Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

Kei explained masochism while experiencing the reactions from Kazuhiko. He tried to speak and was cut off by the sensations he was feeling but seemed to think it wasn't just a matter of her being hot. It was a compound issue which showed an interesting level of complexity. He was squirming and that was amusing... and then there were his actual word sand those were... oddly heartwarming. "Huh..." she said first and foremost. She looked down into hi face and found his earnestness to be worth a slight shift in the grin on her face. "Sexual flexibility to an extreme... but, that's also pretty nice of you..." she mentioned softly. "I like tormenting you it is fun..." she expressed. Kazuhiko was so honest and far too nice, to just be so willing to go with what his partner wanted in the hopes of seeing them at their best was a strange amount of oddity. She'd then compare his masochism to social drinking as an activity. Like he'd simply accept what was dished out by his partner to see them happy. Even now, he was excited by the idea of extra points, "Of course, there are more points... it's along term system..." she said as if it made sense. Speaking of a bead of semen at the tip of Kazuhiko's cock was calling to her. And she'd had a hint of flavor so the time was quickly approaching for something more substantial. Her leaning would continue until her lips pressed against his, careful was she to apply only just a bit more pressure to his cock, while she did this only to slip her tongue into his mouth while dangling above him. Why? Well, that real kiss was a reward for his goodness and then she'd be moving on to what made him squirm.

Chizuru was rewarded for her joke with something of a chuckle. This dark haired young man at least had a sense of humor, that was good. He even claimed what was going on with his arm was simply bad karma. "Must have been one hell of a good deed," she mused about his bad karma. That arm really didn't look good, but nor did the idea of doing anything but complying with the Yakuza who'd stopped her. "If they're impotent why did they come outside... they could have done anything else... it's stupid..." she murmured. Ah but what was she to do? Bear Mace could take one of them maybe two if they happened to be arranged right. She knew enough Taekwondo, to handle an opponent who wouldn't expect it, but if weapons came out it'd be a problem. She could outrun them, but if they followed her it would be a problem. She looked around the alley regular objects, a dumpster, some crates and discarded items. "Mendokusei, what happened to simple alleyway gangbangs? A girl can't even get a dubious lay without it being a problem. At least I fucked him first. So if I go... I'll go with a bang. Careful careful, Nii-san this might get a bit rough as a watch," she mumbled. But by the time that happened, the leader of this group was talking about a safety inspection, he wanted to see her tits. "Quality assurance, huh? Do I get one of those checks too, Mister Good Samaritan?" she asked almost innocently, while pulling on her slightly oversized shirt, sliding it up over breasts that weren't even covered by a bra. Flashing a group of guys didn't even register as a problem.

Meanwhile, Akira was wary. She'd claimed he was playing sheep, but it wasn't just that... she understood quite a bit and would only hint at it. It was amusing, watching him shift, watching him struggle not to give anything away. So young was Akira in this time line, it was so cute to see. "Really? Are you sure?" she asked him with a smirk on her face. Perhaps he wouldn't know her yet, or maybe she was just pulling at the threads of his personality a bit. Ah, but he couldn't quite keep it to himself, he was still looking for the flaws in his façade, choosing to question her word choice. "I said it because it's true. Obviously the real you... isn't just a fluff ball trying so very hard not to give away what he's thinking~" she stated as if it made sense. In a single moment she moved forward, pushing off that windowsill to find herself standing on his bed, barely having landed between his legs. She towered over him and looked down on him, her eyes maintaining a gentle glow as they caught the smallest hint of light. "Playing sheep will lead to slaughter, if you over-commit," she stated plainly, "Not just you either...." she casually mentioned. "And you can't even really move now... right?"

[Bloodedge]

Kazu didn't need to be told Kei had a good time tormenting him; that much was written all over the alluring face she wore. If enjoying that kind of expression on a woman was a sign of masochism, he'd accept the moniker any day of the week. "That's the spirit! Have the time of your life, however you want to. I'll be right there with you, living it up!" he assured. There were more points coming his way apparently, so Kazu was already elated. If this wasn't the reward Kei spoke of, what was? Time would tell. First though, Kei was leaning in far enough to kiss his lips ─ something she did with an addition of tongue that Kazu met with a massaging motion of his own. Of course, there wasn't much conscious effort behind that; he didn't have much choice but to let his protrude as a moan slipped up his throat due to the extra pressure against his tool. There was a bit of intense pressure despite Kei's careful efforts, but it was quite good. Maybe he was a masochist? Well, eyes that fluttered shut were already rolling back just slightly, and his tongue would have been hanging out of his mouth if not for its ability to enter Kei's instead. Each day, Kimura Kazuhiko learned more about his own deviant nature. . .

No good deeds had been performed by the grounded male in Chizuru's company. He'd done something technically disallowed in this universe, and he was already taking the cost unto himself. That wasn't worth explaining to Chizuru, nor should he bother anyway. Instead, he would only address her current conundrum with a yakuza group. "You think they know they're impotent? No. They're idiots. The last girl they tried wasn't as attractive or exciting as the one before. They blamed her being too ugly to satisfy them. Then here you come, looking like you'll do the trick. Your good looks will be your undoing," he explained. Chizuru had a decision to make when dealing with the group. As she processed that, the stranger would be observing in silence... for a moment. Turned away from him, she decided to gamble her life and flash the gangsters her bare chest. Their leader made the first move toward Chizuru then, taking her left side and groping her left breasts. What seemed to be his right-hand man took the other side and other breast, while the remaining pair stepped forward with knives in hand. "Whew! Look at that! These puppies gotta have some milk in there. Ever been knocked-up, Ojou-san?" the first man asked. "I'll tell ya' what. Since you're being all nice to me and my buddies here, we'll let you get a check too. Get on your knees and show my friend here how good of a head you've really got on your shoulders," he continued. All the while, that bleeding man was watching curiously. 'That's how it starts, huh? Such a stupid way to go...'

All the while, Akira was being forced into a corner by someone he didn't even know. Or... did he know her? This woman not only brought that into question, but also made it seem like she knew him. Her comment about him playing the sheep had a follow-up. She knew too much about him. Maybe she was involved in his case? No, that didn't work. Whatever it was, Akira couldn't figure this woman out. He especially couldn't figure out how she was suddenly standing on his hospital bed, right between his legs before he realized she'd moved. "Who are you?" he asked. He had nothing else. This woman was an enigma that he couldn't figure out; he certainly wasn't going to find out how to remain hidden. All Akira could do was find out what her purpose here was. "I can't move very much. If there's something you want, there's hardly anything I can do. But... you don't seem like you're here to blackmail me or anything."

[Apollymi]

According to Kazuhiko, Kei could have the time of her life, and he'd be along for the ride. That was an interesting way to take on the idea of masochism, but Kei couldn't argue with it. He was squirming... there was something to appreciate about pure deviance as well as the enthusiasm that Kazuhiko seemed to offer every aspect of his life. Kei couldn't help but smile, even as he seemed to be quite into the gentle pain and pressure offered. In fact, the lad was moaning into her mouth moving his tongue against hers. He tasted quite nice as far as she could tell... like almonds. How interesting. She was thinking earlier that those dango could have used a crunch. "That's good, so warm and tasty~ I think I'll have more Ka-sen~" Kei mentioned. There was complexity to the flavor offered even just by his mouth. How would it be from a more direct stance. Well she'd be finding out soon, backing away from that kiss, saliva connecting their tongues, as she let up on the pressure applied to his cock she'd take her place between his legs instead. She'd let go of her shoes for her current perch atop a thread looking at his now standing dick and that dribble at the top. So pleased did she seem and with the same desire she showed trying new foods a spectacle of excitement played in clear blue eyes. After a bit of abuse, a gentle tongue swipe would caress the head of Kazuhiko's member as she tasted him in a much more direct way. Sparkles shown in her eyes for a moment as the flavors became more clear. "Mmmhmmm♥~ Toasted almonds, but no background bitterness, just a warm and nutty flavor that seems to belie a sweetness like gentle fire-roasting. It's so great !~" she mused. As a second lash of her tongue took place. There were very few things that could contribute to such a flavor.

At the same time, Chizuru was trying a ploy for her own survival. An actual good Samaritan was giving information. This group didn't know they were impotent. They blamed the differences in women for their lack of arousal, and chose Chizuru based on her look. "Now I know I'm pretty but I'm like average girl pretty with an above average body... it's a little dumb to go crazy over something like that," she murmured. Still a smile was plastered to her face and her eyes were taking in necessary information. While two men approached her directly, the other two were holding knives already.... So what? She was flashing her tits to a group of guys and being molested in turn. There wasn't much to that currently, it was fine, but such a distraction did give her the chance to quietly open that Bear Mace. "Ara? I'm not old enough for kids, I probably just eat too much... kinda fat~" she joked playfully. "I don't know giving a blowjob at knife point doesn't feel like the work of good Samaritans. I might be shy~" she mentioned. As she dropped to her knees, she looked up innocently. "Nii-san you mind taking it out for me... I don't have a lot of experience with it... wouldn't want to be the cause of a zipper based malfunction," she pleaded while looking at the group. She was really sweet like that, she even opened her mouth showing her waggling tongue inviting entry all for the sake of lowering guards as far as possible. What they didn't know was... when that man's dick was pulled out, and placed in her mouth if it didn't start getting hard or anyone made any hasty moves, she fully intended to mace it directly before rolling backwards and covering her eyes. Direct tissue irritation to the eyes was one thing, but if accidently catching soft tissues with body spray was a problem she imagined getting Bear Mace on the dick would completely incapacitate a person.

Meanwhile, Akira was in his hospital bed being called out for his sheepish appearance. The purple haired young woman could see his brain working... trying to figure out where he knew her from, how much she knew about his case, or even if she was here for some nefarious purpose. "Who am I... A bored rich girl with too much time on her hands~" she said from her new perch atop his bed. Her movements had been used specifically for the purpose of making him question reality. They were good at playing along, surely he'd do so once he worked through his... wary behavior. "Though I suppose you likely meant a name, you'll call me... Kokusei~" she said looking down at him from between his legs. "I don't need to blackmail you. And it is rather a shame that you're all pinned down at the moment... you're also in a worse position than even you realize presently. You don't have time meander~" she mused only to think about it a bit more. "If you could move right now, what would you do? And be honest, this is a test~" she asked as a sheer point of curiosity.

[Bloodedge]

When Kei pulled away from his mouth, she had commentary to offer about the flavor of his mana. Hers tasted distinctly of kiwi, but Kazuhiko's flavor appreciation came in relative silence... until Kei made clear how she intended to have 'more' of that almond flavor. Back onto her own web, the girl placed herself between his legs. His cock was left alone for only a short while by her foot, soon taken under the type of scrutiny she'd been offering new foods all day. Her excitement was mesmerizing. She looked at him like the next delicious dish and lapped that bead from the tip of his tool just the same. What came afterwards, that incredible noise of appreciation, had 100 percent of Kazuhiko's attention. How could an act of 'service' ever compare to those first few seconds? He was being appraised by a gourmet connoisseur, subjected to gentle tongue laps and... basically given a ringing endorsement. Kazu's eyes were wide, his cock throbbing and leaking like never before, and his mind... was blown. Surely that level of appreciation was some sort of flex on anyone else who'd ever enjoyed a thing! "I... hah... wha... wow..." was about the most he could manage to say. That thing he said to Rindou about a proposal didn't have to remain a joke, right?

Apparently, Chizuru thought her attractiveness was only average-tier apart from the state of her body. The man she'd been speaking to chuckled under his breath. Did she believe that? Maybe she did, but that wasn't a rare occurrence. For now, it was only necessary that she keep up interactions with the gangsters ahead. Chizuru claimed she was too young for kids, tossing in the notion that she was just a bit fat. The first of those men groped her chest more vigorously and laughed. "These tits are fat, I'll tell ya' that! Nothing to worry about, little missy. We'll get your milkers milkin', won't we boys?" he asked of the group. When Chizuru dropped to her knees with a plan in mind, it seemed her rouse was going to work. The leader was working his breeches loose, and so was his closest companion. Members that were only slightly above average weren't totally flaccid, but had no firmness to boast about yet either. Just before the second-in-command's cock reached Chizuru's lips, the stranger had a warning to offer. "None of you can see that can of bear mace?" he asked. Just then, the first aggressor backed away. "Huh?! I thought this bitch had a brain that worked!" yelled the boss as he reached out with every intention of snatching Chizuru by both wrists. If he managed that, he'd be lifting her up and pinning both arms behind her back. "Guy must be one of us after all," one of the gangsters claimed. "Good catch, kid! We'll look out for you when this is done. How 'bout you teach this bitch a lesson first? You up for it?" the boss asked the stranger, who only looked toward Chizuru. "It wasn't a bad plan. It just wouldn't have worked. What do you do next?"

The woman lording over Akira's broken body introduced herself as some rich girl with too much free time. Officially, she called herself Kokusei... though in the strangest way possible. She said that was what he'd call her, as if there was another name to use. Oh well. Given the look on her face, he'd call her 'mommy' just as quickly as anything else. "Sou... ka," Akira muttered. Kokusei knew something about the position he was now in ─ something he didn't know. All implications led him to believe she was on his side, albeit in no way that made sense just yet. Maybe she'd been sent by Futaba? No; he would have received a notification beforehand. Whatever the case, she wanted to know what he'd do with the ability to move. Since she obviously had so much secret knowledge about him already, her demand of speaking the truth was somethig worth heeding. So then, what would he do? The ability to move restored randomly, a woman with a short dress standing over him... Akira could only answer one way in all seriousness. "... I wouldn't move an inch," he said with absolute conviction and an amount of seriousness not previously shown. What sort of madman would abandon this sort of up-skirt viewing opportunity? No man Akira wanted to be.

[Apollymi]

Kei was, without question a foodie. She enjoyed food in a way many others couldn't claim to, but it was a matter of taste for her. Flavors, textures aromas...all experienced through her palate gave her a different view of the world. This of course, would translate sexually, after tenderizing and preparing a dish, she found herself enjoying it to the fullest. A new flavor profile in Kazuhiko was worth experiencing, worth fawning over and enjoying. And she did exactly that, and got in return a response of wow. Now... this wasn't Kei's first trip in a sexual kind of way, but Kazuhiko had such fresh reactions to her antics it made it that much more rewarding to be herself. "Ora? It's like fondue~ Only one thing could make it better~" she mused happily. And what would she do? Well before trying to take it into her mouth fully, she'd aim to spit on the head of his cock, mixing their mana flavors there and then going on to open her mouth and swallow down on his cock. It was great, another excited moan escaped her as she ate something delicious and her mouth became a warzone. Much like her foot against him power was pulsing in the inside of her mouth was a web of control, sparks of mana interacting with his aiming to smoother and suppress, such was the kind of control she offered, in this situation.

Meanwhile, Chizuru had a pretty good plan. She'd keep her Bear Mace ready to handle a problem should it arise. Ah, but it was not to be, apparently before the cock of one man even made it's way to her mouth, the lad who'd started by sounding like he had advice to give, turned her in for having the Bear Mace. They claimed they'd get her milkers milking but really they wouldn't. And what would that tattling get her, strung up by the arms and captured but still not completely out of ideas. "From Ojou-san to Bitch just because I wanted my own assurance this was going to go well. Not like two grown men aren't holding me at knife point or anything. You guys really aren't good at playing Samaritans~" she explained like a director critiquing actors. "Also, tattling is bad for our rapport. Remember? Me, you, a laugh and Lawnmower-dono. Those were great times~" she said in a joking manner. Of course, saying such outlandish things was simply part of her base personality. She wasn't going to sign herself up for a tragic death... going out with a potential bang had been her main intention. Was he here to help, or here to harm? She couldn't know... all she could know was action heroine wasn't going to cut it. Comedian might do the trick instead. "Well, I guess the next best option is an explosion, funny kind of course, but they probably won't like that. But that doesn't seem like it will have a better chance of working than my original plan. It's a shame really. I would have just attempted to blow the guy and moved on... I was a dubiously willing participant but I'm not here for violence~" she said the smile on her lips spreading. "What's wrong Mr. Head no shoulders? Didn't like the cute open mouth willing look? I hear that one is one of the best~ Still, give me a minute or two and maybe I could work up some tears instead to try and help out~" she teased the man who'd had his dick out and nearing her mouth but somehow it'd not even looked like it was going to get hard at all. "Or is it you Nii-san, going to show them how its done? Is that whole fight with a lawnmower thing just a in to get the cute girl to lower her guard a bit more?~" Chizuru blabbered. Well, no one said she had to go into the next life quietly.

At the same time, the girl who claimed she could be called Kokusei was lording over Akira. Very easily holding herself to the highest standards and having a casual conversation with a boy who couldn't even move his body. Kokusei watched the lad having his thoughts and wondered which way he was going. Did he believe himself to be dreaming? Did she think she was a friendly sent by one of his associates? Well, she supposed both were options to rationalize a girl in her outfit capable of climbing into his window on the third floor. When asked what he'd do if he could move, he claimed he wouldn't. "Not even an inch huh? I have on tights, you can't possibly be seeing much worth while from down there~" she said staring down at him a gentle curve applied to her lips. "Still, that is the right answer..." she claimed cheekily, as a reward she moved again, this time extending a leg over his head. She'd balance on one foot her left and lean over her leg to look down into his face a bit more calmly, knowing that, he could see into the blackness of her tights and maybe those threads were stretching just a little thin, near the center. "Take advantage of every opportunity to be a dirty litte pervert, use it to your advantage..." she advised.

[Bloodedge]

As if to emphasize exactly how much of a foodie she was, Kei compared her current 'dining experience' to a fondue. Apparently though, there was something that could make it better. What could she have meant? Well, her true meaning was something that would further establish a point of favoritism in the mind of Kazuhiko. She spat on his cock without so much as a second thought. Never did Kazu expect such a thing, but seeing it with his own eyes resulted in an immediate gasp, an accompanying throb that persisted until Kei's lips closed around his glans, and then... yet another rolling of his eyes. "Haghughughu─!" he gurgled, his body jerking and writhing. What the hell kind of move was that? Well, he could answer that. If it was nothing else, it was now a favorite move. Pairing such a development with whatever Kei chose to do with her mouth's mana was one way to force him into numerous immediate decisions for the future.

A couple of those gangsters were slightly confused. For a captive, this girl had a lot of jokes to toss around the entire time ─ even after being pinned by the boss. "Urusai! You knew what this was from the beginning! All you had to do was play along nice, and we could've had a good old time!" the leader claimed. As for the stranger, his bout of snitching had been with great purpose. Of course he couldn't reveal that just yet, but there were other things to be done. What was his purpose? Chizuru wondered shortly after berating the others. In that time, the stranger was dragging himself off the ground and hobbling toward the bound brunette. He said nothing in response to her questions, choosing only to speak for his own agenda. "You were just ready to go out in a blaze of glory. High chance of death if you're complacent, high chance of death if you resist. You choose death and honor? What if you could kill your assailants instead? If you're so ready to die, are you also ready to kill a group of grown men?" he wondered as he stood in front of Chizuru. If one viewed his groin for any reason, they would find... nothing resembling a bulge of respectable size, no form of erection or even a desire in his hips to move. His eyes, however... they held something darker than the idea of sin itself.

Speaking of eyes that held something, Akira's eyes were soon holding a rare sight. According to Kokusei, there was nothing worthwhile for him to see. How could someone who had such a clever and dignified air about her make such an ignorant claim? "That's not true," he insisted. Even with those dark tights, Akira could see more than enough. He could see perfectly the shape of her thighs, and even note her lack of undergarments under the black garment. That, for Akira, was enough to appreciate. Either way, she claimed his answer was the right one. In exchange for his answer, she extended one leg and drastically improved the quality of his view. If this was all some elaborate rouse to distract him from something... she'd definitely be getting her way. Ah, but she had an explanation. Advice was given for Akira to take advantage of perverse opportunities. If that would be the case, he had something different to say after all. "Then I'd change my answer. I'd sweep out your leg," he stated.

[Apollymi]

Kei was once again being treated to a certain oddity. Kazuhiko seemed to be mostly wordless, but she could assume her skills weren't falling below standards by the continued throbbing and spillage from his cock. Beyond that, it was a meal worth savoring so she would do so even while he struggled and squirmed without cease after her actions. In the end, Kei would slurp on the head of cock her tongue tracing it, tickling with mana while she experienced a mixture of fruit and nuts which she quite enjoyed irrespective of anything else. "Mmm♥~" she happily moaned when her mouth rose, again, a small popping noise occurred as she looked over at Kazuhiko. "Eh? Are you okay up there, Ka-sen? i figured this could count as a treat for both of us... but I seem to have lost you~" she said her tone somewhat teasing. "I won't allow you to pass out on me, you know?~" she mentioned as her tongue trailed down his shaft, touching several points and pulses as it moved. Well, it wasn't as if she was going to do anything but continue to tease him, if he was going to make himself so pliable.

A couple of the men were confused by Chizuru's attitude, but that wouldn't stop her from having it. Yes, she was captured, and yes she might have been about to die, but that didn't mean she planned to cry or plead with a bunch of simpletons. No... there was power in remaining calm and improvising even when you knew the whole performance had gone to hell. "Are you sure... doesn't seem like any of you were ready for that good time. You started armed and dangerous... remember?~" she said in that same teasing voice. Ah, but she was told to shut up, so her lips would be sealed for a few moments there after, aside from a bit of laughter at her own joke. Meanwhile, that broken man pulled himself up off the floor and stood before her. He'd not answered her question but she could still see him clearly. He didn't seem bothered at all... he would have been a cool partner for an improv class. But what was he saying? Killing instead of going out in a blaze of glory? "Huh? Character shift from crazy harlot to murderer of amusement? Hmm, never gave it consideration before. Never killed anyone before either... if I could though... that might be a role worth stepping into, I was planning to get into some more sketchy stuff, thought I had a bit more time. Ah, that's tough, I really want to know what it's like now... Nii-san, don't dangle new roles in front of me! I thought this was my swan song~" she said looking into those sin filled eyes. "Oh, you did on purpose didn't you..." she said a devious little light flickering in her eyes. "Heheh...." she giggled. "Heeee...haaa...hehe..." she continued, how could she not this change in script was spectacular... too good to pass up. "KWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~" that laughter became maniacal. "Yeah, I'd do it."

At the same time, Kokusei was standing over Akira and hearing him claim that there was something to see. She couldn't help but chuckle as she expected that sort of response from him. He was one of a few who had an extreme appreciation and a perverse streak which made her insides tingle. "Oh? Do you plan to give me a dissertation on your picturesque view?" she said somewhat sarcastically but still, she would have at least listened to him. Ah, but that wasn't all, with one foot up over his head, it would seem the lad in question if given the ability to move would sweep her leg instead of remaining still. She looked at him oddly then. A finger extended from her right hand to tap him in the forehead. What would occur next would be something like a small shock, as if her body was full of static electricity. "Do it then," she challenged while staring him down. Whatever he wanted in the moment, she was amused to find out. How would he behave at the start of his journey? She couldn't really call it but she knew of the start of this day and wanted to find out for herself what kind of man 'Kurusu Akira' was in this moment in time. Male sheep had horns after all... she wanted to know what his were like.

[Bloodedge]

The decisions coming together in Kazuhiko's mind would be released in time. Alas, that wouldn't happen in the moment ─ it couldn't. So long as Kei's mouth had his cock in captivity, he would be far too enamored to focus o the future. Right here, right now was where he had to exist in perpetuity. Kei's claim that it was meant to be a treat for both of them... while probably true from her perspective, was a winning exchange from his. "No way," he argued. His one mobile hand had already dropped the phone previously held within. Now, it was rising just to flash a shaky thumbs-up. "Winning. Winning so hard," he declared. "I'm never gonna pass out again. Gotta stay awake. Gotta be there for everything," he rambled. Was he even still speaking to Kei at that point? He may have just been speaking in general. . .

Chizuru didn't seem too opposed to the idea of murder if necessary. In fact, she'd already devolved to such an extent that it registered as an act instead of a life decision. A dream deterred was not truly such, though she initially believed it was. Chizuru even lamented the idea being thrown her way when life was nearing its end. Ah, but her life wasn't ending today. The stranger had already made his choice today; he just wanted to know what Chizuru's would be. In the midst of her maniacal laughter, the gangsters became a little antsy. One of the men holding a knife began inching forward, thinking it best to deal with a potential issue right away. "There's nothing wrong with death. If that's the choice you would make... I support it. Don't be hasty," he warned both Chizuru and the yakuza members. In the next moment, the young man was lunging forward. His body spun counterclockwise, causing his bleeding right arm to flail outward, flinging blood toward Chizuru, the man holding her hostage, and the nearest assailant. With the two men blinded temporarily, he had the freedom to kick the knife from the third man's hand... directly into the face of his final comrade. Swiftly did he move to snatch that man's knife in the middle of his fall. One more step would have that knife puncturing the first disarmed male's kidney from behind, the second-in-command's neck while he tried clearing his vision... all to end between Chizuru's head and the boss's nape. The stranger seemed out of breath by the end, but he appeared to be in crippling pain since he was first seen. A fourth stabbing wouldn't leave him in a worse condition at all. "The neck or the dick? One of them is already broken," he warned. The last standing gangster had little choice but to release Chizuru in that moment, but then... the stranger collapsed to one knee. "Hngh! Not yet..." he muttered. Sadly, it seemed the boss was willing to leave his comrades behind in favor of escaping down the alleyway.

Akira wasn't making any progress on figuring out this woman's motivations. He was, however, given reprieve from the idea of any malicious intent from her. She even outwardly expressed a curiosity about his... observations and whether he planned on sharing the details. "Not really," he replied. Moments later, Akira had something else to deal with. He'd changed his answer to the previous hypothetical, and with that came the forward movement of Kokusei for the purpose of touching his forehead. The jolt that immediately traveled through Akira's body was something like a normal shock, albeit throughout the entirety of his body. It was strange, but stranger still was her demand. How was he supposed to do what he'd said? He couldn't even move an arm... except, he felt as if he could. Could he? Yes! Everything within Akira said to question why his body felt fine so suddenly, but he wouldn't waste an opportunity. Instead, he'd sweep outward with one arm in an attempt to take out the leg farthest from his core. Even if that feeling was a mistake, surely the risk would be worth the potential reward of her falling into a split atop him.

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko had dropped his phone at some point. It was caught up in the webbing created by Kei, but the lad himself seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment or two. Still, by the time Kei had something to say to him... he claimed he was winning and even had thumbs up to offer the girl. She supposed then, she wasn't doing anything bad and could definitely count this as a worthy treat for the man in question. At the very lease, Kei could say he was worth the effort of doing this for which was about all she needed to continue her own actions. "Of course you're winning..." she said in a more typical tsundere fashion. "Still, you have permission to sing my praises... if you can manage~" she uttered in a rather challenging way. Well, she was still a sadist, if he was going to be incoherent and broken she might as well push it to the limit. This wasn't just about pain or anything after all, it was about the scramble and the squirming. And with her words spoken she went back to the job at hand, mouth once again wrapping around Kazuhiko's cock as if she intended to wring him of his bodily fluids. He was worth eating and thus in Kei's own mind worth enjoying, those pulses would continue as well, as the magical nature of her form and sensory organ of choice was used to full effect against the young man.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was changing her act, or rather... accepting one as a life decision. Murder wasn't something she would have thought of doing on her own, but it was definitely something she could have done if she'd been capable. Instead, of that though, what she got to witness after a moment of laughter which obviously unnerved several of the men present was... a fight scene the likes of which movie directors wished they could choreograph. Chizuru's eyes sparkled as she took in the view of it. Her eyes closing as a splash of blood came her way, her eyes opened back up to see blinded men stabbed individuals and eventually that dark haired young man holding the leader at knife point and delivering a pointed threat. Chizuru was dropped as the leader ran off, apparently she was no longer worth all the trouble of keeping hostage. "Sugoi, sugoi!~ Great action sequence... perfect movements and even someone running off and leaving his men behind. Peak cinema.... landings a bit rough though," she murmured as she walked over, pulling her shirt back in place in the meantime. "I'm willing to forgive the tattling. Though I don't think you'll make the bus, help for help seems fair enough," she mentioned as she extended a hand to the lad, willing to help him stay up, while picking up her bags and adding a few kicks to the men peppered all over the area, mostly to check their lives but also because they'd led her on, it was kind of a disappointment really.

At the same time, the soft spoken Akira was not going to be giving Kokusei a full explanation of his observations. That was a bit sad, she would hav enjoyed hearing what he thought of this form his first time seeing it. "Shame..." she said almost teasingly. Ah but what of his changed mind. It seemed that he was starting to believe, or at the very least, choosing to go with the flow with more than a little bit of ease. What would happen, her leg would be swipped and she saw it coming but the force of it would make her body collapse atop him, her legs split open across him as she softly bounced. 'Oh, I like this kind of thing...' she thought as she allowed a ripping sound to echo those thights ripping open around her nude loins. "You really went for it huh? That might hurt a bit more later~" she claimed for him. "Good thing I'm flexible or this would have stung a bit~" Kokusei mused, but he was finally on the move, so now what? Did his perverted mind just want that split or was he moving on to something else? She supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.

[Bloodedge]

Kei had long since been acknowledged as a tsundere. In the past few minutes, it became clear that she was something more: she was a sadist. Beyond her earlier behavior that involved stepping on him, she was now giving 'permission' to sing her praises. That was one of the more familiar tsundere traits to see. Despite calling it a matter of permission, it was more likely a matter of desiring affirmation. Kazuhiko never thought he was good at such things; he could only speak his mind. He could hardly even manage that as Kei's mouth seemed to be dragging his soul out through the end of his cock. "Gah! I don't know how to do that! Never seen something that wild before!" he admitted to his own loss for words. After two goddesses, a Saint, the other student council members and whatever the hell Ashikaga Kimiko of the future was, Kazu was still drowning in ecstasy from this new show of technique from the white-haired lass. "Can I use an I.O.U.?" he wondered, hips undulating as if to seek some form of reprieve.

Following a quick dispatch of the rowdy gangsters, the stranger found himself incapable of continuing. He could have ended the leader before that escape, but... his earlier mention of karma was true, and it was quickly catching up. Thoroughly did the male suffer while Chizuru commented on his execution. Being so used to spiritual suffering as he was, though, it wasn't too much of an issue long-term. "The landing is usually the best part," he groaned. Now, his greater purpose was about to be realized. Chizuru offered him a hand and some help with his situation, doubting he could manage the bus. His left hand took the offer from the bloody-faced lass, and he managed to drag himself up again. "I just need a bandage... and to do a good deed. Karma needs balancing," he said somewhat cryptically.

In the meantime, Akira was taking a gamble. He still hadn't figured out a single thing about Kokusei, but obviously she wasn't to be trifled with. If her demand was for him to act on mentioned desires, he'd do it. Where were the negatives? That first action showed nothing but positives, as a simple sweep of Kokusei's leg did have her descending into a split atop his torso. Interestingly enough, Akira noted no pain from ribs that should have been cracked and bruised. Ah, but apparently that would hurt later. Oh well. "Later's problem," he said simply. Far more important than Akira's future pain was something he heard: the tearing of Kokusei's tights. He could see nothing beneath her dress from this angle, but... what was really stopping him? As things were now, surely he could... pinch that dress by the tail and lift it. Carefully did he go about that attempt, still a bit wary of this woman. She hadn't brought any attention to his bulging erection, but there was no way she hadn't noticed the sheet tent that now protruded behind her ─ it was there during her entrance after all. "You haven't said what you're here for. Is this your whole plan? Seeing if I'll actually go through with something like this?"

[Apollymi]

Kei was a tsundere, she had a bit of a problem with emotional maturity. Even so, it seemed that she could ask for things... in the round about way which some would have called cute. She gave permission for her praises to be sung, and what she received was a claim that Kazuhiko didn't know how to do it. The man claims hit her ears a bit like a compliment. His brain wasn't working well enough for him to have words to describe how awesome she was, "Hmph, I can offer reprieve until you find the right words..." Kei mentioned, though the blush on her face implied she was quite pleased just the same. Ah, but those moving hips of his were something different. Now that she was working on his cock in earnest, she took that as more squirming so it only became more interesting to provoke the movements. But still she wouldn't allow him to move away. Those undulations were following by the girl's mouth as if she'd cornered tired prey. She'd be unrelenting for the following moments, assaulting his cock with her tongue, mouth and throat alike. All the while she was happily moaning about the entire thing, it really was quite tasty.

At the same time, Chizuru was finding out that the landing was usually what stuck with this man. "Ah, so I just caught you on an off day. Damn that Lawnmower-dono... keeping us just shy of greatness!~" she exclaimed in her nonsensical way. It was interesting, seeing an entire group of men dispatched with haste, and she even offered her 'savior' a hand up. Still looked a bit worse for wear, but he claimed he'd recover with just some bandages. It would be now that Chizuru had to make another decision. Well... her mind said this outcome was potentially better than any others. What was the problem if a single Yakuza type knew where she lived, she wouldn't be here for a few days after this anyways. That was fine, she supposed... she could help him out this day, and so she'd move towards her apartment with him in tow her own bags in her other hand. "Come along then, Nii-san. I have a first aid kit at my place. I doubt I can be helpful with a good deed but I can at least get you fixed up, since you got me out of a tight spot and all..." she offered. A bit of slow walking later and she was leading this lad up a set of steps and in front of her apartment door. She slipped her keys out of her pocket and aimed to unlock the door. "Sorry my place is a bit of a mess... but make yourself at home," she claimed. Her place, was a bit of a mess. It had a studio layout. A desk pushed up against one wall, a small couch in front of and splitting off of a small kitchen. A short table and off to the side a short hallway leading to a bathroom. On the other side a bedroom with a tripod set up in front of the bed. There were random clothing articles strewn about, a glass on the table half empty and... a pack of cigarettes on the balcony window. It wasn't unclean just obviously messy, like she'd not straightened up all week.

At the same time, Akira was finding out the fruits of his gamble. Ah, what was more he didn't have a pain based reaction much to Kokusei's satisfaction. She'd borrowed that trick from a series she'd followed once and knew it wouldn't last too long but she also couldn't bring herself to have fun with someone who couldn't move a bit. She wasn't willing to lower herself to the job of real nurse maid. "Good attitude," she claimed. "More action, less waiting... You'll miss what's important being so wary," she expressed She knew how she'd falling, so close to that erection of his, which she'd known about for the duration of her trip. It was such a pronounced thing. A beacon in the sea of his sheets, leading the way towards nirvana. Akira thought he still hadn't figured out why Kokusei was here... was her entire plan simply seeing how far he would go? Well, yes... but also no, there was a certain balance to be achieved and a seed to plant. In addition, he needed to learn to use sex at the weapon and tool it was... to avoid the pitfall coming his way. "I haven't said what I'm here for... but does it matter?" she wondered. "Seeing what you'll go through with is part of it, seeing how you are is also part of it..." she expressed. "You're a bit slower on this end of the development you'll leave a hole in your absence and those are dangerous," she said in a straightforward manner.

[Bloodedge]

Despite Kei's claim that she would offer some reprieve for now, the look on her face told Kazu she'd already found some form of praise in his words. He wasn't conscious of how that came about, but a win was a win. It was a stroke of luck that she let him off the hook either way, as speech was something he found quite difficult. Kazu's hips were moving in such a way as to seek relief from stimulation, if only for a moment. Alas, Kei was obviously having none of that. She moved with him. Her relentless approach only worked in the assault's favor. In time, the only thing moving with more vigor than Kazu's hips, was the twitching of his cock within Kei's mouth and throat. "Gngh─! Not gonna make it!" he warned as that squirming even reached his spine. "Huah!" he exclaimed thereafter. His one free arm moved swiftly, reflexively even, toward Kei's head. It seemed his goal was to push against it, but all he managed was grabbing her by the crown by the time an explosion of almond mana burst forth from his member.

The tattooed man would be taken to Chizuru's abode after a bit of deliberation on her part. She deemed it safe enough, and even offered use of a medical kit. Little did she know, she was the source of a good deed he could use to reset a bit of karmic debt. Well... someone from this world had no reason to understand how such things actually worked, but that only made the near future more... fun. "Xiao," was all he said while being escorted down the street. By the time they reached the top of that staircase, Chizuru had the door opening, but one more warning to give about the state of her apartment. Did she think the man with a profusely bleeding arm would care about a mess? He'd probably make it worse by bleeding all over the place. "You should go first. Get that blood off your face," he advised. Xiao would use the next few moments to have a look around this apartment. This wasn't the home he knew Chizuru to have, but it did have some strong similarities. Traveling through time and various dimensions had its strange moments. . .

Akira found the purple-haired woman to be quite the impatient type. She warned him against being so wary while giving him reason to be wary. What an odd individual. She even continued to avoid mentioning her purpose here, going on to give another warning he didn't quite understand. "You know nothing you're saying is making any sense. Are you cryptic just for the sake of it?" he wondered as that skirt continued to rise. Indeed, there were no undergarments beneath those tights, just as he'd determined earlier. Now though... the tights themselves seemed to be perfectly ripped to reveal Kokusei's full undercarriage. Akira felt drawn-in, in a manner of speaking. This complete stranger was far too comfortable being in his presence, especially given all that was going on presently. He also had to question the sudden ability to move painlessly... but there were surely more important things. "So you're just going to let me..." There was no true end to that clause. Akira's hands were already moving toward the woman's hips, carefully grasping through casts with an overarching goal of sliding her back just slightly. All the while, his hips were rising. Uninterrupted, the end result would have that sheet tent wedged between Kokusei's buttocks.

[Apollymi]

Kei offered Kazuhiko relief, but it wasn't real relief. No, she was on a relentless pursuit... to help him achieve orgasm and gain for herself more of that delicious favor. If asked she would have called this part of devouring a good meal. Each movement of Kazuhiko's cock was met by thrashes of her tongue, her throat and the intricate mana of he rmouth. She tasted him as if he were a full course meal and enjoyed every second of it. Ah, but her antics would be getting the better of him at some point. He'd been let off the hook for giving more praise, if only because she found his lack of chattering encouragement in a different way. Still, his words would be coming again... this time in the form of an admission. He wasn't going to be able to hold out? Oh, she supposed that meant she was about to be fed in a more full way than her fondue spout. She prepared, pulled back a bit and found a hand atop her head as he released. It was so much more than she expected. She swallowed, she swallowed... she swallowed again. A mouth full of sweet, toasty almond flavored mana spilled in a quantity she'd not expected. Her stomach filled in a way that was unusual, but she didn't stop until the burst did. Then she backed away, softly... "Wwwwoh♥~ That's so much, it was so good~" she chimed. As she rested on her legs holding her face and happily experiencing the fullness of her own belly. There was far too much mana involved in an exchange like that, and though not a glutton by her own nature, good quality food did make her feel much fuller than the norm.

At the same time, Chizuru made a decision to help the man still bleeding in her own apartment. Well, it was the least she could do... she'd slip in, dropping her bags and keys by the door after getting the man's name. "Xiao? Sou ka, nice to meet ya, Ichinose Chizuru~" she gave her name as it would be on her door anyway. Whatever the case, she was told to have a go and clean the blood off her face, she nodded. "Hai hai, I'll be back with the bandages..." she said walking through her apartment. She'd be kicking clothes around making a walkway through the storm that had been her dressing and trying on outfits earlier in the day. She stopped in her bathroom, standing at the sink and using a wet cloth to clean the blood from her face and neck. She had some slight bruising around her wrists but nothing too serious. She also opened the cabinet in her bathroom, finding a first aid kit and a couple of rolls of bandages she'd bought for a mummy based Halloween special the year before. Well, at least that meant she had more than enough to offer that she'd not already used on her own form for sexy cosplay purposes. She'd emerge a few minutes later with a clean face and the necessary items to help Xiao clean himself up. "Lucky you, I did a mummy cosplay last year. Here ya' go~" she offered the man the bandages and sat on the table in front of her couch, fully willing to help bandage him up. "It's cool I played nurse earlier... I still got a little juice left for it~" she claimed in a teasing manner.

Meanwhile, Akira was finding out about the cryptic nature of Kokusei... nothing she was saying was clear, but that was also on purpose. Now wasn't the time for absolute clarity, now was the time for gentle nudges. "Do I look like the kind of girl who'd do anything just for the sake of it?" Kokusei asked directly while staring at the lad. Though she knew she was doing it just because it was necessary that didn't mean she was always like this. She had to plant seeds of understanding and allow them to flourish situationally. She was only here to save this lad from being sacrificed... the fact that she could also have a bit of fun, experiencing his earliest self was... fun. Speaking of fun for Kokusei, she felt the lad moving her body, she allowed it, she was shifting backward, finding his cock between her buttcheeks and him staring down the abyss of her body just the same. "Oh, no complete verbal thoughts when acting... ehehe~" she giggled. That was cute in this case, it seemed to be stuck between his softest self and the absolute deviant she'd expected. Perhaps it was a stage too early to expect that... well, she could try something else. She leaned back stretching a bit her arms extended over her head, drawing her chest, out a bit spilling into the area near her exposed arm pits as if she found herself to be just a bit stiff. All the tests were being performed to decide the extent of a handicap she planned to give, a seed needed specifics after all.

[Bloodedge]

Kazu really thought he'd seen it all from Kei. He thought that, but then came his ejaculation... which she proceeded to gulp and gulp, even though it seemed she'd yet to adjust to such quantity. Once she'd sufficiently indulged herself on his energy, she retreated and showed the most satisfied expression he'd ever seen on a person's face. Kazu absolutely had to snatch his phone again, ripping it from the web. He managed two, maybe three solid pictures as the visual added to his arousal. "That is the cutest thing I've ever seen," he blabbered unintentionally. Perhaps cute wasn't the word most would have used. Perhaps the little dribble of spunk at the corner of Kei's mouth should have negated any 'cuteness' aspects. Nevertheless, that was how he saw things.

Ichinose Chizuru. The young woman introduced herself to Xiao, and he immediately seemed slightly confused. "Ichinose?" he mumbled. As she moved toward the bathroom, he kept eyeing things around the apartment. Chizuru shouldn't have been in this reality with that name, right? He didn't think so. The one he knew in most realities was... Mizuhara Chizuru. Where did Ichinose come from? Well, Xiao didn't have too much time for contemplation. Chizuru eventually returned from the bathroom with some spare bandages in tow, while mentioning her cosplay hobby. "A mummy cosplay? You didn't use it for sex work? That tripod over there couldn't be for a lot of things. Does your boyfriend know already?" he asked. Xiao took the bandages nonetheless, and moved toward the couch to sit beside Chizuru. Her offer was one he'd easily take, if only because it may be a useful positioning in the near future.

Meanwhile, Akira was at the receiving end of another question. Did Kokusei look like the type who would do something for the sake of it? He could say no... but he could also say... "Sort of." That was his decision in the end. Something was off about this woman. Nothing he saw in her directly led to that assumption, but he felt there was something just under the surface ─ something not too unlike Chizuru. With Kokusei's body in position for an effective dry-humping, he made no immediate movements to begin such an act. Mobile or not, he was still heavily limited by casts and bandages. There wasn't much the young man could do. Well, there was something he saw the possibility of. With Kokusei changing her posture and stretching, drawing his attention directly toward that hint of breast and exposed armpit. Akira made a decision in the moment. He lifted himself up, his face inching closer and closer to Kokusei's torso. What would he do once he was within striking distance? Well, he'd proceed to lick the exposed side of her right breast, and he wouldn't stop there. No, Akira would aim to drag his tongue from that first point of contact into the woman's armpit.

[Apollymi]

Kei happily indulged for the first time in Kazuhiko's mana. Eating as one wouldn't expect anyone. Still, Kazuhiko got to witness the girl at her finest, even calling her cute. In so doing a few of those snapped pictures would also have a blush applied. "Hmph, I guess I should count that as praise," she uttered. Well, she wasn't displeased, how could she be, given how much mana she'd just ingested and how good it tasted. She'd completed the activity she'd mainly decided upon and having taken his power into herself she simply had to digest. As all good moments post meal she'd be making sure she had nothing on her face, the impeccable manners of the upper society not escaping her. Soon enough she was looking back at Kazuhiko's dripping cock and smirking. "Not done yet? As expected... you should consider yourself properly rewarded for the day. Still, if there's something else... I could humor you," she mused. He'd gotten both pictures and what seemed to be quite the impressive blowjob though she'd considered that more for herself given its start. Even so, there was a transition to make and she needed to know what he wanted to do next, thus she left it up to him, having taken the first bit for herself.

Meanwhile, Chizuru got something considered questioning about her surname after her introduction. "Yeah, it's not too common but it is a pretty good one~" she said about her surname. Still, there was more words to come from him. It seemed Xiao was mildly familiar with her work. Whether directly or indirectly. He asked after sex work as the reason for the extra bandages and wondered if her boyfriend knew about that aspect of her life. "I mean, I did post the lewds and stuff on OnlyFans... which is sex work by definition. That camera is definitely for some pov stuff, but it doesn't always involve other bodies. Spare good dick is hard to come by~" she said with a casual shrug. Once he was seated in front of her, she got an antiseptic wipe and looked at his arm, "This won't hurt a bit~" she claimed only to touch his arm, with the wipe aiming to clear the blood from it. "Or, it'll burn like Satan~" she said in a lightly joking manner. She thought over his other words while she cleaned him up. "My boyfriend and after today I hope he thinks of it that way... definitely knows about what I'm up to... he's probably spending his life savings on my OnlyFans for things I am definitely going to give him tomorrow," she said happily. Still she began to wrap the other lad's arm once it was cleaned, planting his palm between her thighs to guarantee he held still while she worked.

At the same time, Kokusei was finding out that she sort of looked like she did things for no reason. Well, that wasn't the worst response, she did understand how he came to that conclusion. Still there were many things that needed further hints but she'd be distracted from this for a moment. Why, that little stretching maneuver was likely just a left over. The person she'd been before this, had a certain flair for the dramatic. But Akira had a certain level of deviance, and though he'd not immediately attacked her loins or anything like that.. he instead sat up. He licked from the side of her exposed breast up and into her armpit. Kokusei's eyes widened just slightly. That lick delivered he'd find sweat free skin, which didn't taste of deodorant or anything like that. If he had anything resembling senses, she'd likely taste sweet to him, otherwise, she'd likely just taste of skin as surprisingly as that might be. "Oh? We're diving into full deviance, straight away... have you kissed your girlfriend with that mouth?" she wondered earnestly. "I wasn't expecting that... you're something else~" she teased as she wiggled her hips further shifting his meat between her cheeks and causing a bit more contact, even through the sheet.