If nothing else, Angelica could be credited for her tenacity. Most targets would have collapsed under the weight of NanoWise's advances ages ago, yet still Angelica persisted against him. That simply couldn't stand. Her ability to procreate was far too powerful to pass on, but even an endless battering to the backside and a hefty load to the mouth didn't stop her resistance. He had little choice but to continue, as Angelica did seem to weaken over time, bit by bit. "Acceptance is compulsory. Subject has been deemed imperative to cultivation of stronger specimens. Subject must comply," he reiterated mechanically. All the while, Yugi was checking a watch that didn't even exist on his wrist. The cycles were continuing as Wise and Angelica both persisted, and he began wondering if 100 points was actually enough to make up the downtime. Silently did he decide on an arbitrary time limit, after which he'd probably increase the value once again. This sort of thing would have to be used as a hindrance in future iterations, or at least considered for it. The same could be said of the one called Black, whom Miko wanted to meet... but a date, it was not. "Mhm. If you want to meet him, clear your schedule for a lifetime. I can't even give an estimate for how long that'll take... which is more reason this is looking pretty... inspired," he said as if judging Wise's scientific decisions further.
Sometime in the future, Kazuhiko would be aiding Miko in the creation of some subspace... or even a return to Jupiter if they could find out how to make it a round trip without time-travelers' interventions. For now though, it was more imperative that their back-alley debauchery see a slight change in position. The rise of Miko's leg came with an arch in her spine, in addition to the added tightness he felt from her. "That's the stuff! Doing the thing!" he warned. Kazuhiko had no immediate need to ejaculate after the shift in friction, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to respond in kind. Miko obviously favored certain parts of intercourse, and knowing what one of them was... of course he'd utilize a discovered technique to flood her rear in a showing of gratitude.
Speaking of showings, it seemed Hiroshi couldn't study Nara Rita enough. Comparisons between him and human males made little to no difference, but self-realization of the link between Iino women was indicative of higher soul consciousness. He had to meet the one called Risa and confirm for himself a running theory. "Not quite the word I would choose, but that's a topic for another study," he mused absently. The near-strut from Rita toward the washroom was followed closely by long strides; Hiroshi couldn't keep too far away even if he wanted to. Apparently there was no need for the extra work due to something Rita called... Golden Week. Things called 'golden' were very different where he was from. "What is this... Golden Week? Is there a Golden King here as well?" he wondered without much thought about the massive structural difference. To Hiroshi's credit, though, his mind and eyes were elsewhere at the time. "Also, you'll have to forgive me if I mistook that enslavement comment in a more devious way than intended. I may be letting my own excitement run too freely of late."
Sometime in the future, Kazuhiko would be aiding Miko in the creation of some subspace... or even a return to Jupiter if they could find out how to make it a round trip without time-travelers' interventions. For now though, it was more imperative that their back-alley debauchery see a slight change in position. The rise of Miko's leg came with an arch in her spine, in addition to the added tightness he felt from her. "That's the stuff! Doing the thing!" he warned. Kazuhiko had no immediate need to ejaculate after the shift in friction, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to respond in kind. Miko obviously favored certain parts of intercourse, and knowing what one of them was... of course he'd utilize a discovered technique to flood her rear in a showing of gratitude.
Speaking of showings, it seemed Hiroshi couldn't study Nara Rita enough. Comparisons between him and human males made little to no difference, but self-realization of the link between Iino women was indicative of higher soul consciousness. He had to meet the one called Risa and confirm for himself a running theory. "Not quite the word I would choose, but that's a topic for another study," he mused absently. The near-strut from Rita toward the washroom was followed closely by long strides; Hiroshi couldn't keep too far away even if he wanted to. Apparently there was no need for the extra work due to something Rita called... Golden Week. Things called 'golden' were very different where he was from. "What is this... Golden Week? Is there a Golden King here as well?" he wondered without much thought about the massive structural difference. To Hiroshi's credit, though, his mind and eyes were elsewhere at the time. "Also, you'll have to forgive me if I mistook that enslavement comment in a more devious way than intended. I may be letting my own excitement run too freely of late."
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