Without any explanation or forethought, Marisa plants a deep kiss against Patchouli's lips. A column of fire erupts where the two are standing as the threads that cover their skin disintegrate. As their eyes open, the flames vanish. Patchouli takes some time to admire Marisa's bare figure before Marisa does what she came here to do. The Witch pinches the Librarian's nipples. The Librarian smiles and giggles, before parting the Witch's lower lips. Marisa releases Patchouli's nipples when one of the Librarian's fingers enters her. That finger is joined by the Witch's finger, which stays inside long enough to become as wet as it can be.
Marisa's finger exits her body and is tethered to her pink entrance by a single string. One taste of that magic potion is all it takes for Patchouli to become drunk on pleasure. The Librarian takes her free hand and plunges two fingers inside herself. She soon takes them out and smears her juices onto Marisa's breasts. The Witch grabs the Librarian's hand and licks the fingers clean.
The finger inside Marisa pops out and Patchouli kneels, taking in the aroma of Marisa's flower. The Witch sighs and her hand weaves through the Librarian's purple locks. The Witch's head tilts back when the Librarian lashes at her with her tongue. Occasionally, the rhythm into which they have been locked is broken by a soft bite on the clitoris or a tongue slithering its way inside the Witch. Marisa sighs and cups her own breasts. Her groans sound so lovely to Patchouli, who can tell that Marisa is ready.
The Librarian withdraws her face from the Witch's slit. Two fingers spear inside Marisa, while two more fingers pinch her clitoris. Something begins to swell up inside Marisa. How long can she resist the urge to explode in Patchouli's face? Her heart pounds against her chest, as if it is trying to escape the Witch's ribcage. She briefly thinks about pushing the Librarian away from her and ending the torture, but her fluttering heart would almost certainly be crushed by the pleasure she is experiencing. Marisa has no choice but to endure, but that is becoming impossible. She has always liked the thrill of delaying the inevitable as long as she can. Nothing beats that feeling of melting when she ultimately is no longer able to hold on!
Patchouli's fingers move even more quickly than before, multiplying the pressure inside Marisa. The Witch sobs as her heart decides that it can take no more...
Marisa arches her back and explodes in a white rain. She rides the waves created by her heart imploding. Her eyes open but it takes a moment for her to process that she is in her home rather than in the library. It takes another moment to process that she can see straight through Patchouli. But when it does sink in and Marisa puts two and two together, she realises that she has been violated in her sleep. Marisa has not calmed down from the violent orgasm reverberating within her. She shouldn't enjoy this but she does. She tries grabbing onto Patchouli's arm, and can feel her as if she is real.
Marisa Kirisame covers her face. She cries in embarrassment as her white mist spreads over the sheets. She convulses in ecstasy, but cries in agony. The realisation at what has just happened dampens the pleasure and quickly ends the thrill.
No time is given for the humiliation to set in before Patchouli's familiar reveals herself. Marisa's shoulders are pinned to her bed. She is silenced by the kiss of a succubus.
Having lost the will to fight off her attackers, Marisa is left with no choice but to allow the demon to strip her of every shred of her innocence. Her swollen lips come into contact with those of the spirit molesting her. She isn't supposed to feel anything, but she does, as Koakuma has elected to interact with Marisa's body. Meanwhile, Patchouli's disembodied soul masturbates to the sight of Marisa being unable to deny what has happened to her.
Despite her unwillingness to embrace these sensations, her climax creeps up on her once again. Marisa begs for this to end without her being brought over the limit. A glow illuminates the room as Patchouli enters paradise. She does not shatter, as the orgasm did not come from direct sexual contact with the succubus whose blood she drank. Koakuma crosses the threshold with Marisa and glows like a lantern. Her soul does not shatter like glass either, having made no contact with the soul of the girl who drank her blood.
A white paste spurts from Marisa's core. Her body enjoys what has happened, but she does not. Tears of ecstasy pour onto the linens under her bare unprotected body. Tears of disgust line her once beautiful face. She feels horribly disfigured by what has transpired tonight. Patchouli and Koakuma both smile and walk through the wall.
Marisa covers her face once again. She wants to disappear. Even though nobody saw her enjoy something that she did not want to enjoy, it doesn't change the fact that someone she thought she knew very well has turned out to be a vicious predator. She stands up from her bed, wanting to never again see that wet spot that has disgusted her. The witch passes out in the opposite corner of the room. She hopes to never awaken...