Standard Disclaimer

Sorry for the lack of updates on this story. But as of late I had to reorganize my plans for it. A lot of the original idea had to be changed based on where I took things. After some time thinking about it, I hope I've a good direction to take it.

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Understanding

Chapter – 10

For the last two weeks, Takeya and his slaves tried to adjust to their new lives. With their new home came something Takeya hadn't expected, an inheritance. Along with the estate came the savings the old man had saved over his life as one of the first to have his job. After World War 2 a lot of new jobs opened in Japan as reconstruction began. Stock broker was one of them, and the older man had been very successful at his job. Amassing large amounts of funds and leaving them to his pseudo-daughter, Miu presented Takeya with more than enough money to live the rest of his life on.

That money, he crassly yelled at Miu, was hers and not his to spend. But that didn't stop Takeya from cutting back the hours at the video store. No longer did he work a full time shift that cut into this schoolwork and ability to enjoy life. The manager was actually happy to see his hired help cutting back the hours. With the newfound time, Takeya devoted more effort into studies and school and getting to know his live-in companions even better. So much he had missed about them thanks to his work, but no longer.

As for the intergalactic slaves, the DearS had moved from a life of contentment to that of bliss. Takeya had claimed them both, they were officially his slaves in mind and body. Fears and worries were taken away, all DearS worry about being replaced when they first get a master. Often the master claimed them that first night, breaking in their new property. But for them, on Earth, it had taken much longer. Of the two slaves, it was Miu that was more wanting to appease Takeya.

One small problem was that since all of his porn was destroyed, and he was home more often and objected to them watching it, the DearS had to study in private. Ren threw herself into the Earth customs with her normal reckless abandon, while Miu took more to reading techniques and accounts on the new internet connection.

Another change was how the trio interacted with each other. A lot of the hesitation and apprehension was gone in their actions. Takeya wouldn't fret about putting an arm around Ren or Miu's shoulder while they watched television, and he wouldn't stay a simple good night kiss to his residents. The mighty tri-locked Ren was even more eager to assist Takeya in his daily errands and chores. She would hug him more, hold his hand when it was appropriate, and strived to improve herself more and more to improve her rank in his eyes.

Miu, with her army of teddy bears back at her disposal, had changed the least in outward appearance. Still quick on reprimanding Ren for mistakes and errors, she had pulled back on the harshness of them. Now opting to show Ren just how she made a blunder rather than simply yell at her. More coquettish then Ren, Miu didn't strive to make more public displays of affection. No, she held that back for when Takeya needed a good appeasement.

In the two weeks since he had first allowed it, both DearS had appeased him one further time. They didn't think it was because he was hurting himself now, they were just to busy getting adjusted to their new life. With the adjustment period almost over, the trio were ready to get back into the nice rut life often provides.

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Looking down at the sleeping body of her master, Miu could hear Ren cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The books say men enjoy being woken up this way. With Ren occupied, Miu didn't need to worry about intrusion. It was Miu that had been appeasing Takeya when Ren walked in on them having felt the spark as well and that didn't end well. "Ikuhara-sama isn't ready for an audience yet it seems," she whispered as she sat on the western style bed.

It didn't take more than two nights for Takeya to take to the bed and mattress. Sleeping on a futon had been the only thing he had known till moving into the house, and how he had done so for so long amazed him. Western beds were just so much better in his mind. Turning on his side, Takeya had every intention of spending this day off of school sleeping as much as possible.

His dream was odd, it had started off with him at the pachinko bar, but the machine had pictures of Ren and Miu in it. In his dream he knew that if he could sink enough of the metal balls into the holes under the DearS he would win them. It would free them and they'd live forever happy. But as he fired off the shots into the slots the image changed to some red headed DearS he couldn't remember. He couldn't win…no matter what he couldn't win. But then the dream changed, his body felt good…warmer…hotter.

"Oh…God…" he moaned as the sleep was being drained from him. Opening his eyes, the sun streaming in his window through the opened shades, he sighed. "Man what a dream…felt so good…at the…end?" He still felt good, better than good he felt marvelous, then he noticed the comforter bobbing up and down and the sensation in his loins finally registered. "DAMN IT! REN Didn't I tell you…" pulling the blanket off his body to reveal what he had expected was Ren acting on her own impulse. "I can't help it…in the m-moring…"

Stopping mid-stride, Miu locked gazes with Takeya and would have smiled if she could have. Letting his engulfed member slip from her lips Miu quipped, "Isn't this how men wish to be woken?" The book said plainly that if you wanted your man to wake in a good mood that fellatio was the best way. His lust was blazing and he was warm in her hand, but he didn't look happy.

Running into the room at the sound of her name, Ren found Miu hovering over Takeya's legs as the man glared angrily at her. "Takeya, you called for Ren. Do you want Ren to help Miu appease you?" The video's she had watched before often had two women and one man, maybe he was going to try it. Ren wouldn't mind trying, but breakfast will burn. Her best melon bread were on the table, and Ren really wanted to make Takeya happy with her improved skill.

Pulling his pants back up, trying to ignore the voice in his mind that said to let Miu finish, Takeya grumbled to Ren. "No Ren, sorry. I thought that Miu was…you." Ren was more prone to taking leaps and strides in actions that should have been handled more delicately. But even as dense as he was at times, Takeya had noticed Miu was sliding more into that place when it came to things regarding sex. "And for you Miu," he stopped as he noticed Miu licking a liquid off her chin. Swallowing hard, ignoring how damn sexy that looked, "Please don't do that again ok? I told both of you that in the morning it…it just does that and I don't need you to do anything like that."

Sliding off the bed, slightly disappointed, Miu nodded. "I apologize Ikuhara-sama, I only wanted to make you happy." And in the process it made her happy too. Her programming had a small glitch in it that was making life very interesting for the DearS. Hearing Ren comment on going back to cooking, she sat on the bed. "Did I upset you?"

Sitting facing the other way, Takeya wouldn't lie about it. "No Miu that felt fantastic. But its just I'm not really into that kind of thing." On the video's it was damn fun to watch and fantasize, but it wasn't something he thought of actually asking for. Its dirty and degrading. I mean the thing isn't clean at all and… It was something that was just supposed to be a fantasy. "Anyway I appreciate the offer and all but…could you not do that again?" What would be worse is if Ren had thought Miu's actions were expected too…then he'd have to sleep with a belt on to insure he woke up before they tried to help him.

Crawling behind the man, Miu hugged him. "If that is what Master wants," she'd just have to wait till he changed his mind. Small worries and fears started creeping into Miu, and to and extent she thought Ren felt it too. The community hadn't contacted them since the apartment fiasco. Takeya hadn't even gotten his monetary settlement for the damages. They are planning something, Ruby is planning to deal with us. How long would these simple days last?

Suddenly ringing on his nightstand, Takeya grabbed the phone without gosling Miu. Her warmth spread across his back was comforting, "Ikuhara residence, Takeya speaking." It was some DearS on the line, asking him to come down to the ship to discuss his repayment. "I'll be down in a few hours ok?" It was fine and the line went dead.

"Do you have to work today Ikuhara-sama?" Miu asked as she switched from holding him around the waist to around the neck. Breathing in his musky odor was pleasant, but was that Ren's shampoo he was using? No matter, she could feel no unease in him so the call had to be ok. Such a shame, I was going to teach him how to tend to Oji-sama's bonsai.

Breaking free of Miu's gentle clutches, "No it was some DearS. I'm supposed to go to your ship to talk about the apartment and how they plan to compensate me." Neneko just got a check, but here damages were easy to gauge. Takeya's weren't so simple as how can one put a price tag on memories. "They said it shouldn't take more than an hour so Ren and you can just stay here to do whatever you want."

Miu knew that tone, and what he was really saying was that he wanted to go alone. "We haven't spoken to Izumi-san in a while. Maybe we will go visit her." Possibly try on more of those wonderful costumes the mousy girl made. Her studies were finished and Ren was doing better as well so no reason to stay home while Takeya was gone. But this doesn't seem right. After he comes back I'll contact Khi.

"Well let's go eat Ren's breakfast before she tries to serve it to me in bed," Takeya said jovially. Last time Ren had tried she spilled the whole mess on the bed and it took the better part of the day to clean it. Leaving Miu in his room to contemplate the unease in her mind, Takeya sat at the head of the table, "Smells great Ren."

Setting his plate down first, Ren fancied herself a kiss to his cheek, "Ren likes it when Takeya compliments her cooking." It was seldom coming, so she'd take what she could get. Pouring herself a bowl of misu soup as well as Miu's, Ren dug into the meal as Takeya explained his intentions for the day. Like Miu, Ren didn't enjoy what she heard, but didn't voice out against it.

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The Ikuhara household was wise to worry about Takeya's visit to the community. Ruby had more than just one reason for bringing the man to her domain. Miu's information about the man was a good starting point, but it didn't go far enough to create an infallible plan. What was the man's likes, dislikes, where his tastes really for? Well Ruby planned to find out and for that she had to gather the needed information.

"What is his status?" Ruby asked a platinum haired sheep kneeling at her feet. To Ruby, the sheep were oh so deliciously easy to control and extort to her needs. The long silver haired, green eyed, and petite woman was one of a growing number of loyal subordinates. Chichi is a fine sheep, to bad her breast are to small to entice this man, if Miu's details were half correct he doesn't like his woman that flat.

Hoping for more power and authority in the community, Chichi had willingly followed Ruby. "The Biter we assigned to watch over the man just informed us that he has left his new dwelling and his headed here." This situation was perfect for her to gain more control over her life, or to change it completely for the better. Ruby-sama's plan is to replace the zero number and black sheep…I could get a master and leave this accused place.

Flexing her whip in her hand, Ruby's flesh rippled with anticipation. "Excellent, gather the DearS I have requested and proceed as planned." Licking the taught leather instrument, Ruby had to give the humans credit they did make some tasty weapons. "You are to speak to him about the reparations check their government funded for us. During such time you'll examine his reaction to the DearS that are sent in."

Head still bowed, Chichi didn't like Ruby at all, and this farce didn't help much. But with no recourse what else could she do? Options were slim, either serve Ruby and gain privileges from her or hopefully take the spot of the two faulty units. "What if his tastes are to either me or none of the presented?" A girl could hope, couldn't she? I have never had a master of my own, I feel so incomplete that it is maddening.

Cracking the whip next to Chichi but not hitting her, Ruby didn't lose her jovial appearance. "If that is the case than we will find another that looks enough like you or we attempt to stall and send more in to widen the pallet." Ruby enjoyed playing with Chichi in her off hours, and wasn't about to let her go. It was a pale substitute for the affection and loyalty she had for Fina, but when the cold was too much to bear a match light was better than darkness.

Willing herself not to flinch at the sound, Chichi nodded. "I'll do what I can. Has there been any news of Xaki's recovery?" Ren's sound pummeling of the strongest Biter had astonished the community, the DearS hadn't been killed but he was still in the recovery chambers. That bitch will not let me go? Will she keep me here only to keep me under her thumb?

Turning her back to Chichi, Ruby shrugged. "His recovery is proceeding as scheduled. Another reason the zero number needs to be recalled. Such strength in a sheep is unforgivable." Her heart was beating stronger in her chest, so hard she could feel her blood pulsing through her skin. Zero number…Ren…those words that name infuriated her. Fina would never forgive her for disgracing the community, Ruby had to reclaim Ren or when Fina woke all would be lost.

Through clenched eyes and gritted teeth, "What if their master will not relinquish them to you?" Being talked down to by the Barker, such racism was humiliating. Chichi hated it, but could do nothing but pray. I envy those two…all accounts have this man as a wonderful master. It was a dream of many DearS to have and hope for, but Ruby wasn't having anything to do with it. The Barker hand selected which DearS was sent out into the world.

How a human could decline a slave better suited to all his tastes wasn't anything Ruby expected. "These humans aren't stupid so we have nothing to worry about. A body is a body after all. One that can better meet his needs should be a good enough excuse to swap out the defects." Love wasn't anything to be concerned about, Ruby heard the term used by the humans before and through it all the jargon Ruby saw it as just an excuse. "You are excused to go prepare for his coming. Might I suggest using human clothing during the incursion, they don't appear to enjoy our more versatile outfits." And some costume play might just expose more of the man's weaknesses.

On her feat the moment Ruby finished talking, Chichi bowed. "I'll do as you recommend. I too have noticed a slight aversion to our standard dress." Spinning around on her heels, "I'll inform you of the results after he has left." Walking out briskly, Chichi let out a long held breath. Dealing with Ruby was like handling a deadly viper. It could be used as the most potent of weapons, or it could turn on you in an instant. How much longer will things be like this?

Back in her office, Ruby watched over the sheep as they meandered about their errands. What a waste she couldn't openly sell them out, but with the need for secrecy Ruby had to be selective. A few high powered officials and business men knew the truth now, Ruby had bartered with them very well and made a substantial profit. On this planet the role of slave is more for sexual needs and not domestic needs, interesting place. The sheep that danced to her tune might be allowed to dance, those that defied her were benched.

All except Miu and Ren that is, and it was maddening to think they were out against her wishes. But still the community was just like many normal social venues. In fighting and sides were easily drawn among the slaves. They were those that sided with Ruby and those that huddled in the corner cursing her name. The latter were too cowardly to do anything, it was the former that made Ruby nervous. Were they really on her side or just kissing up to get favors. Those DearS that were to meet with this man housing the two defects was going to were among Ruby's most loyal and trusted slaves. Chosen for not only their varying beauty to the human's eyes but for skills and abilities that she hoped to use to bribe away those dirt spots.

Wrapping the leather strip around her wrist, Ruby shuddered again. This power was so wondrous and intoxicating. "This man will do as I expect. What reason does he have to refuse?" No matter the sheep were so easy to control, promise them a master and they'd do anything Ruby wanted. Extorting that physical need in the slave race, the insatiable craving for a master to control them, Ruby would use that addiction to her own end.

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A needle in one hand and a spool of thread tucked behind three fingers of the other as she opened the door, Neneko stared at the DearS for several seconds before saying anything. "What are you two doing here?" It wasn't that she minded the company, Hiro had a test to study for and her brother was out playing, she just didn't expect it.

With a polite bow, "Izumi-san we simply wanted to stop over and insure everything was well with you." Miu hoped dropping by unannounced wasn't going to offend Neneko, but they really did miss the near daily visits with her.

Several paces behind Miu, Ren was bouncing on her feat, "Is Neneko making more pretty cloths?" A sudden breeze, a testament to the coming autumn, twirled Ren's hair and blouse. "Can Ren see? Can she?"

Chuckling uneasily, Neneko didn't know who to address first. Stepping deeper into her home she gestured for her uninvited guests' entry. "I don't mind the visit, and Ren I've made a few but I'm working on my doll cloths right now." Leading the pair through the kitchen to the living room turned her work studio, Neneko gestured to the three dolls in the process of being clothed. "No Takeya with you?" she asked once noticing the gruff man wasn't in sight.

Gingerly lifting one of the more complete dolls, Miu pet the back of its head. "Oh how darling Izumi-san, you really have a talent with knitting." The doll with its gothic Lolita outfit was one of the most complex patterns Miu saw on Earth. "As for Ikuhara-sama."

Ren cut Miu off as she too lifted one of the dolls, "Takeya was called to the community to talk about his money." The doll in Ren's hand was very familiar to her. "Neneko made a dress like this that Ren wore," it was a figure that would have been nude if not for the fluffy black fur around the chest and waist.

Reclaiming her chair and the work in progress, Neneko opened her mouth in the 'aah' shape. He had mentioned the lack of progress in the refund department, not that it mattered anymore. Phantom pain still lingered when she looked at the refurnished apartment the man used to live in. They had been friends for so long, and the old feelings while dull weren't dead. "Guess he's finally going to get that check after all."

Finding a nice spot on the couch, Miu held the doll on her lap facing Neneko. The pinch wasn't as bad today, "Are you alright Izumi-san? We could leave if you'd like. Come back when you're finished." They had come without so much as a phone call, maybe Neneko wanted to be alone while she sewed. But that pinch came when Ren mentioned Ikuhara-sama.

Nuzzling the soft fur of her doll, Ren tittered as it tickled her nose, "Ren really likes Neneko's dolls. Ren is happy she was able to help Neneko make it." Hadn't that been why Neneko had them model for her oh so long ago? Dress them up, draw sketches of how the fabric fell in reality, then come back and make it in mini size. "Neneko should be happy with her work too," Ren said miss reading the situation.

Beautiful, intelligent, and totally obedient were for the first time identified as negative and vengeful words in Neneko's mind. "Ren I'm glad you like my dolls, and Miu I'm fine so don't worry about leaving." Hell who was she to lie to herself, even if Ren hadn't practically stolen Takeya from her; she'd not have made a move anyway. Plus I have Hiro-chan now thanks to Ren, I shouldn't be angry at them.

That annoying pinch was dwindling further and further, easing Miu's conscious, "Thank you Izumi-san." Silently scanning the room, various cloths and fabrics of many types were strewn about, along with threads and pattern sheets. "Is this your hobby Izumi-san or are you trying to seek employ in this craft?"

"Just a hobby I suppose," she said offhandedly. Sure she had some success at the crafters shows, but wasn't it just a dream after all? No chance of ever making her dream a reality, most of her dreams seemed to be that way. Taking her eye off the companion to the Lolita, still a girl but in a man's suit, she noticed something different about the DearS. They had an air of confidence and contentment that had been lacking from them ever since she met them. Taking a gambit she asked, "So Takeya finally did it, didn't he?"

Laying the doll back down where she scooped it up, Ren tilted her head. "Does Neneko mean if Takeya let Ren and Miu appease him?" It wasn't as if the topic hadn't come up between them before, mostly subtle and hidden between the lines, but Neneko had often made her curiosity known. With a flash of her emblem, Ren felt not only a pinch but a tinge of lust, she had been right. Nodding proudly Ren slapped her chest, "Ren has successfully appeased Takeya five times over two sessions. Takeya said he really liked how…."

Miu's hands clamped firmly over Ren's mouth to keep her from blabbing all about the appeasement sessions. Sheesh! And Ikuhara-sama even told her not to tell anybody, that it was a special thing just between us. Why humans felt such an aversion to the subject was just another racial trait she'd have to accept. Coughing discreetly, blushing herself as memories surfaced, "Izumi-sama, as Ren has so painfully stated, yes he has accepted us fully as his slaves." No need to hide it from Neneko, she knew they DearS fate.

Anger, resentment, hatred, all these things Neneko wanted to feel towards the two women before her, but she didn't. Oddly enough she felt happy, calmed by the fact that not only did the DearS have their needs met, but also that Takeya stopped lying to himself. Hope that he doesn't try and hurt himself for this. Setting her doll down, "I'm glad for you…you too Ren." It meant so much to them to have a real master, Takeya would do them fine. "So how would you two like to model for me again?"

Ren was on her feet in a second, prancing to the stack of adult gowns hanging on a door. "Ren really wants to try on Neneko's cloths again…will she wear them with us this time?" Spirits were high when she was praised, Neneko had just praised her for her duty with Takeya and that mournful pain was no longer emitted from the girl.

Abandoning her wish for a nice quiet day of sewing, Neneko rolled her eyes. "No helping it this time, some of them don't have the chest capacity for you Ren. Miu maybe, but those melons of yours would rip the fabric." Seriously, whoever made Ren must have had an udder fetish, Neneko thought bitterly since her own situation was on the far end of the spectrum.

More attune to Neneko's plight than Ren, Miu waited for the exerbrant DearS to leave the room to change. "Are you really alright Izumi-san? I felt a pain from you when I mentioned Ikuhara-sama, and when Ren started talking about…" Miu stalled, unable to get her lips to say the words. Despite how she felt about the act, Miu just was to prim and proper to talk about it candidly.

Adjusting her glasses, Neneko sighed. "I wanted to be angry at you two, really I did. But I can't. I did love Takeya for a long time, but I never took the chance, was to afraid to." It felt like ages ago that she had those feelings. "But thanks to Ren stepping in and making such a splash in the school…I was introduced to Hiro." Hiro wasn't a substitute for Takeya, Neneko was smarter than that. "So I guess I should actually thank you for it." Laughing bitterly, "Just know that he isn't as strong as he pretends to be…Takeya is softer than most think, sensitive lummox that he is. Treat him well."

Listening to a few mutters and crashes in the other room, Ren having troubles, Miu felt a kinship for Neneko. Hadn't she felt the same of Ren too? Before the incident where Takeya became her master she felt exactly the same. "We will Izumi-san, no worries."

Neneko had none, what worries did she have when Takeya lived with two programmed slaves that adored him? Loneliness wasn't a worry, food wasn't now that they had money, and Ren and Miu were stronger than anything Earth had to throw at them so safety was a joke. "Ren come out here and let us look at you," Neneko called out to Ren's room as she grabbed a camera and scouted for her pencil and paper.

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For being in an alien spacecraft, Takeya sure didn't feel like he was in a science fiction drama. Rooms full of subway handles and sleeping DearS, capsules that looked like giant tic-tacs, and just a very friendly open atmosphere. No large assortments of computer panels, obscure operating tables with helpless truckers getting anal probed, or anything else that would have set him ill at ease. "Guess it's just more proof that nobody will be coming to rescue them."

The ship was made to be lead and controlled by another ship, the DearS had neither the skill or the ability to fly their saucer. Stationed on earth was where the derelict intergalactic machine would stay until it fell apart.

Sitting in a room where that odd cat-eared Ni DearS lead him, Takeya shifted in his seat as he waited for the representative to show up. This place…for how nice it looks sure does have a sterile feel to it. He was what could have passed for an office, large metallic desk and chairs, but no decorations at all. Just plain sheet metal grey walls, a dull white overhead light, and a floating green square above the desk. "Wonder how long this will take."

"Shouldn't take that long at all Ikuhara-san," Chichi replied pleasantly as she shut the door behind her. Catching the minute jump her arrival elicited, "Sorry did I startle you?" Ruby be damned if he likes me, I'll put myself on the product replacement forms. Reviewing the available earthling material for lawyers she had assembled the best outfit she could. A svelte black business suit, with a white inner shirt, to finish the effect she had several of the buttons left undone, not enough to give the impression of ease just comfort.

Eyes widening a little as the new DearS sat down and crossed her legs, Takeya was very much amazed. "Just a little nervous is all and I didn't think the DearS wore anything besides those odd uniforms while in the community." It helped that Chichi looked very good in it as well, but Takeya was much to nervous to let such things really get to him.

Her upturned lip was well hidden by a timely tapping of papers on her desk. Far from a rousing success she did fell a tiny blip of attraction. "Now Ikuhara-san you have provided us with a list of items, but from what we've been told you humans put special importance on these items. What was the word for it…" crooking her head back focusing on the ceiling she ran a scribing device from her chin down to the opening in her shirt and felt another small twitch.

"Sentiment," Takeya finished for her with an audible gulp. Giving the room another once over, more to avoid looking at the DearS turned lawyer. "And it's really not that big a deal. I mean if I can just get…"

Behind the man the grey/white automatic door swished open and another DearS walked in over to Chichi. It was all part of the plan, Ruby's master plan to maximize her data into guarantee Takeya's willingness to swap his defective slaves for fresh ones. Chiu was shorter than Takeya by a head's length, stocky and with close cut hair. Ruby had filled the roster with all manner of potential physical desires. They ranged from the blond bombshell to the more rotund and plain.

Can never be sure of a clients wants, best to offer everything and see what turns up.

For the next hour, a sum of fifteen different DearS intruded on Takeya and Chichi's conversation over his lost possessions. Xenia, a pale long black haired and curved much akin to Miu, had most met his physical requirements mostly due to how costly she looked like the traditional Japanese woman. Two others, twins in fact named Nini and Mimi, whose light purple hair reminded him painfully of Ren with their red eyes and tri-locks. Ruby had instructed them to do such and it paid off.

All the DearS that Takeya had been shown had been promised him as a master if they could get the man to relinquish Ren and Miu. None of them took that offer lightly and did their best to end their suffering.

Once the parade had ended, Chichi stood and walked around to Takeya. "Well Ikuhara-san this ends our business deals for today." Tearing off a check from a pad the Japanese government had so graciously given them, she handed Takeya the payment he was promised. "This is for all the hardship Xaki has given you."

Reaching for the check, Takeya swiped at it only to have Chichi pull it away playfully. Laughing lightly, "You should save that apology for Ren. It was mostly her things that can't be replaced." As well as all the physical damage was directed at her. Again he went for the check, getting out of his chair this time, only to have Chichi pull it back again, behind her head.

Batting her eyelashes at the man seductively, she puffed her lips playfully. Oh this was fun for her, couldn't she be able to replace the defects? This human wasn't bad on the eyes, he was already regaled as a DearS legend due to the way he treated his current slaves, it would be perfect. "I'm I doing the joke correctly?" she asked lightly as the man was closer now to her.

Offering a weak smile, Takeya saw this play before and it wasn't in a comedy. It was in one of his long abandon porn movies. "Actually Chichi-san…this is more of…" He was cut off as the DearS turned true to his fears and stepped in feeling that twitch burning brightly from him.

Success.

Breaking the contact, check in hand, Takeya wiped his mouth and took several steps back. "Um…I have to go…and for…you're information that wasn't a joke." It must have all been a big mistake. Stupid aliens for not knowing the difference between humor and foreplay! But wow…that was unexpected and pleasant. This whole ordeal was odd…with all those DearS intruding and interrupting.

But it was over now and he was going home, where he and the girls would entertain themselves. "Maybe I'll stop at the pachinko parlor on my way back, they're likely still at Neneko's…"

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Author Notes

Well it's the start of the new round of problems. Hope ya like it…later!