Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

Whatever life experiences lead Kazuhiko to his current line of thought, Kei was happy he had them. She was being treated to his developments in a way she'd not expected of anyone really. It wasn't as if she didn't understand that sex could be fun, it was simply that she didn't expect anyone to so happily oblige being in the same position Kazuhiko found himself in. What was more, while he was there, he wasn't simply going through the motions, no he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. In this case, she was feeling the swirling of his magic go one direction and imagine her surprise when she felt friction of the physical variety going the opposite way. Why he needed to do this, she didn't know, but that didn't make her less happy to be here. No, she could only shift her hips along with his motions and experience yet another orgasm as she gently moved. "Hmmm♥~" she gently hummed her content as more kiwi juice found its home on or inside Kazuhiko's mouth. "You're way too good at this!~" she mentioned, well, that was about the only type of praise she could truly offer as she could barely get herself together enough to do anything other than enjoy his experimentation. Well, at least that was the case at first, she found herself wiggling and collapsing under his attention, she be trying to crawl away at some point, how could she not, he was driving her mad.

Meanwhile, Chizuru and Xiao were discussing her 'passive' role in her most recent incident. She'd been the target of rapes before, that wasn't really surprising, but the fact that this wasn't exactly a rape in the normal way, and the fact that it would have definitely ended in less sex and more bodily harm was a point of oddity. Xiao then had to be the protagonist of that particular act, given the role he played and the end result of it. "I guess I have to step it up for the next act then~" she claimed. Well, there were a lot of nuances to that sort of thought process. And while she wasn't exactly excited to face a bunch of Yakuza rapists she could instead look forward to the next potentially traumatizing experience while searching for something more real. "I've got a pretty good handle on promoting myself for roles I want... I wonder though, does that mean you're switching from protagonist, to sensei?~" she mused knowing that it was how she thought of her pursuit of Akira. It also hadn't escaped her notice that the young man before her was way too calm about everything and going along with things a bit too much for him not to have some sort of ulterior motive. But that just made the whole thing a bit more interesting didn't it. According to the lad he didn't ask for repayment for his kindness and he didn't eat or drink much but she could do what she wanted... Chizuru looked at him almost oddly. "Sure you didn't say you wanted to be repaid, but the protagonist never does... unless they are in a dark series. Though I guess the rape would make it such there's a fine line nowadays with all the iseikai series dropping~ Still, if you don't eat or drink much... and I've already given bandages... I guess there isn't much else I can do..." she said seemingly blushing while being shy. Oh well, she wasn't really. No instead she was lifting her shirt and flashing this lad a prime view of her chest from up close. "I figured it'd only be fair if you saw them too, given you protected me and all~" she said with high amusement in her voice.

Meanwhile, Kokusei knew she was effectively holding Akira's attention even if he didn't understand the full depth of her words just yet. It was fine if he just wanted to be a bit more deviant. She also noted his lack of extra speech, she supposed so early on, he wasn't showing himself or maybe... he wasn't fully himself? Both were options she supposed, regardless of which way it went though... some things never changed. While Kokusei used her hand on Akira she left him an option... front-facing or back-facing when she decided to turn his face into a chair. What he came up with was, back-facing not much to he surprise. "Ehehe~ I knew that's what you'd say... always keep open that opportunity for a nice day~" she claimed with a special emphasis on the world nice. She shifted herself so that he could recline a bit more still keeping her hand moving up and down his cock. "Assume the position, and I'll take a seat~" she claimed with absolute certainty. If he wanted to die beneath the mounds of her ass she'd let him. He didn't have to know immediately that she definitely could have reached his cock regardless of the direction she was facing and would have, no... some things were best discovered in a moment.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko took his time to figure things out, seemingly to great effect. Over the course of his servicing, there was another flow of Kei's juices coating his tongue to maintain that slickened state acquired some minutes before. Just the same, Kei had more words to share. Was he actually so good at what he was doing? Frankly, Kazu didn't have a clue whether his efforts were good or bad in the grand scheme of things. He now had reason to believe Kei and the rest of her friends were having relations with their mentors, all of whom had been jointly married to a goddess for... presumably a very long time. It was only natural that Kazu believed himself the underdog in that situation. Still, his aim was to create the best experience possible by his own merit. It seemed Kei was trying to move away at some point. In that moment, he was torn. Would he let her escape, or would he commit to actual torture? Well... the latter was quite hard to resist, and there was still more to learn about his own abilities. With a sharp inhale, Kazu focused his mana similarly to reinforcement once more. Doing so was, just as he assumed, enough to strengthen the gravitational pull. If Kei wanted to escape, she'd have to make more than just some physical effort to do so. Moreover, she'd now have to deal with Kazu pressing his lips to her folds as if to make out with her undercarriage.

Xiao wasn't making any direct movements toward one eventuality or another. This was indeed Ichinose Chizuru's show. She may have wondered if he was switching from protagonist to teacher figure, but neither was really true. In the grand scheme of things, he was always the protagonist... but that wasn't information that could be revealed to anyone in this timeline ─ not that they'd understand the truth of it yet anyway. "This isn't my story, and I'm not your sensei. If anything, I'd take more of an executive role. Somewhere between producer and director," he claimed. Regarding his repayment, Xiao wanted nothing material. In fact, the real way he would be helping Chizuru had yet to even begin. She had no further ideas after hearing that he didn't care for food and drink, but still seemed keen to repay him somehow. The blush she wore was interesting and quite good... but so obviously false, if only because Xiao knew her future and many, many variants across the multiverse. Even with her lifted shirt revealing her breasts as a form of 'fairness', Xiao saw through to something else. He looked directly into her bosom, but remained mostly unmoved. "Is that what it is? Fair? I actually agree. That's not your reason though, is it? If you've got the gumption to take your shirt off so easily, take the mask off too," he demanded.

While Xiao was making demands, Akira was soon to be at the mercy of one. First came Kokusei hinting at the very reason his choice was made. A glimmer of hope shone in Akira's eyes the instant he realized the thought could even cross this woman's mind. "Well... yeah. I can't miss an opportunity if it comes," he concurred. The strange amount of insight she had to his mentality was worth questioning, but there was no room for questions now. No, now Akira was being told to assume the position. With that, he nodded before easily leaning himself back. For someone who could barely move the past couple of days, Akira was experiencing a lot more 'action' than ever before. Life was so strange. . .

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko took his time to figure things out, while Kei was the person who had these methods tested on her. She found herself incapable of escape as Kazuhiko exerted gravity and storm against her loins. Though every girl had a mentor who was indeed married to a goddess, every male in that group had their own specialization, which was likely why Kei had a full understanding of BDSM at base. Regardless, what she wasn't used to, was this pleasant kind of torture. Ah, but she was learning something else, the shift to sadism came with a lack of mobility. She'd tried to crawl away, but was practically glued to Kazuhiko's face. He made out with her loins directly keeping her pulled in with gravity somehow. This use of magic would have the girl still sitting on his face, moaning her heart's content. "What kind of magic is this?!" she questioned through a moan. Of course, this lad would do something like that... ah, but now that it was happening she couldn't help but stay in place. She should be figuring out how to give herself freedom, but... surrendering was technically always an option. That was one of her early lessons. She could always strike again.

At the same time, Chizuru was receiving some specific information about the nature of Xiao and his involvement in her life. He wasn't transitioning from protagonist to sensei. Instead he claimed to be something more akin to a producer or a director. "Producer or Director, huh... I could see it. Calm, impassive, a little brooding, full of forth wall breaking information~" she said almost playfully. Of course, she would continue casually pointing out the oddity of speaking with this man, and had the innate feeling that he didn't take offense to it. Ah, but there was something else he did take offense to, she was playing the appreciative victim. Moving towards some kind of equivalency with ehr savior. She'd shyly shown her chest, and in a manner where such a thing should have worked... she received, objective criticism. If she would show her tits for fairness she should drop her mask. A slight shift occurred in Chizuru's face in that moment. She thought this man spoke like he had insider information but it wasn't just that... he knew her in a way that most couldn't have. She'd never had her face called out in such an obvious way before. "Eh? I didn't think I'd be called out today, hehehe~" she said shifting gently. Well, she wasn't going to put her shirt back on and if a demand could be made, she supposed it'd be easy to just be herself. It was like a mask was pulled off her face literally, the light in her eye shifted, the way she held her jaw changed even the way she smiled seemed to hint at something more devious and calculating but also... just a little bit unhinged. "What do you get out of seeing me this way? Were you just curious? Or did you already know before we met? Or is this just a matter of enjoying the crazy~" she asked in a rapid fire manner while leaning in and studying his face from way too close a distance. Something odd was afoot here, and it was almost more pressing to figure it out than it was to keep up the act in the first place.

While Chizuru unmasked herself, it would seem that little hints of Akira were peeking through. He claimed he couldn't miss an opportunity if it presented itself, and Kokusei kne whim to have that sort of attitude. Though there was something a little odd about its current presentation. "Closed mouths don't get feed, and sheep don't get to choose their meals~" she said with that same lightly cryptic manner she'd been speaking in the entire time. Still, she moved into position after he lowered himself. That gloved hand of hers, shifted as she look the position of putting her knees near his head hovering split tights and glistening loins over his head. The massive mounds of her cheeks would be closing in on his vision as she sat herself on his face with only a bit of ceremony. Depending on his senses, he'd taste something but it would never taste 'bad' in the traditional sense. Sweet, lightly floral or fruity depending on his understanding. But... that was simply the nature of her being. Just the same her hand would continue the assault on his cock. Would she be taking it into her own mouth... well, that'd mostly be up to him and his performance.

[Bloodedge]

Yet again, there was a question Kazu had no ability to answer. He'd be completely incapable of saying what sort of magic was in use, as it was something he didn't even know himself capable of... until it happened once. Technically, he had no such ability until earlier this day. When asked about it by Kei, he looked over her pelvis seeking eye contact. A shrug would accompany that look as he slurped at her loins no differently than one would take an oyster from its shell. Given the way gravity was forcing her juices to collect on his tongue, the transition wasn't too different either. Ah, and there was yet another bonus. Since he'd been indulging for so long, the strength of kiwi flavor had essentially become married to his tongue. Kazu no longer felt the danger of being overwhelmed by flavor, so the pace of his tongue was able to increase over time.

All the while, Xiao stared blankly at Chizuru, seemingly to no end. Glances at her chest were taken occasionally; a nice rack was always worth appreciating and always difficult to look away from. More interesting though, was the shift in her expression upon being addressed as the 'pretender' she was. Xiao knew her mannerisms better than anyone in this world could by now ─ even better than anyone would for quite a long time. "You can't hide from everyone. Don't worry though. It takes a certain kind of person to see through your disguise, and those people... aren't real. Not really," he said. A bit of cryptic speech aside, Chizuru wondered what he got out of seeing her 'unmasked' state. There were technically many answers, but the way she phrased the initial question was worth a question of its own. "You mean your real personality, or your tits?" he asked through the most serious face ─ one that didn't budge no matter how close Chizuru got to it. "Honesty. That would be the main reason. If you're going to do something, don't give me a false reason. You didn't lift your shirt in the spirit of fairness. You're not even completely sure why you did it, but it was just because you wanted to. Even this conversation is a farce for you, isn't it?" he asked as if the answer was known long, long ago.

Closed mouths don't get fed, claimed Kokusei. What was Akira meant to take from that? Perhaps any desired act of service from her was something he had to make known before she acted? She did seem to lean in the direction of the 'no nonsense' archetype. Another gleam crossed his eyes. His expression remained mostly serious, or perhaps... it was becoming more so over time. "Wouldn't your meal be the topic we're discussing?" he asked in an almost sarcastic manner. Ah, but there was something of great importance serving as a brief interruption to the conversation. Kokusei was on the move, her ass consuming more of Akira's vision in the next few moments. In a matter of seconds, he could see nothing but the whole of her undercarriage and the roundness of her rear. Just then, there was a smirk on Akira's face. "Mine is already settled," he added to the previous clause. Without further ado, Akira was... quite recklessly burying his whole lower face in Kokusei's crotch. It seemed as if he wasn't sure if it was a thing to lick, a thing to sniff, or a thing to orally inhale... so of course he was doing all three. Whatever he thought of it in those first few seconds, obviously it was another saving grace from hospital food.

[Apollymi]

Kei was being subjected to magic she didn't understand. Imagine her surprise at finding out that Kazuhiko didn't know what it was either. Apparently, he was truly the type to just try something... and this became obvious when she looked down into his face and caught sight of a shrug in response to her question. He'd not slowed down at all, nor had he tried to draw himself away from her loins. It seemed he was content to ingest and she would simply be one who had to keep going. Ah, but it wasn't only that, he'd seemed to be gaining a second wind, his tongue moving even faster as if he had nothing but recklessness in his soul. "Aaah~ That's not a real answer~" she moaned in frustration but also in pleasure. Well, if she couldn't get away, it was best to sink... she found her hands running through his hair instead enjoying the fluffy texture as her hips began to move on their own. A bit of swearing would escape her, in addition to a bit of a ringing endorsement of Kazuhiko's skills as she orgasmed, "Chert, eto i pravda mozhet byt' luchshim kreslom na svete..." she moaned her content. This young man was far too good at something like this, and in the moment Kei found a sort of service she'd likely never turn down.

At the same time, Xiao was looking unnervingly calm. Her entire façade shattered in front of his face and he still didn't even flinch. Most would have found it.. unsettling the switch in personality that Chizuru just performed, even without it being totally obvious what happened. She'd seen the look alone upset people, so imagine her surprise when Xiao kept his composure. He claimed she couldn't hide from everyone, but her own experience said otherwise... she'd managed to hide even from those she wanted to show herself to... "Sou desu..." she murmured softly while studying his visage. Meanwhile, she'd asked what he got out of seeing her, and he wanted to know if she meant her tits or her real personality, "Kwahaha!~" she laughed first because it was the most natural reaction, the way she would have simply if she'd been joking around herself. "Everyone likes titties that isn't rocket science or anything," she said only to pause. "No, amendment, the only people that don't like titties are flat-chested insecure girls... everyone else likes titties!" she said with firmness. Of course, what she actually wanted to know was what he got out of seeing her personality, honesty was the answer. A deeper explanation came but as she studied his face, she couldn't see him lying. He acted as if he knew her, better than she might have even known herself. "Ding ding!~ You win~" she said hands up in the air causing a shift in her chest once more. "I am just doing what felt right to the part, the words also felt right... farce might be a bit too strong a word for this though... I am just playing... Though the exact purpose of continuing without the mask is a bit lost on me, being myself is odd~" she said but still there wasn't any movement to cover herself, she felt nothing resembling shame.

Kokusei was treated to something she'd not heard in quite a while, a bit of sarcasm from Akira. "Yeah, my meal is the one being discussed, but I have some specific tastes~" she claimed with a straight face. The truth of the matter was, she wouldn't take a meal that wouldn't be worthwhile. So she was essentially doing her due diligence and preparing her meal properly. Of course, said meal seemed content to do something rather strange. She'd expected a bit of caution but there wasn't a thought of that from Akira's end. After having her rear settle over his head, he seemed to take to his consumption of her core immediately. He literally inhaled, staring off in a way that Kokusei remembered him to be. It was startling for him to go at it that way. It'd been her intention to ease him into it. "Are? I thought someone fed you earlier today~" she mused in a teasing fashion, while taking a moment to peek over her own shoulder at the top of the boy's head. Not knowing what to expect after such an aggressive first taste.

[Bloodedge]

In all honesty, Kazu didn't have a real answer to give. Kei might eventually speak with Miko or Saika, or perhaps even meet other members of the Peers. In doing so, she had a chance of learning that what she currently experienced was no different than a long and growing list of random sword skills, combat or adventure techniques. At times, Kazu just... did things. When they worked out and were repeatable, he incorporated them into his repertoire. With her fingers slipping into his hair and a line spoken in Russian about what a high-quality chair he was making, this technique was marked as a success. So then... naturally, he'd continue. There was still the matter of that slight sadism streak, and the accompanying decision that he wouldn't be stopping until his current partner reached a breaking point ─ whatever sort of break that happened to be. Actually, the mystery and joy of finding out how she snapped in the end may have been the primary factor for his antics. . .

Upon hearing Xiao's initial question, Chizuru... laughed. His eyes averted once more then; he wasn't going to miss the bounce of her bare chest during that bout of laughter. By the time it was over, Chizuru claimed there was only one type of person who didn't have a thing for women's breasts. "They probably like them too. Covetousness leads to a false sense of hatred," he declared. Moving on, it seemed Xiao was correct in his assertion about the lass. He knew as much; it had never been an assumption from his end. As for her lost state when progressing without the aforementioned mask... well, that was part of Xiao's purpose as well. "If you're going to walk around in a mask all the time, you should be ready for it to come off. The real you is bleeding through your actions like just now, right? Then shouldn't your real face be following that same dogma? It all boils down to what you want to do anyway. Isn't that how you finally locked-in that relationship of yours?" he asked, almost seeming genuinely curious. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if some things other than her name were different in this timeline.

Kokusei allegedly had some specific tastes. She did seem the bougie type. Akira's interpretation of the matter was that he'd have to prove himself. Perhaps then, he could earn the 'reward' of mutual foreplay. Irrespective of that, Akira became a man on a mission the moment Kokusei's loins were in striking range. He attacked with voracity, lapping and sucking like her crotch was his only true source of nutrients. Frankly, Akira didn't intend such a ravenous approach at all... but it felt right. Well, it was right for the first few moments. Like having a late reaction to spicy foods, however, Akira soon halted entirely. He'd taken in an incomprehensible mass of mana, something he couldn't even conceptualize in its base form. Though he had no clue what was happening or what to do, his body froze before seizing. His soul knew the only viable answer, though: eject. In the strangest turn of events, Akira managed to blow his load openly after performing only a few measly seconds of cunnilingus. Only upon doing that did his body manage to move again. All the while, he was moaning and gurgling into Kokusei's folds as if he were drowning and suffocating simultaneously. What was happening? He didn't know, but he hated no part of it!

[Apollymi]

Kei couldn't currently ask anyone about Kazuhiko's nature. Perhaps this was her own fault, for not doing a deeper dive into the lad when she decided to pursue him. Or maybe she could blame Miko for leaving out important details. Regardless of where blame fell, she was having such a good time, she could do nothing but enjoy the good time she was having. Her words were mixing, and so were her languages. She'd been maintaining some of her emotional stability for a good long while, but it couldn't hold out. No, the longer this lad worked her over she came undone. She started to get a hollow type of feeling with each of her orgasms, one that demanded a filling of a different variety. Something most came to understand about penetration in the long term, was the satisfaction of climax reached with something firm buried deep within the body. Thinking of that even while he lapped at her loins at an increasing pace and she moved her hands in his hair made her groan. Instead of a softening, there was a rather sudden plea, very different from her normally bossy demeanor. "Ka-sen, I need you inside me... you've eaten enough!~" she pleaded. Something which sounded more like those softly uttered desires of other languages she spoke, instead of the personality she put forth for her own psyche.

At the same time, Chizuru, was learning of her own tells, or rather what she should be going for instead of simply remaining masked at all times. But first her laughter would draw his attention down to her chest, she smirked holding finger guns in front of her chest. "Made ya' look!~" she teased. Whatever the case, before then another amendment. That the flat-chested also liked boobs, they simply managed to be jealous of women and covetousness had some interesting likeness to hate. "Oh? You might be right... I have to work that in somewhere!~" she chimed, happily. These little insights, were helping her build the next character, and giving credence to some thoughts she already had about other situations. He noted her real self bleeding through, like the showing of her chest just a few moments prior. He also seemed curious about her nature, how she'd gotten her relationship and seemed at least to know a bit. "A little... I could have assumed it was just because I showed myself earlier though..." she mused about her actions bleeding through. "I saw him but he hadn't seen me yet... that was a point of fairness and an expression of choice. And well... me shooting shots with a rocket launcher from point blank range~" she mused. Today had still been such a good day. "Heheh~ It does help that he got into a tussle with Truck-chan and couldn't run and get himself ensnared again. I could start without breaking the character first... it was a great set up and a grand reveal!~" she said running her hands over her face, a quick shift from the crazy girl with confused light in her eyes. To... a happy and shy nerd with way too much time invested into watching anime and hentai. She masked and unmasked repeatedly for a few seconds, before settling back into her crazy self. While those switches happened she thought about it, the difference between who she was, and who she was playing was essentially up to her... the line could cross and nothing had to change, the stage was the most important thing, but characters came and went always.

At the same time, a very interesting thing happened as Akira went about the start of his feast. Kokusei got to watch as the las began devouring her as if he'd not eaten all day. Such was semi-normal as an experience, but he shouldn't have been capable of properly digesting the kind of mana the girl had within her body. Even thought his form was far from one of her absolute strongest, it was still far more lively than his broken human form. The actions taken to make up for it were interesting to witness, as the lad she sat atop immediately ejected the mana within his own body. Causing a spalsh of his fluids across the front of her body and down his cock once more as if he'd been building up for days. It was such a crazy thing to witness she couldn't help but laugh. "Ehehehe!~ Too much too soon? You could always slow down... I'm a special kind of girl, you'll get addicted if you take it like that~" she claimed as if becoming addicted to performing oral service was a distinct possibility. Still, she could feel him breathing and trying to catch up, so she would wiggle her hips along his face, she'd rub her crotch against him leaving him space to take breaths but also keeping up her own amusement.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever number of minutes had passed, it seemed Kei had enough of Kazu's abuses. She'd been atop his face for quite some time. By now, he'd taken enough of her mana to claim his daily water intake. Kei reached her breaking point however, and hers seemed more on the dere side than the amount of tsun he could expect of someone like Angelica. He'd easily call it adorable if it weren't so titillating as well. Regardless, all he had to do then was cease the channeling of his own mana, releasing Kei of his mouth's gravity. In doing so, he was free to speak after a long time. "Whew! That was awesome! Really strong at first... but wow!" he said first and foremost. "Alright, Boss! How's it gonna be?"

With Xiao's eyes on her chest again, Chizuru decided to make a big deal of the moment. Indeed, he'd been caught looking. What else was he supposed to do? "Mm," he mumbled as if unconcerned. Xiao's primary interest seemed to be the backstory of Ichinose Chizuru for now. She and Akira had many different starts to their relationship across various realities, some more consistent than others. This one was the grand reveal and forceful approach, which he did recognize from another universe. "Sou ka. Sounds like only a single step in the right direction. You should have your work cut out for you. Breaking and entering isn't the same as making a home. You could find someone else settling in if things go south. Or, given what you're obviously willing to do, you've got an equal chance of realizing there's something you're more excited about out there," he rambled. At this point, Xiao was just playing the poking game. His every word was meant to place little thoughts or ideas into Chizuru's head, if only to prod her brain one way or another... or perhaps just to see what direction she took each clause in. After all, it was usually just a random joyride with her in the end.

Akira's overload wasn't done as quickly as he thought. The 'flush' forced by his soul restored some feeling to his body, but it was all wrong. His legs and arms were asleep to an extreme, somewhat painful extent. His breathing wasn't stabilizing properly even with Kokusei's movements allowing him some moments to draw air. She warned that he should slow down lest an addiction be formed, but the sensation that he'd been electrocuted already proved lacking as a proper deterrent. Why would he care about being addicted? After a few gasps, the mentality Akira had on the matter would be shared. "If I'm addicted, do I get more?" he asked. Without waiting around for an answer, he was diving right back in. The functionality of his limbs was something Akira could just worry about later. Here and now, he'd rather acquaint his tongue with the purple-haired woman's groin... even if his return trip involved the tip of his nose prodding her anus.

[Apollymi]

Kei was tormented for as long as she could. Her breaking point was a bit soft, but she'd gotten her point across. Imagine her surprise when the gravity afflicting her core was finally released and that gentle throbbing was left as she relaxed finally. Ah, but with the release of his tongue, came Kazuhiko's voice once more. He'd been quiet aside from the noises of consumption which had taken over his life. It was actually quite odd to hear a voice not her own. Still she received compliments as she backed away from his face, "Hm..." she murmured not sure of how to react at all, only to hear a peculiar sentence. "YOU ACTUALLY SAID IT!" she flustered only to cough really quickly. "Hmphf, well since you asked... we could hop over to the cave... I made a hammock there, I thought it'd be nice," she offered, beginning to head over to the next spot, and gathering up her web after he picked up his phone to move their stuff to the other side, knowing she could trust him to get there on his own.

While that set moved on, there was a small idea brewing in the back of Chizuru's mind. One which was gently encouraged by Xiao even though he didn't have a lot of natural reactions to work with. He really seemed so unbothered but general sex appeal did seem to be working now that her mask had been abandoned. Whatever the case, he equated her capture of the attention of Akira to breaking and entering. "Hehehe!~ I suppose I did kind of just sneak in... well, more like I blew the door off the bank vault," she said still in a decent humor. "I am willing to do quite a lot though... breaking a fake is among the more fun things I have planned~" she said still lightly bemused but something like murderous intent had crossed her mind when thinking about Nanami Mami. Ah but that wasn't the only thing being discussed. "Oh? Could I find something like that... I wonder?" she mused. "I don't change my mind that way, every often you know~" she mentioned while leaning in again. Well, she did choose to show this man her breasts, and she had offered updates to Akira which were going to be pretty odd. She planned to cuck him a bit regardless given she'd already specified the openness of their relationship... but would this sort of thing count the same way? "Are you more exciting?" she wondered earnestly. One finger rose to touch the mark on his forehead while the other seemed to be absently moving down his body as if she was giving him real consideration. He'd not seemed at alll interested so far... she'd seen no hints of a boner even in the predicatable sex scenes. Still, he did admit to appreciating boobies, as they were obviously presented. Maybe it would be...

At the same time, poor Akira was suffering from a sickness which wouldn't have been something to be explained to him. Taking in mana that was too dense for the body did indeed have some strange effects, the least of them being the potential addiction. He was warned of this possibility only to act in a way which was surprising but also so familiar. He questioned whether or not being addicted would get him more... she chuckled at his audacity. "Hehehe~ That's right, you get addicted and you get more~" she said as if it was amusing. Still there was the return of the movement of his face, his tongue and mouth in her loins and his nose moving back even to prod her anus a little. she wiggled her hips against him, pushing and enjoying the sensation. "Careful now~ getting me riled up is dangerous for you~" she claimed which was one of earnestness but also as most things that crossed her lips a challenge which she'd always issue.

[Bloodedge]

Interestingly enough, Kazuhiko had spoken a phrase Kei may have wanted repeated from earlier... without thinking about the earlier moment. So casually did he address her as 'Boss' simply because he viewed her as the one in charge here. Kazu was here to do his best and earn favor, but only with Kei's reaction did he remember the earlier incident. "Huh?" he said aloud. 'Oh... right. That happened before,' he thought just afterwards. No matter; he wouldn't be prodding her fluster right now. A shift was on the agenda, and with newfound freedom Kazu found himself grabbing a twice-dropped phone and pulling himself together. Kei mentioned a hammock. For some reason, he felt that was something he'd done before... but surely it wasn't. Why did he have such a feeling? It didn't make sense, but Kazu wouldn't question oddities of that nature when something incredible was in the immediate future. No, he'd accompany Kei toward the cave she favored as the other venue for their nightly deviance, grinning and fully erect the whole way.

The gears of Chizuru's head were turning in the right direction. One had to take care with the crazier types like her; conversations could flip from flirts to murder plots in the span of two sentences. One such example was her obvious thought about Nanami Mami, her current rival in romance. That setup didn't change too much from one reality to another. If he didn't know more about Chizuru, he would have believed Mami's death would come... but no, there were far worse things likely to befall that young woman by this one's twisted mind. She'd do worse even to the target of her affections, but their relationship was a little unusual like that. For instance, the idea of making a cuckold of Akira was stewing in Chizuru's mind in the moment. The way she played with Xiao's suggestion that she could find 'better' than the other male gave away her train of thought, and her question for Xiao solidified it fully. Was he more exciting? 'Yes' wasn't enough of an answer, he decided while virtually ignoring the finger on his forehead. Her other hand could go where it pleased as well; it probably wouldn't be finding anything impressive through his clothes. In fact, Xiao kept himself underwhelming by design. "I wouldn't call it exciting. It'd be easier to say that's not something you should want to find out. The best comparison right now would probably be between a cup of water and... Neptune," he said with uncanny amounts of seriousness.

On Akira's end, warnings were apparently things to ignore. He didn't care about becoming addicted to Kokusei. The way he saw things, addiction was a testament to something's greatness. Too rare was a mind-break of the male perspective. If he had such an opportunity, wasting it would be criminal. Kokusei may have found his response funny, but addictions weren't a problem ─ withdrawals were. "Really?" he wondered after receiving her answer, unsure how much of it was sarcasm. Either way, Akira returned to his feast. He'd be taking things more slowly to no avail, still suffering an oozing ejaculation as he ingested, still losing functionality through the rest of his body. On the other hand, he had the boon of Kokusei moving her hips to further his feast. He didn't care about losing body functions. He didn't care about danger. He didn't even care about getting his nose caught in Kokusei's asshole, and actually leaned into the accident after realizing it. Akira said he couldn't miss a prime opportunity; this may have been the best example of his meaning.

[Apollymi]

Kei had been shocked but pleased to actually be called boss. It was very much within her oddities to enjoy that sort of thing, if only because she enjoyed being acknowledged for all her efforts. "Hmph, nothing..." she said quickly. Still, they'd find themselves in a cave behind a waterfall with a nice hammock set up. She pulled along the rest of their things within a bit of her own webbing but activtely would approach the hammock of choice taking a seat. Whatever oddity Kazuhiko felt about it, Kei had always wanted to do something like this, but her own mentor might not have been one for this sort of 'adventurousness'. As they made their way over, Kei noticed the man was beyond pleased, it was kind of cute, seeing him act as if he was having the best possible time. And it was oddly encouraging, "Sou.." she murmured coming to understand several things all at once. She'd slip under the water and jump for the hammock with childish excitement swinging just a bit while she rolled over onto her back and swayed gently. There was something fun about this, including the fact that with magical senses active some gently bioluminescent moss was present adding a strange bit of mood lighting to an otherwise dark cave. She'd not expected this when the step up had been made, but quite enjoyed it nonetheless. "Pretty..." she stated.

At the same time, Chizuru was being herself, who was... all over the place at base. Was she happy? Was she murderous? Was she horny? There was no telling, likely all of those things applied in a constantly shifting scale. Right at the moment a thought was lost, but a new one was rising. Cucking Akira seemed like a good welcome to the relationship present for someone she measured to be as filthy an individual as herself. She wondered of Xiao was more exciting and was met with an odd answer while she gave him a quick physical examination. What she found was high confidence as one hand came to rest against his knee. Once upon a time she would have used such a stance to play a game of chicken but as she was already topless it seemed almost dull as an idea. "Oya? Confidence is high... I mean I've seen you fight so faith in you how move..." she said with a grin. "But I wonder if it's something else..." she mused as her fingers casually walked up his left leg pressing on his thighs though his pants while actively looking for something. Well, no one liked being surprised by a little dick with high ego. Though she knew there was nothing she could do about it, given he was already in her apartment, she simply needed to know if there was going to be a need to fake it or not.

At the same time, Akira was busy... ignoring the advice he was given. Kokusei could imagine him thinking that becoming addicted to someone like her was okay so long as he would have access. She could see him making some odd claims, perhaps she'd heard them before. His question of really, in response to her claiming he could have more if he got addicted was about expected. "Hai hai, if I break your brain enough that you can't function without me... I'll make sure to keep you topped up~" Kokusei said with a certain amount of earnestness. For now however, she could continue helping along his expulsions. His face was moving around in her loins even his nose was nudging her rear hole and with everyone of those had her shaking herself against him repeatedly. All the while she was waiting, as he lost the ability to fully function a certain kind of light conversion was happening and once it reached the right ratio, she'd give him something else he wanted. A male mind break, a sixty-nine and sex beyond comprehension... it'd be fine for a lad who couldn't even more currently. Still, she couldn't do anything but respect his degeneracy, given how his nose notuched her rear hole while he didn't shy away from it.

[Bloodedge]

Within an unexpectedly well-lit cave, Kazu took a moment to appreciate the scene. He was never one to stumble upon a new sight without enjoying it for a moment, but there was also an old saying of 'eyes on the prey, not the horizon,' ringing in his head in such moments. With that in mind, his appreciation of bioluminescent caves would be shelved for the afterglow. Kei was the focal point of this journey, and the focus she would remain. Kazu's line of sight straightened to find the lass swinging on a hammock of web, face-up. The thought of joining her in some sort of seated position crossed his mind, but for some reason... that felt repetitive. Such mental musings gave him the signs of an early headache, so he moved on swiftly and grabbed one end of the hammock to stabilize it. He'd be joining her there, but it would be from above... just before he realized it may have been a better idea to remove his clothes first. "... Shit. Hang on!" he said, fumbling around and pulling at the pieces covering his torso while trying to avoid flipping the hammock. "I swear I'm way cooler than this! I just forgot!"

Nothing about Xiao's demeanor had shifted since he first encountered Chizuru, bar a couple of pain reactions in the alley. What he had to say about his 'excitement' level, Chizuru took as a large quantity of confidence. It was almost funny. In all actuality, he was selling himself short. She hadn't seen him actually fight anyone, and she wouldn't see the true depth of his ability as a deviant for a very long time ─ at least not while surviving to gain comprehension of it. Whatever the case, her searching from his knee up wouldn't garner anything of interest. Fully flaccid, Xiao offered nothing more than the average man in this region of the world. That was by design and for his own amusement later, but Chizuru was likely to locate his balls at about the same time she found his cock. "And what's this? I just warned you against the type of thing you're doing. Throwing your life away again already?" he asked in all seriousness.

Meanwhile, Akira had all the information he needed. Forming an addiction would be no issue, as Kokusei would ensure he was placated through it. There wasn't a single loss in that clause! He could dive face-first into her undercarriage without concern. Well... he was already doing that anyway, but it now came with an uplifting feeling. Having an anus puckering around the tip of his nose was nothing strange to Akira. What was strange, was the fact that nothing smelled even of skin. No, something was... sweet? It seemed sweet. He'd definitely be finding out the truth of that soon enough, as a lubricated tongue was destined to eventually make its way up to encircle Kokusei's anus several times over. Yes, sweet was definitely what he was picking up ─ that much became obvious immediately.

[Apollymi]

This particular cave was rather interesting, Kei thought it was a great place to see and to be around. And she could tell by the pause that Kazuhiko took, that he was also enjoying it quite well. Ah, but soon enough he was locked in on her, and... he approached. He planned to join her from above, and she watched as he worked through something mentally. Ah, but it wouldn't just be that... soon he was claiming that he was normally more cool as he tried to strip after joining her and then ended up in the complicated situation of trying to strip and balance at the same time. "Hehehe!~" Kei giggled. "You've been nothing but cool all day, it's fine... I like the more normal moments too~" Kei expressed almost earnestly. She didn't expect anyone to be one way all the time. If nothing else, she was happy to see him fail a bit and not always have up a front, it gave her a better impression of him overall. She'd been through the low-level deceit of people like her human brother already, not to mention the pompousness of people Rindou. No... this was a much easier form of person to deal with... she knew this to be fact. And as such while he aimed to keep balanced she'd help him with the disrobing process and take the time to open her own obi and thus present herself in the openness of her yukata.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was learning that Xiao was an oddly consistent individual. He didn't flinch even as she physically examined him. He was so unbothered by her intrusion she might have found him interesting just for managing to keep a straight face for so long. Most would have shown annoyance or even been either encouraging or discouraging about the halfway mark up the leg..."Eh... you're probably great at chicken huh?" she asked seemingly amused. Once she reached the height of his leg she found a cock and balls, at about the average placement of such things for a Japanese man in his age range. "Obviously, I am finding out what kind of night I am having~" she claimed as if it made perfect sense... "I'm not throwing my life away... I'm having fun. Don't take it so seriously~" she mentioned. "Though I do wonder, if something like this is actually dangerous? I mean, it'll definitely grow some with a bit of work but it shouldn't be too scary. It's not my first rodeo or anything~" she mused. It wasn't even her first time getting into some darker things. Men who wwere allowed to use women's bodies as they pleased tended to go a bit far, so long as they had an understanding it wouldn't be too bad. "Or is it the kind of danger that needs a safe word... you really gotta be up front about that sort of thing, Xiao-kantoku~" she said in a manner most teasing. Well, he seemed to understand her well enough that she could get away with a more normal line of speech anyway.

At the same time, Kokusei was learning exactly how deviant Akira could be so early in his life. She'd offered to keep him if he became addicted and he'd basically doubled down on his decision. This in and of itself was crazy, but also pretty standard for the sorts of individuals they'd been in contact with recently. Ah, well, it was fine for him to be this way, expected even, what wasn't expected however, was a tongue which left her loins and would then be found circling her back door several times over. He had a human constitution. He thought there was truth to the phrase, 'Everybody poops.' and yet, she felt the circling of her rear as if he knew there was only goodness to find there. "Oh, so all in on the start of an addiction just includes a rimjob. For free... it's a weekday~" she mused aloud. Oh well, if he was going to do it, she definitely wouldn't stop him. No, instead she'd simply move her hips on his face more a little moan escaping her lips. She always did enjoy this sort of thing, that warm wet tongue was always an encouraging thing.

[Bloodedge]

According to Kei, Kazu had been cool this entire time. He didn't think a moment like this really counted, but he was also in no position to argue with someone helping him disrobe. "If you say so..." he replied. By the time Kazu had nothing on his torso, he was able to witness the open yukata of Kei. Well, there was no further use of hesitation, but... a quick reach for his phone was all but necessary with such a view. There was something about the disheveled look Kazu found himself appreciating. "Woah. One sec!" he pleaded. If he managed a quick photo or three in that moment, he'd be discarding the phone once again before reaching down to gently take the girl's thighs. A spread was necessary, and joined by the light sway of that hammock. All the while, his erection was looming over Kei's pelvis and torso as if comparing itself to her form.

Xiao was, and would remain, virtually unmoved. He didn't care that Chizuru was accosting him for deviant purposes; that was part of the original plan anyway. As for being great at playing chicken, though... she wasn't wrong. "Don't play chicken with dragons," he said as casually as he'd said anything else thus far. Chizuru thought she was finding out what sort of night she'd be having. Alas, her current approach would give her the exact wrong impression of the future. For the sake of a discussion that didn't involve any foreknowledge though, Xiao responded as any normal person would. "And how do you think you'll do that? Cucking your almost-boyfriend with a guy you just met? You won't have any interest in Kurusu if you do that," he warned. There remained a strange amount of seriousness in Xiao's words despite what he seemed to be working with. Nevertheless, he did have one more note for Chizuru. "Not that it matters to me. You'll want a safe word, but not for the reasons you think. Pick one. Pick a whole sentence. It doesn't make a difference either way."

Speaking of things that made no difference, the state of Kokusei's anus was such a thing for Akira himself. He was the type of man who did whatever felt right. Though most would consider it strange for anyone to think licking someone's asshole was the 'right' decision by any stretch of the imagination, he was only vindicated by the act itself. A bit of rimming persisted with the occasional prod. During that first little slip, he felt... better. Akira could have sworn some feeling returned to his limbs. If nothing else though, that odd event of continuous oozing had yet to cease. Still, it felt fine ─ better than before, even. He could no longer care about ruined sheets or anything else of that nature. The plan at present was... apparently walking headlong into a chosen addiction.

[Apollymi]

"I did say so..." Kei claimed haughtily. Of course she would do so... he'd been one of the coolest males she'd ever encountered in her life. She even found what he thought of as his less cool moments to be just the same because they kept him from feeling... disingenuous. So, here and now she finished helping him out of his clothes and opened up her own. It was apparently a visual worth seeing so he paused for a few pictures. It was an odd thing to note, she could have been annoyed by the interruption of it, and felt that under different circumstances she might have been. But Kazuhiko made everything sound so exciting... he wanted to see it. He thought it was cool, he'd snap a few pictures, a blush came to her face as she internalized the idea that he felt her worthy of this sort of extra even if she knew her own attractiveness to have it so genuinely appreciated at every turn was... pleasing. "Well, I already said you could have more pictures... take them as you please~" she expressed. Ah and after a few pictures were taken she was soon still lying atop the hammock with Kazuhiko looming over her. His tool outside her body but still seeming to measure up against her. That first little rock would come with a shift and her legs being spread. There was so much surety in Kazuhiko's movements, she couldn't help but be a bit awestruck. She reached up her hands taking up residence against his shoulders as she all but invited him inside her person, well that wasn't entirely true. "Come on..." she urged softly.

Meanwhile, Chizuru was hearing a phrase she'd never heard before, said like an old saying one would expect from a previous generation elder. "Oh? A dragon huh? I could see it~" she said still teasing. She wouldn't be playing chicken with anyone, without fully intending to commit to the action. As such she did exactly that, getting a feel for a fairly normal member. "Yeah, that was the general plan..." she said about cucking Akira, it was already a thing present on her list to do. The claim that she'd not want him any more was quite frankly almost more exciting than anything else. How was this man going to make something like that happen? What kind of craziness did he have going on? Why shouldn't she take a leap... "You keep saying that like it's a negative and it's not... how am I supposed to let a potential non-violent bad end slip past me. Mind-breaks that don't involve controlled substances are hard to come by. I might even have a real reaction... it'll be great!~" she claimed as if the thought alone were exciting enough. And what was more... there was a claim she could have a safe word, or a whole sentence. "Oh? Katto~" she said about her safe word of choice. Clear, concise and to the point.

At the same time, Kokusei was busy expericing the fun of an unexpected rimjob. What was more, after he started Akira didn't seem to want to want to stop. Of course, she wasn't going to be the one to stop him, especially not while she watched his body catch up to nearing the right place. It seemed that one of those oddities of digestion was making itself known. Those who leaned towards a certain side of the spectrum always came with a few interesting tastes. She figured such a thing was a natural instinct to one like him and as such she'd let him continue. Once that expulsion of his reached an appropriate mana saturation to give his cock a proper cleaning, she bent forward, allowing her mouth to enclose his cock, her tongue would swirl and little moans would escape her. Magical pressure and density and heat would compress his cock a bit but she'd be sucking that same cock clean while doing so. Making sure he reached the back of her throat when she began swallowing properly. If a sixty-nine was what he wanted, she'd make sure he got one, even if his target was her ass and not her loins initially. She didn't mind it very much either way.