Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Kyoka was doing a decent job. She was going out, enjoying normal things, even making friends over things that weren't just murder. As one who could be viewed as an older brother figure to the woman, Hiruko felt quite the sense of pride in her development. "That's good to hear," he said to the green-haired one. With that, Hiruko was absolutely certain of how much attention he'd be paying Kyoka later. First, there was the matter of returning to Kama's canal as her face and mouth were struck by Mitchel's load. It seemed that did the trick for Kama. Beyond that, she made the claim to Mitchel that she enjoyed his deposit. Once again, a groupie pass was undoubtedly being handed out. What more would come of this event though? Well, Kyoka was kindly sharing, so an apologetic Kama would be doing the same by placing her spunk-covered face in the other woman's folds. Suddenly, both Mitchel and Hiruko were gifted a show of girl-on-girl 69 ─ something both parties would greatly appreciate. At the same time, Mitchel had a special view from his angle. Kama wasn't just helping herself to Kyoka's loins; she was also creating an opening for him. Rarely one to turn down something like that, he throbbed right back to a state of firmness and shifted forward again. "Don't mind if I do, Sheila," the rock star stated as he began the process of stretching Kyoka's entrance around his girth.

All the while, Takao believed all the stretching he could do had been done. He was resting against Miko's cervix as they returned to the earlier make-out session, albeit from an unusual angle. Everything was fine in the world. Sure, they'd probably taken a bit longer than two seconds ─ but what was a few seconds more for a bit of kissing? A couple of minutes wouldn't be ridiculous at all. Takao considered this as lips began to smack, and then... Miko spoke against his face. They were going all the way, she claimed. Well, yes... that was precisely what they were doing. Takao figured that statement was obvious, but then came another shift back by Miko herself. In that moment, he felt a pinch. An impossible barrier had been bypassed in an instant, lodging his tip in a space meant only for children. At least... that was the biological explanation. Takao questioned the possibility of what happened in that moment, but the question never reached his lips. It didn't even remain in his mind beyond the moment it happened. Ah, but what did reach his lips? "Huah!♫~" he gasped. Even if he wanted to retreat after this, he was officially locked in place from the tip. "I... hah!♫ Why'd that happen?!"

Even Nozomi agreed with the moniker of 'Trouble' for Rangiku. She definitely seemed the type. Jin figured she was the type who endangered livelihoods, careers and established relationships, intentional or otherwise. Visually, she was the most lewd of the bunch. Surely she didn't own a single top that wasn't revealing by nature of her buxom build. Well, Jin had no problem covering her breasts for her. Semen counted as coverage, right? Of course it did. Watching it splash onto her face and torso while she swallowed what landed on her tongue, Jin decided there was no better form of clothing for her. Rangiku went on to wonder if he had more for her. First, Jin had cheeky commentary to offer. "Still got plenty left on you from the first load. Looks better than clothes on you," he said first and foremost. Beyond that, however, the man did seem quite interested in the topic at hand. "Got as much as you need, though. Question is: how you gonna get it?"

[Apollymi]

Kyoka was indeed enjoying life. The fact that she was having a good time, and making new friends was something she was quite proud of as well. That sense of sibling pride that Hiruko had to offer came through with his words. She chuckled half out of it, even as a pair of loins properly settled over her face. "Don't go all soft on me, Nii-sama..." she commented. That warmth of Kama's however was something she found her face against. While her sexual preference was for me, everyone could make a few exceptions for some good looking women. If one asked Kyoka there were about three women she'd have sex with including this new friend of hers. Both women were putting on quite the show for the lads at play. At the same time, Kama was making out with Kyoka's pearl while making sure access to her depths was granted to Mitchel. He was going raw regardless, she thought she'd only help him out a bit, and he accepted her thanks. "Any time♥~" she flirted lightly with the man before going back in. "Ah... this is going to be a lot isn't it?" Kyoka asked as she felt simultaneously her loins being licked and the start of firmness entering her. Good thing she was already high, and wet and very horny, everything could be alright with that mix.

At the same time, a kiss had begun again, and Miko and Takao were meeting again properly the for the first time. In this case, Miko introduced Takao to the inside of her womb without giving him much room to consider it. That little pinch and the infinite relief made her walls quake around him. It also didn't help that the sound that escaped his lips put a full shiver down her spine. "Squee♪~ That might be my favorite sound out of you, O♪nii♪chan♪~" Miko chimed as if she couldn't have been more pleased. There was a certain amount of relief associated with having his man reach her womb properly. Even if he couldn't stretch all the way to the end, just crossing the boundary helped her feel like she'd done the sexual parts properly. "Ours is not to question why♪~" Miko chimed, while she wiggled her hips against him. "I swallowed your entire dick... obviously logic doesn't belong here, I told you I wouldn't be letting you pull out~" she explained. "It doesn't hurt, it feels great, and you think so too... don't you, Onii-chan?" she questioned while looking up at him with a smile on her face. At the same time, that piece of her that had crossed the gap was looking back with a smirk. "She works fast. Good though, this definitely needed to be locked in," she mused.

Meanwhile, the bars organization had come to a proper heading. Rangiku soon had her face and chest splashed in jizz of a more than regular amount. There was a claim by Jin that such things looked nicer than clothes on her. "Yeah especially coming from you. I never get coverage this good~" Rangiku claimed honestly. Nozomi had an idea but it involved Rangiku moving again. "Come over this side. my legs don't work yet~" the vegan apparently planned to have at the rest of that spillage while Rangiku had her turn. "Fucking scavenger~" Rangiku said speaking of her friend as if she was a terrible person. Still she stood, opening the remaining buttons on that shirt and slipping around the front of the counter to take up residence behind Reina, who'd gotten her life together enough to offer her bum as a pillow while Nozomi licked the extra off Rangiku's chest. "Help me out, Jin, I can't lift my own legs but you can push 'em way back if you're interested," She claimed she was already sitting pretty wide legged but she'd definitely lost her panties somewhere around here at some point as all that was visible beneath that skirt would be her exposed and glistening undercarriage.

[Bloodedge]

"Phrasing, Kyoppi. You know I'll never go soft on you♥~" Hiruko flirted casually. With the pair of young women going about the consumption of each other, Hiruko kept pushing against the end of Kama's womb with gusto. He still had a buildup of his own to focus on, so he took hold of her hips firmly, stabilizing the lass against Kyoka's face to deliver a proper pounding. Little did he know, there were some other effects to his magical body and that questionable barrier. Either way, Hiruko had another thing to gamble on. "I know what you're both into. I won't leave anybody out on this one~" he vowed as the tingle of a coming climax reached him again. All the while, there was similar vigor being applied at the other end of Kyoka. Mitchel found the green-haired woman slick enough to dive into with ease, and thus saw little to no point in waiting or taking things slow. So casually would he be crashing Kyoka's cervix. He'd even be unconsciously bypassing it a bit if Kyoka happened to be in the right spiritual space.

Meanwhile, Takao was swimming in a vast ocean. Swimming, sinking, yet floating at the same time ─ he may have even been in a different reality for a moment. Why were there sounds? Miko was talking, but there was something else... something so familiar, yet so foreign ─ so close, yet so distant. He could see them. Takao was no stranger to visualizing sound waves in his mind, but he was surely in an entire realm primarily made of sounds around him. Theirs was not to question why, Miko said. He heard and processed that line, though her first statement was drowned in the moment. It seemed Takao wasn't allowed to pull out... literally. That was fine; he had no real desire to do so anyway. Strange though, was something Takao couldn't realize about himself. By the time he was capable of responding to Miko, there was an unusual golden ring on the inner edge of his blue irises... like a halo around his pupils. "I don't care what you let me do. I told you I'm not pulling out. Your parents are the ones who need help; you be the responsible one," he said. Against those wiggling hips of Miko's, he moved in shallow pumps, never able to leave her womb, but very capable of churning it with his movements. Ah, but... there was one more thing. Takao imagined another voice, not very unlike Miko's but... perhaps not real at all? "Did you hear that?"

After a single claim, Jin had every reason to question the words of Rangiku. She didn't say anything that seemed incredibly off... but he wasn't entirely willing to believe her either. "Never, huh?" he asked skeptically, simultaneously appreciating the coverage. Rangiku had offered her mouth and chest simultaneously, as if reflexively despite a clear understanding of where she wanted the load. Figuring that position was one she took frequently based on how easily it was offered, he also figured she was no stranger to both targets being hit simultaneously. "How many?" he wondered. Surely she'd been positioned that way beneath multiple men at once, Jin theorized. Whatever the case, he'd be watching her shift around the counter as well. It seemed she was the lazier of the bunch, using her friend's ass as a pillow and claiming she couldn't lift her own legs. Jin had quite a few theories about the one called Rangiku. If she had that kind of demeanor and accepted multiple partners at once, she'd probably never experienced a man of substance equivalent to his. He could easily say as much about each woman penetrated thus far. "Won't need to," he decided, figuring Rangiku's legs would act of their own accord similarly to how Reina's legs tried to. A sidestep shifted the man from Nozomi's rear to Rangiku's fore, and once there... he'd take hold of her sides and move forward, aligning himself for yet another forceful entry this evening.

[Apollymi]

"Bleh!" Kyoka responded almost childishly to that sort of flirt form Hiruko. She was far too used to the casual way in which he spoke to her anyway. The effects of his new magical constitute weren't a thing of direct concern for Kyoka, but since he vowed she wouldn't be left out of the next one she took him at his word. Beyond that with Kama's hips settled over her face, she could casually lick the other girl's loins, taking a rather methodical approach to such a thing which tasted as distinctly of cherry and champagne as the girl's mouth had. Ah, but Kyoka was also being pounded from the other end. Mitchel might have been capable of crossing the barrier of her womb, and she even enjoyed the sensation of that pounding, but she knew there was nothing there. Quite literally, she had no womb to speak of, just scar tissue beyond her womb, enough to keep the muscles of her pelvis in place. "Hmm, I didn't think anyone else would get that deep~" she moaned pleasantly. All the while, right atop her and having her own walls abused by Hiruko, Kama wasn't allowed to concentrate properly on something she could tell wasn't happening magically within the other girl's body. She'd have to observe it directly when not distracted to understand it fully. Whatever the case, full enjoyment was to happen instead... and Kama would commit to that while applying her own tongue to another girls loins while she was being pounded by a man. This was a good experience for her, she decided.

Meanwhile, that car right outside of a music studio had within it, two young people who were quite entranced with each other. Quite was the wordsmith who'd taken his first real dive into someone's womb. Miko was left to observe his face and found the changes within his visage to be rather interesting. She'd seen those eyes before somewhere, she was sure of it. What was more, when he could finally respond what he had to say was quite interesting. Another little shiver came from Miko as she sank in, something about men like these ordering her around gave her quite the jolly one which could be felt even in her loins. "Onii-chan... I am being very responsible right now♪~" Miko chirped. "I've also accounted for them already, I'm just account for us right now..." she claimed her face minorly puffy as if she wanted to pout about his response. Compared to days prior where her singing had been shattering glass and breaking mirrors, she was doing quite a good job of controlling herself. She'd also not activated the gravity within her womb or anything like that. Still he was churning up in her womb making her body quake as she moved her hips back in circles against him. He wouldn't be pulling out and she'd be experiencing all the movements that came with that action with happiness. But what was he asking her now? Could she hear something? "Going to have to be more specific than that... I hear a lot of things," Miko answered earnestly. It wouldn't stop her from leaning up bit more, pressing her lips against his chin and humming her happiness. "Oh? If you can hear me that's different. Come with us... and cum with us♪~" that same voice claimed from within the lad.

Rangiku's claim of never getting that much of a coating seemed to ruffle a few feathers. "Well, those kinds of set ups are a bit different~" she claimed honestly. She could easily wave off the idea of getting that kind of coverage, but the number of men one would need to accomplish it under normal circumstances was quite different. And lo, it seemed that Jin understood at least a little of the issue. "Seven!" chimed in Nozomi who was present for at least one such incident. Rangiku shrugged, "Yeah, that's about right, but even that's still more of a series and not a big one, ya' know?" she said in a manner most calm as if she wasn't talking about a situational gangbang. Still, Jin's appraise of Rangiku was indeed correct. She was one of a few born with a naturally 'lustful' body. It took nothing to make men horny and less than nothing to get them off, and her natural demeanor adjusted to tricks that got her what she wanted with the least resistance. She took the seat beside Nozomi facing outwards and Nozomi leaned over and lapped at breasts covered in cum like it was a normal thing to do. At her fore Jin began pushing forward iand into Rangiku who would be finding out soon, what it was like to tackle a dick that could actually reach where it was going. "Eh? That's new isn't it..." she said looking up at the man with that picture perfect face of hers, as if confused by his work. Well, she'd be finding out soon enough. Speaking of things like that. "Let me know when your legs are working... I'll call your lift..." Saori mentioned to Nozomi.

[Bloodedge]

Someone other than Mitchel would have felt things were strange when he entered the ultimate depths of Kyoka. Hiruko knew of her missing womb, but any strange sensations to Mitchel were washed away by the drugs in his system. Either way, both males had something to dive into, and both females had a couple of things to receive. Not much would change apart from... Hiruko's second ejaculation of the night. It would be blasting within Kama's core with such velocity, funneled through that barrier, that it'd rush against the end of her womb and crash about like a torrent. He wouldn't remain inside throughout, however, knowing about a particular 'kink' of Kyoka's. Much like a well-known 'rain of chips' he performed in casinos and the like, he'd let the remainder rain onto Kyoka's face.

According to Miko, she was being responsible. Takao had no intention of arguing that point presently. Why? Well, he was quickly losing the will to make responsible choices of his own. Balls-deep with no protection, somehow within Miko's womb, he was already several irresponsible decisions in. Another of such decisions was his lack of interest in stopping here and now, despite their... 'agreement'. "Good you've got it in mind. I mean... we did what we talked about now. Just... might as well make sure the feeling's completely there, right?" he said as if seeking justification for his actions. Both parties surely knew the truth; neither of them would be stopping anytime soon. Takao was already working his hips with absolute intent, and Miko's were joining the effort. That sound he heard was something like a voice, but not enough of a distraction to stop him. It seemed Miko hadn't even heard it, so... maybe it was his imagination? "Probably nothing. I don't care anyway," he decided, yet still the voice continued despite Takao's inability to truly hear its words. Their lips met again, and Takao abandoned even concern for outsiders catching on. He looped an arm around Miko's leg and pulled it outward, all in the hopes of pushing deeper still into her womb. The car began to shake, making it obvious to any witnesses what sort of activity was taking place beyond those tinted windows. Given all the moans and gasps occurring, it surely wouldn't be long before even the tint experienced fogging as well. . .

Seven. Seven was the number of simultaneous partners Rangiku was alleged to have at once in her past. Some might have called that ridiculous, but Jin could do no such thing after witnessing this group thus far. Those seven men probably weren't able to leave the venue very easily after such a night. "Condolences. Must be my job to make sure you don't need extras this time," Jin surmised as his girth squeezed its way into Rangiku's entrance. Just like the two before, he crashed her cervix without hesitation. Jin offered just enough care to avoid destroying the stool below Rangiku, if only to maintain positioning... but there was still enough force applied for a dangerous-sounding creak.

[Apollymi]

The oddity of Kyoka's body wouldn't be something that stopped her from having fun. Though there being some oddity about the girl wouldn't be lost upon Kama, there were more important things at hand. The first of which would be that spray towards the end of her womb, which was happening in such a strange way that she'd be moaning directly into Kyoka's and Mitchel's combined loins. Her body twitching around Hiruko's in a manner thta belied the extra he'd put into such a movement. He'd definitely done some evolving. At the same time, Kyoka would be receiving quite the shower directly from Kama's loins and also from Hiruko's cock directly. At the same time she was having a man diving into her body at its deepest reaches. "Aaah!~ This is great! Arigatou, Nii-sama♥~" Kyoka claimed. Those eyes of hers closed but the warmth of those fluids on her face and the amount of them made her happy. Truly, it was the most relieving thing ever. In fact, it was enough with the combined antics of everyone else to cause the girl an orgasm which happened around the cock of Mitchel. All the while Kama post orgasm herself was observe as her tongue continued to lap at Kyoka's folds. Something was definitely amiss.

Miko was being responsible. She was using all available information to determine that the best course of action, was not appearing in a horny, and in her case, half-naked state. Beyond that, it seemed that Takao could hear her still and claimed that, since they'd done what they'd discussed it was only right to keep going. And get a full feel for it. Miko was quite used to going along with these changes in plans. "Of course, we definitely should make sure the feeling is all there. Wouldn't want to miss any important details♪~" Miko agreed easily. It would seem whatever voice or sound Takao had heard wasn't something he cared about properly. As her hips moved against him, she thought about potential answers for him and settled, "If you're sure... just trust your instincts... go with what feels right♪~" Miko encouraged. The truth of the matter was, this was exactly how she'd been living her life. Ah speaking of things that felt right, an arm around her leg and it's movement outwards so that, Takao could move even deeper into her corer, was great. "Ooh♪~ Like that... feels so right♪~" hm, maybe Miko should take a few moments to think. Had she been in a position like this today? She couldn't recall... just the same it felt like her body was quite used to being manipulated in these kinds of spaces and she would simply enjoy Takao moving around inside her womb and walls as she felt the pulsing build up to orgasm on the horizon. At the same time, that other voice huffed. "So you can't really hear me then... Ugh, I'm trying to help us both you know? Oh well, little me can finish up first~" that voice said as if she was having fun. Just the same the rocking of that car would be observed, from the tour bus, as Shutara walked by she noted the car was still in place and then upon noticing it rocking her brow rose. 'Didn't even make it out of the parking lot, huh? Could have just come back in here...' Shutara watched as she drank juice.

Rangiku in that bar was receiving... condolences. Interesting, well, she supposed hearing that approximately seven men were necessary for her to experience sex the way she liked was worthy of some sympathy. "I mean that's the goal, but I wouldn't give someone a job they might not want~" Rangiku mentioned almost playfully. Well, it was quite obvious she wanted him to take this particular job and it became obvious as he forced himself into her, that he was quite a bit more than any other individual she'd come across. Saori thought over that womam's words and realized if she'd been hearing them aimed at her, she would have taken them as a challenge. Just the same, Jin didn't seem to think anything extra of it, and Rangiku would be finding her body invaded rather quickly and quickly enough to be almost jarring when he reached her cervix. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, but it was definitely the only time it'd happened without her being folded over like some kind of human pretzel. Moreover her body's natural reaction to stablize had her wrapping her legs around this man's torso to help her keep balance. That creaking might have been a bit disturbing if she could have heard it over her own moans. All the while the other conscious ones were watching. "It's leg day..." Saori said almost casually while coddling Rita who was still shivering from that ice in her core.

[Bloodedge]

A pair of tweens were busy being... well, a pair of tweens, even though one of them was several centuries old without the other's knowledge. Their interaction was both innocent and deviant at its core. Their conversation, however, was purely degenerate bullshit meant to enable deviance alone. It was the general agreement that they ensure the details were grasped by adding... just a bit more time. "Yeah, that's it. Just a quick little check~" Takao added. Of course, his 'check' involved extending one of Miko's legs to reach greater depth. She had no complaints to offer, and even commented on the shift's pleasantry. Takao had to agree. She was clamping so hard around his member, it probably would have been painful... but nothing could truly ache while being so incredibly slippery. Either way, Takao settled that lifted leg over his shoulder and worked his hips like a gear. The churning remained while gaining a winding motion, even as Takao began stabilizing his upper body using Miko's leg.

There was more than one individual watching that car shake. While Shutara watched from within the tour bus, there was a black-haired male just above her ─ sitting atop the bus. It was not other than Yugi, popping in for another simple observation of events between activities of his own. "Why not just use the damn bus? That one was on my bucket list for the longest time, and you're wasting the opportunity!" he complained. Nevertheless, he'd come here in response to something. "Wait, what the fuck would I be getting a call here for?"

Rangiku wouldn't give someone a job they might not want, according to the woman herself. Looking down at her body, and even seeing her face, Jin didn't think she'd have much trouble in that regard. "I'll take that job," he said during that initial plunge. It seemed things were working just as Jin anticipated. He hit the blonde's cervix, and her legs reactively wrapped around him. That creaking stool was a potential issue, but it couldn't be a real problem soon enough to stop him rocking it with consistent ramming him thrusts into Rangiku's core.

[Apollymi]

That tween pair was sinking deeper into depravity. They were only chatting for the sake of extending their deviance, and both of them were acutely aware of this fact. At the same time, Miko for her part in it, would only encourage more deviance as she was already having a good time. "It doesn't have to be too quick... being thorough is still important♪~" Miko chirped encouraging this dive to continue for as long as it needed to. Yet, she could still feel herself building further and further towards an orgasm. That pressure against her leg was quite nice and with Takao stablizing himself the movements of his hips were something she could go along with in time. "Chii♪~" a little chirp escaped the girl as the moment continued to move. Since one leg was already being used the small girl would have an easy time, shifting herself around between strokes. eventually she'd be facing the young man in question not removing the leg he was leaning up, but ending with the other one wrapped around his waist. She felt the innate desire to cling as that feeling got worse in her loins and would act on it. She'd reach her arms up and either she'd end up pulling him closer in towards her even while that leg remained up or, she'd end up clinging to his fore with both her arms and legs around him while he remained upright. Either was fine, she just wanted to be closer. Close enough to seek more skin contact.

Meanwhile, it wasn't just the black haired youth atop that bus. A black haired young woman was also seemingly content to stretch out across his lap, almost languidly as she observed the goings on in that car. "I don't know there's something about extreme car yoga~" she said jokingly as she flipped her hair over. "Actually, given how she is, we can't assume this was a planned incident," she added soon after. As for why he was called here, there was no real reason that Kimiko could think of, as far as her senses alerted her, there weren't any strange events going on here. "No idea, I assume it involves her in some way but this seems pretty normal to me..." Kimiko stated Ah, but there was one abnormal thing going on. Within Miko, there was a collective of her other selves. Right now that number was relatively small... but with it being so small... and everyone within being so young, there wasn't a direct action being taken. The one known as Sinais had finally woken without proximity to a certain spirit. As such, when the eldest of them disappeared for whatever reason, she'd decided to... 'raid the fridge' so to speak. Though instead of looking for snacks while all the others were occupying watching the claiming of Takao... she was busy, looking for a box. She'd pushed aside many random memories logged away for whatever reason, all in search for something truly forbidden, the box she was told she couldn't have. What she knew of it, was that it contained the memories of her core self's childhood on Alaya. What she didn't know was where it was hidden when the eldest of them disappeared. So obviously, every box with a childhood memory in it, was to be at least looked at. Strangely, the proximity of Yugi brought forth a resonance in the young demon's loins. She could feel something terrible within herself, an amount of horny she shouldn't have. So what would she do? "Obviously, there is some great shit in here!" she assumed as she read the front of a box marked 'Masked Boy Game' What kind of game had the little one played in her human life. Well, given how Sinais felt, she had to find out. And thus the box opened. And it was poured into her personal well, so she could, dive into the memory and see it directly.

At the same time, that bar was seeing two people brought together for the enjoyment of both. Ramming speed was found and maintained and the physical reaction of Rangiku's body to try and cling to the man in front of her, was stifled only by the sensation of having her cervix constantly battered by something so thick. She'd been ready to shame Reina about it, but that one being basically unconscious behind her, made so much sense, if she'd taken this kind of thickness with the added snug fit of a split. "Ugh♥~ Am I really the third one to get this... It's fucking ridiculous!" she exclaimed as her body promoted an orgasm if only to further slicken her canal. Her hips moved with the stool as she clung to the man in front of her. Being pounded like this definitely had some advantages, especially given the twitches already present in her loins that could feel a real, blood pumping human cock just battering away at her. Even if she hit the floor because the stool gave out, it would all be worth it for the next few seconds. When she forgot to breath and her core seized up properly due to sheer stimulation.

[Bloodedge]

Time was a relative thing. Takao tried to justify his actions with the idea of a quick check, yet Miko argued against something 'too quick' being necessary. Fair enough, Takao thought. "Well yeah, we should definitely be sure," he agreed aloud. Moments began blending together as they continued to rock the car. Over time, Miko's position shifted enough to leave the pair facing each other. Takao looked down into the girl's face as one leg, and eventually both arms ensnared his upper body. There truly was no escape now. Good. He would have hated to be minus another excuse, and with one, he could confidently lower his body into that embrace and bring their lips into contact yet again. All the while, Yugi was not quite alone atop Dreameater's tour bus. Kimiko accompanied him to express her own thoughts on the events unfolding within a sedan as opposed to the bus. "I don't trust either of them around each other. Definitely not planned. Really makes me want to check their privilege for wasting a good bus scene though," he griped. As for what called him here, he had nary a clue. It had to be something; he didn't actually appear in this time period for no reason. What could it have been?

In truth, there was one individual commonly known as 'Masked Boy', and it was his younger self. The rummaging of Sinais within Miko's soul chamber had resulted in the opening of a box from... only a couple of years before the present day. That long forgotten time period of a masked Yugi involved a noteworthy encounter at Miko's childhood home. Yugi, in his younger years, sported a mask over the top half of his face. He had no name; he was just the Prime Minister's son tagging along during his father's business visit to the Iino household. Even in youth, however... Yugi was a degenerate. Wherever they were at the memory's start, he'd recently acquired a pair of blue-striped panties and stored them in his breeches. Those panties belonged to none other than a younger Iino Miko... and of course, they were not acquired by being gifted.

As the third person in this group to receive Jin sexually, Rangiku was in an interesting position. The end of this round would be the most difficult to achieve yet. As such, he had high hopes for her ability to bring it about. Sex appeal was one thing, but all five women had that. What more would he find dealing with this one? Time would tell. For now, Jin was bringing a little bit of recklessness to the proverbial table. The more he worked his hips, the more Rangiku and that stool beneath her would be tilting. There was no real danger to the situation, though. Why? Well, Rangiku's leg-wrap wasn't the only safety net. Jin had originally grabbed her by the sides, and now... it seemed he intended to keep that grip firm whether the barstool survived or not. Sadly for the stool... it probably wouldn't survive his next few pumps. "Not a complaint, is it?" Jin asked sarcastically in response to her claim of ridiculousness.

[Apollymi]

During their time together, Takao was able to spare a few extra words. Miko wasn't teasing him completely but there was an innate sense of satisfaction to be found in the lass who'd managed to quiet one of her more talkative friends. Oh well, she'd smirk as she enjoyed him and felt the constant pulse within her own loins as he pushed around. "Well, I'm definitely moving towards sure... keep going though♪~" Miko flirted. Well, their shifting body positions and the like were enough to ensure that there was no escape for either of them. Miko didn't intend to turn back, no... once a decision was made. Her decisions were made with reckless abandon and no further planning or consideration. Plans were being executed, even in their half-baked states. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, he leaned in, their lips came together and it was something she'd enjoy even more. She squealed into his mouth, aiming to add tongue while offering her own mouth as free space. Just the same, that build up was approaching its maximum, and eventually, her loins would tighten and somehow even more moisture would leave her core to dampen whatever it made contact with. Just the same there was nothing as satisfying as finishing with something thick buried all the way inside of her person. Meanwhile, Kimiko was hearing the kinds of gripes that Yugi had with an early pair. Miko and Takao were both untrustworthy when moving in tandem, but the idea of checking their privilege over bus use, was just a funny Yugi thing to do. "Early days like these... I'm sure they'll do it at their earliest convenience, with or without their third is the main question~" Kimiko claimed teasingly. Whatever reason Yugi actually ended up here... she couldn't know.

Meanwhile, that memory in Miko's soul chamber, had a small girl, brunette with lazy pigtails was immediately following up the panty thief. Those little toes of hers pitter-pattered across the floor, as she rushed the hall at full speed. She ended up in front of the same room that the masked boy was in sliding to a halt, face flushed and an accusatory finger and thumb extended in a point. Though she was physically quite small, she was actually fifteen years old. In her last year of middle school, wearing a white uniform dress with a black collar reminiscent of a sailor outfit. A hushed whisper left her as she looked a bit crazed with the light in her eyes dancing. "What did you take?!" she asked looking wildly paranoid but... was she? If one considered that she was only recently weened off Adderall and was diagnosed as having both ADHD and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder... with acute auditory senses, she was sure something was out of place and she'd heard him moving around. This memory was one being watched with strange interest, was this a sexual encounter that Miko simply boxed up?

At the same time, Rangiku was being pummeled from the front. She was clinging to Jin by the legs but it seemed nothing was stopping him from pummeling the end of her at every thrust. It was enough to stir her brain from her loins, and actually quite impressive if she could have gotten the words out. "Compliment!~" she mentioned her tone seeming to lose a bit of her lazy attitude. 'Don't drop me I'm soft!' she thought as her legs tightened a bit. Oh well, she was already one orgasm in and he was still murdering her insides, what could she do other than die? Well, finally hear the sound of that creaking. The sound still wasn't enough to stop her, all she could do was hope her legs were strong enough, but she definitely wouldn't be doing anything to hinder this man as he ruined her. Just the same it became obvious to the remaining others that there was quite the bit of aggression worked up in this man and he was currently pounding Rangiku into paste.

[Bloodedge]

Miko 'moving towards sure' as she put it, was of little consequence to Takao. She could be as certain as she wanted to be, and he'd probably still push for greater certainty in the moment. Just a bit more. Takao continued to lean on that justification as their bodies became more inseparable, even linking at the mouth again. Tongues were dancing like they'd never stopped. One of Takao's arms remained in full contact with Miko's leg from beneath, and the other settled over her head against the seat. In time, his hips were moving only by the effort of his spine, pumping and pumping into Miko's womb with no concern for the fact that he was already leaking pre-ejaculate into her. All the while, Yugi was outside leaning forward, curious about something new. He could feel the signs of a special call coming from... Miko, undoubtedly. It was somehow incomplete, though. Why could that have been?

A memory box continued letting its hidden scene unfold. The younger Yugi sat in relative peace on a couch, wondering if he'd successfully gotten away with an act of theft. Everything was in order; the plan should have worked perfectly. Alas, that pitter patter moving toward the room he occupied could have only belonged to one person. Both of their fathers were on the other side of the house, and it surely wasn't Miko's mother. No, it was the girl herself barreling into the room to accuse him. Where he'd gone wrong, Yugi didn't know... nor did Miko seem to know exactly what he'd taken. Calmly did he answer her question, despite a hidden internal annoyance. "What kind of thing is that to ask a guess who's minding his own business? Pretty dumb way to make an impression if you ask me," he said with a bit of snark. Internally however, he was having a very different reaction. 'What the fuck?! I did not fuck this up! She doesn't even know what I got! Is she just paranoid?'

Bit by bit, the quality of Jin's leisure time was improving. Though none of these women seemed leaps and bounds above the others as he cycled through them, moving from one to another did more than just keep Jin entertained; it kept his excitement growing. Activity was both a choice and a requirement the longer he went on. There was a cost to be paid for that, and sadly the barstool beneath Rangiku had to pay it. Its hind legs cracked and snapped, making useless the entire object. Alas, Rangiku would not have to concern herself with falling. "Your arms work, don't they?" he asked. Jin had no interest in continuing to hold the woman up by her sides. If he had to do something like that while continuing to thrust as he was, there would likely be some natural repercussions to the effort.

[Apollymi]

Miko was letting go of multiple contented squeals as their mouths found each other again. That minty flavor wasn't one she'd ever dislike, she was certain. She wanted so much of it, she had to get more... and in exchange she offered up her own persimmon flavor to him. Had she always liked kissing this much? She was sure she did, but somehow she couldn't have said making out with him wasn't her favorite thing to do. Even while he wasn't moving around inside her, now that he was moving his hips with his cock planted firmly within her womb, she couldn't do anything but enjoy each and every second. That leakage into her womb was barely an appetizer, she wanted even more! She couldn't wait to feel him splash and fill her insides, she needed it. Her day would be made so long as they could continue like this. Even now she could only be made happier by the hand that found its way atop her head while she was being pummeled. "Squee♪~" she chirped happily. At the same time, she knew nothing directly of the call... but someone else was watching a very early version of the same girl make a strange first impression.

That memory was indeed unfolding and after reaching that person sitting on the couch in his half mask, she made her accusation in that quiet whisper only to be told... it was a bad way to make a first impression. Miko looked at him her face still flushed and studied his face. Both of them were odd children for their parentage and placement in this world, but... that didn't matter at all. "No." that was it. All she managed initially. A long moment of silence and a stare of eyes full of innocence and curiosity were looking at him. He was new... too new she didn't know how to navigate around him. She wasn't used to being on the spot in these sorts of situations she didn't expect to encounter something so random when her parents said they were having guests. "You earned the bad first impression." Miko stated earnestly. "My bad first impression would be admitting that I have ADHD and OCD and extreme auditory sensitivity and I was recently weened off Adderall," she said quickly. That happened from time to time, she opened her mouth and the absolute truth fell out of it. She couldn't really hide anything. "That was an overshare," she said looking exceedingly embarrassed for just a moment. "Still, I know you took something from me. I am not just paranoid... I'm not mad, but I know something's gone," the young girl chirped out. No matter how unbothered this male seemed, she knew something had moved, she also had a pretty reasonable idea of what was taken, she just didn't want to say, because it was embarrassing and she'd rather not assume someone actually stole such a random thing from her.

Meanwhile that barstool wasn't going to last. Rangiku had some idea about that, but that wouldn't stop the woman from fully enjoying her current situation. While she was pummeled it did eventually crack, but she didn't fall when it did. "Eek!~" a girly squeak escaped the buxom woman who'd been spouting pure sex appeal the entire time. Not many things could make someone like that act cute, but finding herself randomly held up when she thought she was going to fall was one of them. No, Jin was holding her up, and asking if her arms worked. "Yea, they work, obviously you do too!~" she claimed as she finished wrapping herself around him. She was sure a man hadn't picked her up like this since her second year of high school maybe? The definitely didn't normally come with both enough dick and enough muscles to do both regularly. Whatever change in grip he wanted to commit to, Rangiku was fine to keep following along, that was one broken bar stool down for the day.

[Bloodedge]

So early in what those who knew magic would call 'true' sex, Takao found the detriment of how incredibly firm he was becoming within Miko. The harder he was, the more stuck he was. Would he ever be capable of retracting his cock from her womb? Well... that probably required finishing the job, which he frankly had no issues with. Heated breaths were swapped via melodic sighs. Even when Takao chose to speak, he didn't move his face an inch. "I can't pull back. We should stop, but... no choice but to finish now♫~" he said, falling into bullshit excuses as easily as he fell into Miko for several minutes on end. His hips wouldn't stop even as time led to a swelling of his cock and a tightening of his sack. In full embrace and with an active make-out quickly raising the car's internal temperature, Takao wouldn't and couldn't think twice about exploding within Miko directly. It wasn't like he had a choice... but just as he'd warned earlier, even having one wouldn't have kept him from the satisfaction of release. "Hnnn♫~" he moaned into the girl's mouth, gushing once, twice, even thrice into her womb.

Within the memory, Yugi was countered with a simple... no. It was completely nonsensical, but the brown-haired girl accused him of making the bad impression with his antics. He opened his mouth to respond, but word vomit belonged to the girl who immediately admitted to her ADHD, OCD and overly sensitive ears. As she said immediately afterwards, that speech was absolutely an overshare of information. Alas, most of it was already understood. "The first two were obvious," the masked boy stated. He thought enough care had been taken to avoid suspicion, but her alleged hearing ability was a factor he couldn't have accounted for... nor was the extreme level of OCD this one may have possessed. Oh well; he'd been caught, even if not directly. Miko seemed calm enough in asking what he'd taken, so he'd be equally calm when saying what it was. In fact, the boy's entire demeanor was aged beyond his years as he nonchalantly said: "Pantsu."

The passage of time accomplished a great deal more than Takao's buildup. Back at the bar, it also led to the destruction of a stool. No matter; Jin had his current partner held in place for the time being. He didn't intend to leave things that way, however. When Rangiku was wrapped around him with more than just her legs, he had a bit more freedom to work with. His left forearm was soon pressed against her lower back, both helping hold the woman up and forcing an arch in her spine. He wouldn't be using his arm to move her, though. No, Jin had a different plan in mind. "Not the only thing working around here," he said. Jin's thrusting hadn't ceased or slowed, but would now be gaining vigor enough to rock the blonde's body, up and down, to and fro ─ almost as if he were auditioning to be some strange, vertical mechanical bull. Of course, that would only result in an increase to the impact against Rangiku's cervix... or perhaps a bit more?

[Apollymi]

True sex, as it was known was one of deep penetration. To reach the womb was an essential part of personal evolution for both parties. In this moment, in the back seat of a luxury car, filled to the brim with with heated breaths and the sounds of active sex. This was a strange paradise currently, one that Miko wasn't herself ready to leave. With Takao buried in her womb, it would seem by his words he wasn't ready to leave either. "You have to finish inside. It's unavoidable. You're locked in♪~" Miko agreed though both knew it was a pretense. There was no moving backwards, only forwards for both of them. This shift in their friendship was one which Miko had never actually imagined until now, but now that it was here... she wouldn't allow herself or him to backtrack. She was too invested to let him go a second time. And deep down she felt like she wouldn't survive another lifetime without him, as dramatic as that seemed even to her. Ah but she wouldn't have to, amidst an embrace and minor act of contortion, the girl would soon feel something so very normal to her now. The sensation of the filling of her womb. One... two... three... the pulses within her caused a similar reaction in her own body. Her mouth opened and that perfectly little high note escaped as she experienced the orgasm caused by the filling. "Ooooh-ah♪" A singular moment of perfect harmony shared and a certain connection cemented.

While a chorus of Mikos watched her crowning achievement... one was busy watching her younger years with a different individual. There was something about this that was stirring her inside, but she couldn't figure out what that meant. Ah, but it didn't matter, she'd just masturbate and watch, surely there was a pick up or something. Maybe it was just a leftover feeling from the super important thing happening outside? Whatever the case, a younger Miko had committed the most embarrassing act of word vomit, only to have the black haired mask boy confirm that two of the things she said were obvious. "Don't tell me that," she said her face so flushed with her own embarrassment that she was quite literally changing temperatures. Whatever the case, she knew he'd taken something and she watched and listened carefully. What did he take from her, after being able to confirm that she knew he'd taken something? Pantsu... "Pantsu..." she repeated softly. Her bran was processing while looking at a young man who looked much older and much less bothered than he should have about being properly labeled as a thief. Meanwhile the girl herself was bright red, her mouth wrinkled and it seemed like steam was escaping her ears which were also red. "Whaaa!" that scream was nearly silent and she immediately began pace. Basically tiptoeing in front of the lad in her tights at rapid speed. "Why would you even bother taking those, just out of a drawer?!" she managed to get out while pacing. "If you're going to take things you should leave something, it's fair. An exchange." she said firmly. "You owe me something!" she pointed out childishly. Oddly enough, she hadn't asked for them back, but she still didn't understand why he'd bother taking them one neatly folded pair of stripped panties weren't even hard to come by.

Meanwhile, a shift was occurring in that bar. With everyone one that Jin experienced some kind of new impact was made. Rangiku had an arch forced into her spine. As she clung to the man who was pounding her she noted that he'd not stopped at all. Actually, each hit was something that seemed to go much deeper than the last. Those pushes against her cervix would eventually lead to a bit of softening as the body tried to adapt to the punishment it was being given and Jin might find himself, just barely peeking into a womb normally closed off. "Ugh♥~ It shouldn't feel so good~" Rangiku claimed, Even so it wouldn't be stopping her own body seemed to want to progress a bit. Her hips shifted into those thrusts as they kept happening. Almost as if she needed time to warm up and stretch to really get going. Well, that was her personality, lazy until roused, but such things tended to have breaking points and as hers was reached she became a more active participant in her own wrecking, making sure every thrust was met by a slam from her own end, causing some of the best sensations she'd felt in decades.

[Bloodedge]

Three spurts erupted into Miko's womb, and Takao experienced something akin to a light seizure throughout his body. His movements came to a halt, his weight bearing down on Miko for a moment of recovery. Was this a bad idea? Absolutely not, he thought. In fact, his mind wasn't leaning in the direction of that moment being an ending either. No. Silence took him as all the air left his lungs. Once recovered, he was lightly pumping once again. "So, like I was saying... we should make sure we get a good feel, right? Just a few minutes, so we know what to expect later?" he asked as if the deed hadn't just been done. Indeed... he was right back to bullshit excuses.

In terms of excuses, Yugi had none within that memory. He'd stolen undergarments straight out of Miko's wardrobe, but her initial concern was being told how obvious her traits were. "It's no big deal. Other people probably wouldn't notice too easily. Most people are dumb," he claimed. With the eventual freak-out of Miko knowing what he'd taken, there was questioning... and a strange reprimand. She didn't demand the return of her undergarments, but instead claimed he owed her something in exchange for the theft. Even under the mask, there was a visible elevated brow from the lad. "... Uh-huh. Most people would say 'give them back' or something like that. It's what I was banking on, actually," he said first. "And you said that weird. Like, what, is it weird that I took them out of the drawer? I'm not gonna take them from the laundry, and it'd be impossible to take them off you. That's a case and a lifetime branding. And what would I even put in their place? My underwear? Also a case, but if that's what you want, whatever. Kinda weird though," he said as if he wasn't the panty thief in this conversation.

The rocking of Rangiku's body was the official beginning of Jin's session with her. At least, that was how the magical types would view it. He'd breached her womb, even if only just. Both he and Rangiku seemed conscious of that occurrence, with the woman claiming it shouldn't feel so good. Jin, equally surprised but knowing of the phenomenon from a comrade, had something else to say. "Urusai! No point questioning a good thing; get into it!" he insisted. It seemed that instruction wasn't even necessary. Rangiku, the apparent laziest of the group, was working her own hips against his. A resonance of squelching and slapping filled the bar as Jin relished in a very new occurrence for him. Well... in any previous experiences that involved such depth, there was no womb to speak of without immediately causing someone's prolapse, so he'd surely be making the most of this.