Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Sakura seemed to be quite the tease in addition to her sadistic tendencies. The purple-haired girl said she liked anticipation. Reiji would have instead claimed she liked forcing another's arousal while nothing could be done about it. "Hmm," he mumbled. Those beers were going to be necessary when this was all over; he could feel it. As they rolled down the road, Reiji was leaning his head against one hand and steering with the other, seeming nigh permanently taken aback. Things would only become worse as Sakura mentioned why she thought so highly of her little photography stunt. Frankly, he'd agree, terrible as it was. "At times I wonder how far your mind is going. Ten minutes feels like such a long time now, I wonder if I'll make it without pulling over and taking a massive risk," he admitted with another sigh.

The pink-haired woman claimed she didn't mind stepping on people. In watching her say those words, Kusanagi determined it was something more than that. If she didn't remember how she felt when doing it, it had surely become second nature... and didn't have positive connotations. "Interesting," he stated. Moving on right away, there was another claim that most facial expressions were fabrications. Kusanagi enjoyed those, but he also hated them. It was the genuine reactions that made life worthwhile. The only thing he enjoyed about false ones was... being able to see the truth underneath the lie. "You're free to try faking expressions around me if you like. You're doing it now. It's natural human behavior any time we're conscious of our own facial muscles. Only infants are completely honest," the male preached. What interesting things did this woman have to say about her experiences though? She'd known men who wished to be degraded entirely, even to the extent of being forced into licking their own ejaculate off her feet. She'd even been the one penetrating some of those men. How queer. "Sou desu ne. I wonder what would happen if you had something crammed down your throat until it reached your chest. Or maybe... something you could feel in your stomach... from the outside. That sort of thing usually brings out the honesty of adults. At least it's one of the methods. So... which things do you like doing? What makes you... you?"

[Apollymi]

Sakura was probably, effectively ruining a responsible man's sensibilities. She watched as Reiji changed the way he was driving his car. It would seem more relaxed but also somehow more tense. It was very intriguing. Beyond this the words he spoke at last were about her thoughts and the way her mind worked. To answer his question about how far her mind goes and how it worked she had a few potential answers. Which one she would go for, was mostly dependent on her own urges in the moment. Right now she seemed to be rather amused by the whole of this situation and wondered how much influence the man could take without crumbling. "Did you know your car is quite spacious. It'd be an interesting place to have sex," she said as the corners of her lips upturned. And she kept her eyes on him, if nothing else she wanted to keep looking at him. She wanted to see how his brain took her statement, as it was both technically an answer to his question and an observation. "Is that the kind of risk you were thinking about?" she questioned in a way that would have been innocent if she'd been any less calculating in the order of things she spoke. Ah, but she was only teasing, just a little conversation to make that trip somehow longer and shorter.

At the same time, the prostitute walking with Kusanagi. "You're freaky." she decided of Kusanagi but yet here she was... still having the conversation. She supposed either she was dying or being well paid, the least she could do was be somewhat honest with him about what he was getting into with her. Beyond that point he was analyzing her, or no... he analyzed people in general and right now she was simply the target. "I don't know much about babies, but I figure that makes a lot of sense... people learn to lie," she said. "If you wanted honesty in expression though I doubt a prostitute should have been what you were looking for," she said with a casual shrug. She couldn't get over the slight bit of discomfort she felt in this man's presence, but she also wasn't sure why she felt that way. "Those are two very fucked up things to string into a sentence asking me what I like," she said. In her own experience, most of the time men didn't come equipped with the kinds of tools naturally which could do such a thing. She was an adult now, nothing could hurt her in the same ways, her brow twitched only slightly at a thought she immediately buried in the depths of her mind. "Sex is work. I can't say I like doing it. If you are asking about those specific kinds of things. Stepping on men is enjoyable, using them as furniture is also pretty comfortable and I don't mind telling men how garbage they are..." she explained of her general demeanor. Regardless of everything else, she was mostly only doing what she knew how to do, there wasn't much more to it than that.

[Bloodedge]

How much could Reiji take without crumbling? It depended entirely upon what was thrown his way. Perhaps it was by a stroke of luck in his favor that something not quite strong enough was thrown his way. When Sakura spoke, she simply addressed how spacious the car was, and that it would be an interesting venue for intercourse. She was right, but if that was an effort to prod, it was a bit too factual for impact. Reiji glanced in the girl's direction with a brief smirk. "Indeed it would be," he said first. Was that the risk he spoke of? Technically it was, at least at its base. "Yes," he said simply with one additional thing to add. "Nice try~"

Apparently, Kusanagi was freaky... according to the words of a prostitute. "You've had a man lick his own cum off your feet," he countered simply. Beyond that matter, they were having quite the philosophical conversation. Humans learned to lie, the prostitute alleged. A more factual statement had not been spoken. It was a beautiful thing, the lying nature of mankind; the bigger liars were often Kusanagi's favorites. Regardless, the prostitute suggested that her ilk was the wrong place to seek honest expressions. She was wrong. "Iie. Whores, petty criminals, people in long-dead relationships, and salarymen at work. Those are the biggest liars, but they show the most of their lives even in false expressions. Misery is always honest... right, Yujo-ya?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. As for the whore's preferences, she confirmed an enjoyment of objectifying and degrading men, though she claimed sex in general was just work and not particularly enjoyable. Kusanagi's neck straightened. "Interesting. You can do those things to me when we get to the hotel. I want to see it for myself. Now... what do you hate?" he asked finally. One might note that Kusanagi's final query came with the first tonal shift in his voice since meeting this hooker.

[Apollymi]

Going along they went, it seemed to be that Reiji and the more mature type adults in general had more self control than one might have thought. That smirk on Sakura's face went no where as Reiji admitted to having thoughts concerning sex in his car, but only commented with nice try. Something about that statement made her chuckle. "Was it? That was more of an observation. I noticed it while taking pictures," she claimed and this was the truth. She'd basically extrapolated his thoughts based on her own understanding. She also figured that humans saw this sort of thing as 'taboo' at least a little given more people weren't just caught doing it. But that wasn't really important for the moment. "I do like the tone of your voice right now though... I wonder how long it will last~" she said in a teasing manner. Frustrations and temptatoins seemed to be growing but that only made sense around Sakura. Patience was a virtue she maintained and would easily continue to simply sit and talk with the man driving her to his house knowing that copulation was on the table.

In the meantime, philosophy was being discussed by a lady of the night and a potential customer. Rather the customer had already offered a large sum and she assumed she was walking towards her death in some way. Whatever use he had for her, she didn't necessarily know, but it was obvious that sex wasn't strictly speaking all he wanted. Still there was the matter of her calling him freaky and him pointing to one of the things she'd revealed about men who patronized her. "I didn't choose that, he did." she said as if that didn't reflect on her in the lightest. It seemed her type was his favored, the type of person who was miserable with no way out was the kind who lied in their expressions the most. "I guess. Sad, tired, stupid.... misery in those cases is obvious," she claimed seeming to understand his take a bit better, but now why her in the moment. Still he claimed she could do the things she liked to him when they arrived at the hotel. "Uh...huh. That's fucking weird. But whatever..." she said but it wasn't like she cared who she used as a footstool, sat or stepped on, but when asked about things she hated, "I hate gross bodily fluids. And I hate pain... " she explained though somehow she felt like it wasn't actually a good idea to tell him what she hated, she also felt like keeping it to herself would just make him try to hurt her. It was a weird realization. Was he a weird sadist who wanted to break someone else?

[Bloodedge]

Sakura didn't intend to prod him to any extreme extent, it seemed. Good; Reiji would rather have avoided making too many impulsive decisions in one event. Such things weren't good in excess, after all. Ah, but he couldn't keep himself from wondering the 'what ifs' of the situation. There was nothing wrong with a bit of passion added to anything, but that was an irrelevant matter presently. Sakura wasn't quite done with the teasing either. She and he both wondered how long his steadfast nature would remain. It would only take ten minutes... and the time to put away his things... and the time to bathe... "Ten minutes is a very long time," he mused to the greater universe.

A philosophical discussion with a whore wasn't what Kusanagi had in his plans for the day. On the other hand, he also didn't expect to find one who was worth anything to him. This prostitute had a few counters to his words, though they meant nothing to Kusanagi. Her deflection of blame on the jizz-licking man was particularly noteworthy. "Even a whore has limits. You still let him do it," he argued. Ah, but none of that really mattered to Kusanagi. He wanted to know what displeased the woman. What she claimed was bodily fluids and pain, such basic things. Most were repulsed by bodily fluids of a non-reproductive nature, and living creatures were naturally averse to pain. She may have thought twice about divulging that information, but what Kusanagi thought was... "Oh? That's a shame. Get in," he said flatly, stepping aside and opening the door to a nearby black sedan. Once he entered, Kusanagi's held object remained hidden in a gloved hand whilst he reached for the ignition. He'd have that car running in about twenty seconds, at which point he'd drive away swiftly.

[Apollymi]

Sakura wasn't trying to prod the man too much, but being able to see his genuine reaction to the photos she sent made it a worthwhile endeavor for her. She knew that a certain level of concentration was required to 'drive' or as she would have thought of it 'ride' this particular kind of machine. Even as dusk was settling there were still quite a few others on the road, it was odd for her to think about but she had no issues with the length of this drive. "Ten minutes or 20 seconds... either can be quick or the length of eternity, it mostly just depends on your perspective," Sakura mused aloud. Of course, she would think like that considering how many times she lived the same twenty second time span over and over again. Having conversations with non-magical people was an interesting change of pace as well... their life concerns would be normally considered rather miniscule but she couldn't be so callous about it while watching a man like Reiji do his best in this day to day life.

Kusanagi was an interesting man. He was having a normal conversation with the type of woman who was normally seen stepping on and berating men for money. He claimed that whores had limits and that she'd still allowed someone to do that, "How people choose to abuse themselves isn't my problem," she gave that last counter. Upon hearing her claims of things she hated, it seemed it was a shame. She was told to get into a car she was almost certain wasn't his, but... that also wasn't her problem. She hopped in and closed the door knowing that none would think anything of a random prostitute slipping into a car. "This situation is becoming harder to read by the second..." she said while minimizing her own physical contact with the vehicle as much as possible. And on they went while she watched a man of few facial expressions trying to figure out what he was actually trying to get out of her and... failing at it.

[Bloodedge]

Two parties were on the road ─ one heading to a home and one to a love hotel. All the while, there was a third party in a five-star hotel... atop a bed whose headboard and frame had long since crumbled. Hiruko lay atop one Iino Miko, pinning back her right leg with his shoulder while leaving her left to do as it pleased. Even if the bed wasn't broken, it would be ruined for future clients by the stain of sweat and sex juices seeping into the mattress. Hiruko was churning away at the brunette's womb still, right hand wrapped soundly around her neck. At present, her bottom lip was captured between his teeth. Her right arm was captured by the wrist near her hip. Hiruko's body repeatedly curled and uncurled simply so he could remain deep in her loins while attacking her mouth with his own. Steamy breaths passed through the air from one face to another, and after some time without words being shared, Hiruko spoke. "Kocchi, I was thinking. You know there are a lot of private places in a casino. If your plus one is up to gamble, we could find a little time to slip off. What do you say ─ are you hooked on gambling enough to fuck in a casino?" he asked.

[Apollymi]

The two parties on the road would continue their travels, while... Iino Miko learned how destructive sex could be to the environment. That couch had snapped, but her body hadn't, the coffee table too, was a goner, and now even the frame and headboard of this particular bed was wrecked. Actually the mattress was too, as Iino Miko had a certain leakage problem which meant that not only was their sweat everywhere, her own juices which flowed freely more often than not were staining. And still... Hiruko stirred her womb rather aggressively after entering. One leg was up on Hiruko's shoulder, the other was simply out to the side and twitching. What else was happening, well her arm was pinned, to her side and her neck was being held. This should have been one of the most terrifying sexual experiences she'd had in her short list of them, but instead she was being made more and more excited. Her body was tightening with every curved stroke and as he hadn't truly left her canal or womb the convulsions of every orgasm happened around a thick and meaty cock. It was truly one of the most intense experiences of her young life. And with a hand on her throat he was kissing her deeply. She was loosing breaths. And both their bodies were slick. She'd had an intense amount of sex before, but never did she feel as physically entwined as she did right now. For a long time her moans and orgasms were being bitten away and swallowed by lips against her own.

"Hiru-nii♪~" she moaned his name after he spoke and released her mouth. She had more to say but a hot gasping breath left her first as one of those many collapses happened around his dick in that exact moment. Miko didn't know what she did to deserve this, but she'd definitely take it again. "Fuck♫!~" A swear uttered as those brown eyes of hers opened and the light within them seemed to dance in ecstasy. Now that she'd uttered that one and gathered her thoughts she could talk properly. "I'm definitely up for that kind of gambling. My plus one will also be~" she claimed. Actually, she was the first to show that kind of publicly indecent behavior, and as such any gambles they put up would be for their own interests. In this case, a bit of fucking in a casino was probably far from the worst thing to happen.

[Bloodedge]

Before any response was given, Miko was singing the name of her partner for the evening. The all too familiar convulsions of her womanhood around his cock occurred in that same moment, and then came the utterance of a powerful swear in that same melodious tune. Hiruko was reeling from the clench alone. They had broken almost every mountable surface in the hotel room already, and this kind of behavior from Miko was exactly what pushed him to that level of activity. "That voice just keeps getting better, Kocchi♥~" he praised.

As for her actual answer, it seemed Miko liked the idea of some casino deviance. She made it sound like her friend was also interested, which made Hiruko wonder if she meant it the same way he heard it. Well, he'd be finding out the answer one way or another. Before any of that however, they had to wrap things up here; there were hardly suitable places left to fornicate in this room anyway. "Hngh─! Alright. Let's finish up here. Shower?~" he asked in an oddly suggestive manner. Of course he meant to take an actual bath or shower before leaving the hotel room ─ if only to do away with all the sweat. It seemed he meant it in more than one way, though. . .

[Apollymi]

Praise. One of Miko's other favorite things in the world, was being given to her again. This time for the sound of her voice as she climaxed, singing Hiruko's name and also swearing melodically. It was not something she did intentionally but it was becoming obvious at the very least that Hiruko enjoyed her singing as much as the other people who listened to her music did. Whatever the case, "Glad you like it, arigatou♪~" the girl was still moaning. Having an orgasm with someone buried so deep within her was quite different.

Whatever the case, Miko was quite certain her friend would be up for some devious behavior in a casino. As such she'd be going along with it. What was more, Hiruko himself claimed a certain desire, for his next climax but Miko had no problem with it. Well... that wasn't entirely true, she had a general preference for fluids ending up within her body, but also took no real issue with being covered in them given her own strangeness. "Shower... hai!♥~" she took that to mean he wished to pull out and spray but also figured she'd be having one soon. So long as some managed to find its way to her mouth she couldn't say she had anything resembling a problem with this option and opened her mouth in preparation. That wet tongue of hers visible as a target for this next expulsion.