Charles Patricius

Did Yugi know a lot about the one called Genokiller? Well, he should have. If he were ignorant on the matter, something would be very, very wrong. If anyone should be the premier expert on Genokiller lore, there should be none before Aiba Yugi. "I know a bit yeah. No more than what everybody else should know, but... plans go astray sometimes," he rambled. Shortly afterwards, Yugi was catching the girl by her buttocks ─ to which she claimed it was a nice save. He was focused fully on those wiggling cheeks, rubbing and squeezing away as he held her in place. "If cheeks are falling, I'm grabbing," he said about the save.

Ah, but the topic of Genokiller wasn't done just yet. Miko took a minute to catch on to Yugi's secret identity. He couldn't throw any blame her way, given the situation and all... but it was almost funny how she came back around to the point. "That's... technically me, yeah. Like I said, it wasn't the original plan. People just started talking about 'the' Genokiller one day, and it spread like wildfire. I figured I'd just own it eventually," he claimed. Miko went on to call 'Genokiller' her favorite gamer, agreeing to his earlier suggestion of blowjobs and lap dances. As exciting as that was, he would still make another note. "Both? That's cool. Do your best, since you joined the rest of the world in missing the point~" he teased openly.

According to Yugi, he only knew as much everyone else was supposed to know. That hit Miko's ears weird and would definitely be contributing to her later thoughts, "Sounds weird," she mentioned decidedly. Beyond that the nice save took place and she congratulated him for it. A claim was made soon after that he would grab falling asses. "Uh-huh, note to self, always fall butt first!♪~" Miko chimed deciding that it was safe to fall in a way that would most likely end up in her being caught. It also helped that she quite enjoyed the way it felt when he groped her, it was something she wouldn't really tire of even if she had no real explanations to offer questions about it. In fact she'd even started wiggling in his hands her body shifting a bit to end with her legs wrapped around his waist and offer much easier access to her cheeks for molestation.

Meanwhile, Miko would come to understand that Aiba Yugi was the lad who'd become known as the Genokiller. Apparently, it was originally meant to be a title for anyone who came through and demolished a game on their own terms. "I understand how stuff gets out of hand. Fan sites and forums go like wildfire and the voices on the internet are always so loud and kind of dumb most times. Someone set up a website in that name. There's theories, conspiracies and even all kinds of stuff up about it. Most think the Genokiller is just here to slay a generation of bad gamers, and shows up to carry when they feel like it. There's whole discussion threads devoted to the brushes with the Genokiller..." Miko mentioned. "I didn't think that, it didn't sound right to me. I just figured there was someone really awesome at all kinds of games who enjoyed taking situations into their own hands... that seemed to be the case, though I guess some things got lost in translation between the website and all subsequent sightings." she concluded, stuff often went wrong, and oddly enough she could find herself rambling quite a bit about the subject. "So... instead of having it assigned to you, you wanted a meta-slaying group of vigilantes to use it when the task was completed?" she asked for her own clarification. "I could get behind that and spread it around, I'm good at that!♪~" Miko's words carried a bit of extra weight. Items would be collected and sent to the Inventory for later, for now, she was content.

"Good idea. You could also fall face-first, but make sure your mouth is open if you do," Yugi suggested, knowing precisely what he'd do if Miko fell in such a way. If he had the time, he would have gone dick-first when trying to catch her mere moments ago. Another opportunity would definitely result in that response. For now though, Yugi was satisfied enough to grope the girl who was actively wrapping her legs around his waist. The position they were getting into was one of utmost interest ─ one they'd yet to apply sexual activity to. Perhaps something would be ticked off the very long list already.

Both he and Miko had some issues with the public taking an idea, running with it and letting it get far too out of control. Museion never sounded like it was meant to be a musician's name either, if Yugi thought about it. "I bet you do understand. I was going for a 'we are Genokiller' thing, probably the same way there should have been a 'we are Museion' thing. Were you planning something like a custom theater for your real followers? Like the Mouseion of Alexandria?" he wondered. Regarding the Genokiller identity, he decided to give the specifics only while grinding against Miko's undercarriage. It should have always been clear where Yugi wanted things to go from here, though the conversation would carry on regardless. "Long story short? Meta is game genocide. The Genokiller concept is to kill game genocide. Before that, it was the PKK thing." With that casual mention of another phase out of the way, Yugi wondered if having Miko spread the truth around was a good idea. Did he really want to change the people's perception of Genokiller now? The more he thought about it, the less he wanted that outcome. "No need. It's kind of become an extra little game, staying unidentified while topping arcade stores and such."

Apparently, Miko could also fall face first with her mouth open... "Sounds like instant snacks♪~" the girl chirped happily. She'd definitely do that once or a billion times in the future. Pretense was becoming one of her favorite methods to use to engage in sexual activity and as such she'd definitely be seeing how many different ways she could start and do sex with Yugi as her partner. Even now, her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was still groping her ass moving his hands and grinding against her. As they spoke, she'd continue the conversation and add her own movements to that grinding of his. What was more he asked a question which let her know in a single moment he was well beyond the normal fan of anyone. "I like you more and more every time you talk♪~" Miko said showing a bit of surprise at his thought process.

"Yes, it was supposed to be something like that. I don't consider myself particularly important to people's enjoyment of music. I just bring a bit of harmony to that cacophony of sounds. But I consider myself as a holder for all of that, the voices are more important and the interpretation is for everyone else... I'm just here to put it out there. You're supposed to find your voice in Museion because it doesn't have one of its own... I don't have one, the words come from somewhere else, and so does the meaning. All I have is the feeling," she gave that explanation which she thought summarized it well enough. Anyone who knew of her favored partner for musical creation would understand why she wouldn't think herself particularly important for the way music was received. Well, Yugi had a similar problem, the Meta of video games was the killer and he killed that. Which had another reference to the PKK which she was also aware of, "Alright, so definitely vigilante justice, but... I respect it. Dark Heroes have their own appeal," Miko declared. As for spreading or not the word of the Genokiller Miko listened to his point. A claim was made that he made a game of running up leaderboards and staying hidden. "Sou ka, well... I'll still be checking stupid people on the message boards, but, your secret is safe with me♪~" Miko chirped. Would she be stopping her previously unreasonable belief in the Genokiller/ No, would she continue on with even more information to justify herself? Yes. Would she also be having sex with him and calling that a win against the rest of the world? Absolutely.

"If that's how you want to think about it, sure. I'll be... the keeper of the snackstick, or whatever the fuck," Yugi pondered aloud. Miko's relationship with food was beyond strange, as she'd established numerous times today already. Judging by how she treated snacks as reference instead of actual sustenance however, he'd leave her to munch all she liked. He'd also be giving her a more intensive grind session the more time passed. His hips moved, hers moved to join, and his movements became more focused. The cycle would continue as if he was trying to use Miko's body to lower his pants ─ which may have been a partial attempt.

Between Genokillers and Museions, a relationship was growing bit by bit. Of course, it was also becoming more deviant... but that, too, could be called growth in a way. As they reached further understanding of each other, it became more clear that the pair could openly chat about anything and everything under the sun, even while delving right back into sexual exploration of each other. Eventually though, things would take a turn in the more favorable direction. Many words were exchanged between the two, but eventually, it was just... "So I don't know what the plan is, but I'm in the business of throwing something thicker than those vines your way. Lemme in~" he said. And so, another dive would be taken for another unknown amount of time. . .

Yugi in this light moment, called himself the Keeper of the Snackstick, and Miko pondered that phrase for just a moment. "I like it. Keeping it! Going in the box♪~" Miko chirped happily as she continued on their combined grinding. It would seem by no stretch of the imagination that it was her full intention to help him wiggle those pants down further. They could talk about anything... they could talk about anything, sharing snacks and bodies alike. Yugi didn't know what the plan was, but neither did Miko. With all the words they shared and their growing bond, she could easily fall into any pretense and use any and every excuse to try any random thing that came to mind between them. One thing she was always willing to take into herself, was something 'thicker than a vine', as he put it. "Of course, Daddy♪~" Miko chirped as she gave him the entry he sought.

Still, sometime in deviance later and the pair would be emerging from the woods. This time, Miko looked a bit more disheveled than she had been previously. She was even trying and failing to make her shirt go back on right, mostly because it was inside out and backwards. "Are we actually making any progress on that quest? I mean we have levels and we've killed a few monsters. We've also been keeping up with our, resonance... and I feel like we're getting pretty close to that river I've been hearing~" she said snickering. At least her shoes were still steady and she felt alright, even if her face was still a bit flushed. All those materials they'd been gathering, made her realize that the System was probably planning to make them create a shelter of some sort as part of their 'tutorial quest'.

Progressing through the forest, Miko wasn't the only one looking a bit disheveled. Yugi's breeches were loose and being held up by one hand as he tried to fix them. He walked with legs farther apart than they'd normally need to be, having more difficulty than before getting his cock back into his pants. Just the same, the collar of his shirt was... perhaps far looser than it should have been. "Quest? Oh, right... we're on a quest," he said shortly after Miko spoke. "Does the quest have something to do with that lapdance? I mean... I'm not too worried about it right now; not after whatever the fuck kind of throat martial arts you learned."

Soon, Yugi was supporting his weight by placing his free hand against a tree trunk. Doing so was somewhat necessary, if only to finish fixing his trousers. In the meantime, he looked out into the forestry to look for visible signs of a river. Miko had been hearing it for quite some time now ─ surely several hours. After their most recent session and a couple more levels, Yugi had quite the joke waiting for that one. "I'm starting to think there's never even been a river. Joke's on us... the river's been between your legs the whole damn time. Be careful, or alien gazelles will walk up looking for a safe drink~" he quipped.

Miko's clothing situation wasn't the only one out of sorts, she peeked at a Yugi seeming to hold up his pants with one hand, walking wide legged and struggling with his own girth. She even noted that extended neck on his t-shirt and felt... oddly satisfied. She could remember everything she'd done to make those changes happen and she gained a certain appreciation for the disorder of his look. Maybe this was how one got over their OCD? "No, it has nothing to do with the throat martial arts or a lapdance. You're one to talk after you had me dangling upside down for so long," she mentioned rhetorically. "We're supposed to be finding a good spot, and given that random list of materials making camp~" she chirped. "Though, I feel like the lapdance specifically could be a good way to ring in our new spot... especially if we get a chair♪~" she said teasingly.

When he stopped to properly work himself into his pants, Miko would take the time to remove her shirt and turn it the right way around again after figuring out why it wasn't fitting right. "There is definitely a river, the forest floor wouldn't have been so mossy without one being near-ish," Miko mentioned. Yes, her ears were extra sensitive and it took some time to adjust but she was certain there was actually running water not too far off from where they were currently. "Also I'm more like a well... no water moving until you drop something in there♪~" she mentioned. As for the last bit alien gazelles were not on her list currently, "I really hope no alien gazelles attack today. I've had enough weird bestiality for one day," she commented having already been assaulted by slimes and mosslings she would enjoy making it through this last bit without something trying to hump her.

Miko spoke, and Yugi argued. That seemed to be one of the lesser habits they had between them. In this case, he simply couldn't resist. "No. It has everything to do with throat martial arts and lapdances. Don't you dare try to take those out of the equation; I'm forcing them in! Try to undo my awesome decision and I'll dangle and whip you!" he insisted. If their quest didn't involve those things, the quest was wrong. Ah, but as was the case with all of their discussions thus far... there was something to agree about. Establishing a base somewhere in the area could have the perfect quest completion celebration. All they'd need to do was ensure a chair... and maybe a pole, makeshift or otherwise. "That's the best thing I've heard in the last... ten minutes? That one thing you said was more awesome, but ideas don't get much better than that there. I'm gonna figure out how to put my dick in your brain," he declared.

Miko insisted that a river was near. He did completely believe her, but he also wasn't having any of her shit about 'not being a river' of any sort. A well? No; he could not view her as such a thing. "No way. Wells have a finite supply. You've got a portal to the baby oil dimension in there or something. I'll still drink from it though, so I guess it's close enough to a well. Half credit," he mused with little purpose. At the same time, Yugi was watching Miko fix her backwards shirt situation... and huffing about it. "I knew I should have ripped it. Who told you to realize it was fucked up?" That question passed his lips without hesitation before Miko spoke of her 'weird bestiality' of the day. "I don't know if I'd count most of that stuff. Slimes seem closer to being massive cells than anything else, and the other one's a fucking plant. You have been fucking the shit out of that one dog a lot though. Definitely a furry~"

Miko was busy having a casual conversation and a light disagreement. Well, it wasn't actually a disagreement, instead the pair were simply having a discussion which didn't seem to align but it was all in good fun. Or at least, Miko would be taking it that way, even as the lad claimed he'd dangle her and whip her she didn't seem to be too upset about it. "Oh♪~ Is that a threat? It didn't sound like one♪~" she said with sheer sarcasm and a flirty tone applied. To be honest, nothing about being dangled and whipped in a sexual situation, sounded bad to her. Beyond this point, apparently her idea about the christening of their new home would come with the idea of him putting his dick in her brain. She chuckled and shook her head, "Completely unnecessary. It's already there, obsessions don't disappear for me, they just... pop up♪~" she explained of her own mentality and the full knowledge that only the need to do something else even shifted her focus a little bit. Which in turn was likely how they became the types who kept having sex in the middle of trying to complete their tasks.

Still there was the matter of the well between Miko's legs, which Yugi claimed wasn't such because of the lack of finite supply of what was within. Apparently, she'd be given half credit because Yugi himself claimed he'd still drink from her. "I'll give you a drink..." she said sounding just a little huffy but that was just in her nature. The idea of getting half-credit was after all, jarring to a student of her caliber. As for his huffiness around her fixing her clothes she looked mildly shocked, "Of course I noticed it felt weird. You can't go around ripping clothes... well, I mean I have more but conservation!" she declared. She wasn't trying to have to buy more clothes, even if they were relatively cheap. Beyond that Miko spoke of her own impending beastiality, and was classified a furry for her interactions with a particular dog but not any of the other things she'd done. "I mean, I guess that's fine but no less weird. And it's not my fault, if I'm a furry. I do keep fucking a dog, it keeps jumping on me♪~" she said going along with the joke. Besides one had to mount a dog to keep it from thinking it was always on top, such were the rules of animals. Whenever they began moving again, they'd make their way to the open flat ground and a short hill. And in the distance as they cleared the trees that river would be visible, just near the horizon.