Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

Sakura had no understanding of whatever face she was making in the moment, but it was apparently among the best seen by Kakihara. That was fine, it would seem that she would be treated to physical pleasantry and given the time to figure out how much power his mana had to offer, potentially anyway. She'd given some consideration to the idea that the lad might not be comfortable with the act of dumping his essence inside another. The protective barrier she'd made him abandon might have been there to hold sacred his fluids in the way elves guarded information. But no... no such logic was applied. He asked about the nature of her orgasm and claimed he'd be experiencing his inside her body as well. "Hai♥!~" she chimed seemingly pleased by that knowledge. 'Sou ka, that part of the 'Call of Creation' remains it seems. Whatever desire he had to stop himself seems to have disappeared. I should keep track of his virility over the course of his expulsions and see if he maintains the same level of physical activity throughout.' Sakura was pleased and her walls were still vibrating and would continue to do so as her womb was filled to whatever extent that happened.

Miko would be receiving an answer to her inquiry while Marisbury continued to hammer away at her insides. It would seem that he was not purposefully remaining outside of her womb that there was some sort of hiccup. Miko was willing to assume it was her simply based on general physiology and a nagging sensation in the back of her mind. Still, within the moment she could be nothing but pleased, even without the ability to complete the act ridiculously, sex was still rather just fun and given her own status she was fine to enjoy it the way humans did. "Mm-hm, good to know. We can always try again after I figure it out~" she chimed about the lack of depth. If anything it just gave them one more reason to meet up again before his vacation ended. Whatever the case friction might have been enough to do them both in, it seemed. Marisbury, claimed to be on the verge of another orgasm and was pleased that Miko was also about there. He seemed to think it odd to be affected this way and given what he was... he didn't expect it. In thinking this he called Miko incredible and changed his position enough to kiss her again during this moment. Miko for her part in this moaned her content while her body reached a fever pitch. Her core clamped down around him and she hummed her climax into his mouth. The softness of this moment combined with the thought that she might actually be potentially good at sex and seduction might have been way more a high for her than her human form might have thought possible.

[Bloodedge]

A single utterance was Sakura's response to Shota. He'd been trying to goad her into something a bit meatier than that, but there was nothing to be done about it by the time he thought to do so. It crossed Shota's mind to retaliate, to retract himself from Sakura's womb and spill himself on her face as an indirect act of asserting, but... no. His hips wouldn't stop moving, and her hole wouldn't stop squeezing. It would only be seconds in the future that Shota was attacking the girl's undercarriage with increased ferocity. His balls were slamming against her ass until a final deep plunge left him nestled and squirting into her womb. Indeed, squirting was the operative word. Though a bit beyond what humans should have manage, he'd not yet reached the realm of magical beings. A long moan passed his lips during that time, but the settling would have his breathing labored as a bit of 'teaching' was offered. "Whew! Wow! That was strong, Tohcchi... but I could teach you how to make it better for everybody," he said, strangely pushing back on Sakura's legs even more while his cock kept throbbing in abnormal fashion ─ for a mortal, at least.

Speaking of things abnormal for mortals, Miko's ability to satisfy the divine was a mark of mastery Marisbury couldn't even fathom. This wasn't a matter of her magical self being far beyond the reach of anyone normal. No, she was human, and he was the farthest thing from it in this world. It made no sense that she could affect him so, but Marisbury knew she'd just keep doing it regardless of what he thought. They'd even be trying again to achieve that proper penetration in the future, apparently. Of course Marisbury could be nothing but elated for having such an opportunity, but he could not voice a thing with his lips pressed against hers. What was the cause behind this limitation? Whether that was discovered or not, Miko would find the ejaculate of Marisbury pouring out and expanding that magical condom, but being absorbed into it before any of the would-be overflow occurred. During that time, Marisbury's mouth was agape ─ air escaping his lungs and spreading out onto the brunette's face.

[Apollymi]

In a moment Sakura found out something which was new. A normal human didn't truly have as much to offer by way of mana in these kinds of exchanges. Though he'd managed to make it to her womb and even had managed to elicit the types of physical sensations she could say she enjoyed. The resulting squirts into her womb were far below what she would have considered truly satisfying. Only an additional pulse or two would come from a bit of squirting into her womb. She'd liken it to a moment of surprise in the middle of a bout with a superior being, instead of something which should have marked the end of a round. 'Sou ka, humans truly don't have as much to offer by way of power, but... the consistent throbbing says that maybe there is more to come. Perhaps then it is the case, that humans simply do not have the ability to make large quantities of offerings at once.' Sakura made a hypothesis while Kakihara caught his breath. What was more he claimed that while it was good, he could teach her how to make it better for everyone. There was a certain desire for information so at the very least Sakura would hear him out. He was pushing back against her legs and was finding them able to go further back without it seeming to hurt or even disrupt Sakura in anyway. "What do you mean?" she asked as a simple expression of curiosity. By her own approximation humans should be ready and willing regardless. Only exceptional individuals were allowed to be truly demanding and while he was far beyond her expectations she didn't assume besides his carnal knowledge and that of card games he'd have much more to offer her. She supposed she'd be finding out eventually.

As that happened, it would seem that Miko and Marisbury reached an interesting point. Marisbury was spilling himself into his magical condom and Miko was receiving a final tap against her womb. Their mouths were initially still together and though Marisbury hadn't verbally agreed to her offer she had the feeling that he would given their understanding of wanting to spend more time together. 'Imagine getting him all the way to my womb and riding him instead. It'd break him!♥~' her mind chirped as she felt the warmth of his breath across her face and a few residual twitches within her loins. "Mari-sa♫!~ That was a good one!~" she said with a grin spreading across her face before she leaned up and pecked his lips once more. They could continue in this way all throughout the night and she wouldn't care at all. In fact, she would say that there was a reasonable amount of fun for them to have, even if sex was only considered the way humans knew it to be. And for her part in it, she'd consider it an early shot at bonding with one of the members of the Myouou who were far later in her cycle than maybe she'd like.

[Bloodedge]

Studious as she was, Sakura expressed an interest in the alleged teachings being offered. Shota took the time of her mental musings to push her legs back and gyrate his hips, grinding away and churning her cervix while leaking out a few additional drops of 'mana' as she would call it. "I mean... sex is for both people. You get that much, right? If we're fucking, I do something for you, you do something for me in return. It's called fair game," he preached. Not much to Shota's surprise, his cock wasn't losing any firmness just yet. Rare though that sort of thing was, he could blame Sakura's outright sex appeal in this case. Regardless, he kept yammering. "How many times did I get you off now? What, you don't have a little something to give back? You make it better for me somehow, and I'm motivated to make it better for you in return. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

Miko didn't have to worry about breaking Marisbury in the future. By all accounts, he'd been beaten and broken already. If nothing else, he couldn't make heads or tails of how she'd gotten multiple over on him. Ah, but the night was still young. There were many things they could still do... but also many things they couldn't do. Ah, that reminded Marisbury, he still hadn't given a proper response to the lass. "We should try again whenever it works. I'd like to try something I've heard of from long, long ago. Sadly, it wouldn't be very functional while we can't achieve full penetration. Well... I suppose it would still be possible, but a little awkward. Maybe we should make a deal to save it for when we have full range?"

[Apollymi]

The alleged teachings that Kakihara had to offer were... odd. Sakura listened to his speech as he gyrated against her undercarriage and pushed further back on her legs, seeming to be rather close to folding her up with his physical pushes. While she felt no pain from this, it was rather odd to consider being so physically exerted. She wasn't normally in such a state. She'd have to think about it more later. In return, she was told about how humans thought of sex as a fair exchange of give and take. She could understand this but perhaps they valued things a bit differently. He claimed by his own calculations that she'd gotten off quite a few times but had given not enough in return in someway. How odd. "You are speaking as if this exchange is unfair, but you've gotten off and will continue to do so. I can still feel you inside me so... what motivation do you seek from me?" she asked that question specifically. Kakihara made it sound like she had some great influence over his motivation but as far as she could tell his body was already fully motivated and his actions went above what she thought normal for a human. Whether or not she'd actually offer more was a complete aside as she'd already told him she didn't play at pretend emotions so basically her real response would be determined by how he clarified himself.

While Sakura worked her way though the least direct human speech she'd come across lately, Miko and Marisbury reached the end of their most recent bout. Though they seemed to be limited by the physical nature of Miko's body presently, they both still appeared to be having a great deal of fun. According to Marisbury he had something he wished to try and it would be more easily accomplished when they fit together like they should. Miko could take that as more motivation to get to the point at which they could, if only because she was legitimately interested in this phantom new thing Marisbury had to offer. "Oh? Something new? I like new things... it's a date, Mari-sa♫~" she sang happily. Since the night was still young she supposed they could continue as they were, with a grin spreading across her face she had but one thing to say. "Until then, you could always flip me over and we could go at it like that... I'm sure it's loads of fun!~" she flirted just a tad. Though they couldn't reach true depth they could have a lot of fun with positions and angles, and Miko was far from trying everything she thought.

[Bloodedge]

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

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

[Apollymi]

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

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

[Bloodedge]

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

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

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

[Apollymi]

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

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

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

[Bloodedge]

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

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

[Apollymi]

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

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

[Bloodedge]

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

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

[Apollymi]

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

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

[Bloodedge]

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

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

[Apollymi]

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

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