Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko's most recently admitted thought process was one he could understand as interpreted praise. Of course it was, but the issue about that was... the fact that he never even meant to say it aloud. Oh well. "Eh? Oh... I actually didn't mean to say that outside my own head. Don't count that one!" he pleaded. Whatever praises he owed Kei, he intended to make them a conscious effort. Kazu also intended to make the most of this moment with Kei, and it seemed she intended to do the same. Strange though, was how she wondered if there was something he wanted. Confusion spread across his face with great quickness. "How could I dare?!" he asked with no hesitation. "Free footjob and the craziest blowjob I've had all week! That's a thousand year week full of sex with goddesses and most of your friend group, by the way! I don't have the right to ask you for anything else! What can I do for you?" he wondered.

Chizuru explained her use of bandages for lewd images on her OnlyFans account. If that was the most she used it for, it was a shame. Xiao knew how frequently this woman was wrapped, chained or otherwise bound for sexual purposes in her alternate futures. Maybe that would be his plan moving forward? Whatever the case, this one had an understanding that spare dicks for her recording were hard to come by. Well, that wouldn't be true for very long in this timeline. "Sou ka," Xiao replied apathetically. Moving right along, he soon had a hand squeezed between her thighs to still it, though for no real reason. Chizuru offered a gentle warning that her antiseptic may burn, but he felt nothing from such things. While she applied it, Xiao looked as calm as someone having lotion rubbed on their skin. There wasn't even so much as a twitch of fingers between her legs; he just kept up the conversation at hand. "Brand new relationship, is it? Sou ka. That's a strange time to make the decision of throwing your entire life away, don't you think?" he questioned of Chizuru's earlier choices.

As for Akira, his day would only become stranger in a single moment. His tongue dragged slowly across Kokusei's armpit, yet... it was unnaturally lacking in sweat for someone who scaled a building so recently. Moreover, its taste was... odd? There was a certain underlying sweetness as opposed to the salty note he expected. Though it just barely registered, it was surely there. Kokusei herself spoke of his deviant behavior as if she wasn't surprised by anything but the early reveal. She definitely knew more about him than others did. Moreover, she mentioned his 'girlfriend' in the same breath. Did she mean Mami? Perhaps she meant Chizuru, whom he supposed he had some form of strange relationship with now. Either way, Akira realized the answer was... odd. "No," he said plainly. With Kokusei wiggling in such a way as to wedge him further between her cheeks, Akira was motivated to drag his tongue across her armpit again. It was such a strange thing that met none of his expectations... but the same could be said of this woman in general.

[Apollymi]

In moments of conversation, small things about Kazuhiko's personality were becoming obvious. For instance, she was told not to count what he'd just said towards the praises she'd receive. He'd apparently not meant to say those things outside of his own head. She could in this moment, understand what had endeared this lad to the other women in his life. He had no reason to push so far, to be above the standard, so why did he bother? It was just who he was as a person. "If you're so adamant about it. Fine." she said though there was a soft thudding in her chest that let her know her appreciation for his personality wasn't simply a passing fancy simply because she enjoyed the way he looked. She'd gone into a more normal tsundere stance and been confronted about a thing. How could he dare ask for something else. A tirade escaped Kazuhiko about the nature of his week, and Kei's place within it. A free footjob, and a blowjob which he considered of the highest order considering his partners of the week were goddesses and her own seniors and friends. How could she do anything but blush. "AAAH! THAT'S WAY TOO HONEST!" she claimed only to cough quickly. "I mean... I don't mind that. It's good to know I didn't just get lost in the group. Everyone likes to standout. I don't have a lot of experience yet. So..." she paused. She wasn't really the type to ask for things, the tsundere was a bit too strong, it was simply less embarrassing to stick to her own type of conversation. "I'll allow a secondary reward and share me with you too..." she offered, opening up her legs and beginning to slide those panties down her hips, so that her meaning wasn't truly missed. Well, Kei didn't often share food... if she was offering herself up as a meal, it was a rare treat indeed.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was now treating Xiao while sitting on her couch. The lad himself didn't seem to bothered by the burning which was applied to his skin before the bandages. Even those fingers of his were still, which made her thighs twitch, if only in response to too much stillness. He also didn't have any truly disgusted reactions to anything concerning her 'sex work' whether he knew the full details or not, which kept him in the mostly neutral to good territory as far as Chizuru was concerned. Light conversation would continue as she began to wrap bandages around his arm. "The worst part is over~" she claimed only to find the right strength of wrapping as she moved from the top of his arm downward. As they were still conversing she'd answer his questions... she supposed her actions looked odd to him. "I'd been trying for a while, but got cut off by one of those manipulative annoying fake-nice mean girl types. She irks me she can't even get the 'queen bee' thing right. I didn't get a chance for a solid reveal at first because the walking red flag planted itself... not even in the good way either," she said with a cheeky smirk. "As for my swan song, that was the final plan. I did think if I could maim two... I could potentially outrun them... it was the best I could manage at the time. And I did fuck him at least... so I reasoned I'd always have that win to carry me through to the afterlife. Oh and the thought of haunting that bitch and ruining her life a bit also cropped up... it was a complicated few seconds~" she said in a manner that was light-hearted and joking but the words were morbid and dirty. Not that it mattered, such a contradition was normal for her. "Oh speaking of, I was supposed to text him when I got home..." she said finishing with that wrap and picking up her phone to send a simple message. "Made it >:P"

At the same time, a different sort of question was being posed to Akira with apparently less surprise than he expected. She also noted that he didn't seem to dislike the taste of her skin but that he seemed a bit confused, still not confused enough for her to assume his senses were open at all. They were much earlier in this time line than she assumed, when she'd showed up. At the answer of no, about kissing his girlfriend she sighed and began to chide him, "Well you should. A couple of freaks like you should go all in..." she said honestly. There was no use questioning their likeness and none whatsoever in avoiding the truth of their pairing. Though their mana signatures weren't all over each other... there was an obvious hint of it. And with her hips just gently moving in his lap. Even as his tongue traveled a secondary time only a smug little grin would be spreading across her face. "Experimentation or just perversion?" she questioned him directly, while reaching behind herself and allowing her finger tips to trace the head of his cock between her buttcheeks and the sheets.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko offered only honesty when he spoke. Upon receiving said honesty, however, Kei suffered a bit of an emotional explosion. Well, he wasn't going to sugarcoat it. She'd done something in a way goddesses and their ilk had not. Sure, those same goddesses and others weren't exactly masters in terms of experience, but their constitutions and innate abilities did more than one could imagine. "Just telling it like it is. I don't think you could get lost in the group. I've been interacting with all of you, and everybody I've seen has something different and awesome about them. Once that personality bleeds into actions, it's just... wow," he declared. There were no other words in Kazu's mind to explain the situation. Even among the five council members, he saw drastic differences, each qualifying as an incredible individual by her own merit. Even knowing another firm tsundere for a thousand years, Kei managed to stand out. That could even be said about her choice in undergarments as they slid down her legs for an offering Kazu would never turn down. That wide, goofy grin of his returned with a vengeance, and his eyes locked to a glistening flesh pocket he supposed would soon be his feast. "I'll take it! Chair-sama Kazu is in the building!" he announced excitedly.

All the while, Chizuru was giving Xiao the rundown on her relationship status... and the one that got in her way. It was always interesting to note the differences between one reality and its parallels, whether big or small. Nanami Mami was likely the culprit in this case. Ah, but that didn't matter now; it would just become another stepping stone in her and Akira's future. Chizuru's alleged swan song was a gamble for the ages ─ one that took solace in what she'd accomplished before a potential death. How pitiful, Xiao thought. "You can do better than that," he said without much thought. Moments later, she was done wrapping that bandage around his arm. Chizuru recalled an agreement to send Akira a message upon her return home, but Xiao couldn't allow that, given some circumstances beyond the physical realm. Ah, he could actually use that interruption as well. She typed that message, but she'd be given no opportunity to press the send button before Xiao's bandaged hand swept through the air at an impossible speed to knock the phone away. Now was his time to play the villain. "Why would you bother doing something like that? You already threw your life away today," he claimed.

While Xiao seemed to be putting some sort of metaphysical wedge between the pair, Kokusei was advising that they get closer. With that statement, Akira was sure she was talking about Chizuru instead of Mami. The latter could never be called a 'freak' ─ especially not one similar to him. Now that he thought about it, they probably should have observed some level of kissing before the degenerate things they did. "Maybe next time," he said aloud. With a return to Kokusei's armpit in progress, he lapped away like his goal was to fold her skin over, or even offer a deep-cleaning service. Soon after, he felt a hand upon his cock through the sheet and heard another strange question. Was his continued licking a thing of experimentation, or just perversion? "Uh... is both an option? It doesn't taste like anything, so I'm curious... but it's also just something I wanted to do.'

[Apollymi]

Meanwhile, honesty from Kazuhiko came two fold. Kei did stand out among his experiences, and everyone also stood out in their own way. That was an interesting note, and something which also made her feel at ease. No one wanted to sow discord among their friend group. All that nonsense that Miko always spouted about the harem scenario working as long as what was being shared was worthwhile, suddenly seemed to have unknown merit. Maybe she should have played more games? "It's crazy that you can see the good in so much stuff, but... I think I like that about you... and I'm glad," she offered. It would have been an actual shame if Kazuhiko held the same kinds of standards that Kei was used to from the men in her life. She wouldn't have wanted to inflict those men on her friends, but now... she was glad to have been introduced to this young man. Still with her own oddities in the way her, offering was accepted with the same enthusiasm that Kazuhiko had been offering all day. He called himself a chair in this case, and Kei took that to mean he planned to have his face sat upon instead of going about this particular meal any other way. The goofy grin he maintained was well worth the effort as she discarded her underwear to move to take a seat she perched above him for a moment her knees settling on either side of his head. "Well, a lady should take an offered chair..." she mused as her folds came into the range of his face.

At the same time, Chizuru was being encouraged, well she at least thought those words were meant to be encouragement coming from Xiao. He seemed to have the strong silent type vibes. Odd bad boy maybe? Definitely looked and acted like a Yakuza but more or less the delinquent with a soft spot maybe? "Maybe... might have to invest in something a bit more real than Taekwondo... or maybe a taser to go with the Bear Mace. Hehehe~ Yeah, I could call it a joy buzzer!~" she mused as if it was all a joke. What wasn't a joke though was the man's sudden movement as she meant to send a text to Akira. She'd been quite busy before and simply meant a short text to let him know she'd made it home alright. But the sudden movement of the item from her hands and out of her line of sight before she could even press send. "Oya? That escalated quickly. Did you really save me from a group just to get me somewhere private to be crazy? That's a bit cliché~" she noted as if she was only a little concerned. She didn't know exactly what he was planning, though the mention of her thrown life and the lack of communication device implied a level of deviance she may or may not have been alright with still, if she was playing the victim today she supposed she could commit to it.

And while, Akira wasn't being contacted.. Kokusei was learning just how early in his journey he was. She'd seen him at several other points... including but not limited to a few semi-close to this one. Those versions of him were always a bit different but the core of their deviant behavior was the same. "There is no maybe, making marks works both ways. That is not a sheep situation..." Kokusei gave that information freely and without the cryptic nature of her other speeches. She was just about at the right point, to break free. Her hand on his cock seemed to not be too shocking but he apparently liked both as an answer to her most recent question. it was an experiment but also just something he wanted to do, she was bewildered by his words, as they implied a lack of care that didn't exist for most people. "So you thought they were going to taste like something and was still like, I going to lick it~" she said in a teasing manner. "By that logic I could have just sat on your face. Well, I still will~" she mused as she squeezed the tip of his cock between her perfectly manicured finger tips.

[Bloodedge]

Everything else had become a moot point for Kazuhiko. He was no longer a man, but a simple chair waiting to be used for its original purpose. Tunnel vision did not just apply to visuals in his case. There he sat, still stuck to a web, vigorously nodding his agreement for a lady to accept an offered chair. That continued until Kei's descent landed her knees on either side of his head. Once he felt the roundness of her rear against his torso, once his nose was directly assaulted by the scent of kiwi, anything left of Kimura Kazuhiko was officially gone for the time being. His mouth opened, but not at all for the sake of producing words. No, his only goal was a protruding tongue that would taste of kiwi juice in the most direct manner possible: by drinking it straight from the fruit itself. His approach was slow, calculated despite how mindlessly he seemed to go about it. In fact, it could be noted that his tongue didn't simply glide its way up that moist crevice, but instead swayed left and right along its path.

In the meantime, Xiao was disallowing the sending of Chizuru's message. As she claimed, his approached did seem a bit cliché based on available information. Sadly, he had little choice. Xiao was going to play a longer game than this, but her contacting Akira before it was all over would have ruined a crucial point in the story. "No, I didn't. You sending a text just wasn't in the plan. This is improv," he claimed. "I was going to go through the motions, maybe for the rest of tonight. Since I had to do that, though, a cliché rape scenario is the best you're going to get. Kurusu won't be hearing from you ever again ether way," he said, leaving Chizuru to whatever interpretation of that statement she came up with.

Kokusei once again wasn't having Akira's given method. She didn't like the 'maybe' in his statement, implying that he should be making a mark of his own. What sort of weird people was he dealing with lately? As if Chizuru wasn't strange enough, this woman was grabbing the tip of his cock through sheets while enforcing a healthier relationship between him and someone else. There was some sort of madness at play here, surely. Oh well. Akira had his own form of madness ─ the type that had him assaulting a strange woman's armpit with his tongue, despite having a relationship forming and another he still had strange hopes for. Even with all of those things in play, Kokusei's comment about sitting on his face caused an immediate reaction she'd surely feel against her hand. "That's sudden. Everything you've been saying is weird... though I can't say no to anything you're suggesting either."

[Apollymi]

A mistake had been made this day. Shirogane Kei seemed to be the type who wanted to experience some new things, but she'd not expected the rather sudden sensation in her loins as she sat on Kazuhiko's face. The lad seemed all too eager to begin and she was soon learning why. She thought her own food based obsessions might have been limited, to those within her friend group, she didn't imagine this turning into something which had a little yelp escaping her and her hips shifting just a little. A tongue waving around in her loins wasn't at all what she expected, and not a word had been spoken initially. Her face was heated to the brim and she was even gently biting down on her left forefinger as she moaned. "Mmmhmm♥~" did she have spare words, maybe, but her brain was far too busy challenging all necessary energy to her loins to do anything else. That build up was so deliberate it felt teasing and the steadiness of it, would have Kazuhiko receiving all the kiwi juice he wanted while Kei slowly built up to the throbbing in her loins.

At the same time, a different kind of mistake was being made. Whether Chizuru realized it or not... her visitor for the time being was a lot more dangerous than even his violence hinted at. With her phone knocked from her hands she pointed out the cliché of his actions and he claimed it was improv. He stated that it'd been his intention to carry on the motions and do something else, but now she would be stuck with a cliché rape instead. "You were going to commit for the whole night? Just writing yourself all the way in... my plans just go out the window~" she claimed in a lightly joking manner. Well, it wasn't a joke, she did have a character to debut at the convention tomorrow. Still his other words made her brow rise curiously. "Oya? Full Hentai Antagonist? Oh, is that why I can't text him, you planning on taking one of those... 'She's busy' pics?" she asked as if potentially excited by the prospect. Well, she was excited by the prospect, she planned to take such pictures herself, to discourage anymore injuries suffered for the sake of stupidity. "Though if you want to jump straight to the rape I suppose that's a little less NTR initially.... oh well," she stated. "You sure the rape route is the one? I might have hard time believing it given everything else that happened today... or is this the part where I find out it was all an elaborate ruse?" she questioned the plot of this scenario more than she managed actual fear at the idea of being raped. It was more exciting than anything else.

At the same time, Kokusei was busy talking to a lad about being a good boyfriend, while also very much physically placing herself between him and his goal... or goals. Even as he licked her armpit she claimed she should have just sat on his face. He called that sudden but claimed he wouldn't be saying no to anything she suggested. He found her words weird but that was also normal. "Of course what I say is weird, you're meant to remember it, even when you don't remember everything else. You have to take precautions when you plan to fuck people stupid~" she said in a manner both teasing and cryptic. "A throb because I'm going to sit on your face... I wonder if just mentioning the other things will make you cum all over the back of my dress~ What do you think, are you horny enough that the ideas are overwhelming?" Kokusei teased the idea of saying more, knowing fully well she had no shame and nor did his main partner, whether they acknowledged each other fully yet or not. Armed with the knowledge that they hadn't even kissed yet, she wondered if it wouldn't be better to just completely ruin the lad she was sitting on top of? Push all the boundaries and the limits he couldn't be spiritually awake enough to do anything but crumble, but... breaking people on days like today was quite fun. Just the same she rocked her hips backward pushing his dick downward before allowing it back up, like she intended to help him build an orgasm even as he licked her armpits.

[Bloodedge]

The rising journey of Kazuhiko's tongue was a long-lived one full of detours. Kiwi was such a powerful fruit, he had no issues getting lost in the moment while carefully absorbing its flavor. Frankly, he could call it too potent. If he tried to lap at Kei's loins too recklessly, Kazu was sure he'd experience some form of sensory overload. Would that stop him entirely? No; it could only force a bit of caution. He still couldn't be deterred from focusing a bit of reinforcement on his own tongue, not for normal purposes, but to abuse the newly-discovered gravity aspect of his mana. By the time his tongue looped around Kei's bud to begin its downward journey, there would be a certain friction applied due to his tongue pulling her flesh into it. He had his mind blown by her efforts earlier; it was only right that he do everything possible to return the favor.

Xiao was indeed going to commit to a night with Chizuru if necessary. Her plans were irrelevant, but she couldn't know the reason that was the case. "Yes. It would be easy. By that route, you'd even be begging me not to leave when the time came," he declared with absolute confidence. Regarding his apparent 'hentai antagonist' approach, Chizuru assumed he'd be sending a specific type of picture to Akira's phone. That wasn't the plan... but it was close enough. "No. I'm not going to send him anything. That's something you'll do yourself," he said. Moving on though, Chizuru unveiled a side of herself that he was quite familiar with. Many times had they openly discussed the 'story' of an upcoming sex scene in other timelines, as if they were cooperatively writing a book or play. "Do you have a better suggestion? It doesn't make much of a difference. Again, you threw your life away already. I'll at least honor your memory by taking your opinion into account. Be quick."

Kokusei was the most unusual person Akira had ever met... and he knew people like Chizuru and Ryuuji. She spoke like some sort of external force who could interpret fate or something ridiculous like that. Moreover, she spoke of precautions when... fucking people stupid, in her own words. Was that her intention with him? She certainly looked like the sort who could manage it. "That's... not the kind of thing you should say if you want me remembering anything but that part," he stated plainly, the claim accompanying another twitch of his cock. The thought of this strange woman sitting on his face was enough already, but that... oh no, even that wasn't all. Now Akira had a mental image of himself ejaculating on the back of Kokusei's dress. He imagined it being left there as a symbol to his accomplishment, as well as a symbol of how much she'd managed to work out of him. There was an entire video playing in Akira's head, and his dick danced to the beat of its soundtrack as Kokusei seemed to be simulating something even more deviant than before. "Is that something you want to happen? Because I'm pretty sure I can manage that. Two minutes, easy job," he rambled.

[Apollymi]

Kei was in for a treat. Magic when applied to sex was something that came naturally to many in her group. She'd not been trying to actively do anything, it just so happened that her sensory organ of choice was her mouth and thus most of her mana sensory abilities started there. Ah, but... what if someone could mimic that sort of behavior? Well, she was finding out what that was like, with applied gravity. That gentle pull around her bud when his tongue lapped made her squirm. Was this supposed to feel so good? She couldn't really think of why it shouldn't, she was also losing track of her own thoughts, as that pulsing built in her loins. She really wasn't used to this sort of thing, her core was twitching and rather suddenly she was orgasming extra moisture leaving her body as her thighs tightened around his head. "Aaah!~ That's good♥~" she moaned pleasantly. Of course, she would like this a lot more than she needed to... well... that was fine, she thought it would be good to go but she was the meal, if he was still hungry she'd leave the plate so to speak.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was hearing absolute confidence from Xiao. He claimed that by his own modus she might be begging him to stay. "Oh? Love the confidence, that's always pretty hot. Still, don't know if I'm the begging type... but I guess the line between demanding and begging could be pretty thin~" she said giving it consideration from a narrative perspective. "Hm, am I doing that... an early backstabbing is an interesting twist, especially consdiering how how I pursued him in the first place..." she mused. Ah, but they were now talking shop, as far as Chizuru was concerned. The story of this scene could be so much more than a simple rape at the end. It couldn't be a true NTR without some specifics but a bad end could be so much more than a rape or a murder. "Oh? Honoring my memory, that sounds ominous... I didn't know life came with such scary opposition~" she chattered briefly. "If we're going the bad end route regardless, dubious would be more convincing but in reverse. Yeah, that's a compelling story... go in like it's a good idea, thanking our dark savior..." she mumbled while holding up her fingers framing the lad's face and watching a movie of the scenario play out in her head. "Experience a change of heart, but it's too late. All the moments float by all the strings snap, pure mind break energy. That's the kind of way I'd want to give up my life, you know if I had to~" she said. Such a plot line was the type she'd have followed. Ah, it did turn a bit closer to one of the NTR plots she enjoyed as well... where the heroine in question, wanted to stay with her boyfriend and it was nice, but... the outside influence made it impossible to go back, even when it was something she wanted.

At the same time, Akira was being prodding into thinking dirty things and given an oddly direct approach for something not directly stated. According to him, Kokusei speaking of fucking him stupid was something she shouldn't do if she wanted him to remember anything. "Ehehe~ You've gotta be quicker than that~" she claimed with a knowing smirk. She felt the pulses of his cock in her hands and continued to move her body around it like it would amuse her. "I put a thought in your head and then I erased. Maybe it will come up again later... maybe it won't, dick brain and conscious brain get their wires crossed a lot, but that's why doing such things is good," she commented almost absently. "Sex is a weapon... use it," she asserted. As for her words about him jizzing on the back of her dress, she could see his mind working. It was always interesting to watch certain men work though things. There was a light of deviance in her eyes and an innate desire to break a working mind. As for the desire of hers to have him rain his semen up her back she smirked. "It wouldn't bother me one way or the other... though if you do it now, I'm still just going to sit on your face... think long and hard about whether or not you'd rather cum inside or outside~" she said teasingly. Of course there was more to add to stir the pot. "And yes, I did mean my ass by the way," she added just to see his reaction. She was tapering important words between flirts, hoping they'd find their home in the deeper reaches of his mind. He'd be given a handicap soon enough, and a challenge not that he'd fully understand that just yet.

[Bloodedge]

Just as before, Kazuhiko's phone was somehow missing from his hand. He didn't know when it fell again, nor did he care... but he now had a free hand to clasp Kei's thigh. In the time he took to do so, he found both of her thighs tightening around his head. It was an interesting mark of success, he thought. Equally interesting to note was how that gravitational pull manifested fully. The extra juices flowing from Kei's loins were also pulled toward his tongue, making it semi-permanently lubricated as its journey up and down her slit continued. Kazu had some ability to mimic a storm of some sort with his mana. He knew that to be the case, but it remained something he had to work on actively. Perhaps with Kei's continued allowance of his current behavior, he could manage to figure something out? Time would tell. . .

All the while, a would-be assault on Chizuru had instead turned into a casual chat about how things could go. She first doubted herself to be the begging type, but drew a fine line between that and demanding. "Nobody's the begging type until they have reason to beg. Instinct is stronger than pride," Xiao commented. Of course she wasn't the type who would genuinely beg... but everyone and everything had a breaking point. Xiao went on to hear the young woman's opinion of the optimal story between them. As many as they'd let play out together across the multiverse, he didn't think the same one ever happened once. Ah, but this was a rare occasion; the sacred timeline could only see so many of these opportunities. Her suggested dubious consent plotline had some potential. Besides, he could always assault her later, since his overarching plan didn't involve retention of memory for her anyway. Either way, the method by which her life would be sacrificed was shared. Xiao could honor that. So, with a snap of his fingers... he'd set the stage. "Done," he said. In that moment, he deleted a segment of time around himself and Chizuru, all to cause a shift in her memory. Her consciousness would return to the moment before her phone was knocked away, but the event itself had already occurred. Perhaps she'd experience some sort of mental hiccup. Her phone was gone, but so was the moment in which she realized sending a text was necessary. Just then, Xiao spoke to distract from the original line of thought. "So you were fine with your life ending just because you got the lay you were looking for first? I guess if there's one way to go, that's one of the better conditions," he said just after Chizuru's original comment about her sacrificial ideas in the alleyway.

Akira had a thought planted in his head, and then... erased? What? So few things Kokusei said made any sense to him. Well, it didn't matter to him in the long-run. She was at least right about the 'two brains' of men getting their wires crossed from time to time. One thing that stuck for Akira either way, was mention of sex being a weapon to use. He couldn't know the true meaning of that phrase... but he did interpret it for the present. "Sou ka..." Ever the 'silent protagonist' type was Akira, internalizing and rationalizing before many words or actions were used. Apparently, Kokusei wasn't bothered at all by the idea of having spunk all over her dress. There were some caveats, however. If he went about that plan right away, she'd just sit on his face... but there were more options than that. He could choose inside or outside, with specification given about Kokusei's ass. Well, that was quite a leap. Akira was clearly made more interested by the claim, though. "Inside your..." That wasn't a thought to be finished. As choices went, he had a difficult one only made easier by one simple fact. "The options are weighted. At this rate, all I'll do is ruin the only extra sheets I have here," he decided, still having that sheet between himself and Kokusei regardless of any decisions made or leaned toward.

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko took pictures and managed to do so in such a way as to still be present in the moment. That might have been something worth commending if Kei had any thoughts in her head besides how good she currently felt. She couldn't have described what it felt like to her if she had to, she was sure it was magical in some way though. She had to believe that it was magical this feeling within her loins and that was the reason she was still consciously sitting on his face. Well, he also seemed content to keep her there... his hand was wrapped around her legs, and he'd had no complaints to offer for the squeezing of his head either. While he learned his magics and devoured her, she'd simply enjoy the stroking and pull of his tongue while allowing her hips to settle and gentle moans to escape her lips. She didn't plan to let him up any time soon... he could keep going she decided.

While Kei made decisions for her own pleasure, Chizuru talked over the best possible scene she could think of, according to Xiao instinct was stronger than pride. Perhaps that was the case... "Is it? Never had to compromise..." she mused playfully. Ah but there was something else, an oddity occurring. Chizuru had explained the epic ending, and been told of an impending rape. Ah, but no. She was once again sitting on her couch just after her phone had been removed from her hand. No, she hadn't picked it up or anything obviously. What was she even doing? Oh right... she was talking to Xiao about why she'd been okay throwing her life away. "Yeah I was okay with it. It'd been building up to that one for a while... and I finally got it. And to pick his brain properly, it's been a good couple of days... running into apparently impotent gangsters aside~" she claimed. If she was going to go out, the highest note possible was the one to reach for, "I'd say it's weird how calm you are about all of this. Random girl says she'd die happy if a lay happened, and you're just like, yeah, that checks~" Whatever the case, she seemed to get more comfortable, though it did seem like she'd forgotten something.

Well, Chizuru wasn't the only one forgetting things, Kokusei was making sure that Akira kept finding, information and losing his train of thought just as quickly. Whether this was a completely purposeful endeavor was left up to interpretation. Still, it seemed like the important lessons were sinking in, even if he had no idea how important they were. Kokusei continued presenting options and little unrelated information ever so often, this time it would seem that he came to the conclusion he'd mess up his one set of sheets of they continued as it were. A grin crossed Kokusei's face as she shifted. "Your sheets are what you worry about... you sure you want to be so close to this body of mine without something between us?" she asked him while slowly pulling the covers away her body lifted as if to tease. Of course, it would only be made worse as she couldn't help but shift the covers and soon enough she'd be back, just the gloved hand settling against his cock as her body made contact with exposed skin as she found his gown already displaced. All while she shifted that ripping sound in her tights continued, as if more of her flesh were being exposed while she shifted about, even though it definitely didn't have to, oh well... she was teasing this man a bit. She thought a bit of happenstance was worth immitating.

[Bloodedge]

One day, Kazuhiko would have absolute control over his abilities. One day, he'd actually know how many there were to understand. Long before then, he'd continue losing himself in individual moments. He didn't know how long he intended to remain buried between Kei's legs, but he knew he wasn't done just yet. Five minutes? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? However long it took, he'd be there drinking from the running river, so to speak. In due time, his tongue was no longer simply dragging up and down. Kazu had found himself in position to slide his tongue into Kei's entrance just slightly, albeit with some difficulty brought about by that gravitational pull he'd created.

Compromise was not the way of Chaos, some would say in the future. If one thing could be done, and another thing could be done... both things could be done. One could simultaneously answer their pride and their instincts if the two became one. That matter would become relevant some time down the proverbial road. At their current juncture, there was a chunk of time missing... or rather, reset as Chizuru would see things. She was right back to continuing a conversation from earlier, sans the interruption that came from her remembering to contact Akira. "Does that make a good couple of days? It sounds like small goals being met. The way you're going now, nothing major will be accomplished. You'll all just wither away," he declared. As for Xiao's calmness in the face of her self-sacrificing notions... such things made no difference to him. If that wasn't clear by his actions alone, further details were on the way. "You're talking to the guy who killed most of the group who would have easily raped you with knives just to make up for the fact that they couldn't make you scream with their flaccid dicks. I wouldn't have bothered helping you if I intended to judge your suicide methods afterwards."

In truth, Akira wasn't concerned about his bedsheets at all. He was, however, concerned by the idea of being without them when someone else came along ─ especially given the state they would be in as a result. Besides, the sheets were mostly in the way of his real target in their hypothetical chat. Another question was asked. Did he really want nothing between Kokusei and himself? Well, that should have been obvious. "Well... how would I get anything on you if something got in the way?" he asked, eyes bouncing up and down while Kokusei shifted herself and the sheet. By the time she was back in place with that ripping sound returning, Akira was a throbbing fool still mulling over the earlier choice yet to be made. "I thought about it, by the way. I wouldn't choose just one. I couldn't," he decided. All the while, he realized Kokusei had to be staining her glove. Akira knew he'd already started a bit of premature leakage from her earlier shifting. Whether she knew or not... well, the way she'd been speaking implied there would be no issues regardless.

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko was learning his onw abilities, and Kei in turn was figuring out what she liked about this iteration of sexual activity. Even if he was just trying things, Kei found herself liking them, her body's natural reaction and the gravity created by Kazuhiko were practically pulling her fluids from within her body. He was being treated to kiwi juice and she was falling to sensation she'd never experienced before. There was the traveling along her slit which was pleasant enough given the work done, but by the time his tongue started to prod her entrance properly she was relaxing and shifting just a bit. Her legs were still twitching and it would only become more obvious as more little sounds lsipped from between her lips. That little bit of penetration seemed to tease, just enough that the building orgasm would spill after a few more minutes, leading to some heightened sensitivity. "Aaah♥~ Is this torture? I think this is torture..." she murmured quietly. "This has to be how kindness is used to kill..." she mentioned knowing full well that the jumping in her legs wasn't going to stop. Maybe she was a bit of a masochist too... she definitely wasn't prepared to get up, even as she felt like she was being overwhelmed by this lad's antics.

Whatever issues Xiao took with Chizuru's logic he didn't voice them immediately. She spoke of having a reasonable day or few days and she meant it that way. Apparently, her goals were small and that would lead to withering. She smirked and shrugged, her goals had been small, but they'd also been pointed. "I'm for the scene in front of me, and playing my best role possible in it," she claimed. "If being small time was the goal, I do it to the limit~" she asserted. Such was simply how she was, and how she'd come to the conclusion that every role, including the ones she played herself, was worth seeing as far as the path of them could take her. Still, Xiao's calmness would continue to be shown. He was alone with this girl in her house and speaking rather calmly about the nature of those 'rapists' once it became obvious that they couldn't use their god given tools to finish a job they started. That was a rather ominous thing. He wouldn't have helped if he intended to judge how she got out of that situation, "Sou ka, that's pretty fair of you... but that still doesn't say why you helped at all... I don't have anything to give you, and I'm definitely no one important enough to help you, obviously," she said casually. Actually thinking about it outside the adrenaline rush of the earlier moments, this man hadn't said at all what he wanted from her. Consideirng his actions even in the alley he didn't 'need' her help.

Meanwhile, Akira was using logic to get the sheets move out the way of his body. Interestingly enough... this was a small scale showing of what Kokusei was talking about. Sex as a easpon, logic of deviance used to further deviance. "Obviously, by going through the obstacle presented, but... I like the way you think~" Kokusei said. She went about moving, making sure that sheet was out of the way. She put herself within striking distance of his actual cock since his own gown was no longer in the way either, or hadn't been in quite a while. According to Akira he'd also thought about what she said earlier and he couldn't choose. She grinned at him, and there was a bit of haughtiness to it, but also a bit of menace. Yes, that glove on her hand was being stained, as she rubbed a drippy cock, but she also didn't seem to care about that. "Well, if you can't or won't choose just one, then you simply have to make sure you are capable of doing both... right?" she claimed. "No slack, no trying... do both and do them spectacularly~" she teased him siliding that stained gloved hand down the length of his shaft and allowing her fingers to tickle his testicles before she grabbed them and squezed.

[Bloodedge]

As Kazuhiko lost himself to time, Kei wondered aloud if he was employing some form of torture method. He wasn't beyond such things, of course. In fact, her mentioning the idea of it put the thought in Kazu's head. If she saw this as a form of torture by kindness, she obviously had no real issues with the concept. So then, why shouldn't he? The tsundere types were most entertaining when flustered. The time had come to figure out a method of that additional power. A tongue that had been pushing its way into Kei's canal was withdrawn slowly, and Kazu began to visualize his mana's movement while his tongue slid its way up her folds again. He'd find that bulb once more, encircling it while working with his own visualization and mana application. In doing so, he did manage to mimic a light gravitational storm of sorts at his tongue's tip. It would take only a few minutes of repetition from there for Kazuhiko to get the feeling right. At such a time, he'd be able to maintain that spiral of gravity independently of his tongue's movements.

Chizuru shared her philosophy on the screenplay of her own life. In lay terms, it could be said that she lived in the moment. Ah, but that was the form of Chaos she was meant to embody. Settling for the little roles would serve only the most niche purposes; she'd have to take on the star's role just as easily. The necessary mentality would be brought to light once Chizuru's confusion was expressed. She didn't know why Xiao helped her in the alley. She didn't think she had anything to give him in return, and didn't think she was important enough to help him. "You're wrong. If life is a play, it won't be any good without all of its actors. A full cast of side characters would be a terrible plot. If everyone's a main character, there's no supporting roles to bring life to the story. In the alley, were you the protagonist or the deuteragonist?" he asked initially, only as a setup to the major point. "No matter the answer, who's to say today's protagonist has to be tomorrow's deuteragonist? The alley was Chapter II: Act I. What role are you playing in Act II?" he wondered.

Kokusei spoke in ways that didn't make sense in the physical world. She claimed his way around blockades like that sheet could simply be going through the obstacle. Akira had a very strong and plentiful way of ejaculating by human standards, but that thought was ridiculous even for him. "That doesn't sound logical at all," he muttered. Shortly afterwards, Kokusei shared a few words that were perfectly aligned to Akira's train of thought. He couldn't choose between in and out, so of course the ideal outcome was both. The manner of that happening was in question, though. Which would he do first? Well, it seemed Kokusei wasn't leaving much room for deliberation in that regard. Her glove, lubricated by Akira's own fluids, traveled down his shaft to squeeze his balls. Air evacuated Akira's lungs in that moment, and the same could be said of a 'minor' orgasm oozing through his urethra. It was nothing significant... but perhaps more normal humans would have called it a little excessive. "Hngh! Both works! I like both!" he managed to say.

[Apollymi]

Kei was learning in the moment, that Kazuhiko was an active thinking innovator. While the things he offered sexually were good at base, he seemed to be striving for some unknown goal. In this case, her loins were being used as a testing grounds of his magical prowess. In this case, he was using magic in sex, not just as an effect of mana existing, but actively turning it into a skill. a swirl at the tip of his tongue was something she felt and tensed for, and then she relaxed into it, realizing that it was something he was actively developing. She squealed a little as she felt it, "Whoa~ Why can you do that?!" she questioned. "Ah!~ Don't stop though!~" she exclaimed immediately after her body easily going along with the necessity of orgasming over actually questioning this lad's developing sexual skill. If this was going to be like this, she'd definitely not be wanting to stop this sort of activity with Kazuhiko. She'd also never turn him down even if this was his only real skill. But she knew better already and as such she'd have to keep it up. Oh well, she'd lose her whole body's reserve of mana in this way, so long as she got to feel this exact way all the time.

At the same time, Chizuru's philosophy of life was one which was understood even beyond her own metaphor and specialization. She was a girl who lived in the moment, even so much so, as to see her life as an active play or some such thing. Still, as she moved beyond this, her curiosities concerning Xiao were ones which came with words from him. He made a good point, you couldn't have too many players in a good play. Every part meant something to the performance even that kid who was just moving a tree from the front was a integral part of the story in some ways. If she had to choose what she was in that alley, "Eh, probably just some sort of plot device to be honest. Deuteragonist usually gets hit with the DID..." she claimed knowingly. Of course, he moved on to say it didn't matter. That moment was only act one, what would she be in the second act. "Hm, that's something isn't it... I should be, the rescued but appreciative damsel. Definitely more of a protagonist, taking back power after being situationally helpless. Coming to terms with everything that happened and trying to repay the kindness shown to me while ignoring the trauma created by the situation," she murmured her way throught it. All the while, she seemed to be shifting gently. Her body taking on more passively open posturing. She looking at the man in front of her, showing him the subtle shift she tended to hide from most. That felt oddly right as she dipped into her repertoire for the right kind of response. "I don't think I could ever repay you for helping me... even after that whole, Lawnmower-dono incident~" she said almost softly... the edge was lost but that was for the sake of dramatic effect. She'd obviously be offering herself. "Still what can I get you? Something to eat or drink?~" she offered her aim to repay his actions with domestic offerings, she'd already done the nurses job after all.

Meanwhile, Akira was pointing out a lack of logic in going through the sheet. One day, such a thing wouldn't even be worth a second thought. Kokusei knew a version of him that definitely sat her down on his lap and went through clothes and magic to get where he was going. Ah, but that was a different reality and a different man... one who was not limited by his understanding of the world. "It doesn't have to make sense now... it just has to make sense eventually~" she claimed in an almost playful manner. Still, it seemed he was still distracted easily enough. That movement down his cock had him oozing by the time she grabbed his sack. After she delivered a squeeze and he lost air to his lungs he claimd that he liked both. That was good. "Good. Make your two things happen on your own terms, but remember I'm still making mine happen too~" she said with a wicked grin,. she'd shift a bit more. "Now then I'm still sitting on your face, forwards or backwards?" she asked wondering how he'd answer that particular inquiry. Still, she'd be moving that expulsion around his cock with her gloved hand soaked through seemingly amused by the sensation and wondering if the lad himself would be able to give a proper answer while she continued through that expulsion and worked him towards the next one.

[Bloodedge]

Why could Kazu do the things he did currently? At this point, any random person walking the street could have an answer equivalent to his own. Whether his abilities were innate, the fault of Father An, the fault of some interaction with one of the others, or the fault of... that random trip to Jupiter, he didn't have a clue. Either way, Kei apparently didn't want him stopping. Just as well, he didn't intend to stop. Kazu was enjoying, he was learning, and he was effectively developing something that would be used for the next eternity. He wouldn't stop... but he would continue aiming for evolution. The storm at the tip of Kazu's tongue was growing, swirling clockwise at a consistent enough pace that he could abandon that same pattern with his tongue. With that being the case, his tongue moved around in a counterclockwise circle to create a bit of opposition.

It seemed Chizuru viewed herself as neither protagonist nor deuteragonist in that alleyway scene. She saw herself more as a plot device, and believed a deuteragonist would receive the 'damsel in distress' treatment. "You were held at knifepoint by a gang of rapists who would have killed or sold you without my intervention. I guess you were a deuteragonist then," he countered. Chizuru's assertation was quite on-brand for her. In retrospect, she determined what sort of character she 'should' be rather than just referencing what she could be compared to. Whatever Xiao's opinion on the matter was, he wouldn't share... but he would think about it. She definitely fit the bill of an actress doubling as the director of her own story; she just needed the job. That part was his overarching goal here. "You want to be the protagonist. That usually goes to the best at auditions. Maybe a side character performs well enough to get promoted for the next project. But, it's your show. Promote yourself if you think you can handle it," he rambled for seemingly no reason at all. Moving on, Chizuru seemed contemplative about her ability, or alleged lack thereof, to repay his efforts. She even asked if she could get him something to eat or drink. "I didn't ask you to repay me. If it's something you want to do, the method is yours to decide. I don't really eat or drink much," he replied casually.

After being told how little sense her words made, Kokusei decided to... make even less sense. In one shining moment, Akira gave up entirely. It wasn't sensible, and the response wasn't either. Obviously he just wasn't meant to understand this woman. Did he have to, though? No; surely he didn't. Understanding each other wasn't important in the current situation, which was quickly becoming more deviant by the moment. He was oozing semen onto Kokusei's gloved hand, and she was reminding him of her original goal... while interestingly rubbing Akira's own spunk along his shaft. Her question was one that came with much difficulty. If she sat on his face forward, he'd have the best overall visual of her form. The other way around, however, left more opportunities such as the legendary '69' or something similar. There were no implications of Kokusei having such desires, but could Akira short himself on the possibility? No, he certainly couldn't. Besides, he'd been feeling Kokusei's rear atop him this entire time. Having that consuming his entire line of sight was not an opportunity to miss. "Backwards. No debate," he said with absolute conviction.