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“How’s…. How’s this feel?” Samjo gasped. He looked down at his partner in predicament, laying on her back with her legs hitched around his waist.

“This whole thing is so… Ah! So bullshit!!” Shrenne grunted out. Even if she was pissed off, it was a little hard to concentrate enough to be fully angry that the position that they were in.

It was an unusual set-up to be sure. Each one of them trapped with a heavy collar around each of their necks. With the metal loops attached to long, sturdy chains that connected them to the walls opposite of one another. With only just enough slack that they could touch one another with outstretched arms. All but for their lower bodies.

The condition for being released was simple, and prominently displayed on the screen on one wall. Achieve orgasm once for each of them, and the chains would be dropped. It was a ridiculous, embarrassing, utterly asinine trial of whatever the hell the people in charge were thinking as they were being entertained by the two of them going at it like this. It was already enough that she could feel Samjo’s thrusts reaching all the way to the back with each snap of his hips. But now Shrenne had to imagine the people behind that giant wall of one-way glass. Thinking of how many people were behind that wall, watching their increasingly sweaty naked bodies as they were chasing both pleasure and the goal of being released.

“Ah!” Shrenne gasped aloud, pressing her calves against Samjo’s back when he hit her at just a certain angle on a thrust.

“Wha… You okay?” Samjo asked, pausing at an infuriatingly good angle that kept on pressing the place he’d just hit.

“Y-yeah! Fine! You just…” Shrenne bit her lips, not fully willing to voice how good it felt to have him get that right spot. “Just… What you did just now. Keep doing that,” was all she was willing to choke out.

“… Ah, I getcha.” Well, the least Shrenne could say was that Samjo was quick on the uptake. Because he got a good grip on Shrenne’s waist and began to try and thrust just that same way.

Shrenne moaned aloud involuntarily, now feeling just the right place being so thoroughly stimulated. It felt so good, she started feeling breathless for reasons other than the collar just digging into her throat from being pulled slightly further from the wall. When she cracked her eyes to look up at Samjo, she could see his face flushed and reddened. Whether through effort, pleasure, or him also being slightly choked by the strain of the collar, Shrenne couldn’t tell for sure. But, in some little corner of her mind, there was some part of her that might have considered being a little flattered if it were the second.

“Ghh!” Shrenne gagged softly suddenly, feeling the collar digging into her throat at an uncomfortable angle that pressed a little too hard on her trachea. Samjo noticed, and somehow managed to stop on the most infuriating angle, again.”

“What’s… what’s wrong?” He panted, looking down at her. Shrenne couldn’t help but feel a little bad. He was the one putting in all the work on this because there wasn’t enough slack for her to ride him or anything.

“Nothing. Just… This collar is getting really uncomfortable,” Shrenne gasped.

“Oh, that…” Samjo hesitated, looking over Shrenne so intensely that it made her feel even more exposed than she already was with her being completely naked and speared on him like this. “Hold on. Maybe if we just… try a different position…”

“Huh? W-wai-”

Samjo pulled out of Shrenne with an embarrassingly wet sound, leaving her with a sense of sudden emptiness. But this too quickly passed when Samjo used his grip on her waist to turn her over onto her front. Before Shrenne could so much as start to ask what he was doing, she felt that sudden intrusion again that sent shocks over her nervous system.

“Ahh!!” Shrenne could moan much more clearly, now that none of her throat was being constricted. And was encouraged to all the more by Samjo falling back into his prior pace. Now with more leeway to maneuver, he was putting in his best effort, while all Shrenne could do was claw at the floor and let out little muted sounds of pleasure while he went to town on her.

It was infuriating just how good he was at finding the right spot. Like every time he thrust he found someplace new that lit up her body. Shrenne’s head fell to one side, and her gaze fell onto the reflection of herself in that mirror.

Was this what those people on the other side were seeing of her? So laid out and vulnerable like this? Quaking with every thrust with her face completely red? With so much wetness trailing down her thighs while Samjo and his ridiculously toned former athlete body was so furiously chasing down both of their orgasms? Was this all embarrassment, or was there a bit of a thrill to this?

What would it look like to them when they finally came, ever closer it was coming? Would they see her belly swell, trying to fit as much of his cum as could be managed before it was all sent gushing down her thighs from being unable to take it all? More being pushed out with each shaky residual thrust from Samjo and each wanting clench of her inner walls trying to squeeze out more from him?

All the while, with those watching, exacting eyes through that glass, taking in every last second of the scene laid out before him-

“Hey! Dongrang!!”

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Dongrang blinked, pulled out of his head by the sound of an irate voice. Shrenne sat at the other side of the table in the conference room, glaring at him. One hand was still resting atop the table from her slapping it loudly against its surface which had produced the sound that snapped him to attention.

“I said, do you have your most recent results plotted out? My department has been waiting on them for a week!”

“Ah, yes. They’re right here in my binder,” Dongrang smiled without missing a beat. He flipped it open, and extracted the documents from inside before handing them across the table to her. “Apologies for the delay. I would have emailed them to you, but you know. Cybersecurity increased and all.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Shrenne muttered. She snatched them from him, and immediately began flipping through them. “Okay, looks like they’re all here. Finally. Now we can start on the next phase of things in our lab… Oh, thank you.”

This last one was not directed at Dongrang. This rather more polite utterance had been instead directed at Samjo. Who had approached the table with a cup of coffee for her that Dongrang had requested he give her when he’d made a lighthearted suggestion that her current sour mood was due to a shortage of caffeine in her system. Shrenne had snapped at him at the insinuation, but was much more pleasant in accepting the drink from Samjo, of course not even acknowledging that it was Dongrang who had asked she be given it in the first place.

Dongrang leaned one arm on the table, observing the two through the glare of his glasses reflecting the fluorescent lighting in the room.

“What? What are you looking at?” Shrenne snapped, giving him a suspicious look.

Dongrang, on his part, just smiled ever so pleasantly. Knowing that there was no way that either Shrenne nor Samjo would be able to guess that in his minds’ eye he was picturing two thick bands of leather binding their necks.

“Oh, nothing. Just letting my mind wander a little.”

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Of all of the treasures that the Lord of Hongyuan held in his own two hands, H Corp’s Singularity, the leashes of the Heishou packs, the accumulated power of all the houses of Hongyuan that he had felled with his own two hands, he could honestly say that the woman who he embraced to him was the most precious and treasured of them all.

Daiyu could have left this place when he rose to his throne of power. Especially when he had sent away her mistress of so many years. While he held no special feelings for the daughter of the Xue family, he was a man with ruthlessness but not remarkable cruelty to those who had not wronged him or who chose to stand between him and his dreams. She had aided him in his rise to power, foolishly but of her own will and affection. So, unlike her kin, he had not seen her executed to the point that no life insurance could revive her. She had been given a gentler fate, even if not a kinder one. She would live as many of the rest of her days hidden away as her new masters saw fit, weaving the fates of others in the cloister of an Index cavern. Isolated, but protected from the storm that brewed throughout all of Hongyuan’s walls. (While those of the Pinky could not fully control the likes of the Index, he at least knew those who might be able to tip the scales of fate in his favor enough that such a thing could be assured.)

And yet, Daiyu did not choose to follow her mistress. Not because she was not wanted or needed, but purely of her own desires. He felt gratitude for this, that given this chance she chose fully of her own volition to follow him once she came to see that this was truly a plan of his own design.

There was never an expectation on his part for her to do anything but be his companion and guard, even though the Heishou were more than suited to the latter task. He would have been more than happy for them to spend the evening hours whiling away his scant times of waking restfulness in enjoying pleasant games of strategy or relaxing to the simple pleasures of music and poetry from those dustiest of tomes which he felt weren’t so foolhardy as to keep.

And yet, as if it were inevitable, the first kiss had been laid upon his lips on that particular night. And nothing had stood between the two of them since.

“Do you enjoy staring at me so much?” Daiyu asked, laying back against the bedding. Hong Lu looked down upon her, admiring the supple, sturdy musculature of her body laid out openly below him. There was no need for such guards between them in these moments. He’d long since stopped assuming her intent was to slit his throat or stab out his good eye with a hairpin when she got the opportunity. He was as bared and vulnerable to Daiyu as she was to him.

“Even an unskilled artist is able to appreciate objective beauty when laid out before them,” Hong Lu replied, his voice as warm as the hand that he ran over a familiar scar along Daiyu’s side. Daiyu huffed, pink dusted across her cheeks.

“You’ve grown so cheeky since you were younger,” Daiyu muttered. She hitched her legs more firmly around his waist, reminding Hong Lu quite insistently of the fact that he was teasing her by being so still while buried into her like this. “And yet you won’t accept a word of compliment yourself.”

“Even a pebble polished to gleaming must acknowledge the beauty of a bloom,” Hong Lu replied airily. He ran one hand down a thigh that pressed to his body, the other tracing up her abdomen til he could feel the press of his own thumb placing pressure against his member through the layer of muscle and skin. Drawing a shiver from the both of them. “Flowers are cultivated things, but even those which are wild and survive only on that which they can scavenge from nature are admired for their wildness and their very nature. While the value of a stone is wholly dependent on its use to humankind and how thoroughly it is polished and cut to fit its purpose.” Hong Lu leaned down now, feeling their bodied melding together more closely until he could place a kiss upon her collarbone. “I think I admire the hardy beauty of a wild flower much more than the coarse roughness of a stone.”

“If you think yourself so coarse, you’re hardly showing it to me,” Daiyu replied. Hong Lu felt fingers weave into his hair, and he let himself be pulled up until he was looking down directly into Daiyu’s face. “If you know how hardy a flower can be, then there’s no need to worry about how rough you can be with it, right?”

“… Yes. I suppose it would be disrespectful to it to act any other way, wouldn’t it?”

It was a delightful familiarity, that intimate stroke of skin against skin and flesh sliding past flesh. Hong Lu let himself be embraced in all the ways she wanted to embrace him, and in turn gave his lover all that he could offer to her.

In part, as a way to make up for all that he could not.

A flower could be admired, caressed, and tended for everything that it was. And he did so as much as he could when they were allowed moments like these. But as much as Daiyu liked to boast about her hardiness as a wild bloom, she as much as he was a wild-originated bloom which had been cultivated and tended in all the ways Hongyuan required to make her fit its ideal of a garden ever since she was young.

And like any wild bloom that tending hands sought to tame, controlling its propagation was as important as shaping its stems and roots. Without stamen and pistil, a single flower that was wholly dependent on those maintaining its roots would never see its next generation. And that tending had been done far too many years ago for either of them to have done anything about it.

He thought she might have chided him when he told her he had chosen to do the same, once he became the master of his own garden. But the potential anger he imagined never came from her. Only that quiet understanding which somehow became so much easier now that they were past the point of what they thought they had once wanted.

When his life was done, the final ripples of the stone disrupting the pond smoothed away to glass while he and his legacy sank into the silt of time in its depths, so too would the name of Jia. There were plans in motion, when his time was done there would be new hands to hold his leashes and new hands to tend the gardens of Hongyuan. But he had long been determined that his seed would never see Hongyuan’s fertile soils. His one atonement in honor of the Kong Family who had been felled unjustly. Though it would be with a silent whimper rather than a bloody bang, the end would come for the house of Jia just the same.

What, then, of himself and Daiyu? Two souls who still embraced one another like this who never would have had the choice to bear fruit even if they might have wanted?

“Mmh… Your body feels so warm tonight,” Hong Lu murmured, breath washing over the shell of Daiyu’s ear. “I can feel you embracing me so deeply inside… Is your womb wanting for my fulfillment that badly?”

“You always ask questions you- mm~ … That you know the answer to already.”

It was an immature thing, in the core of its nature. Little different than when they were just two children playing pretend. From the times when they thought babies were found in the center of blooming flowers or carried in on the wind by birds. And yet, the fantasy held its comforts in the ideas of what they could have had in a better life.

Then why not indulge in the pretend of it, when there was nothing in reality they could grasp to fulfill it?

“You act as if I’m so greedy… When you can barely keep from burying yourself in me like this,” Daiyu gasped. As if the sounds of wetness from their bodies meeting was from nothing but the lubrication he had applied to himself. “I bet you won’t let me up until the sun rises. You- Ah~ You’ll want to keep going until I can’t hold anymore. And even then so afraid to spill even a single drop~”

“How could I help myself,” Hong Lu purred in return. “I’m so eager at the thought of it. Seeing your belly swell with me. Will it not help you later when it takes root to have practice being so full?”

“Such pretty sentiments for someone with such base desires.” Daiyu locked her legs around him as she chided him, pulling her body up into his thrusts while she clung to his shoulders. “You ram~ Into me like you’re trying to breach my womb li-like this~ When you twitch inside at the slightest squeeze. Eager for me to wring you dry as always.”

“And you do so every time,” Hong Lu replied. He increased his speed and depth of thrust, panting warmly as he felt his loins tense and heat rise. “I couldn’t help myself with how tightly you squeeze me~ How sweet your voice when you beg me to give you a child~” His breath hitched, more from the thought than of her body eagerly drawing him in. “I’ll give you as many as you want. You’ll be so full of me that there’s no possibility it wouldn’t take. Every thrust of my hips, and drop of my essence. All for you to give you what I’ve always wanted to-”

Daiyu kissed him, sealing away the rest of his words, and he eagerly accepted her silencing intimacy. He could feel her flutter around him, his own muscles sparking with want as he tried to find purchase to thrust ever deeper when she was already clinging to him so.

One of her hands fell from his shoulder, landing against the bedding. And without so much as opening his eye his fingers found the spaces between hers. And their hips locked and pressed in at that final angle that let him finally spill as deeply into her as they could. That wave of pleasure rolled over the both of them, while they kissed deeply and let the fantasy sweep away their rational minds.

Then it was over, and they were just two lovers panting against the sheets. Unwilling to pull apart their bodies in any way that would physically separate them. Hong Lu couldn’t see her face while his forehead pressed into the bedding, but in his mind’s eye he could picture the dazed, content look on Daiyu’s face that she often got after a round.

“… They would have had your eyes,” he heard a soft voice in his ear. His lips thinned, fingers tensing where they curled between hers. Like the fledgling petals of a flower bud doomed to never bloom for the conditions it was forced to grow in. “Your real eyes, the ones that I really treasured.”

“… That would have been lovely, Daiyu.”

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“Sh-Shit! Sorry about this, boss. Guess I… I got a little too cocky this time. Since you got caught up in this thing with me.”

Hohenheim sighed, not appearing particularly bothered about the current situation they were in.

“These things can happen in the course of scientific progress, Johann. I should have accounted for this and set the Qliphoth deterrence at a higher level. Thankfully despite its ability to escape captivity, it’s a fairly weak sort of existence. It will be time-consuming to deal with, but I doubt it’ll bring us serious harm by the time this is over.”

“Y-Yeah. Maybe, but ah…. Still a little awkward, ain’t it?”

To most people, this probably would have indeed been the case. The Abnormality in question, from Hohenheim’s research, appeared to gain sustenance from contact with the body high levels of certain hormones and chemicals were being released. Dopamine being one of the most prominent, but also the general cocktail of serotonin, endorphins, and oxytocin. And its normal course of action appeared to be creating these by stimulating the human body through tactile manipulation.

Which, in this particular case, meant that the thing’s appendages were currently running over their bodies every which way in search of erogenous spots while tying down their limbs. Originally only Johann had been the one planned to act as a subject to test the limits of its tactile manipulation abilities, like usual. But through a series of mishaps, this had been the result.

The thing hadn’t managed to fully remove Hoheheim’s pants yet, but it was currently squirming around inside the clothing’s confines and releasing copious amounts of slime so it could smoothly run up and down his penis. Which still left him in better standing than Johann, who thanks to all of his squirming was far more nude than Hohenheim and currently had tentacles both stimulating his genitals and what Hohenheim could only assume was probing his anus for the most ideal way to stimulate his prostate.

“It’s fascinating to see how efficient these creatures are,” Hohenheim noted. “The ones with different textures appear to have different purposes and grip strengths. And seem to seek out different erogenous zones automatically. I wish I was able to get ahold of my pen and notepad. This is some fascinating data we’re missing out on.”

“Come on, Hohenheim. Think maybe was got a little more important worries going on?” Johann groaned. He wasn’t complaining about the situation, it was hardly the first time something like this had happened in the course of experiments. But it was annoying and more than a little embarrassing to get caught up in what amounted to a giant living sex toy. “… Okay. Here’s the plan. I think it’s loosening its grip on me because it’s so focused on my- Ahhhhh… Uh, you know. Up there,” Johann cleared his throat, motioning over his shoulder with his chin where one of the thicker ones had clearly managed to locate that prostate angle it had been seeking out. “I bet if I manage to shove off this table, I can knock myself loose and then go for the emergency suppressors cans. Then when I get you loose we can shove it back in the cage.” He laughed a little sheepishly. “At least this thing getting my pants off means I don’t gotta worry about tripping over them. Okay, I’m gonna do this on three. Ooone…”

“Johann, I would highly recommend against his course of-”

“Three!!” Ah, right. That habit of his to skip clear over two and jump right into action. The least he could do was say he was counting in odd numbers.

Nevertheless, Johann launched himself through the air, actually managing to successfully loosen himself from the mucous-slick tentacles holding onto him. Propelling himself through the air and to freedom.

This was, of course, until he crashed bodily into the restrained Hohenheim, who the tentacles moved right into his path as some kind of human shield to keep him from his goal. Hohenheim grunted, feeling the tentacles around his genitals tighten at the impact. And before either could react, more appeared and bound them together securely so their chests were pressed against one another. Not to mention fully able to feel one anothers’ erections against their bodies. Before either could so much as blink, Johann found himself right back where he started. With tentacles groping and filling him, only now with his body fully pressed against his superior. Not to mention the jostle had finally helped the things pull Hohenheim’s pants loose, and he was now also treated to the same deep internal massage as the appendages started to squirm their way into his body. Was the creature experiencing some form of learning? It certainly located his prostate faster than it had Johann’s.

“Uh… So that didn’t go to plan at all… Sorry,” Johann murmured with all the shame of a puppy that had been caught making a mess of the carpet.

“Yes, I could have told you that,” Hohenheim sighed. “I did try to warn you about this, you know… But what’s done is done.”

Johann looked to the side, clearly trying to avoid eye contact while Hohenheim just fixed him with a mildly irritated stare. It didn’t help that his unshaven stubble was currently grating against Johann’s cheek from the closer proximity.

“So, uh…” Johann cleared his throat awkwardly, sounding for all the world like a coworker trying to make awkward conversation at the break room water cooler. “… Guess this means we’re getting to know each other a lot better now, huh? Before it’s just been me getting caught up in these things. Well, now I guess we’re even in knowing what each others junk looks like… You’re packing more than I thought you would. Not bad.”

“My penis length is average for my height and weight,” Hohenheim replied plainly. “It’s nothing particularly special. “Yours is actually on the larger side for your size, Johann. So I’d say yours is objectively more impressive than mine.”

“H-hey, come on. You’re gonna make me blush,” Johann laughed nervously. As if he weren’t already, with how red he was from all the stimulation. “But, you know what they say. Not what you have, but how you use it. I’m sure a smart guy like you know a whole bunch of tips and techniques. Not a lot of time to get experience when you used to live how I did… Ah. Uh…” Johann cleared his throat, now looking more embarrassed. “Hey, Hohenheim… I know this is gonna sound awkward, but… These things are… Really starting to get to me…”

Yes, Hohenheim was becoming increasingly aware of that with how he felt Johann grinding against him with what little leverage he had. The tentacles hadn’t been focusing on him as much, maybe because they were busier trying to explore Johann? If that were the case, he probably had to prepare himself to be stimulated more next. But whatever the reasons…

“It’s fine, it’s only natural with what these things are doing,” Hohenheim replied plainly. “Just respond as your body needs to, you won’t be judged.”

“I, uh… Thanks. And, y’know… Sorry this is gonna make a mess.”

Johann groaned right near Hohenheim’s ear, with the latter able to feel him grinding harder against his stomach in one of the few swathes of skin that wasn’t covered in tentacles. He noted the increase in Johann’s breathing rate, the increased sounds of wet movement as the tentacles began to stimulate him even more intensely.

Then, one final loud, gruff vocalization right next to his head. And he felt hot, thick fluid splattering against his stomach while Johann’s hips spasmed with relief.

Hm. He couldn’t quite tell without looking, but it felt like his ejaculate was more viscous than expected. Perhaps some quirk unique to Johann? The passing idle thought occurred to him that maybe once they got out of this he could isolate a sample and put it under a microscope. A higher sperm count might explain the texture…

Well, that kind of idle musing would have to wait for later, Hohenheim realized as he felt the tentacles tighten around his body, and the movements against his lower body starting to increase in pace.

Best to let this thing eat its fill, and then contain it afterwards. Or, barring that, maybe one of the other research assistants or a Clerk would find them and help them solve this mess? It wouldn’t have been the most awkward position he and Johann had been found after an experiment gone awry, but not the lowest either.

Oh well. One thing at a time.

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The occasion was rare that the trio of Kong Qiu and his two disciples were able to find prolonged respite. And yet, such days of rest were as vital to the wellbeing of the body as any amount of training to sturdy the muscles and hone the instinct for battle.

Good food that satisfied both stomach and palate, a warm bath to ease away the aches of toil and travel, and the occasional indulgence were all matters to be taken as seriously as anything else. Which was why Kong Qiu’s countenance was allowed to soften in the privacy of this room. Indulging in a serving of baijiu while he had a moment to be alone with his thoughts.

He didn’t looked when he heard the door open, already recognizing the familiar footsteps entering.

“How were the baths?”

“Very relaxing. It was good to finally be able to scrub away all the exhaustion,” Zigong sighed, contentment in her voice. “Don’t you think, Zilu?”

“… Yes. I agree.”

That was unusual. There was a hint of hesitation in Zilu’s voice. Finally, Kong Qiu opened his eyes and looked up at his disciples, curious about what might cause such a change.

Nothing looked particularly off about either of them physically. Both were wearing robes provided by their lodgings for after bathing, the same as himself since he had long since returned from his own. Zigong was wearing her normal smile, if not a little more upturned at the edges. Zilu, however…

Was she flustered? She had her gaze turned from his, not usual when he knew her to be deferential but firm in his company. Beneath the hem of her robe, he could see her feet shifting uneasily back and forth.

“Did something happen? You seem ill at ease.”

“Oh, don’t mind her, please,” Zigong smiled, sounding oddly smug. She reached up to place her hands atop Zilu’s shoulders. “She’s just a little eager, I think. And with how carefully she took to preparing herself,” Zigong’s fingers gripped the fabric of Zilu’s robe, “how could anyone blame her?”

“Hey! Don’t do-!!”

Ignoring the protestations, Zigong yanked down on Zilu’s robe in one swift movement. The front was tied loosely, so the simple pull was enough to part the garment from her body. Revealing what was underneath. Kong Qiu was well-familiar with both of his disciples’ bodies by this point in their travels, he freely shared intimacy with each as much as they were willing to share with him. So the idea of seeing either of them in the nude wasn’t novel to him.

Zilu, however, was not fully nude under the robe.

What Zilu was clad in could be called many things, though at its simplest description it would be called lingerie. All sheer black fabric where it wasn’t made up of yellow-gold lace. All perfectly tailored to Zilu’s form in the few ways it covered her. Which was even less than most ways, as there were prominent gaps in the areas which the garments should normally have been made to cover.

Zilu’s arms came up to her chest, her thighs pressing together at the sudden exposure.

“Zigong!!!” Zilu snapped at her fellow student, while Zigong only dropped her companion’s robe to the ground like the cat that had eaten the canary.

“Oh calm down. It’s not like you weren’t going to show it to him anyway,” Zigong purred teasingly. With just as little ceremony, she let her own robe fall, revealing a similar garment on herself. Though it was of a different make than Zilu’s, it fit Zigong no less well. Though the coloration focused upon black and red instead of the golds Zilu wore. Here, she took her attention away from Zilu, and smiled at Kong Qiu. “Well, my lord? It has been a while… Would you be willing to grace your loyal students with your company during this peaceful night?”

Kong Qiu set down his glass, gently putting it out of the way of things. Then, before his students’ watchful gazes, he slowly began to disrobe himself.

“All that would have had to be done is ask. Am I not always willing to share myself with you when there is opportunity?”

His garments beneath his robe were much plainer than theirs, as he had not expected any particular preparations to be necessary. But neither of them appeared to mind it. Both of them were swiftly by his side, with Zilu sitting before him, while Zigong knelt at his side.

The fabric adorning Zilu’s chest was silken to the touch, as he felt so plainly against his chest when she leaned closer to press her lips to his own. He knew her body well, after helping her through so many of the heats that her bolus augmentations bestowed upon her. Her nipples in particular were highly sensitive when they became intimate, which he knew was what caused her to moan into his mouth when they rubbed up against the scarring that textured his disrobed body. Zigong was no less present in lavishing him with her affections, her ample chest pressed into his arm while she aided him in discarding his undergarments. While Zilu kissed him, Zigong was running her hand up and down his length. Drawing the blood into his flesh under her warm touch so that it rose to its fullest peak.

Zilu gasped into him when she felt the tip of him nudge against her, her thighs trembled where they contacted him.

With the gap in the fabric of her lower garment, all he had to do was angle himself towards her, before he could feel his lower head nudging into her exposed folds.

“My lord…” Zilu breathed against his lips, warm exhalations washing over his face from her eagerness.

“If it pleases you, embrace me fully, Zilu,” Kong Qiu murmured to her. “Honor me with your pleasure as I hope you will honor me with mine.”

The ingress was smooth as it always was. With Zilu taking all of him with a single stroke. Her moans of pleasure were sweet when his tip pressed into her depths as intimately as a lover’s tongue in a kiss. Already she started to rock on him, eyes clouding as the instinct of a Hare began to cloud her mind. Kong Qiu ran one hand up her body, skirting the lace she wore, until he circled one of her breasts with his thumb til its peak twitched to his touch. Admiring her body as a scholar would the graceful brushstrokes on an ancient text.

A hand touched his chin, and Zigong’s smiling face greeted him when he followed its direction to turn.

“My lord. I hope you will not forget me so easily,” she purred.

“I could no more easily forget the turning of the seasons,” was his reply. “For you both are as precious to me as the snow and rain are to the land’s blossoming.”

“Then I hope you will be willing to show that through your actions as thoroughly as your words~”

His free hand was all for Zigong, caressing her body while he gave her his lips. Her own lingerie trailed down over her hips until they came to rest around her thighs, clearing a path for his fingers to caress and pleasure her until her eager wetness invited them within.

Zigong embraced his shoulders, drawing his tongue into her mouth while her thighs shook around his hand. Her inner walls were as wet and warm as her mouth, and both just as receptive to his touch. And her bosom, teasingly declared as the place where she surpassed Zilu in place of her height, fully presented to him when she allowed the upper half of her set to slip down her shoulders to bare them to his skin.

Zilu, for her part, rode him with fervor. It was nowhere near what her heat would have her to, but still her hips met his with a force that might have made a lesser man quake and yield. But as always, he held firm to her. A well-trained Hare like her could easily tear out the throat of any wild beast if she so pleased. In the hand of an ill-prepared master, even the leash of a Mao could have been used by her own hands to strangle the unworthy.

But as Zigong liked to tease, he needed no leash to coax her to follow him. Her obedience and ease with him were all earned, rather than demanded.

The trust and affections of his students was not something Kong Qiu treated lightly. Their desires were one and the same, and to know it to be so without a shadow of a doubt was to be treasured more than all the gold in Hongyuan.

Zigong’s final trembling around his fingers was expressed into their embraced lips, all her weight falling against his hands which pushed his fingers in as deeply as they could go. Zigong pulled back breathlessly from the kiss, flushed and pleased by his attentions.

“As always, your touch knows my body just as well as I do,” Zigong smiled to him. She glanced to her fellow, and let out a soft snort of a laugh. “But look at her. The stamina of a Hare is truly a marvel. I wonder if she’s so attuned to you that she can’t cum without your doing so first,” she mused.

“If that’s so, then I am ready to take responsibility for it,” was all Kong Qiu replied. He placed his hand atop Zilu’s thigh, pressing her down upon him so tightly that the pressure around his manhood was almost painful. Zilu whined, falling against his chest and looking at him with hazy eyes. Sounds escaped her mouth but couldn’t properly find words to form.

But words were not what was needed, not here.

He kissed her, finally groaning his relief into her mouth. Zilu practically sobbed, finally feeling that rush of filling heat she was chasing. And in turn, her body tensed and squeezed around him. The whole of her clenched around him, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste while she closed her eyes and accepted the warmth of his kiss and the heat of his seed.

When all found its completion, Zilu leaned into him, panting but sated for the moment. Even though she was still twitching with final spasms around him.

“I’m afraid… I’ve probably made an awful mess of this lingerie, Zigong,” Zilu panted dazedly.

“Well, isn’t it the purpose of such things to get dirty, anyway?” Zigong chuckled. “What’s the saying? One buys a garment for their lover half with as much desire to see them remove it as they are to wear it?” Zigong leaned in and kissed Kong Qiu on the cheek, then delivered much the same to Zilu. “You’re just lucky I thought ahead to get you one with a hole considered beforehand. Otherwise you would have torn it like the last one.”

Zilu’s face heated, and she buried her gaze into the crook of Kong Qiu’s neck.

“Come on now, don’t pout,” Zigong chided. “Besides, I don’t want you getting too comfortable. It will be my turn next, you know.”

Kong Qiu closed his eyes, simmering in this soft-hearted bickering and the familiarity it implied.

It would be another long night ahead once again. But one that would bring more than enough pleasure to outweigh the troubles all the same.

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“How are you feeling, Malkuth? Is this position more comfortable? Shall I try getting you a blanket? Or maybe a heating pad would be better for-”

“Yesod!!” Malkuth whined, yanking down on him with her fist balled into his jacket. “One question at a time, please! This is stressful enough as it is!!”

“Right. Right, I’m sorry. Of course.”

The nervous babbling was probably the absolute least helpful thing that Yesod could be doing right now, he was well aware of that. But there was hardly anything else he could think of doing that might be at all helpful in this situation.

Malkuth had been so eager to try this out. Her curiosity had always been one of her most charming features to him, but also the one that tended to cause the most amount of trouble. After observing Angela ‘borrow’ the book that held the Queen of Hatred so many times, she’d idly questioned Yesod a few times if he wondered if it was really that enjoyable. Until, at last, her curiosity could stand it no longer, and Yesod found himself dragged along for the ride.

With the book dully borrowed, and Yesod there as a watchful eye/potential assistant in the event anything went awry, Malkuth donned the EGO that the book provided.

It had slipped onto her like a second skin, scales forming along her body, leaving just large enough of gaps in her joints and other softer spots that she could still move easily. It had been genuinely interesting at first, seeing Malkuth try to operate the small arms sprouting off of her head and urging Yesod to run his hands over the new layers of scales over his arm.

Then the shift had started.

First it had just been Malkuth shifting uncomfortably, looking slightly uneasy. Then a glow coming into her eyes so that the frosty pink of her irises began to emit a neon light. Then the clasping at her stomach, clawing at the lower half of her shirt and her pants as if ridding herself of their constriction would relieve the sudden pulses that rang throughout her body. Even Yesod letting her grasp onto him wasn’t doing much to help soothe Malkuth’s clear distress.

“I… I don’t understand what’s going on. Roland never mentioned anything like this happening,” Malkuth whined. She was curled up into Yesod’s lap, whining and kneading at his pants for all the comfort that would bring. All while he did his best to help soothe her. They’d even tried returning the EGO to the book, but after a few failed attempts, it became apparent that whatever this was would just have to be allowed to run its course.

“Okay, okay. Let me think…” Yesod muttered, trying to fix his mind onto a single course of action. “Where are you feeling it the most, Malkuth? Let’s start from there.” He looked down into her face, but noticed something unusual. Even under the bluish tint of the scales on her face, he swore he could almost see a tinge of pink. She was biting her lip, one fang digging into the skin. Was it… Yesod cleared his throat, trying again to focus. “Alright, um… If you can’t tell me, then just… Show me.” He gently prised one of Malkuth’s hands out of his clothes, and placed his own hand against her palm.

She hesitated, but then he felt her fingers squeeze his hand, and he let her pull his limb down her body.

“Um, it’s… here…” Malkuth pulled his hand until it touched her lower abdomen, just enough he could feel how tense the skin was. He opened his mouth, but the words stopped when she moved it again. And he felt heat rise in his face when she slightly parted her thighs, and he felt his fingertips pressing into something warm and wet. “And… here…”

Oh boy, this was…

Yesod cleared his throat.

“Do you want me to… help you with this?” he asked gently. “If nothing else, I can take a… closer look. At least to give us a better idea of what we’re dealing with. Would you let me do that, Malkuth?”

“… Yeah. I trust you to do that.” Malkuth forced herself to let him go, and leaned herself back until she was facing him. Her knees pressed together, while the newly colored eyes shining out from within that too-familiar face looked at him with more sheepishness than he was used to. “Just… Try not to stare too much, alright?” And with that embarrassed murmur, she parted her legs, looking away as she did so.

Yesod swallowed heavily as he approached, placing a hand to her thigh and bringing the other closer to her. Focus, focus Yesod. Treat this like a medical exam. He was helping her with an issue to be resolved.

Examining the area more closely, he saw plainly that thigh strings of pink, semi-gelatinous fluid were dripping from Malkuth’s core. She whined softly, feeling his fingers stroke the flushed, swelled flesh that was weeping more of this rosy goop. The sounds of her gasps filled the room, while Yesod slowly probed his fingers deeper.

“Does this hurt?” He asked cautiously.
“N-nooo… Feels weird, but… kinda good?” Malkuth replied uncertainly. Well that was good. It meant the swelling likely didn’t indicate internal injury. But this being caused by resonance with an Abnormality, one never knew. “But- Ah~ … Now that I can feel your fingers, it feels like… I can feel something else down there, too,” Malkuth murmured. “Just a little deeper than you are now. I can feel myself…. Squeezing down around it.”

“Deeper in… alright. Please excuse me, then.” Yesod wriggled his digits in deeper, doing his best to ignore both the sounds of wetness and stirring gasps from Malkuth, and the feeling of stirring in his own pants. Just a natural reaction to familiar stimuli, something he could ignore. “Okay, I think this is as deep as I can reach. Can you tell me if it’s still-” Then he felt it, something nudging just against his fingertips. “Wait, I think I’ve found it.” Yesod twisted his fingers more, making Malkuth squirm and moan, especially when he felt the digits jostle around… whatever that was he could feel in there.

“Aaah ahhh~ C-careful with how much you’re doing that,” Malkuth moaned. “It’s so sensitive in there right now…”

“I’m trying my best,” Yesod hugged. “Please bear with it a little longer.”

Now then, what could he do… It was still too deep in for him to try and grasp it, and he didn’t want to risk pushing it further back. Then maybe he could clear a path for it instead?

Yesod started to scissor his fingers back and forth, spreading Malkuth out to keep the muscle from tensing too much around it. Malkuth didn’t complain, but her vocal responses told him that this was still affecting her. Not to mention she was squeezing down around his hand so tightly. It was definitely making it harder to ignore the tightness in his pants. But still, ever-onward he endeavored. Drawing the thing out gradually, helping it further and further along.

“Okay, I think it’s nearly out,” Yesod said. “Just a little further. How are you feeling, Malkuth?”

“So hooot,” Malkuth gasped. “Your fingers feel so good, Yesod. And that thing is so big, I feel like I’m going crazy~” She squirmed her body to the side restlessly. “H-how much longer is it going to take to- AHHN?!”

It had been only an accident, the way Yesod’s thumb was pressed into her clit when she moved. But like flipping the final switch in a sequence, Malkuth let out a throaty moan. More of that pink slime gushed out around Yesod’’s hand, he could feel its warm slickness soaking his skin. Then, something else. Warm and solid that plopped directly into his palm.

“O-okay. I think that was it!” Yesod announced. He was red as a tomato, but trying to hold on to his last shred of nerve and steadfastness. “Now, let’s see what… huh?” Yesod stared into his hand, blinking in disbelief.

It was… an egg.

Not like the egg of a bird or what one might normally think of when the word came to mind. It was more oblong, with the ‘shell’ soft and leathery to the touch, with alternating stripes of pink and blue along it. More like the egg of a snake or some other reptile.

Well, if this was truly caused by the Queen of Hatred resonating, then somehow he couldn’t even be too surprised by this.

“It’s… An egg,” he announced. This was… not what he expected to deal with today. “I don’t… I… Well, at least we’ve gotten it out,” he sighed with relief.

“Y-yeah, but… Yesod?” Malkuth wavered. “I think… I can still feel more inside of me.” Yesod swallowed, looking into Malkuth’s flushed face while she squirmed her thighs together. “Now that the first one’s out… I think they’ll all start coming now… Would you mind helping me with the rest, too? I think… having your fingers working me open really helped that one get out... Please?”

Well, in the face of such an open pleading, how could he possibly say no?

Having been lovers long before this, Yesod knew just where Malkuth responded to stimulation the most. Sucking at her breasts, her neck, running his tongue along the sensitive areas of her mouth. All while his fingers continued to work deep into her to widen the path for more of those eggs to be pushed free of her body.

Each new one brought forth gushes of more pink fluid, so much so that he quickly found his clothes soaked, but he had to keep going without rest. She needed him, after all. She trusted him to help her with this and he couldn’t well leave her to get assistance. Not when she was begging for him to stay, to twist his fingers deeper, to massage her clit more and to pinch her twitching nipple or longing tongue between his teeth. All while one by one, each egg gushed free and was set to rest with its kin before he tended to the process all over and over and over again...

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“I think… that should be all of them,” Yesod sighed. He looked as his hand, fingers exhausted and cramped from how long he’d been making use of them. Then, to the pile of eggs on the floor. He’d stopped counting them somewhere halfway through, towards the latter end they’d been coming in twos and threes but now that he had a visual of all of them a quick mental count told him they numbered at thirteen in total. Yesod flexed his fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them, and looked the lap of his fluid-soaked soaked pants where Malkuth was panting and resting her head. These would definitely be stained deeply pink were they not something constructed by the Library for him to wear. Gently, he ran his other hand over her head, in a gesture similar to what she occasionally did for him. “How do you feel?”

“… Empty…” Malkuth murmured.

He wasn’t surprised, if anything it was more amazing how much she’d managed to push out all in one sitting. His thoughts turned to a book where he extracted water from somewhere here in his room. Perhaps he ought to retrieve it for-

A hand grasped at his shirt suddenly, claws ripping into the fabric.

And it was only in this moment that Yesod suddenly felt a burst of clarity enough to realize that the EGO around Malkuth had still yet to dissipate.

Strong hands shoved him down, a body’s weight pouncing upon him without regard for how it scattered the nearby pile of eggs.

“Mal-”

A tongue slipped into his mouth, the forked-tongued appendage winding around his while he felt the prick of something sharp against his lips. And things suddenly began to feel… soft at the edges. He felt more awake and aware than ever, but most especially of the fact that he was still fully erect, and that Malkuth’s weight was bearing down upon it through his pants.

“The clutch is all gone, so empty now,” Malkuth drawled out in a hiss. With a swipe of her hands, his pants and undergarments were shredded, letting his hardened member spring free and make a wet impact against her waiting, flushed entrance. Her fangs glinted in the light let through by her smile. “You’ll make me full again, won’t you Yesod? Fill me up with love and feel a clutch from you inside of me?” She loomed over him, more closely rubbing her bared, cool body against his through the patches of his shredded clothing. “I had so many lovely eggs the first time… I’m sure with the help of your love, you could give me even more~”

The rational mind of Yesod told him that maybe it wouldn’t be the best idea to indulge Malkuth at this moment. They were both tired after the first round, and they’d be doing this here when things were so messy-

“Yesod~?” And yet, Malkuth was leaning over him, pressing her breasts against his chest while she smiled in the way that he only knew her to do. “You’ll fill me up with your love, won’t you?~”

And then with her softer, more wanting kiss against his lips, and feeling her start to sink onto him and surround him with her wet heat, he thought that maybe indulging her in this as well wouldn’t make him mind it all quite so much.

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To be a member of the Shi was a grueling and rarely rewarding sort of honor. One’s life was lived by steel and blood. To put one’s life on the line with every mission, knowing that after going out they might never return again.

Yet, return every day just as the dawn cracked Ishmael did. Often bloody, stumbling into a shower just to stand there and wait until the red water swirled clear down the drain again. Steel feeling the jitter of adrenaline dance across her flesh and unsteady her bones.

And so, just as she always did, Ishmael chose to find her same-suffering companion and let them assist one another. Let wetness of flesh and the cocktail of oxytocin and dopamine wash away everything else so that her body could be granted a sleep free of fitfulness.

“Sh-shite! You’re acting awfully fierce tonight, ain’t ya?” Ishmael ignored Heathcliff’s question in favor of his dick. With the way she was riding it, it was hitting just a good enough angle that it was letting her mind start to drift. “Oi! You listening to me-”

“Shut your damn mouth, Heathcliff!” Ishmael snapped at him. “If you have a problem with how I’m acting, then why not do something about it, huh?” She snapped her nips downward, both for her own benefit and to shut him up for a second. “You’re not exactly getting up to take charge, so just let me-!”

Ishmael yelped, feeling a swift rush of movement behind herself. What had once been a stable reverse cowgirl was swept out from under her, so that instead she felt his arms hook under her knees and pin her against his body.

“Don’t even give a bloke a chance to get a word in, do ya!? And you call me stubborn!”

Ishmael floundered, not knowing how to react in this moment. Half-suspended in the arms of the man who acted as her lover of convenience. While she felt their sweat slicking and pooling together while he effectively held her in place. Not to mention the still-deep throbbing she could feel of his dick still buried inside her even though he was now holding her like this.

His chest always took her off-guard from how broad and solid it was, Ishmael found herself thinking, then frowned about it.

“Well. You’ve got me now, I guess.” Ishmael spoke to him even though she couldn’t face him. With the way things were angled, she couldn’t even reach her hands down there to do anything. “So, what now? Got something else to say? Or did you just do this without thinking it through like usual?” The biting sharpness came out harsher than intended, perhaps through a combination of surprise and her still feeling the final tremors of adrenaline shivering her tongue. She hadn’t spoken to him like that in a while, even his lack of an actual response could tell her that much.

“Ain’t actin’ like yourself lately is all. ‘Scuse me for not bein’ happy you won’t even let me ask why.”

Well now that just stung. Ishmael squirmed a little, the physical discomfort was almost matched up to the emotional one now.

“If you wanted to have some kind of heart-to-heart, not the best time to try asking that right now when I was trying to ride you,” she pointed out.

“… Aye. Guess you’ve got a point there,” he responded.

“… Well, you haven’t totally killed the mood yet,” Ishmael hinted quietly. “And I’m still horny as hell. So if you want to finish things off here…”

The hint had been taken, and clearly well received. Since Ishmael was treated to the feeling of Heathcliff pulling her off of him slightly, then sinking him back down. Up, down. Up, down. Feeling the steady parting from his flesh stoke the heat of her inner walls so that the building pressure could find its vent once again.
Ishmael didn’t even complain about the angle or the restraining way this hold felt. She wasn’t concerned he was going to drop her, or squeeze her too tightly on purpose. As much as she complained about him, Ishmael knew she could always rely on Heathcliff and his sturdy body and sense of his goals to get things done when they needed to be. Even for something as base yet needed as letting him press into her deepest parts while she let him suspend her body against his own.

Even the pleasure at the end came without much rush or suddenness, but it was a relief all the same. The final nudge, the feeling of warm release, the sensation of fullness where the two could feel each others’ twitches and relief take material form.

And then the two of them were laid out on his bed. With Ishmael finally feeling her muscles resting quietly, Heathcliff’s chest acting as her head’s perch and his arm resting down her back.

“… Gonna take off for the night, once you’ve got your legs under you again?” Ishmael heard him ask.

“… Nah. Not tonight.” Ishmael nuzzled her head into his chest, letting her eyes drift closed. “I’m feeling more relaxed now, don’t want to bother moving.”

“Alright, then.” A shift at her back, and she knew without opening her eyes that had she bothered to look, she would have seen him curling a lock of her hair, still damp from the shower, around his finger.

It was odd, she mused now while curled into his warmth. How even if she chose to slink away and curl up under her own covers, what rest she was able to get there were somehow never as soothing as the sleep she found when the sheets she slept in held his familiar form and warmth.

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“Ahh~ I always love that place~” Julia sighed with contentment as she hung up her coat on the coat rack of her bedroom. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but then so were the rest of theirs.

“It’s a good spot,” Isadora agreed. “The drinks are pretty cheap, and the food is good. It’s nice to have a place where you’re not getting ripped off or having to drink with nothing in your stomach but gross bar peanuts.”

“It’s definitely way better than the place we used to go to in our old neighborhood.” San stepped past the two of them. He fumbled for the pull of his zipper, until he finally caught hold of it and pulled it downward with a metallic sound of the parting teeth.

Julia glanced at him appreciatively, noting how his slightly sweat-damp clothes clung a little more closely to his body under the thicker jacket. Then she glanced towards Isadora, and realized that she was also looking at San. Though a lot more intensely at the widening gap in his jacket.

“I’m gonna go shower off,” San said aloud without much aim to his tone. He wandered over to a set of dressers against one of the walls, where he’d started keeping a couple spare sets of clothes and pajamas on Julia’s insistence. “I know you both like to take longer than I do. So I’ll make it quick and hop out, then after you two can-”

“Well, if you’re going to go hop in the shower, then why not leave your clothes here??” Julia piped up, breaking San from his train of thought. She was smiling cheerfully, holding Isadora by the shoulders. “The hamper is here in the room, after all. If you’re going to get ready to shower, you may as well take it all off here and leave your clothes here before you go and shower off. We won’t mind, right Isadora?~”

It was very quick to catch onto what her true meaning was, which made San’s face warm up a little despite himself. He glanced to Isadora, who was pointedly looking away. But as he looked upon her, she darted her eyes back to him a couple of times before crossing her arms.

“Well, it’s only practical,” she agreed in a clipped voice, then said nothing more.

San scratched at his face, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious at the fact that the two of them were looking at him so intensely.

… Well, they’d seen each other naked so many times before. So this shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right?

He cleared his throat, shuffling his feet against the carpet a little. Then he let out a breath and began moving his hands.

First came off his vest that lay under his jacket. Then he loosened the knot on his tie, pulling the fabric through the crisp knot he’d tied into it earlier in the day until it was left draped loosely over his shoulders. Then he went for the buttons of his shirt. Parting them one by one and showing off more skin in the process. He was fully aware now of how much Julia and Isadora were watching him. And, with perhaps a small sense of showmanship, he chose to leave both of them on himself for the moment. Loosely donned though they were now.

Then came his pants. It was hard to miss the way Isadora bit the edge of her lower lip between her teeth despite trying not to look so eager while he pushed the fabric down his legs. Though he had to pause a moment to awkwardly shift the fabric off down the spare knife he kept strapped to his calf under the pant legs for emergencies. Julia had commented before how she thought it looked kind of hot on him when she had seen him putting the holster in place on his bare leg one time while he was getting ready for the day. The recollection made him wonder if the two still thought that now while he was disrobing in front of them.

He wasn’t exactly a professional this sort of thing, not that he’d had much experience with that kind of scene even as an observer. But he did hope that the two fixing their gazes on him while he took his time to undress was at least doing for them what he hoped it did.

The rest started to come off a little more easily after that. Socks, the calf strap with the knife attached. By the time he finally slipped the tie off his shoulders there wasn’t much left besides his unbuttoned shirt and his boxers.

So, next came the shirt.

Isadora, a little more expressive with the tipsiness dousing her usual prickliness a little, was not quite as sly as she thought she was when she put her fingers over her mouth and half looked at San from the corner of her eye when she watched him slide his shirt off of his shoulders. He’d grown much broader than he used to be back when they were younger. She watched as the fabric started to slide back more and more, from clinging to his shoulders to slipping down to reveal his well defined biceps…

“Hold it!”

San paused before the sleeves of his shirt fully cleared his upper arms, and even Julia looked at Isadora with surprise. But Isadora had lowered her hands, and looked at Julia sternly.

“You know, Julia. San hasn’t been that bad lately in his work. Maybe… we should give him a little break today and help him out the rest of the way. Just to make it easier on him.”

Julia hesitated, but then a smile crossed her face.

“Of course. I do keep saying that he and his office have been impressive lately.” Julia strode towards a stunned San, smiling all the way. Until she came around behind him and took hold of his shirt. San swallowed shallowly, now that he was no longer the one in control of all of this. But he let Julia do as she pleased. Feeling the rest of the garment part from him with a slow but deliberate pull of her hands. Leaving him now in nothing but his boxers. “Well, Isadora, I took care of his shirt. So the last part is up to you, if you want the honors~”

“Y… Yeah. I’ll take care of it, just this once.” Her tone was as if she were doing San a favor, but Isadora still strode up to him, now blushing from more than just being a little tipsy.

Julia led San backwards towards the bed, smiling playfully around him at Isadora until she climbed up backwards onto it and guided San until he came to sit back against the edge. She encouraged him to lean back against her chest, as if opening him up all that much more for Isadora. Who now leaned over with her hands on either side of him pressed into the mattress.

“I’ll be in your hands, then,” San said quietly. He didn’t quite know why. But it just felt right in this moment. And clearly it worked on Isadora, with how much redder she got. But, still determined, she lifted her hands and pressed them to his sides, sliding them down until she slipped her fingers down under his waistband.

“As if you aren’t always,” she said a little sharply. “… But… I’ll make sure to handle you well.”

And then she gave that final pull down, feeling that familiar anticipation as she bared that final part of him for the both of them to behold. And he fully gave himself over to whatever whim that came to them next.

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The room was quiet, all but silent if not for the general sounds of people inhabiting the space. Even the beds were comfortable, spacious and well-laid as they were. It didn’t feel sterile or uninviting. It felt just like any other temporary sleeping space that was well-suited for rest.

That was, if the inhabitants of the room were feeling ready or able to rest at all.

“Shite. Why is it so… Rrgh.” Heathcliff rolled over onto his other side, grumbling under his breath and giving the bed a half-hearted whack with the side of his fist as if he could somehow pummel the mattress springs into submission for his comfort. And yet, he still couldn’t put himself at ease. This in itself was unusual for Heathcliff, who could normally doze off just about anywhere. So he had no idea why he was so utterly restless. Even when he knew he should try to get some shut-eye while they had the opportunity. Maybe something about the nature of these new so-called Infinity Dungeons was riling him up?

Maybe he wouldn’t be feeling this way if Dante had bothered to choose an Identity for him for this run of the Mirror Dungeons, but for whatever their reasons they decided to bring him along as just plain old Heathcliff of Limbus Company. They’d said something about ‘wanting the extra Starlight’, but whatever that meant he couldn’t be assed to want them to clarify.

Which just left Heathcliff. Unable to rest and tossing an turning in pursuit of sleep that just wouldn’t let him catch it.

“Are you having difficulties sleeping, Heathcliff?”

Ah, right. Him, and the other person occupying the room with him.

As per usual, the Sinners were encouraged to be at least two to a room, in the event something funky happened with these rest spaces in the Mirror Dungeons. Nothing had happened yet, but one never knew in a place where reality was as liquid and unsolid as this.

In his case, the only person who had offered to share a room with him was Faust. This ID was one from a world where she was a part of that Multicrack Office from back on the WARP Train, or so it seemed. Heathcliff knew that he had one himself, who worked with this Faust. So maybe that was why she was willing to bunk with him? She certainly talked to him like she knew him when they were traveling node to note. He couldn’t be bothered trying to refute her when she was on like this, so he just let her talk at him when she saw fit.

“Aye, I guess,” Heathcliff groaned. “Can’t get my eyes to stay shut for some reason.” Finally giving up on hoping that a horizontal position would tip him into dreamland, Heathcliff finally at back up again and pulled himself over to the edge of the bed. He rubbed at his shoulder, turning his head one side until he felt a ‘crack’ in his neck before he looked at Faust. Unlike himself, she had been sitting upright on her bed reading a book. Not that this was surprising, even the normal Faust never seemed to sleep much. The direct opposite of him.

“Ah yes, you have complained of this problem before.”

He had? Did his mirror self from her world suffer insomnia of some kind? Because of the barrier that normally stood between their selves when not changed over, he only had vague recollections of what the other Heathcliffs were like, if he had any at all. But from what he knew of his Multicrack self from what others had said, that guy sounded like a right downer.

“Hm… I suppose we may try to repeat the usual method for when your ennui has rendered you unable to sleep. It usually assists you when other methods such as your medication do not suffice.” Faust set a mark in her book and set it aside, getting up and approaching his bed.

“That right? What’ve ya’ got in mind the- The hell do ya think you’re doing?!?!”

Faust looked down at him with only a minutely raised eyebrow. At their current positions, him sitting and her standing, Heathcliff was currently at eye level with Faust’s chest. Which, at this exact moment, she had fully exposed to his sight by unzipping the top of her dress. Without so much as blinking, she undid the rest of it, and casually shrugged it off of her body with one of her sets of arms.

“The usual method,” Faust replied plainly. She tossed the garment back to her bed, leaving her in nothing but her bra and the tights she wore under the dress.

It was an unusual sight for Heathcliff who hadn’t seen this version of her nude. There was a stark division where her shoulders and parts of the sides of her ribs were taken up by the shoulder joints of the prosthetic arms. While the second set was further back rather than down, the extra metal helped to stabilize the weight and their movement built into the new ports installed on her body. But her bare chest was still fully soft and human… And sizeable, though Heathcliff had come to know that much from seeing the other Faust IDs.

Faust sat beside him now, flush up next to him. He could feel one of the arms coming around his side to pull him into her, making his face warm when he felt her soft chest pressing into his arm. Another went to his shirt, undoing the buttons, and the third and fourth yet were already swiftly undoing his belt and all the fastenings on his pants.

“As per usual, please allow me to handle everything. I’ve since upgraded the vibration per second ratio on the settings, so please do let me know if the alterations compared to last time.” She slid her hand into the front of Heathcliff’s boxers, and he could feel the smooth metal wrapping around his member.

“Hey! Slow up there! I didn’t say I was-!”

Then there was a soft buzzing sound, one that Heathcliff both heard filling the air of the room, and felt suddenly stimulating all of the nerves that Faust cradled in her hand to life.

An involuntary moan left Heathcliff’s throat, his hips jumping into Faust’s hand. But she merely held onto him, slowly stroking him as she felt him him harden in her hand.

“It appears your erection is forming with noticeably more speed. I’ll make a note of this for future recalibrations,” Faust said as if she were observing a particularly interesting lab mouse undergoing a trial.

Heathcliff panted slightly, shifting his lower body as he felt Faust pull him free of his boxers, now fully hard. He didn’t usually mess around with toys or anything, but this was… pretty intense stuff. He leaned his head back, another moan trickling from his throat. Then he felt a hand catch at the back of his head. One of Faust’s other hands had been waiting, and readily cradled the back of his head while gently rubbing at his scalp. Faust stood up from his side, her arms revolving in their sockets to keep up the optimal angle while she repositioned herself. Heathcliff felt her hand on his head guiding him forward, and he let her until he felt himself pressed into the soft warmth that he knew intuitively to be Faust’s chest.

Her smell permeated his head with her so close to him. Some mix of soap and the warm, comforting smells that lingered on the skin, mixed with an undertone of metal and whatever lubricants she used to maintain her arms. Another buzz sounded to life, and Heathcliff felt as Faust’s hands pressed to his chest and started to vibrate across his muscles. While she did start at his nipples, making him grit his teeth and groan into Faust’s chest, she also allowed them to roam over him. Feeling under the sides of his shirt, along his tense back, down the muscles of his chest and stomach. Odd as the full-body attention felt, it was oddly relaxing.

And every bit of it fed back into the attention that Faust had never stopped giving into his dick. Heathcliff huffed, feeling his hips shifting more into the touch of her attentive hand.

“Mmgh. Oi, Faust… Think I’m gettin’-”

“No need to hold back on my account, Heathcliff. Release as you always do. I shall take care of the rest.” As if to urge him on, she pressed his face further into the softness of her chest, thumb stroking at his scalp while her other two hands held him in place at his shoulder and the small of his back, all pressing in just right to make his body tingle all over. While the hand between his legs pressed her thumb into his lower head while the rest of her fingers and palm squeezed in around him and curved him just right that the vibrations seemed to resonate all throughout it.

And then Heathcliff was gasping into Faust’s chest, moaning into it while that hot relief finally came to him. Faust gradually lowered the speed of the vibrations, letting the hum slowly quiet until the sounds left in the room were just Heathcliff panting and the soft mechanical whirs of her limbs as they slowed to a rest.

“There. Does this bring you relaxation, Heathcliff?” Faust asked. She extracted him from her chest, unmindful of the small spot of drool she could feel wetting the top of it. Instead focused on the slightly dazed look on Heathcliff’s chest.

“Hah? I… Oh… Yeah, that felt nice…” Heathcliff murmured.

Satisfied with his answer, Faust got to work cleaning things up. Two of her hands reached over for some tissues at the small table between the two beds, wiping both him and herself clean where his ejaculate had splattered over his lower body and across her stomach. Miraculously, or perhaps with precise calculation considering this was Faust, she had managed to aim it so it any that got onto her body beyond her hand only landed against her bare stomach rather than staining her bra or tights on either side of that swathe of bare skin.

Her other set of hands helped lay Heathcliff back on the bed, resting his head back on the pillow so that he lay there. Clothes still undone but clean. And much, much more relaxed.

“Should I, ah…” He cleared his throat, trying to not sound too much like he felt. “Help you back, maybe?”

“Appreciated, but unnecessary right now.” Faust re-clothed her own clean self, but patted him gently on the forehead with the first hand that was successfully put through the arm-hole of her dress. “If I require such release myself, I shall let you know. But for now, you may rest as intended.

“Aye… I’ll do that, then. Thanks…”

Heathcliff let out a loud, long yawn, and settled himself back into the bed. Finally feeling that familiar heaviness drift over him as he closed his eyes.

And then, the only sounds left in the room were the gentle turns of Faust’s book pages, the soft whirs of her mechanical arms, and Heathcliff’s soft, yet deep snores.

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Night watch aboard Mephistopheles was a quiet time. Especially compared to the normal bevy of chaos that was experienced the rest of the day between these seats. Despite concerns about bus jackers and the unsettling waves of the Sweepers whose bodily tides washed their nightly swarms around their vehicle, there really wasn’t much to do. Even Dante would feel safe enough to perform the duty on their own if their accompanying Sinner decided to doze off.

Which was why Ryōshū found this time to be completely and utterly dull. Never any excitement to be had. All that was left for her to do was watch the night pass by the integers of how quickly her cigarettes burned themselves down to the filters. The most recent of which she had just finished stubbing out into her ashtray (that The Guide forced her to use instead of smashing it out against the windowsills like she did very early on).

Ryōshū leaned back against her bench letting a huff of smokeless breath through her teeth. Even the thought of lighting up again felt too dull to occupy herself. She glanced to the side, and caught sight of that fluffy little chick who translated for her. Sinclair was currently engrossed in his book, sitting opposite the aisle from her. The title looked like it was the language from his hometown, so she couldn’t parse its meaning.

After glancing him over for a few moments, a sly smirk crossed Ryōshū’s face, and she fiddled around with her hand for a moment without making a sound.

“Hey. L.O.O.K.”

“Huh?” Sinclair was confused, hearing Ryōshū suddenly telling him to ‘Look On Over Kid’. But, his confusion didn’t overtake his curiosity. So he did as she instructed and swiveled himself at the end of the bench, so he didn’t strain his neck looking over. “What’s up? Did you need something Ryō-” Then Sinclair choked at the end of the last syllable, now that he was beholding Ryōshū head on. And the fact that her shirt was completely open at the front. The flaps of her button-up parted completely so that her bare, braless chess was completely exposed to him. “Agh! Ry-Ryōshū!! Y-your, ah! … You don’t have anything!!…”

“I know. Wanted to see how you’d react,” Ryōshū chuckled. “Still so jumpy. Not like you haven’t seen it before.” While she kept talking, Ryōshū reached her gloved hand down to her pants. Sinclair swallowed, blushing red as a tomato but still unable to look away. While Ryōshū smirked, flicked the button open, and then slowly dragged the zipper tab down tooth by tooth to expose the plain cotton underwear beneath. Again, a sight that Sinclair was Very familiar with.

“Well… Now you’ve seen it. M-maybe you should put it back on in case someone- !!!” Sinclair jumped, feeling a pressure being pressed into his crotch. And he shakily looked down to see, and feel, Ryōshū pressing the tip of her shoe to his crotch. She smirked, feeling the flesh stir under her sole, while she ran the edge of her shoe against its still-soft form with all the precision of the back of a blade.

“Want to do more than just look?”

Sinclair swallowed, feeling the pressure of her foot increase as she planted her other foot on the ground and pushed herself up off her bench. Leaning herself closer while she loomed over and braced her hand against the back of the bench that was right beside his head.

Ryōshū’s hands were her most precise weapons of all. Even more than any blade she might wield. As swift and silent as the cut of metal, his clothes parted at their edges. Jacket, shirt pants. All exposing the flesh behind them until they were just parted enough for their bodies to meet. Sinclair muffled his groans with the softness of his lip between his own teeth, while Ryōshū stroked him fully to life. Before he could do a single thing to try and stop her if he were so inclined, which he wasn’t despite his muted protestations, she had already mounted him. And Sinclair’s half-hearted resistance fell to that familiar pressing heat.

Ryōshū’s riding was as swift and precise as her other movements. Her taut muscles as lithe as a rubber band. Snapping her back into place just as quickly as she rose from him. Her red eyes glowed above Sinclair’s in the darkness, especially when she felt his hands come up to her hips to clutch at her.

Sinclair knew that if someone came onto the main bus and saw them now, they’d be totally exposed for anyone to see. The idea made his throat dry, but there was also a vague thrill to the idea that he couldn’t ignore. That they were so exposed like this, where anyone who walked on by could stumble upon them like this. And what they’d think of the two of them being intertwined like this…

“Ryōshū…” Sinclair murmured, the grip of his fingers digging into her sides more tightly. “I-I think I’m… getting…” He grunted, the sound muffled by her hand slapping down over his mouth.

“Others might hear, don’t want that, right?” She whispered. “Unless you’re more of a freak than I thought… But you know how this goes.” Her fingers dug into his cheeks, her grin leering down at him. “Don’t warn. Just do.”

Between that goading look on her face, the feeling of her body around his, and the already-built tension, Sinclair had no other choice but to groan loudly into her hand, hips bucking up one last time as he finally came inside of her. Ryōshū grinned, feeling that familiar rush of heat, letting herself slam fully into him while her body shivered and she felt that steady, rising push as thick wetness welled up into her from his pulsing tip.

When all was done, Ryōshū leaned back atop him, letting out a sigh of released tension. Finally feeling more relaxed, especially now that her oppressive sense of boredom was sated. It even made her feel in the mood for another smoke.

“G.B.” She patted Sinclair on the cheek with the praise, seeing the flush rising in his cheeks.

“Ah, Ryōshū!” Sinclair stiffened up beneath her, and Ryōshū’s grin fell into an annoyed grimace. Hong Lu stood at the entrance to the back hallway of the bus, not far enough in to be able to behold the scene that was laid out just a few feet in front of him and hidden by the bus bench. Thankfully for their dignities, he couldn’t see lower than Ryōshū’s shirt collar, and thus couldn’t tell that the garment was open just out of his view since she always kept a couple of the buttons undone anyway.

“W.D.Y.W.” Ryōshū growled with annoyance.

“Oh, nothing. I was only feeling a bit cooped up, so I wanted to stretch my legs a little is all,” Hong Lu replied sunnily, without much concern for her clear distaste with his presence. “Hm? Where’s Sinclair? Wasn’t he on watch with you tonight?” Hong Lu looked back and forth from the doorway, clearly examining the space in confusion of his absence. Below her, Ryōshū could feel Sinclair shift uncomfortably, now that his erection was going down. But she tensed her abdomen and dug her knees into his sides to urge him quiet.

“S.I.I.M.” Ryōshū replied. Making Sinclair blush deeply, considering she had just blatantly told Hong Lu that he was ‘Several Inches Inside Me’.

“Hm? I don’t think I understand that one,” Hong Lu said with a tilted head. “I do wish Sinclair were around. He usually translates this much more clearly than I can.”

“Bathroom,” Ryōshū answered, shortly this time. “And it’s not your shift to watch, so don’t butt in where you’re not needed. G.T.F.O.”

“Oh, well, that acronym I’m familiar with at least,” Hong Lu smiled in reply. “Alright, I’ll head back to my room, then. I’ll just as Sinclair what it means when I see him later, then!”

And with that, Hong Lu traipsed back out of the room. Ryōshū sat in silence, waiting for the sound of him to be gone completely. And finally figured he was well out of the way when she heard the door to his bedroom open and close.

“Finally.” Ryōshū smirked down at Sinclair again, and gave him one last squeeze before she pulled herself off of him, unmindful of the thick white trail left behind on her thigh as she broke the seal of his body keeping it all inside of her.

“Better thing of a good fake translation to give him later, if you don’t want to spill to him that you just spilled inside of me when I was talking to him.”

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“-and then, to her surprise, the Princess Serene felt a set of warm, sturdy arms pull her in close. She knew the chest that her back was now resting against from a hundred embraces before this, and yet this time just like all the rest, the feeling of it took her breath away.” Bari’s gentle tones carried the words of her book into the air, lifting them up as if to be beheld by the eye, rather than just carried to the ear. “The Prince Elysion rested his hand against her waist, familiar with the way her body curved under his fingers even through the thin layer of her silken dress. ‘My Elysion,’ the Princess gasped, with words holding barely more substance than a barely-extant gasp for air.”

Bari felt that familiar warmth at her own back while sat at rest, and reclined her head against the solid body behind her. Even as silver hair tickled at her cheek while it fell over her shoulder.

“‘My Serene, my most precious light of the moon,’ the Prince Elysion murmured to her ear. ‘Please, don’t look at me with such eyes. It makes me feel as though you might disappear from my sight at any moment. I would do anything to bring you happiness, no matter what it may be.’ His gentle hand guided her to turn, bringing her to him so that he could fully engulf her in his arms. Until her senses were filled with nothing but the familiar smell and warmth of his skin that even the final layer of his gallant garbs that stood between them could never keep from her. A hand trailed down her back, where the silk of her gown did not cover, and her skin warmed along the trail of his touch.”

Bari felt a hand herself trail down her front, but kept her voice steady even as it came to rest between her legs. The fingers there were never calloused, even after so much experience with wielding blades of blood. And yet that silken touch still so easily found her and sought to urge forth her body’s warmth when already her lover’s girth stretched her so pleasantly from the press against her inner walls all the way to its kiss at the depths just before her womb.

“My Elysion, stay with me.’ The Prince Elysion’s fingers undid the single pearl button that held her dress at the back of her neck, and the Princess Serene cared not for how the loosened fabric fell from her skin. ‘Don’t ever leave my side. I’ll do everything I can to protect you.’ The Princess Serene reached for the fastenings of his finely-embroidered shirt, undoing them one by one until she could part that gilded curtain to unveil the chiseled marble of his body that was at once so firm and gentle when it melded against her own. ‘And I will do the same for you, My Serene.’ He lifted her hand, unmindful even of the beauty of her goddess-like body to press a simple, intimate kiss to her palm. His lashes fluttered against her thumb, tickling the silken digit that she then trailed across his neck. Over his shoulder and under his garb until she could fully embrace him with their bared skin. ‘I want only you, My Serene. By my side, always.’

“And so the Princess Serene let herself be pulled into his body, fully giving up her trusting weight into his sturdy hands. Letting him lean her back and smoothly bear her down until her back shivered against the marbled tiles of this empty chamber, and her chest was warmed by the heat of his body. And the two kissed, melding together until the warmth of their mouths was as one. The Princess Serene trailed a hand down his side, fingers searching to find purchase under the band of his waist until the already-loosened garment too gave way to her delicate push. The skirt of her fine gown rode up along the delicate curves of her thighs, until there was nothing left to cover her but the collection of rumpled fabric around her waist, and that last thin barrier of lace between her lover’s body and her own. His hardness pressed into it with such fervor it felt like that fine material would be shredded as though nothing but a spider’s web ripped asunder by the intrusion of a gargantuan meal too great to hold. And yet, what intimidating girth she felt pressing towards her was not a great beast that the Princess Serene would ever fear. It was a welcomed beast, one she longed for on those lonely days when she and her Prince were separated by duty and distance. One she would dream of embracing with her body, encouraging it into a roughness all at once so different from yet perfectly in tuned with the delicate hands with which she and her lover knew one anothers’ every crevice and curve. And as that lace, too, finally gave way, she- Oh my~”

Bari paused in her tale, feeling her lover’s fingers twitch against her clit, while a familiar flood of warmth washed into her depths. Already she was so full from the prior waves of his pleasure, that it wasn’t long before she felt more of it leaking out around his manhood that she sat astride.

“Another orgasm already, Don Quixote? These tales must really be riling you up.”

“As if you’re one to talk, Bari,” Don Quixote replied, panting against her shoulder. “You’ve cum at least one to every one of mine already. And yet, you refuse to be distracted from reading.” As if to push this point, he pressed his fingers into Bari’s clit with a touch more force, making her hum and pulse pleasantly around his newly-released girth. “I almost wonder if you’re a masochist. I’d bet any other human might have given up after so many hours of this.”

“And yet, it’s precisely because I’m not that kind that you’re so interested, right Don Quixote?” Bari teased. Making him huff in response. “You’re still just as hard as ever, and clearly you’re still intrigued in the story because you haven’t knocked this book from my hand to start making love to me against your bed in earnest.”

“Well, you just tell it so compellingly and you stubbornly refuse to be distracted.” Don Quixote pouted behind her, and even still in his mood couldn’t help but touch his lips gently to her shoulder. And, despite all of her goading, Bari leaned back against him, letting the press of him so deeply into her and his attentions to her clit bring her closer to that edge. “How much longer is this story, then?” he purred, knowing how close she was by how he felt her pulse faster and tighter around him.

“Oh~… Another ten chapters or so. But they do get progressively spicier,” Bari moaned softly through his attention.

“Is that so?… Well, I suppose I could bear with it for that long. Our undistracted ‘duels’ have certainly lasted much longer than that, haven’t they.” And then, with a small impish smile, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck, right as he finally pinched Bari’s clit between his foremost fingers. And he was treated to the musical breathiness of a soft moan from her, and the feeling of her body sucking more of his essence further up into herself than he had already released into her. And the thought of it filled him with a sense of pride. “Well, I suppose you can read a while longer, if that’s the case… And you say that their escapades will be more intriguing from here on out?”

“I think you’ll enjoy some of the positions they take,” Bari teased him back, once she had her breath back to her. “And maybe, if you let me finish, we might re-enact some of those together.”

Bari felt her free hand being lifted, and allowed it to be guided up. And smiled when she felt the press of familiar lips come to rest against her palm before it was released again.

“Well then, if you wouldn’t mind continuing.” With both his hands once again freed, Bari felt Don Quixote cup his hands against her chest, his thumbs slowly pressing circles around her erect nipples, while his recovered hardness kissed at her depths once again.

“And as that lace, too, finally gave way...”

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“Ah~ Nothing like a good cleansing after a job.” Hong Lu sat back on the bed, letting off a sigh of contentment. While the job had gone smoothly, it was still a lot of effort. So he’d suggested they find a place to wash off in before getting back to the office.

Which, of all things, Heathcliff had rolled his eyes at his boss cheerfully leading him into a love hotel after declaring he’d found such a place. But knowing the walking ball of eccentricity that was his boss, he couldn’t even bring himself to be surprised. At the very least he would say that the bathroom itself had been very much up to par, contrary to his well-lowered expectations. The bath itself was big enough to fit at least three people comfortably.

Though, despite Hong Lu’s prodding, he had been more firm about them using it one at a time just to speed the process along and not get… sidetracked.

“Right, does feel nice to get the grime out, even if it is early in the day.” Heathcliff emerged from the bathroom, wet hair already tied back in a ponytail that he was still working on squeezing out inside a towel. Hong Lu pouted a little, seeing him like that.

“Heathcliff, your hair looks so nice at that length. You really should take care of it better. You ought to let it dry properly before tying it up like that,” Hong Lu chided, nudging Heathcliff’s knee with the tip of his big toe when he came up closer.

“I wash it and brush it out fine, don’t see the point,” Heathcliff grunted. “… And why the hell are ya’ still lounging around undressed like that?” Indeed, while Heathcliff had already gotten his pants back on after his turn in the bath, Hong Lu was still lounging about with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “We said this was just gonna be quick in and out. Even if we weren’t just here for a bath, I wouldn’t want to spend more time n’ I had to in this eye-searin’ room.” Said room being a garish shade of pink across nearly every surface save for the wood of the furniture.

“Really? I thought the place was rather quaint-looking!” Hong Lu declared cheerfully.

“Quaint, eh,” Heathcliff snorted. “Come on, boss. I know ya’ ain’t that much of an airhead to not know what kinda perverted shite people get up to in places like this. There’s a reason these rooms go hourly.”

“Well, true. I know fully well what people use these kinds of hotels for,” Hong Lu agreed amiably. “Though I’ve never had the opportunity to try one of these places for myself.” Heathcliff felt a nudge against his leg, and he realized Hong Lu still had his foot pressed against it. In fact, it had slid up higher, so that it was pressed up against his thigh. All while he maintained that sunny poker face he always kept up.

“Hold on a tick, don’t think you’re gonna sweet talk me into somethin’ now!” Heathcliff stepped back out of his range, giving him a stern look. “In and out! That’s what we said! You know that kid is gonna’ throw himself into a fit if we take too long getting’ back. So we shouldn’t-” He hesitated, seeing that Hong Lu had stood up from the bed, and walked right up to him while he was still talking. Til they were standing face to face while his boss beamed at him.

“You’re not interested even a little, Heathcliff?” Hong Lu smiled inches from him, the scent of whatever soaps and hair products he had brought with him perfuming the air around the both of them. One hand still held that towel around his waist, but much looser than before. So that there was a sizeable enough gap at the side to show off his leg. While he slowly, slowly started to release the fabric from his hand. Heathcliff tried to keep looking him in the eye, but couldn’t help the flick downward to see how much more of it had been revealed.

“I know how you get, boss. If I let you have your way, one of us’ll be walkin’ out of here with a limp. And I don’t wanna deal with that the rest of the day when there’s still papers to push at the office. It’s annoyin’ enough without you whinging my ear off about it the rest of the day.”

“A compromise, then?” Hong Lu asked. He trailed his free hand down heathcliff’s abs, then ran his thumb at the thin line where his pants clung close to his skin. “We won’t get Just a little bit of fun for the road. I did as you asked and made sure we bathed separately so things wouldn’t get too heavy… Don’t you think this is a fair trade?”

Heathcliff muttered under his breath, but as close as they were he knew Hong Lu would undoubtedly be able to feel the heat from his face as the idea started to get to him.

“… Alright, fine. But one quickie, that’s it,” Heathcliff said firmly. “And none of your pushing for another after.”

“Deal~”

Hong Lu was kissing him before Heathcliff could snark out a reply, and so he decided to forget about doing so and just accepted it for now. A hand fell to Heathcliff’s waist, while the other went to the front of his pants. Heathcliff never did understand how someone who acted so lackadaisical always found the gumption to be so pushy. But as always, the next thing he knew he was sitting on the bed with his pants off, and Hong Lu looming above him with the two panting heavily in the brief reprieve from their kiss.

Hong Lu pulled his body closer to Heathcliff’s, already curling his half-hardened member in his hand. Heathcliff let out a husky groan feeling Hong Lu pull his own length into his grasp so that the two appendages were snugly pressed together within the embrace of Hong Lu’s callous fingers.

Another kiss distracted Heathcliff, letting Hong Lu put his other hand behind Heathcliff’s head to pull his hair free from his ponytail so that his damp hair fell loosely against his back. The motion smooth even as he thrust his member against Heathcliff’s within his grip.

“It does look so nice when it’s down,” Hong Lu panted against Heathcliff’s lips when he pulled back for another breath. Heathcliff opened his eyes to look at him, seeing Hong Lu staring at him so intensely, his left eye squinted shut as always. Heathcliff had chided him before about how his face would get stuck like that, always closing that eye when they were getting into things. But that had been brushed off with a smile and a simple deflection of it being a ‘force of habit’. “You should let me do something with it for once. You know I like taking care of things for you.” So he said, every time he took the lead on things like this.

“Told ya before…” Heathcliff grunted, trying to keep focus despite the increasingly intense pleasure rolling through his body from Hong Lu’s movements. “Don’t want to be your… fuck. Your hair care doll… To play around with.”

“And who said it would be that?” Hong Lu ducked his head down, angling his head to kiss at Heathcliff’s throat just to make him shiver. “I just think… It’d make you look… Rather handsome~”

Heathcliff shuddered more heavily, now bucking his hips into Hong Lu’s hand and against the warm pulse of his member as a silent sign that he was nearly there. “I always promise, don’t I? If you trust me, I’ll take care of everything.”

And then that kiss again. So intense Heathcliff’s head was pressed into leaning backwards while he twisted his fingers into those garish pink sheets and Hong Lu thrust against him with the same intensity with which he pressed their lips together.

Not stopping for a moment, even when Heathcliff finally let go and found his release with a heavy spurt of cum that ran over Hong Lu’s hand and dripped onto his own thighs. And still Hong Lu kept going, still chasing his release until it was just before the point of painful for Heathcliff with the extra stimulation. Until Hong Lu finally reached that peak himself, shivering with delight into Heathcliff’s mouth until the need for air finally forced them to part.

The two panted heavily, the relief and warmth of the aftermath finally washing over them while Heathcliff slumped back onto his arms and let Hong Lu rest his forehead into his shoulder. Letting the pleasant sensations in the aftermath until it could no longer be ignored the unfortunately real discomforts of the fact they’d just worked up a sweat all over again. And gotten messy with something besides blood to boot.

“Guess we’ll have to have another quick wash before we head out,” Heathcliff groaned. “… Sod it. May as well just hop in the bath together this time. It’ll just waste time by doing it separate all over again.”

Hong Lu chuckled near his ear at that.

“If we’re going to share the bath this time, maybe you’ll let me use some of my hair products on you for once? Since they’ll already be in use and all~”

“… You can use one,” Heathcliff grunted in acquiescence. “Just because you’re already paying for us to use the room and all.”

“How generous of you~” Hong Lu turned his head, just enough he could briefly peck Heathcliff on the cheek before he pushed himself back to standing using Heathcliff’s shoulder for a balance. “I know which one would have the perfect scent for you. Very moisturizing, but subtle.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

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“Fascinating. So, this is the effect of this EGO suit on your body even with only the under-layer worn.” Yi Sang touched his fingers to his chin, curiously observing the design.

It was an EGO made from matter extracted from a new Abnormality which had been captured from the depths of yet another defunct Lobotomy Corporation branch. Unlike many of the others branches, there was a frustrating lack of data on the Abnormalities housed within them due to one of them having gone on a rampage in their Records Department. Leaving them with quite a lot of arguments and discussions before they could settle on even rudimentary information about many of them.

This one in particular had been a nightmare to name. There had been a veritable cold war in the break rooms over whether the slimy mass of a creature more closely resembled a duck or a bird just to be able to name it. Though ultimately the spat had been broken up by the decision to flip a coin and let its name fall to fate.

Thus it had been bestowed the (correct, in Yi Sang’s own opinion vindicated by the outcome) moniker of ‘Time Duck’.

Well, work had proceeded as usual. And now came what was both one of the most thrilling and nerve-wracking parts of the process.

Corrosion testing.

This EGO suit was particularly powerful. As all that Faust had needed to do was don the shirt and set of stockings which made up the intended under-layer beneath what was planned to be a suit jacket with a train, a skirt, and a transluscent shawl of slime meant to hang over the shoulders; and already the changes to her body were beginning to take effect.

“We’ll have to consider giving it a high risk level if it’s already pressing your body to corrode with only this much worn,” Yi Sang mused. “How are you feeling, Miss Faust? Are you in any pain?”

“None at all. While there appear to be physiological changes, thus far I do not feel any great shifts in my body’s sense of pain or in my physical integrity.” Faust ran her hand across one of her legs, the semi-transparent white of the stockings even more solid-looking thanks to her pale complexion and the white undergarments she was wearing beneath. When she lifted her hand, several trails of slime stretched out between her fingers and the thin material. “It appears that either my skin or the suit has begun to secrete a mucous-like substance not dissimilar to that which makes up the Abnormality’s body. It appears to be be cohesive with my own body. I wonder if it will cling similarly or be repelled by another person’s skin.”

“Well, let us see… Please excuse me, Miss Faust.” Yi sang rolled up the sleeve on his right arm slightly, then leaned forward and touched his hand to her knee.

“Ah…” Yi Sang hesitated, hearing Faust’s voice make an unexpected sound. “Apologies, I made a sound without meaning. Please… continue.”

“If you are certain.” Yi Sang moved his hand slightly further up Faust’s leg until it was molded to her outer thigh. It felt like running his hand over the surface of a gelatin mold, and there was a certain resistance to it while the slime welled up between his fingers as his hand moved. “Hm… It feels comparable to your normal body temperature, the mucous produced appears to be free of scent and does not feel as though it’s causing any sensations of burning, itching, discomfort, or other such physical sensations. As for the adherence of the slime to my skin-”

Yi Sang tensed his arm, paused, then frowned, then tensed the limb again with intent to pull his hand off of Faust’s leg.

“Is something the matter?” Faust asked, finally looking back up at him when Yi Sang began taking too long.

“… I must apologize, Miss Faust,” he began. “I appear to have… gotten stuck.”

“Stuck?” Faust looked incredulously at Yi Sang’s hand. She could still feel it there on her thigh, still feel it against the surface, but didn’t notice anything odd. Besides the expected sensitivity to being touched in a common erogenous zone.

“It should be of no concern. Here, let me try to…” Yi Sang turned himself on his chair, bracing his feet against the floor in a way that should have allowed him to yank his hand back with more leverage.

While he did so, Faust glanced at her own arm, and noticed something that she hadn’t observed before. Her skin had changed. Normally while being very pale of complexion, it seemed even moreso somehow. Not just to the point of being able to see her own veins under her skin more clearly. It had progressed to being able to see a faint outline of the lab’s tile patterns beneath their feet.

“Yi Sang-”

“Alright. I shall attempt to use more force with which to unstick my hand from your leg,” Yi Sang said, not hearing her attempt to get his attention and now determined to force free his unstuck hand. One… Two…”

“Yi Sang, hold a mom-”

“Three!” Yi Sang pulled up with all his might, ready to yank himself free of the embarrassing position of being adhered by the whole of his palm to Faust’s thigh.

Several things happened at once.

First, Yi Sang pulled back, causing Faust to feel a strain against her leg, like he was clutching onto her despite pulling back despite her being able to visibly observe that this was not the case. Secondly, the same force with which he tried to yank back was turned against him and yanked him forward when all the kinetic force he unleashed bounced back the other way when the movement failed to be completed. Then he found himself toppling forward right on top of Faust.

And then, as the climax of all of this back and forth of motion, found himself falling straight into Faust.

The result felt something like being submerged in a heated pool filled with half-melted gelatin. His body was enveloped in a thick, slimy sensation that sucked him in when he was thrown forward. Yi Sang barely caught himself against the back of Faust’s chair, but realized quickly that he was doing this through Faust.

Faust was clearly just as baffled as he was. Seeing as her body had just allowed him to pass into and through her despite being fully corporeal. And now, an even rarer sight, she appeared to be highly flustered.

“It appears that… The Corrosion advanced faster than expected,” Faust said, voice unsteady. “We ought to… inform the fabrication department that more stabilizing materials may be in order… Are you alright, Yi Sang?”

“I… Am still surprised by the unexpected nature of this. Please forgive me, Miss Faust,” Yi Sang replied. He tried to squirm around, feeling the press of Faust’s slimy body shift around him thickly with each move. He could squirm and part it briefly, but it appeared trying to pull completely free only got him embroideled deeper into the quagmire that was Faust’s current body state. “Does this… Hurt you, Miss Faust?”

“No, I am fine,” Faust replied, though her voice was shaky. “But I think that it is… not pain that I’m experiencing at the moment.” Now Yi Sang felt Faust move around him, and he gasped. He’d been so surprised by the fall that he hadn’t realized what a precarious position he was in. Whatever substance Faust’s body had converted to during this corrosion, it was thick and wet, soaking through his clothes with moisture while the substance itself seemed to leak in and around the crevices in his garments until he could feel it plastering itself against his skin. And this, by the expected nature, he found included… certain aspects of his anatomy. “I feel you… very plainly inside of me, Yi Sang,” Faust murmured near his ear. “It feels as though I’m currently molded to your form all throughout. I apologize for this being my body’s reaction to this situation.”

“Not at all,” Yi Sang assured her. “I can… very likely say I’m experiencing the same as you are, Miss Faust. Yi Sang curled his hand a little, feeling his finger flex through the thick slime somewhere within her torso, and he heard Faust gasp and felt her shiver. The quivering of her body’s temporary substance pulsed and squeezed against every inch of muscle and skin of his which she had enveloped.

“I can feel your body reacting,” Faust said, shivering again in a way that Yi Sang could feel quivering around his loins. “It’s an odd sensation, and yet the way my body currently surrounds it, I believe further movement will only stimulate both of us further. It might be inadvisable to move too much before any of the other assistants arrive to check our progress and assist us… And yet.” Faust closed her eyes, leaning forward so slightly, feeling like every internal molecule of hers was being caressed and parted by Yi Sang’s body buried so deeply inside of it without consideration for any normal human limits. Anytime he moved inside her, she felt new places being stroked inside her that had never known the touch of another human. “And yet… The compulsion is… intriguing.”

“Then,” Yi Sang murmured. “Would it not be suitable to see the sensations through to their logical conclusion? If we truly wish to observe the full extent of what this Corrosion of my body could entail.”

“Your scientific curiosity is truly admirable, Miss Faust,” Yi Sang murmured. “And… I would not be opposed, if you were willing.”

Thus began a series of precise, intense observations. Testing several parameters. How Faust reacted to touches in different areas of her body, to test each ones sensitivity. How much control over her internal pressure and temperature that she had by attempting to physically manipulate her mass around Yi Sang so that she pressed and squeezed around him in precise places of her choices.

Yi Sang’s first orgasm was… interesting. Faust felt a sudden shift in temperature as some of her body mass was displaced by some previously unpresent substance. Which she was quick to realize was his ejaculate, after his body could no longer bear to hold back under his own orders. It did nothing to damage the structural integrity of Faust’s body, but the sensation felt… fulfilling in a way. Which made her decide that repeat trials would be suitable. And which made her press forward in manipulating the different parts of her body to stroke herself all around him, chasing those strangely pleasant sensations while urging Yi Sang to repeat his reaction to the feelings. From what Faust could tell, she herself could not reach a proper orgasm in this state, likely due to the shift in her biological functions. And yet, there was an undeniable series of biological rewards to her actions. When she moved, when she encouraged him to shift inside of her body, when he reached climax and added to the now several dissipating streaks of white now floating around within Faust’s semi-transparent corpus. All of it sent waves of pleasure throughout her molecules that created an ever-increasing positive feedback loop of sensations.

Too soon, it seemed to her, Yi Sang’s flushed face was already becoming overwhelmed. With him panting and blushing heavily with his eyes slightly rolled back, even though she was trying to press him back to life within the confines of his pants. In her current state, she didn’t need to remove them in order to feel his most sensitive spots suspended within her ever-shifting and dripping frame. She’d long since stopped checking the clock, hopeful yet anxious for the end of lunch and for it to be discovered that this trial would not end without neutralizers and plenty of intervention to undo the Corrosion and successfully extract them from one another.

And yet, for now…

“Please hold out a while longer, Yi Sang” Faust whispered near his ear. “I believe we may be stuck in this clinical trial a while yet. So please continue to give me your fullest focus until then.”

Then, she believed, she felt the slightest twitch of life under the matter of his pants that she had seeped into. And Faust felt her insides shiver again at the notion of more. “Then, let us continue this trial to its conclusion. I’ll entrust you into helping me gather all of this vital data into my body.”

Chapter Text

“There, you see, now if you just lift It a little more from the bottom like that, you can really get a good amount of pressure around it.” Angelica leaned her face into her hand, her elbow pressing a divot down into the bed where it sat at rest.

Roland panted softly as he sat there, torn between both the strangeness and the unusual arousing nature of this situation. With Angela on one side of him, uncertainly but pleasantly squishing her breasts around Roland’s length, and Angelica on the other, smiling pleasantly while observing her attempts at the process. Like this was a little show all for her, that she got to direct for herself.

“Am I doing this properly?” Angela asked, giving her breasts a squeeze inward with her hands.

“Y-yeah, that’s real-”

“Hmm, pretty good,” Angelica cut in, not letting Roland fully get his praise out. “But you know, maybe you’ll do better with a more…” Angelica reached down her front and took hold of the bottom of her turtleneck, which she pulled up to reveal that beneath it, she wasn’t wearing any sort of bra. “In-depth demonstration.”

Angelica smoothly settled herself to her knees on Roland’s other side, the familiar press of her body there making his member twitch again. Especially when Angelica pressed her breasts in against Angela’s on the other side of Roland’s length. When she caught him looking down at her, and that flushed hue his face took on, she gave him a very unsubtle wink.

“Angelica…” Roland moaned, something which both made Angela flush from the unfamiliar yet enticing tone of his voice, and made Angelica smirk while patting him on the knee with her hand.

“There there, big man. Try holding it a little longer. We want to make sure she gets a proper demonstration, don’t we?” She turned her attention to Angela now, who was blushing both from seeing Roland’s reactions, and the feeling of Angelica’s breasts pressing into her own as well. It was far from the first time anything like this had happened between the three of them. Yet even so, Angela found that each time she was being pressed to learn new and pleasurable things each time.

And if there was anything that enticed Angela, it was the prospect of learning something new. Especially when it came to something to do with her burgeoning lovers.

“Now, what you were doing was good before, but you probably want to pick up the pace,” Angelica instructed. Angela felt Angelica press her hands on either side of her breasts over her own hands, now stroking up and down along Roland’s length. She heard him hiss in between his teeth, and only smiled further. “Right, just like that. Now, yours are nice and sizeable. And with how the head is poking out, you can just lick at the tip of it.” To demonstrate, Angelica leaned over her own chest and to the center of where their chests met. Then she slowly ran her tongue over Roland’s tip. Angela felt her warm tongue slide warmly over the smooth top of her breasts, and felt how Roland twitched furiously in response.

“Like… This?” Angela tried to mimic the motion, sliding her tongue in long, slow strokes the way she had.
“That’s right, just like that,” Angelica praised. “See how good you’re making him feel?” Angela looked up to the side, and saw how Roland had let his eyes half-shut, and how he was gritting his teeth while his body tensed up. “You learn so fast, it makes it that much more fun to teach you like this. Makes me think… You deserve a reward, too~”

Before Angela could answer, she found Angelica pressing a kiss into her mouth. Angelica used her grasp on Angela’s chest to stimulate her further, slipping her thumbs into the gaps to stroke at her sensitive nipples. Making Angela run her thighs together at the stimulation.

“An…gel…” Roland groaned. Both of them could feel him bucking his hips up into their bodies, and Angelica smiled before she pulled back from the kiss. Admiring the dazed look on Angela’s face while she looked at her.

“You’re both so sensitive, you know that?” Angelica teased. “Alright, Angela. Since it looks like he can’t hold it in much longer, I’ll give you a little test. If you can swallow it all down when he cums, you’ll get a nice reward. How’s that sound?”

“I… think I can do that.”

Angela tried to copy all she had been shown so far, now allowed by Angelica to have full free reign. Stroking Roland within her warm, generous chest, bathing his tip in attention with her tongue and mouth. Spurred on by both the sound of Roland’s increasing pleasure and Angelica’s sharp blue stare.

“Ff- fuck! Angela!!” Roland cried out loud, throwing his head back and clutching at the bedsheets under his hands.

As instructed, Angela did her best, leaning down to engulf his furiously twitching tip in her mouth. Feeling that familiar hot and slightly salty taste fill her mouth. Swallowing it all down little by little as quickly as she could as it flowed into her mouth.

And yet, despite her best efforts, there was that one final imperfection at the end, unpracticed as she was. The smallest amount struck the back of her throat in the wrong way, and she pulled back with a cough that watered her eyes, spilling the rest behind her lips while her body’s natural reactions forced her to search for breath.

“Aww, so close.” Angelica scooped her hand up under Angela’s chin, making her look up through teary eyes at Angelica’s smirk. “You did good for your first time trying that, I’m impressed really. No one can get everything completely right the first time.” She patted Angela on the cheek, and that smirk gained the slightest extra shade of teasing. “But you know, you didn’t earn your reward. So I think you’ll have to get a punishment instead~”

“Huh? Angelica, what are you-” Roland grunted, when suddenly Angelica shoved him in the stomach, forcing him back on the bed and away from the both of them. But quickly found himself with a weight on him, when Angelica climbed atop him with her back facing him. But any thought he had of asking what she was doing quickly left him when Angelica took hold of his half-hard length and started stroking it.

“Just lay back, Roland. I promised we’d have fun teaching her, right? This is just part of it!” Angelica smiled down at Angela, feeling Roland coming to life against her body while she stroked him on one side and pressed him against her belly on the other. “You know I’ll always make you feel good… And as for you, Angela,” she smiled down at Angela, who felt a warmth pulse between her thighs at the sight. “For your punishment, you’ll next get to watch me demonstrate how to ride Roland properly. But, you’re not allowed to touch yourself at all while I do~”

Angela swallowed, already feeling her fingers and legs twitch already when given explicit denial of what she was feeling the desire to do. Especially when she watched Angelica, having brought him back to life so quickly, so easily and smoothly sank down upon him until she had taken him clear to the hilt. With Roland’s pleasured groans ringing in the air as she did so.

“Make sure you observe everything carefully, Missy~”