Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

It seemed Sakura and Shota were at some sort of impasse, at least in some respect. His suggestion of a fairer exchange was met with an immediate counter that implied he needed no further motivation. He had officially ejaculated once, and had all the motivation to go for another... but as Shota saw things, that wasn't the point at all. "In the numbers game? Yeah, it's unfair. That's fine and all, but look... you've got me ready to go again already. Imagine if you got me even more excited. A guy can really go above and beyond with the right push," he claimed. In Shota's experience, there was actual truth to his words. Since neither of them had entered this encounter as a virgin, and since they had no outright commitment beyond their 'sex friend' agreement, Shota shared his experience with full comfort. "You know if a girl says the right thing to a guy at the right time, he'll cum right away? Guys are really easy to get going with the right words, the right look, all that good stuff. You've got me going better than anybody else ever has, but I think you could do even more. That'll just make me work even harder for you... Tohcchi~♥"

Meanwhile, there was an agreement being made in the penthouse. Marisbury spoke vaguely of a different position from the old world, and Miko was excited enough to accept the idea without any detail at all. A date, she called it. He supposed there was already an agreement to go on another date together, so... perhaps he'd luck out and have those two events be one and the same? One could only hope. "Hai. I'll be waiting for your call," he said happily. Moving on from that, Miko had another suggestion in mind. While they were still dealing with a limited experience, Marisbury was urged to turn Miko over and continue their current session. He quirked a brow, primarily in interest as opposed to confusion or curiosity. "That sounds... quite dangerous, actually. Let's do that," he agreed. Marisbury's effort to roll Miko onto her fore came immediately. He didn't quite feel like extricating himself from her body, however, so that roll involved lifting one of her legs and carrying it over to his other side. Strange was the sensation that came as a result of this ─ he didn't know what to expect from a twisting motion within another person's loins. Overall though, Marisbury found it... oddly pleasant, if a bit of a pinch to feel.

[Apollymi]

Sakura and Kakihara were suffering from a difference in understanding. Oddly, enough he seemed to have words to share which would help to clarify his perspective. He claimed that though the numbers game was a bit less directly fair or unfair he claimed that her ability to get him even more excited would be better. As far as Sakura saw it, that might not work as well as implied considering that humans didn't seem to have enough mana to waste to be walking around overly stimulated. That particular point would be way more useful in a different scenario than the one currently playing out. 'Humans seek more motivation while being fully erect. Strange, it seems like there is some implication that words would do more work. Words do have a great deal of power, but why waste something like that in situations that may not be worth the extra effort....' she gave herself a moment of thought while he continued. He wasn't quite done speaking yet either. He claimed words or looks of specific natures to be some sort of magical with the ability to cause immediate ejaculation. Perhaps that was true and worth testing, but again, without the proper ability to back it up that seemed almost excessive and inefficient to the purpose of their friendship. It definitely wouldn't make him any more or less viable as an option for Sakura's experimentation to cave to his demands. Besides that a few of his points were a bit contradictory. If guys were truly so easy to get going then extra effort would only be some sort of sabotage, but at the very least it would be worth the extra consideration and maybe a bit of testing once the baseline was established. In truth, Sakura didn't care if this lad was more or less motivated. After her experimentation was done he could disappear and nothing more would need to take place between them. How did she interpret his words. "So, basically you want me to say specific things to you, with the level of vulgarity you seem to favor to make you feel better, even after you've already admitted to feeling better than normal with other women?" She said while staring up at him with blankness in her eyes.

At the same time, a different sort of agreement was being reached between Marisbury and Miko. Even though they couldn't do everything there was a certain amount of deviance they could indulge in until they reached the point of being able to try out everything they wanted to do in the future. There was a claim that he'd be waiting on her call. "Hai, Mari-sa♪!~" Miko chimed. After that Marisbury spoke of the danger of her offered option, but he still agreed to it. Twisting the girl around and causing her to giggle as she was placed in the position she'd asked to be placed in. "Maybe a little but it's pretty fun~" she admitted. Her own desires seeming to override any initial thoughts of what could happen. Still within the girl she worked herself up to her knees a steep arch in her back which invited the man deeper inside her person with a gentle shake of her hips. And just like they could begin again, as their night extended by a great deal.

[Bloodedge]

The sex itself would soon be taking a backseat to discussion, much to Shota's chagrin. He wished to keep plunging away inside Sakura, but her desire to reach some logical conclusion about his words was apparently even stronger than his urges. As ridiculous as that notion was, there was no undoing the full speech Sakura offered in response to simple notions. Hadn't he already done enough explaining? "Sure. You're missing the part about it being better for you to, but you know what? Who cares?" he said, exacerbated by the amount of long-windedness occurring in the middle of the night's fun. Without another word, he collapsed atop Sakura, supporting himself with both elbows as their pelvises met. He had energy yet to spare, and he'd be using it irrespective of their conversation's outcome. Doing so led to a more pronounced upward tilt of his cock within Sakura; there was even a minor increase to depth as he fully weighed against the backs of her legs and arse.

While that ball of confusion occurred in the residential district, the pair in the penthouse suite found only greater satisfaction. Their plans involved future fun of a more free-flowing nature than they could manage tonight, but tonight would still progress spectacularly. Marisbury wished to connect with Miko in the way of old creators. What she showed him instead was something... surely demonic. Dazed by the sight of her surprisingly curvaceous ass with that arch in her back, he failed to move his own hips initially. "Goodness, that... is quite the sight. You're only proving me right, Miko-chan," he declared. Feeling it was the most natural way to go about this position, Marisbury placed a hand on each of Miko's hips. With that, he began thrusting with renewed purpose and still a full night of new fun ahead.

Sadly, this night would not be fun for everyone. One Nara Rita had a visitor to her and her husband's abode. That same green-haired male who so recently left the convenience store was doing nothing to make himself known, but he was looking through the windows of Rita's house via binoculars as he stood atop a roof across the street. His fun would not come today, but... tomorrow would tell a different story. Before any of that, he had to find out how worthwhile this little project was. What sort of state was Nara Rita in now?

[Apollymi]

There was a certain frustration in Kakihara. That was an oddity she'd still not made peace with, though she'd now seen it a couple of times. Apparently, Sakura was missing the part where her supposed extra actions would benefit her and maybe that was true, but given that she was only even engaging this way for her own research it was hardly worth the extra effort to try and make this something more. In truth she could go about being more surprised by the shift in her person and the collapse on top of her body which led Kakihara to a slightly deeper penetration and a touch against one of her womb walls which he normally wouldn't have been able to accomplish. 'Sou ka, humans are still rather odd about explaining themselves. Still haven't figured out a way to get a completely logical answer out of one, more research is required.' She concluded. Kazuhiko had been the first to be a bit flustered about answering her questions and though he claimed she was too logica for humans, she still didn't really understand what he meant by it, how little logic could humans have that a straight line connecting two points was overly complicated? It was something that would require more time to process... at the very least, it seemed that Kakihara was still being consumed enough by his desire to continue the nature of their sex act without interruption... that would have been worth a bit of praise if nothing else. Regardless, she'd be allowed to figure out exactly what a human thought of as fucking with a bit of extra aggression which would be good for establishing her baseline understanding of mankind.

At the same time, Miko was receiving some pretty good feedback about her rear once more. She could be pleased that the men in her life seemed to enjoy her physically, even when she was at what she considered to be her absolute smallest. "Glad to be of service, Mari-sa♫" she chimed seemingly pleased by the appraisal. This was a bit dangerous but if all else failed she could use the headboard as leverage she was sure, even though she had no idea where in her mind such a thought came from. 'I hate to say it, but Astolfo might have been right about butt related preferences.' Miko thought to herself. She'd sit that one said and enjoy the moment just the same, as Marisbury took hold of her hips and began moving properly.

And while that pair of people began to enjoy themselves, another set was doing anything but. Nara Rita's husband was sleeping in their bedroom and while she'd come home ready for a romantic evening, she couldn't have brought herself to wake him up given how busy he'd been. No, instead she'd tried to fall asleep, but after an hour of being unable to settle, she'd gotten up to do a bit of household cleaning and at the end of all of that she'd be found in the living room of her house. She was drinking a glass of wine which had turned into most of a bottle and was now, calmly masturbating on her couch in her skimpy lingerie. Dark as her house was her sitting with just a table lamp on and with soft music playing in the background might lead one to believe she wasn't alone in that room. Strangely though, that empty glass was on the table and one her hands was inside of lace panties rubbing away at her slit while she used the other to grope her own breast. Quiet though she was, her face was exceedingly red though the slightly open curtain in her living room. And she could easily avoid waking her husband this way. Perhaps if she worked out her frustration as such she could... climb back into bed and go to sleep without issue.

[Bloodedge]

Ten minutes. That was approximately the amount of time passing for Sakura as Shota roughly rubbed that front wall of her womb and all of her passageway. There was no shortage of aggression coming from him visually, though it was no massive leap in actuality. It was right around the ten minute mark that he was panting and heaving again, rising up onto his hands, eyes glaring down at Sakura and still searching for some form of development. "Oi, I've got an idea! How about I cum in your mouth this time?" he wondered, though it wasn't much of a curiosity at all. Shota's question, in fact, was more of an announcement than anything.

Kusanagi, as he called himself in the phone of Shinomiya Kaguya, was indirectly experimenting with a bit of voyeurisms. Looking into Nara Rita's living room, he saw things many men would die for. He saw something that he... would kill for. Those massive breasts being groped was one thing. That fine lingerie with a hand slipped under dampened panties was another thing. Ah, but the best thing he saw was that gorgeous, flushed... dejected face. One of three things could be considered arousing to this particular man, and it had nothing to do with her body. His expression when encountering Kaguya and Hiroshi was full of apathy. Now though, he wore a toothy grin that even stretched the skin around his eyes with its width. "So lonely, Nara Rita. So very lonely, and so very... ignorant of what's happening to you. You're a very attractive woman. How much better will you look when your world ends?" he wondered, whispering to himself. Kusanagi could hardly restrain himself thinking about the next day. He'd continue watching the woman's developments while those sharp teeth tore through a meat bun.

[Apollymi]

Sakura took quite the pounding without much if any real change in her person. That flushed face and gently twitching lip was about the maximum of her visual output at this present point. The physicality of this moment gave her ideas of things to try with bigger tools and more physically fit bodies. Though before that there was the matter of the impending climax that she was sure was coming. Ah, this was one of those odd moments, one for experimentation Sakura supposed. This lad claimed that her word choices were not as effective. He claimed changing things would make it better for both of them, she supposed this was worth at least the trial of the moment. She would have normally just agreed to this particular act even though the feeling in her loins had told her he didn't have enough mana to properly feed her. She decided maybe something that sounded a bit more affirmative than agreement might work. She'd caught on to enough of his verbiage to have a sentence in mind. "Yes, cum in my mouth," she said while studying his face. Time would tell if this was really more useful to her or not, but at least one test on the person who made the claim was worth doing.

Nara Rita was continuing her late night deviance. Was she dejected? Well, yes a bit... after all... she was a married woman masturbating in her living room instead of being in her bedroom getting railed by her husband. But it could get better, she was certain. Perhaps tomorrow would serve as a better day for the kind of actions she was trying to start. It would be fine right... she imagined a much better day, one in which the fingers in her folds were less slim and more manly. The same could be said of the hand groping a rather large breast. Ah, those legs of hers were now being spread a bit wider, she was sinking down onto her couch cushions as she slid fingers into her depths. Ah but that wasn't all, she was playing with her nipples now and pushing herself closer and closer to the edge. She was biting her bottom lip her eyes closed as she tried to force her own imagination to make up the difference between what she was feeling and what she wanted to feel. This act wasn't just one of fun, it was one of need. It was desperate and longing. She yearned for her husband to go back to what she'd remembered of it, she longed for a simpler time in their relationship and she hoped, it would return as her store's business became better maybe, she could help him... and then, he could help her.

[Bloodedge]

Shota was beyond expectations at this point. Ten minutes ago, he'd given up on making any headway on Sakura's demeanor for quite some time. Maybe it would take a few weeks, he thought. Some took a bit more 'breaking' than others, after all. Lo and behold, his more recent idea was the subject of Sakura's experimentation. She spoke a response in a dirtier fashion, one more fitting of the girl who made those demands ─ the demands that he show how he'd be fucking her. One line really made all the difference for Shota. His throbbing was made more obvious in an instant. Earlier, he'd made the claim that some phrases could end a man instantaneously; this would serve as proof. Shota barely managed to jerk himself away and out of Sakura's womb. "Ah! Come here!" the male exclaimed preemptively. He sprung into a standing position atop the bed, snatching at his cock and gripping the base tight as if to restrain impending ejaculation. Sadly, that would only work for about... three seconds before his load was shot. "Haaah~!" erupted from his throat in that same moment.

Dejected, lonely and yearning was one Nara Rita. Watching her attempt at self-satisfaction was a worthwhile endeavor for Kusanagi, who could see every struggle in her visage. That hand upon her chest wasn't large enough. That finger she eventually slipped into her snatch wasn't long or thick enough. The urgency she showed to achieve satisfaction that wouldn't come was... a thing of pure beauty. "There is no warmth here, Nara Rita. No embrace, no lust... no love... and no God," he murmured. Kusanagi's hand squeezed that meat bun with increasing firmness, causing filling from the half-eaten pastry to spill over onto the back of his hand. He may have been harder than she was wet, and that only made things better for him. Rita was preemptively experiencing a loss, and it was he who intended to witness it firsthand. 'Maybe I'll be the one to fuck you. That would be warm, wouldn't it? I could call you Rita-san while we both bathe in the freshest blood. Wouldn't that be romantic enough to make things better?' he wondered while... oddly enough, sensually licking that filling from the back of his hand. "Is that what the thing called love is? Because I can't wait to take everything from you. . ."

[Apollymi]

Sakura decided to experiment and she received a reward for doing so. There was a notable change in Kakihara, and he managed to pull out of her womb and demanded she come forward. She made the movement to be closer to his cock when he finally released it, if only to avoid wasting anything. This was a serious consideration given that there was much less of a burst to work with than what she was used to. While she waited for spunk to flow or rather spurt into her open mouth and onto her tongue she made a quick note in her mind. 'Words do apparently have a bit of extra power. Perhaps I should expand my vocabulary for some more vulgar terms to use to entice Kazzun and An-chan. It may be worthwhile to see see at least their uncomfortable faces...' she thought seeming pleased. That load in her mouth then stole her attention. How odd, it didn't taste like any specific food or flavor she was known. It seemed almost chemical in nature. Her open mouth remained that way while her tongue moved and she tried to figure out why that was the case. It had such a strange flavor and texture she felt like she needed the build up of her own mana to swallow it easily. 'That texture is terrible and it doesn't taste as it should. Perhaps the mana density is wrong or maybe its an individual thing...' she gave that a bit of thought as well. Still, there was not enough energy for her to allow it to go to waste so she swallowed it and felt it sticking in her throat. But eventually her mouth was clear and she opened it to move her tongue around a bit and clear it of any individual flavor which remained.

Rita was almost there, she was sure her end would be upon her soon. But the work of her fingers and hands needed to be ramped up a bit. There was a certain urgency she maintained, all the while. The person watching her, wasn't even something she would have known about, even so she kept her up activities. Closer and closer until there was a break. A flow of fluids a touch of relief and an exhale. She had tears in the corners of her eyes, but they weren't happy. She was anguished and unlike times in the past where masturbation could have truly counted as a relief, she felt almost ashamed of herself. Those tears flowed down her face as she recovered and she grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands. Another was used to dry her face as she calmed her beating heart and her breathing leveled out. "Alright. No more of this... Tommorow's a big day. I'm going to get groceries, make dinner and dessert and then be dessert!" she confirmed for herself. After the remodel of her store, she'd leave her new worker there and... aim for a romantic dinner the next night. A determined light appeared in her eyes and she stood. Visible for just a second, a tattoo on her left thigh in the shape of a tribal rose with a little spikey vine around it.

[Bloodedge]

Luckily for Shota, Sakura managed to reach his cock in time to honor their sudden arrangement. Ah, but he didn't realize what an incredible experience that would be from his end. Shota always found it gratifying to spill a load onto a woman's tongue, but Sakura... that strangely emotionless girl, showed flashes of brilliant sluttery that left him reeling. Her tongue extended to catch his spunk, and once it was received, she even began playing with it in her mouth. Shota had never seen anything hotter. "Ah... ahh~♥" he nearly squealed as an additional dribble leaked from his cock onto his own fingers. At least one of the cameras had to catch that visual. He'd surely be making that the most important part of the edited video, whenever he got around to doing that. Sakura swallowed the load and showed her clear tongue. What an amazing view! "Wow, I take back what I said earlier. That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" he decided. This moment would never be forgotten by Shota, even as he wobbled atop the bed and panted heavily. "Whew! Haah... I need a reset. How about we take a bath?"

Rita was in the process of finishing her self-exploration. As she did, Kusanagi stared endlessly and took bite after bite from his first meat bun. The tears streaming down her face during orgasm were so appealing, he wanted to lick them away. 'Calm down. Calm... it's almost over,' he chanted mentally. All things considered, Rita was generally appealing. He'd prefer a bit more torment, but that would come later, surely. Sadness and shame were such prime seasonings for the eventual dish of hopelessness. Kusanagi had those meat buns for now, but they only functioned as appetizers for tomorrow's main course. "Oh, I can't wait. It's so hard to hold it in this time. Maybe I've found it after all," he murmured.

[Apollymi]

Kakihara received a show that was reserved in the minds of degenerates all over the world. He watched the girl play with his fluids on her tongue, but this was for herself rather than him. She decided in the moment that his mana wasn't worth oral consumption. Instead she would stick to the other methods of processing which didn't involve her having to deal with such a strange flavor or texture. Still, it did come with extra bonuses. It would seem that something like this was considered the peak of sexuality. She watched as the lad dripped his juices onto his own fingers after that exchange. It didn't have the sort of potency she would have been used to, but she could extrapolate that it could be better with a better base. The lad wobbled and crashed to the bed after claiming to need to rest. He offered her the ability to take a bath which she supposed she had no problems with, it would give her a bit of time to think. "Sou, I like baths." she said as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. Her mind however processed this differently. 'Humans do not in fact mean they can fuck all night. Some sort of recuperation is apparently required even though the session itself is about 1/3 the time of even what could be considered a quick session.' Sakura's mind found some interesting takeaways at least, and she would be keeping them in mind for the near future.

At the same time, Rita seemed to have finished her moping and the saddest masturbation sessions of any adult woman ever seen in life. She cleaned up her living room. Put away her wine glasses and then prepared for bed. The man who'd been watching her wasn't even someone she'd laid eyes on before as far as she knew. And her life would be picking up tomorrow. She was finally managing a life change and that was something to look forward to, so she turned out the lights and crawled into bed, reminding herself to change the sheets, they smelled odd to her.