hot. I've gotten into some weird stuff lately..." he admitted.

The future of deviance wasn't even something Miko naturally considered. She made no assumptions about things happening more than a single time in her case, so... she simply planned to make the most of the experience while it was happening. She didn't want to be caught before finding fulfilment, but apparently the masked boy had no intention of letting her properly silence herself. No... the hand that once covered her mouth was pinned by the wrist against her own mattress. There general desires were aligned but it seemed that Miko wasn't the only one who liked the sound no... the words she spoke seemed to gain him something, enough that he wanted to hear her talk more. "Hm, I suppose that is a good point... if you're already going to be in trouble for it, might as well commit♪~" Miko gave her understanding in that little chime, but what about his movements. There was something quite good about being pinned like she was... her hips were meeting his thrusts and her body was building up in heat and her face was flushing. "Wuuah♪~ If you keep doing it like that... I'm not going to be able to hold it in..." she murmured. She didn't know what exactly she was trying to hold in, but she could feel it, welling up deep inside her. Her canal was pulsing, tightening, tensing and each movement of their hips combined made her feel as if a bucket was filling up and soon going to overflow. Such a feeling felt like one she shouldn't allow to happen and thus her body kept gaining tension and her moans no longer stifled kept slipping out from between her lips.

That poor sitting room, in a home in Osaka was becoming the home of some very specific kinds of deviance. As Kazuhiko worked himself into Nozomi her slickened canal kept gaining more wetness. It was like his tool was made for exactly this sort of deep penetrating pleasure and Nozomi herself couldn't do anything but be worked over by it. Unlike in the bar, she didn't have any extra positional help, no one to tag out to... no she was stuck her body and canal shaking as each push seemed to make it harder for her to hold on. It was her place, she should do what she wanted and it'd be awesome! What an ideal way to look at life, "Ugah♥~ You're such an enabler~" she commented but there was nothing negative about it. No, she'd decided the path of spite and now she was shaking her own hips against his movements adding to the ability to push herself forward. That dripping from her loins would only increase and the slickness would add to the sensation. Maybe she was being a bit too loud or maybe their bodies were combining to make quite a lot of noise, but it didn't matter. No, she was being worked over at a much faster pace than normal and she could do nothing but enjoy it. "Hmphf♥~" that was the noise which escaped her mouth as she held on to that table her entire body shaking as she reached a climax rather quickly for her own type of build up.

"That's the right attitude," Yugi encouraged further. He personally didn't care what happened here, but the sneakiness aspect was worth having quite a bit of fun with. In terms of consequences, there were none for him. If Miko let herself take enough risks, dealing with the aftermath was a non-issue. It didn't matter regardless at present. With Miko's arm pinned and his body working toward continuous strokes within her, he felt a wafting slickness very different than what he expected. None could have prepared the young lad for what 'wetness' truly meant. It wasn't something watery or sticky. No, it was more like a warm oil that made every movement far easier than he expected it to be. As such, it was by complete accident that Yugi eventually found a stopping point at the end of Miko's canal ─ just after she spoke of not holding it in. Did she mean her voice, or something else? Perhaps both? Well, whichever it was... holding it in wasn't really an option. Or... perhaps it was? "Holding what in?" he asked. Just then, he halted his thrusting right at the end of her. Now was the time he'd start playing the third game. . .

In reality, there was one who had no intention of holding anything back. Nozomi was acting on her vindictive thoughts toward Yasuyuki, and Kazuhiko was content to enable her. It had nothing to do with the revenge, and everything to do with the simple fact that... he'd enable whatever she wanted to do, so long as she was excited and didn't unjustly bring intentional harm to others. "I'm a supporter!" he argued against her claim of enabling. If she wanted to ruin her own house with their session, he wanted to ruin the neighborhood. If she liked the idea, he loved it. Such was the way Kimura Kazuhiko functioned. He wouldn't hold back any effort to continue providing what Nozomi desired, even to a point of her becoming loud enough to... apparently cause Yasuyuki's stirring. "Mmrph~" the man groaned from his position on the couch. His eyes began to flutter, but hadn't opened quite yet. Maybe they wouldn't even open at all? Time would tell.

Apparently, Miko had the right attitude when it came to how she was choosing to think about consequences. The truth of the matter was the worst that would come of any random thing she did was a terribly awkward conversation. Logically, the worries could be limited aside from embarrassment regardless of anything else. Besides that her body was currently heating up in such a way that she was having a very difficult time doing anything but fully comitting to the activity in progress. So, what would be happening? The added slickness of her loins left her feeing the intensity of a cock buried within her loins. it was reaching quite deep already so deep in fact that after she spoke a knock would happen at what was to be known as her natural end. That should have been painful, but what would come out of her mouth was a sound akin to relief. "Aaah♪~" she moaned melodically as they always came out. She felt it then a shock wave that could have pushed her over the edge, a push that had her loins quivering at the brink of bliss... only to stop, after a single other nudge. He was questioning her, why was this the time for such things? "Anything, everything? I don't know..." she said as if it was so simple, she probably would have said and felt something ridiculous if it hadn't stopped right at that moment. She couldn't even quantify it. "Don't stop now, Omen-kun... keep going. Go deeper I want to feel it more♪~" she practically begged. If she had any thoughts of being worried at all they didn't seem to matter now. No... she was chasing something now and it required work, her own hips gently moving to encourage him to pick back up.

At the same time, in life, a certain woman was rediscovering fun in her own house. She'd ruin everything if only to be vindictive, but she was also having fun and didn't wish to stop just to spare the feelings of someone who couldn't even think of anyone else's. As Kazuhiko continued to work her over, noises escaped her and she even reached climax tightening around him. She'd called him an enabler and he'd claimed he was instead a supporter. "Those words mean the same thing~" Nozomi clarified, not that this was a real argument of any sort, it was simply a minor distraction a way for her to help pull herself together after a life altering experience. How as she supposed to be okay after climaxing around something so very firm and girthy? What was it going to feel like for him to finish inside? She'd already tried to swallow it and had overflow of massive proportions to work with. The idea was rather exciting. After her own recovering the movement of her hips became a bit steadier and she'd keep meeting Kazuhiko's thrusts. Panting breaths would keep going as well, her lips reddened by biting and sucking on them as she tried and failed to be even remotely conscious of her surroundings. All the while that noise that escaped Yasuyuki was only further proof of how far that man had fallen. What would he be seeing if he woke? Would he even manage to wake? Time would tell...

What was the brunette holding in? The masked boy asked, but there was no true answer. Maybe she was just a bit thrown? He had stopped allowing her buildup to orgasm in an instant. Ah, but that sort of answer wouldn't fly. Already in the middle of sneaky sex just overhead of both their parents, the need to be devious was rapidly expanding within Yugi. Miko would have to unlock her reward, so to speak. She urged him to keep going, to go even deeper somehow. The ridiculousness of that request aside, Yugi would in fact... pull back to spite her moving hips. It wasn't a quick withdrawal either. No, he moved in a deliberately slow manner in an attempt to keep the sensation going, but never push Miko over the edge. "I'm not stopping. I don't think I get everything you're asking, though. You said you wouldn't be able to hold something in if I kept going, so... isn't this better?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

All the while, reality was still developing around Kazuhiko and Nozomi. Their brief exchange about his enabling nature had her arguing that an enabler and a supporter were the same. Sure, that was true... but Kazu wasn't one to leave things so simple. "Nuances. Nuances everywhere~" he said with a flirty undertone. With Nozomi's climax, he could feel her basically massaging his shaft from within. It was the best kind of feeling to Kazuhiko, yet also the most dangerous. Why? Well, he'd always been one to dive right into his own excitement. As the experience became better, his magical nature took hold. Once again, the effects of gravity were in place. Nozomi wondered about the feeling of him letting loose within her, but she'd first have to adjust to the feeling of him rubbing against every fiber of her canal, simply because their flesh would be physically drawn to each other. Speaking of things being drawn, Yasuyuki was gradually being pulled toward something resembling consciousness. He couldn't fully manage, but those eyes were fluttering open just slightly. Whose voice was he hearing? It wasn't the one he'd most gotten used to lately, but there was some familiarity to it. "Hngh... No...zo..." he grumbled. Even eyes that were slightly open would be incapable of seeing fully. There was darkness shrouding what little vision Yasuyuki had, as well as his consciousness. It would take a moment or two for him to even register the face in front of him. What sort of face would that be? Well, perhaps that depended on how Nozomi reacted to Kazu rubbing against her cervix while leaving none of her canal untouched by friction.

Miko was being teased, she was sure of it. The deviance of the sex act was one thing, the fact that both of their parents were below was yet another layer and now... the masked boy was withdrawing so slowly. Miko could feel every backward movement even as her own hips tried to shift all just for the sake of stimulation but for her to be kept just teetering near the edge. Pure frustration and fluster appeared on her face, which was red all the way back to her ears. That pinned wrist had a balled up fist attached to it and the noise that escaped her lips was a groan of pure exasperation, melodic though it would sound, "Uuuaaagh♪~" she couldn't help it, but she really didn't want to stop. His feigned ignorance was pure deviance on his part. "No, it isn't better. I need you to move more and hit the end of me. I don't want to hold it in♪~" Miko claimed all the while there was a pout forming on her face. She chewed the inside of her left cheek, leaving her face slightly puffed in addition to its reddened visage. It was maddening to be held at the brink, she wanted release. "Tasukette♫~" she pleaded for her own sanity.

Meanwhile, Nozomi was busy experiencing a climax very much unlike others. So much of her did someone like Kazuhiko fill that as she reached the end of her rope she was sure that she'd never clamped down on anything as hard as she was his cock currently. he spoke of nuances in a flirty manner and she couldn't argue with im due to how she currently felt. "Whatever you say," she claimed through panted breaths. It was a great feeling, which had her loins leaking her mouth open and stars dotting her vision. Ah, but she wasn't the only one with compromised vision, Yasuyuki was trying and failing to open his eyes. moaning in his sleep with the pure audacity to be quietly uttering his wife's name. 'Don't start calling for me now... too late~' she thought with the casual vindication of someone who'd actuallly upgraded. No matter, she'd easily keep going just to make him understand. Regardless, she was actually having way more fun this way... she wasn't about to go back on just a whim. Besides, she knew his habits, it was unlikely he'd wake fully regardless so maybe the sounds of her having happy sex with someone else would simply haunt his consciousness. He deserved that after what he'd put her through. So, those hips of hers continued moving and she'd begin to rock herself against Kazuhiko, that table shaking with each movement as she felt way fuller than she ever should.

Deviance was only the beginning. What Yugi felt was something beyond his normal demeanor ─ something he couldn't rightly identify. There was a certain drive to ruin the girl who trusted him so. That groan of hers was a sign of potential ruining, and her attempted movements further fueled it. Much the same could be said of her argument against him. "I'm just doing what you said. Exactly... what you said. Obviously you're trying to hold something in, and me moving like I was would stop that. You left that up to my interpretation~" he teased. Even now, the masked boy would do only what Miko requested; nothing more, nothing less. She wanted him to move more and hit the end of her? She'd get that. Yugi's hips shifted forward with a sluggishness matching his recent retreat. He'd carry on with that until he reached her end, but in no way that could be called a thrust of any sort. "Alright, alright. Here. This has to be what you wanted~"

Kazuhiko and Nozomi were only just getting started. Yasuyuki, in the meantime, was also entering... what had to be a dream. His vision wasn't clearing, but his ears were definitely functional. He could just barely make out a silhouette right in front of him, and with it was a series of erotic moans. Surely there wasn't something happening right there in his face, right? Well, that silhouette was becoming something more than just a blur. He'd soon see a proper face attached ─ albeit one that would be shifting to and fro as Kazuhiko joined Nozomi's enhanced vigor with a bit of his own. Kazu wasn't built to have his glans moving in and out of someone's vaginal walls. By design, he was meant to inhabit the womb... and his movements and magic were both proving that as he knocked on that final door, seeking entry. In doing so, he also took hold of the sash holding her robe together, inadvertently crumpling the robe itself within his fist to use it like a saddle horn. In time, that would become a very useful tool for him.

Miko was learning something in the moment of deviance. It was odd, that the girl made her observations in moments like these, but never did she actually like not getting what she wanted. She submitted herself to many things, including the whims of her own body and mind. At the point where satisfaction was denied by a lad who had been playing such games with her all day, confusion and frustration would lead in the direction of mutual destruction. "Why are you like this?" she questioned first and foremost. Her body was being denied while all her mind and soul wanted was to finish. Being held at the brink did not do nice things for her psyche... and it was in this moment as if the lad didn't know she was prone to terrible reactions. He'd seen her barge into a room and accuse him of theft. He'd seen her gently take steps forward as her curiosity settled, but he'd not seen yet... the extreme. What happened when Miko as a person knew what she was looking for and couldn't get it? What happened when teasing her would cause her to reach a boiling over in a way that didn't allow the flight response? Well, the masked boy was on a fast track to finding out. If he was teasingly able to ask if a lackluster thrust forward was what she was looking for, the frustration evident in her face and the shaky movement of her own body would be another hint that the break was on the horizon. "No... that's not what I want and you know it," she claimed. That teasing was going to do something boxes were already open and another was shaking furiously. He claimed her words were open to interpretation. That she wasn't clear enough in what she wanted... fine. Most direct version of a sentence was incoming. "I want you to fuck me, until I scream, until I can't hold it in anymore!♪" she cracked, making demands and stringing together a sentence her mouth didn't quite remember having the ability to say. Oh well... she was already naked in front of someone in her own bed, having sneaky sex over her parents heads, the least that could be done here, was making sure satisfaction was reached if they were caught.

Meanwhile, Nozomi and Kazuhiko were busy going strange places. His body started moving to, and his grasp of her person shifted a bit. He was using her robe the way one would use a saddle, and her hips were bucking against an erection that seemed to want to go deeper than anything should in her body. Just the same, every nudge against her cervix sent a tingle straight through her body. Her entire nervous system seemed shockd by each hit. Her panting and shaking breaths were shifting with each movement. All the while, the half-waking dream of Yasuyuki was sure to become a nightmare. Each of those thrusts which gently pushed at the opening to Nozomi's womb, ruined her for him a bit more. The sensation, the roughness, it was all fueling her. Besides that... she had an inkling of a thought that the destruction of Yasuyuki's hold on her wasn't a bad thing. She moaned as she was thrust into her body and her body responded. Soften did her cervix with every hit and perhaps that should have been worrying. But it wasn't she was having far too much fun. Her tongue hanging out, her face flushed her hips shaking and meeting every thrust. "Uhgah♥~" each push seemed to bring such an odd sound out of her. How could she do anything but acknowledge that depth. How could she do anything but feel good. Those shaking legs of hers would only continue adding to everything as her hips met Kazuhiko's every thrust. When would it happen, when would she lose herself? Probably around the time that breech finally happened. When that pop occurred and her eyes rolled back as her pupils constricted and the whole of her experienced something new, dangerous and exciting.

Why was Yugi like this? He couldn't have answered even if he wanted to. Something beyond his typical mentality had hold of him now, and it equally had absolute control. Even being so separate... it was still him; he felt as much. Still, the lad's mind was intact. He knew Miko was liable to explode from being both teased and denied; she was too manic for anything else to happen. How extreme would it be? That was the question in his mind. The frustration present in Miko's face and voice as she insisted his answer was not the desired one, was quite interesting to witness. As such, the masked lad stilled himself against her cervix and awaited... something magnificent. Fucked until she screamed, until nothing could be held in anymore, was Miko's ultimate desire in the moment. Hearing that... he could do naught but crack a grin more sinister than his demeanor normally made possible. "... Game on~" he said. With that, Yugi lifted both of the girl's legs and pressed a hand under each thigh during another retreat from her cervix. His weight would bear down against her legs as he pushed further, continuing until Miko's body curled and her rear couldn't even remain pressed against the mattress. There, he squatted, just shy of exiting her canal. His legs would become the driving force of a mighty thrust ─ one of positionally-forced tightness greater depth than before. He didn't stop at one, but as a series of rough plunges began and continued, there were notable crashes against, and perhaps beyond the barrier to Miko's womb.

Ah, but that wasn't the only situation in which a womb breach was happening. With a proper stabilizer in place, Kazu no longer kept himself so limited as to remain within Nozomi's canal. He kept pushing, pushing and pushing, nudging her womb's entrance repeatedly. He didn't stop ─ he couldn't stop until a breach occurred. Nozomi's shaky legs were noted, but considered a non-issue by the lad. Alas, there was one issue... on Yasuyuki's end, albeit. He couldn't stop hearing those strange moans. Eventually, even his eyes were beginning to function despite the fact that he couldn't keep them open for more than two seconds. The man saw... Nozomi, but not really. She looked like a woman possessed. Her eyes weren't visible to him. Her tongue hung from her open mouth, as if there were something spiritual to expel. Surely this wasn't reality. Nozomi never looked, nor sounded like what he was currently processing. There was truth to one thought process, though. There was something for Nozomi to expel: something that could only begin the process of leaving her body with that entry to her womb and an effective 'magical marriage' to overwrite her existing connection. With that out of the way, the only remaining requirement was a certain pattern of behavior/energy from Kazuhiko. Ah, but could he do it?

Miko's fluster and frustration would combine into a single moment well past anything she would have considered normal. Where had that sentence come from? She didn't know... all she did know was that the look on the lad's face was sinister and... sexy? Yes, definitely something to a look like that which made her girlhood tremble around the rod buried inside it. Slowly did that lad retract himself as he changed their position. Miko would be finding her legs pushed back and used as bracing 'Game on' he claimed with such a voice that she shivered deeply and truly. "Squee♪~ That sounds great..." she murmured as he backed away. Ah, but she didn't have time to fully immerse in that sound and to figure out what was giong to happen. No... almost withdrawal and repositioning and then a push forward so roughly that she hiccuped, "Hy-uck♪~" the hiccup was immediate but he kept going. She could feel him at the depths of her being appearing to knock and eventually enter what she thought was her end. "Ugha♫~" What a deep note to have slip from between her lips. She was sure she couldn't see as her eyes were rolled back into her head and then there was the rest, her body rolled up and quaking under the pressure presented by this lad. It was great! This was exactly what she wanted and she couldn't think of anything else... gone were worries about the parents and anyone else, there was just this and it felt great!

In reality a different woman was learning the truth through her body. As she was controlled in motion by what she thought was a 17 year old boy, her womb was being penetrated. Each of her panting breaths simply grew deeper by the moment and an exhale took place which seemed to contain all the built up stress and residual energy of her previous sexual exchanges. The man sleeping on the couch, may as well have been a complete stranger as she felt a freedom she'd not felt in years... or maybe in her entire life. The look on her face was one she was sure her husband would have never seen before, maybe no man ever would again. Ah, but that was fine, as her hips continued moving and shaking a spray of fluids she wasn't sure her body should have escaped her loins and caused her to convulse on the shaft currently filling her up. "Waaah♥~ I don't think I've ever cum that hard... again!~" she seemed excited to keep it up. Well... that would always be the case, why should she be forced to wait? To minimize? No... a different kind of energy was welling up in her now, one which required her to be met or for the person in question to stand aside. As such those shaky legs of hers would be braced and her hips would begin to keep forcing themselves back. Damned be what was possible and impossible. She'd keep moving keep aiming for sensation even with a face covered in saliva and tears and a body fully fllushed with exertion.