<Nocturnal Harmonia>

It was made clear that Miko was into the 'cleanup' part, but her desire to consume from a plate she'd eventually clean was more overwhelming. Ren had to keep a mental note of that. He gave no response, his tongue busying itself at the rim of Miko's earhole... until that rough squeeze to the tip of his cock. "Uah~" he moaned right into the girl's ear. If that had been an unfiltered squeeze, he may have spurted right into her hand. In fact... there was a damp sot forming on his breeches right then. As an almost natural reaction, Ren's three fingers forced their way deeper into her entrance, squeezing their way in roughly amid textured walls of flesh. All the while, his tongue was making its way from Miko's ear down her neck just under her hairline.

Makima wasn't going to take Yugi's offer at all. According to the woman herself, he knew better. Yugi scoffed. "Do I? You could have done it as a matter of absolution. 'Your place is beneath me, and I'll make sure you understand that even now,' or some shit like that. It would have worked in your favor if you took that approach," Yugi explained. If he had to hazard a guess, Yugi would say there was a third job that would leave him quite well-off. He could easily be a consultant, even to someone like Makima. No matter. Moving on, Yugi made an offer of whatever item Makima desired to prove his point. What she chose was something so incredibly specific, it would be a sign of insanity to just carry it around. "Huh. And here I expected a fancy dress or something," he said. One might note Yugi's eyes shifting to his right just slightly. He was perusing a very long list in the System Shop, purchasing a few random little things along the way. He even decided to reveal one item: a spiked collar attached to a leash. "Sure you don't want this? I'm into it. Just... so you know. Thought for later?" he rambled, tossing the leash aside and letting it disappear. The next item he flashed was an immaculate pair of black-and-red heels that would fit the woman perfectly. "Or these? The ones you've got on are probably a few hours too old for your liking huh? You can feel it, can't you? That little bit of wear on the heel, fucking with the way you step? Probably from walking here today. These won't wear down so easily... or maybe at all. Not sure yet," he rambled. After a minute or so of pointless chatter and showcasing, he managed to locate the item Makima demanded. A few gold later, and a vintage-looking music box appeared in his right hand, opposite that pair of heels held in his left. She wanted more of an explanation though, didn't she? Well, he'd give it along with a bit more spunk. "Tribute to the Queen. Goddess offering? Gift for Mommy? Whichever one hits better♥~" he said first. "Anyway... it's almost as simple as what I just said. Almost. I have the ability to become stronger by leveling up. Fighting, completing certain tasks, fucking someone's brains out as long as both parties get off from it... it all equals power. With certain connected people, I can make them stronger as well. Ceiling? There isn't one in sight. From my perspective, I was a normal human just over a day ago. I've grown to something around a C-rank Hunter since, minus the hard Class restrictions."

Miko didn't receive an immediate verbal response to her chiding. That was fine, she was still feeling the strokes of his tongue in her ear, which was a most unexpectedly pleasant experience. As his tongue darted near her earhole, she'd squeezed his manhood through his pants only to add a bit more to the experience for herself. In this moment, a moan escaped Ren's lips and she in turn squeaked. "Chiii♪~ You keep making noises like that a squeeze won't be the worst you get from me♪~" Miko threatened this young man as that sound floated through her head. She also felt that little dampness at the tip of his cock through his pants. What a mouthwatering experience. Quite literally, as a little drool leaked from the counter of her mouth, but also those three fingers roughly moving around in her core would find themselves drenched and squeezed by her canal as she enjoyed the pure sensations happening. Her head would be leaning to the side, granting him more access to her person, just the same the rubbing and squeezing of his cock would become something she did simply because she wanted to hear more reactive noises from the lad while they explored foreplay in a manner very different from her established norms.

Makima was receiving from this lad, advice after she claimed he knew better. She could have claimed the chair as a matter of course. She supposed in a different setting or for a different reason she may have done that, but she was still, trying to figure out this boy's angle. "Oh, not just clever about odd things. Not just reading people..." that was Makima's take away, whether she used what he told her or not, she now understood him a bit better. "I already have a pet who brings me nice things..." Makima said. She didn't want things she could get for herself, or make one of the others get, she wanted the limits of human understanding. He then went on a rambling fit, showing Makima a spiked collar and leash, he was into it... good to know, not that anyone had to be for her to put one on them. Still the boy's observational skills weren't to be discounted, as he described exactly an issue, Makima had been ignoring for the last hour or so. "You know... if someone is ignoring an annoyance, you don't bring it up..." she mentioned. Though those shoes did look nice and they were the right size. Why would she say no. And then he produced it her music box. "Sou ka..." she said after a moment of thought. "Get out of the chair. Put that collar on. Hand me the leash, and switch my shoes..." she gave short list of direct orders as she took steps forward to take a seat in that throne. At the same time a System Notification would be popping up. There were too many key words, too many triggers, and Makima now fully knew what she wanted. A new set of pets.

[System Notification]
New Bond Route Available
Target: Shido Makima
Position: Chairwoman, Hunters Association (Global Rank 1 Equivalent)
Affinity Level: [Hidden – Currently Low but Rising]
The System has detected a rare convergence of fates.
Shido Makima has taken personal interest in Player Yugi.
This is not coincidence. This is opportunity.
Bond Route: “Crimson Leash”
Objective: Deepen connection with Shido Makima.
Current Progress: 0%
Warning:
This route carries extreme risk.
Failure to maintain favor may result in:

Revocation of Association privileges
Targeted blacklisting
Direct intervention by the target

Reward Teaser:

Exclusive Title: [Red Collar Consort]
Access to restricted Association vaults
Personal favor from Shido Makima (value: incalculable)

Accept Invitation?
[ACCEPT] / [DENY]
Refusal may permanently lock this route.
The System advises compliance.

That squeeze was a very high caliber of pleasure for Amamiya Ren. Moaning into Miko's ear only resulted in more positive feedback. She seemed to take the noise itself as a thing to enjoy. If that meant a squeeze wasn't the worst he'd get from her, he had every reason to be excited... as Miko herself would discover from him further swelling against her hand. "What's the worst?" he asked, painfully curious what she had in mind. Whatever it was, Ren would pass the time by letting his tongue continue its downward trip toward her shoulder. As he was also seeking deeper access to her canal with his hand, the end result was a bit of a forceful shift ─ one that would have them both leaning toward a horizontal position atop the futon. As for Ren's tongue, it seemed almost like he was trying to weasel his way toward the underside of her arm after reaching her triceps.

Meanwhile, Yugi's advice had Makima learning things about the lad and committing them to memory. He didn't mind that; there was a certain kind of relationship they'd have in an ideal scenario. At the same time, he was getting more confirmation about her. She didn't bother asking for a dress or anything of the sort because she already had someone to bring her nice things. Yet again, Yugi scoffed. "Uh-huh. And you would limit yourself to just one? As if," he replied. "Besides, you're probably not going to find this quality made by a human," he added thereafter. While Yugi rambled and searched for the music box, Makima took issue with him bringing up her shoe-based discomfort. Apparently, she didn't want that brought up, and thought to chastise him for doing so. "If someone's trying to ignore an annoyance. It's in the way you walk. And I'm the guy offering a solution... kind of," he mentioned, not yet providing the most important information. Whatever the case, Makima had some demands. She wanted him out of the throne, wearing the collar and changing her shoes. How very interesting that was, as Yugi intended to do those things anyway. More importantly... the System gave him just the notification he'd been waiting for, with a fresh display to boot. Finally! The twisted smile on Yugi's face couldn't have been wider. In fact, anyone looking his way would see that Cheshire grin as he lowered the music box and reached up to strip away that lightly-enchanted hood. "I accept!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

[System Update]
Bond Route Accepted
Shido Makima – Intimacy +6% (Current: 6%)

Hidden Condition Unlocked:
Maintain eye contact during the meeting for at least 10 seconds without flinching.
Reward: Intimacy +10%
Failure: Intimacy -15% + “Disappointment” debuff (details pending)
The chairwoman does not tolerate weakness.
Do not disappoint her.

Sweet, sweet success! The System was even offering bonuses for meeting certain conditions, either in general or for this atypical route. That didn't matter. It was Yugi's prerogative to slide out of the throne and... bring even more flair. He knelt next to the throne, equipping the collar to his neck. One hand held that leash on offer while the other kept Makima's new shoes ready. "Your first chair♥ And the rest of the explanation... in a moment~"

Miko would do worse things to the lad, to hear the nice noises that escaped his lips. What would the worst be? The lad seemed so legitimately curious, his nature was one which Miko appreciated even in a moment like this. She grinned lightly seeming to think about it. "Mmm♪~ Considering how much I want to put it in my mouth, I'd probably bite it♪~" Miko murmured. Yeah that seemed like the worst thing she'd do. Stepping on it, squeezing it, waiting until it as vulnerable and wet by saliva just to apply the pointy pressure of her teeth to it? Yeah, that sounded like a little bit of torture, since he liked it too. Beyond that point she'd soon be finding herself going towards the futon in the horizontal position. She'd easily shift, even as his tongue traveled down her body. The warmth of that muscle was something to appreciate, and she'd even find herself shifting a bit, opening her legs more allowing him even more access to her person. At the same time the shift itself would allow her a bit more freedom to access his pants to undo buttons and zippers to reach for a cock hidden in layers. She had a prize she sought, and she'd leave herself completely open to get it.

Meanwhile, Makima was learning the habits of a new pet and figuring out exactly where he'd wandered in from. A few clues a few oddities and the lad's identity while not known by name was known through relativity. "I don't limit myself to anything... not unless I want to," Makima said as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. He went on to mention the inhuman quality of his gear, which made her realize that if this wasn't just coming out of a dungeon then he had access to something quite amazing. Still, she'd reserve judgement. Still he kept up his words, even putting himself forward as one who offered solutions to her problems. That was quite a familiar kind of speech but in a very different package. She'd see it through then. He even stripped away his hood after a moment or two of direction and offered his acceptance. "Oh, it's that one that sounds like the surrender," Makima observed as if bored. And then came the pomp, the offer of a collar already equipped to his person, a leash extended a knee taken, the smallest waver of an upturn of lips occurred as Makima took several steps forward. She'd find herself sitting on a rather comfortable throne, taking a leash from the lad's hands and sitting with poise but a certain amount of relaxation. The kind that only came with domination. "Yes, I will hear the rest of that explanation," she mused and she waited for him to begin. Her eyes were cast down the length of that leash, wondering how much this one would willingly debase himself without being told to do so.

According to Miko, she had a noteworthy desire to put his cock in her mouth. Her alleged 'worse thing' would be the act of biting it, at least by all probability. That would be very on-brand with the way they were previously discussing CBT. Moreover, it was definitely something Ren would take interest in. Miko was sure to feel that as they leaned as a pair. He eventually had easier access to the girl's nether region ─ enough to continue pushing those fingers inward until his palm fully rested against Miko's skin. Alas, his path beneath her arm was sealed, albeit for good reason. She'd decided it was time to work loose Ren's pants. Excitable as he was when thinking about what they could do together, Ren could only lift his hips and allow an easier attempt. After all, it seemed he didn't need to produce any additional space below her beltline. He did however, bring his left hand back a bit to start working up her shirt.

Makima didn't limit herself... unless she wanted to. In terms of things that told a story, such a line from the woman told a long tale and a short tale all at once. Whatever the case, Yugi finally had a route for Makima ─ a route he accepted with gusto. That verbal acceptance was acknowledged by Makima herself, but Yugi had a bit of specification to offer in response. "Oh, that was something else. But I'm not turning you down either~" he said while taking a knee. Once Makima was seated and holding that leash, she awaited the remaining explanation... and he slid in front of her. "Easier to show first," he said while placing those new shoes down. Yugi would then reach out for Makima's left foot first, intending to gently slip that shoe off, heel to toe. The necessity of maintaining eye contact for 10 seconds was noted, but before that... he may as well inspect the guaranteed pedicure this woman had, right? He'd be having a look there first and foremost, planning to look up only after both shoes were removed. "There are some restrictions. Sitting comfy? I should tell you that throne, and everything else you've seen here, are counted as Junk Items."

Miko might have had a strange version of CBT in her brain, but that didn't mean that she was wrong to take it that way. In fact, what she felt beneath the hand that was still grabbing and squeezing at his manhood said he quite enjoyed the idea. "You're a filthy degen too, huh♪?~" Miko questioned playfully. The idea of her biting his cock, a tongue stuck in her ear, and even the idea of being involved in an NTR plot had this man going in ways she could see and feel. Miko had another excitable pervert on her hands, without the outright calculating nature of Yugi, but it was still there somewhere. Stil, she could have fun with this, as he helped her to get him out of his pants she relaxed as her shirt was pushed up, it'd eventually revealing the matching pink lace bra that went with the little thong she had on. Whenever she managed to free his manhood, she'd hold her hands up so he could finish getting her shirt out of the way and they could go back to immersing in the moment. Beyond that she felt the contact of his palm against her bare flesh and her insides tightened up around his fingers. She could feel the start of her first orgasm and it played across her blushing face and her tensing core muscles.

At the same time, Makima was having her understanding clarified. He'd not been talking to her about acceptance, but he wasn't turning down the idea of following her orders either. That was... reasonable, she supposed. "I see..." she said seeming not to think too much after taking her seat. This had to be the most comfortable thing she'd ever sat in, she was certain of that after settling into it. And she watched this boy take off her shoes with care and look at her toes. They were of course treated to a pedicure with little french tips instead of any true color but such was how she liked them most times. "These are Junk items, so what counts as good ones? And what are the other Restrictions?" she asked immediately. Of course, she'd also answer his initial query. "I was thinking this might be the most comfortable chair I've sat in, which is a crazy thought considering the one I have in my office was custom built for me," she mused casually.

If Amamiya Ren was one thing, 'filthy degen' would probably sum him up more nicely than anything else. Surely Miko knew that in full already, having knowledge of his kink list and whatnot. Still, a bit of confirmation never hurt. "That's fine, isn't it? You checked a lot of the same boxes~" he said happily. Another thing Ren did happily, was lift Miko's shirt. The moment skin started exposing itself, he dove right in. He'd be licking his way up her side, pulling that shirt higher and higher all the while. By the time Miko's arms lifted, he had an excitement that wasn't about that bra or anything attached to it at all. No... Ren had an opportunity. He didn't even bother pulling her shirt any farther than her head. No, he paused to... keep licking up her side, over the bra strap, and right into Miko's exposed armpit.

While Yugi was removing the chairwoman's shoes, she expressed a modicum of shock for precisely the reason he expected. He also thought it was ridiculous that 'junk' items were better quality than anything the normal, pre-Gates world could produce. She posed two questions; one would take priority. "Junk. Cheap as dirt. Good ones... I can't really say. But you've got a custom-made chair that isn't as good as that throne? I could make a better... well, most anything really. This, for example," he said, leaning back just to produce his sword again. He rationalized that it should only take a momentary glance for someone like Makima to catch his meaning. "That one, I made out of junk and parts... and maybe a Skill or two." With that said, Yugi sent the blade back to Inventory. "Ownership restrictions. So while I'm down here, considering how the chair feels, where do we stand on barefooting these heels?"

Miko had indeed checked a lot of the same boxes as Ren. She knew factually after looking through the list that the things she'd put down were indeed things that interested her, or that she might try under the right circumstances. "More than fine, I'm spiraling I could use as many people headed down the drain as me as possible♪~" Miko chirped happily. If he was willing to undertake the same amount of degenerate fall as she was, she was more than willing to fall with him. Ah, but she was going to find out exactly what he meant by that, as a tongue traveled up the side of her exposed belly. It was a nice feeling a little chirp escaped her lips, only for it to turn into something else as that shirt didn't even make it over her head before an excited Ren was licking Miko's armpit. Her eyes widened, her face reddened and her brain shut down for a moment after a noise escaped her, "EEEEeeee♫~" it would be a few seconds more as she registered the warmth and texture of tongue before she decided something else. It would also be in that moment of overloaded sensation that her body would tighten up naturally on the fingers buried in her person as she finished with a spray of fluids directly into that hand. In the recesses of her mind there would be forming a box. One which could contain a list of acts which she would gladly allow someone to perform if it interested them, but not one she would seek of her own accord. This act was one such act, "Box it♪!~" that was the chirp of a thing saved to memory.

At the same time, Makima was learning of a quality difference between the objects of the world, those made from Dungeon materials and those the 'Players' have access to. The boy claimed he could make better things than Makima had and that was a strange thing to say, so he produced a weapon which was obviously custom and an obvious mana conductor. The sort of thing that could easily sell for millions on the market. "Junk, scraps and a skill or two..." Makima gave that some thought. "Is that to imply that you can collect Skills as physical items? They aren't just things you learn?" she questioned that part specifically. It had quite a few applications and said quite a bit about the one spell she'd seen the girl use earlier. "As for barefotting the shoes, I suppose I'll allow it," she claimed those ringed eyes of hers never truly moving away from the boy in front of her. "I suppose you mean only you can use your sword? Is that a restriction applied by creation or is it applied when it is given?" Makima wondered. There were several small details to consider in moments like this.

Ren could totally understand the desire to be joined by someone else down the long descent of degeneracy. If that wasn't already clear, it probably would be so when his tongue finished its trip up Miko's side. He reached her armpit, and the most interesting squeal passed her lips. She didn't squirm, but Ren did feel like his hand was put to a warm faucet in addition to the crushing of his fingers. He could assume she liked the sensation then. Box it, Miko said once more. That had yet to be spoken for a negative purpose from Ren's perspective, and she wasn't pushing him away... so what would stop him from licking that armpit as though performing cunnilingus? Apparently not Miko, so he kept at it. "First time?" Ren wondered.

Yugi gave away more information, creating more curiosity and thus, more questions. He could be called a farmer for engagement at this point... but that farming kept Makima's attention. If he had her attention, he could get more of her interest. "It's both. Skills can be developed, earned... or taken in some cases. From monsters, possibly from humans, yada yada," he answered with ease. As Makima gave the go-ahead for having those shoes equipped to her bare feet, Yugi's attention could settle. He looked up her legs where stockings attached to a garter belt. There, he reached out, a hand against either side of Makima's left thigh as his eyes rose to meet hers. So began the locking. "If someone tried to grab my sword, it would disappear back to my inventory. I couldn't even give it away if I tried... unless I were giving it to someone with a specific type of connection to me," he explained, staring into the woman's face. Yugi soon had one hand on top of her thigh, and one underneath to release her garter belt. Then, finally, he could curl his fingers between stocking and flesh, enjoying the flush skin of Makima's thigh as he dragged down, down, down. "I've got a theory though. Because shit like this is considered Junk... I'm thinking I should be able to give it to whoever I want. It'd be just like throwing it away, right?" he asked rhetorically. Yugi would take his sweet time pulling that first stocking down. His hand shifted once when he reached Makima's knee, then again when transitioning from ankle to heel. Moving on from there, a careful roll took the article from one extreme of her foot to the other... and then, freedom. If there was nothing else from Makima, he'd be taking up one of the new shoes, cradling her heel with one hand while using the other to slip that shoe over her toes. "Moment of truth?" he'd utter just before tucking in her heel and letting go.

Miko liked the idea of not being alone when it came to wandering around and being a degenerate. Her own female friends seemed to be their own brands of such and she was just getting to know that overtime. Meanwhile, it was always a bit of a shock to be lead down a path one didn't know was traveled. Had she read his list? Yes. Did she see the word armpits? Yes. Did she imagine anyone's tongue making physical contact with her underarms being an enjoyable experience? No... as such the sensation alone was shocking and a part of an overload that lead to an orgasm. He didn't pull up her shirt anymore, but she did, if only to free her arms so she could lower the unoccupied one enough to reach for his cock. She had to know more information while allowing the sensation of her own orgasm to wear off. "Hai♪~ Definitely a new experience... definitely wasn't on my bingo card. It's strange, but the sensation isn't bad at all... and it may not be the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me, but I definitely don't hate it♪~" Miko explained as she began pulling on his cock while stroking it adding a twisting motion to her wrist while her body melted. Those warm licks to her armpit were like cleaning but with something warm being controlled by someone else. She may not be one to ask for this sort of thing, but could easily see herself preparing for it, by purchases shirts and the like which exposed the area for ease of access.

At the same time Makima was allowing a lad to put shoes on her while removing her thigh highs and speaking about the nature and oddity of his and his partner's abilities. "I assume getting skills from monsters and humans would involve death. Have you killed someone?" Makima asked, she had to gauge the lad's reactions, if only to see what was going on in his head and further understand and frame her plans around him. "Can I assume that applies to spells as well? Is that why I saw a single healing spell with three different applications, used by what I assumed was an unawakened?" Makima was pontificating her question mostly rhetorical. What was more, apparently one couldn't just take this lad's weapons, she had to assume the same applied to the girl. If she knew that perhaps it's why she didn't bother trying to use a catalyst. Perhaps she was giving only information she could prove and leading the big 'sale' to the other lad. As far as a partnership worked, an early emotional appeal and then all the information was... a reasonable way to handle most adult humans. She'd give them credit for being well matched, even if they didn't plan this particular interaction at the same time. "I assume the little doll could hold on to it," she guessed their bonding was more than simple happenstance. She'd also give this lad a weird amount of credit. She looked at him as his fingers curled. His concentration while removing that thigh high was something else. Definitely degenerate as her forced the physical contacts of his fingers with her flesh for the entire duration of that leg. He simply enjoyed the contact, but still there was underlying care in the motion. This wasn't an action done and savored just for the sake of it. It wasn't purely degenerate, it had an underlying care to it, that implied that it wasn't always a degenerate action. What a strange boy, he was... while pitching the idea that maybe these items wouldn't work. He had a feeling that it was simply because they were assumed junk that he could share them unlike his weapon of choice. Just the same she kept eye contact and was pleased by the time he rolled away that thigh high and went on to slip that new shoe onto her foot. It was an interesting feeling and as he took his own hand away, it seemed like the experiment was a success. "Oh? This is an unreasonably comfortable shoe," she said rotating her ankle. "Good boy." In truth Makima didn't mind being part of this form of experimentation and she could see various paths leading to new strengths for herself. Besides that, the lad hadn't flinched away from her, keeping up his mental acuity even under the pressure of her menacing visage. She'd call that praise worthy.