"My, my. I sense that things are about to get quite interesting. I must advise the rest of those tracking our prisoners' rehabilitation that explicit sexual content may lay ahead."

"Any pansies who're afraid of a little sex can check the bottom of the page for a full list of sexual tags or warnings. Take your time; it's not like we have jobs to do, or anything."

"Though we welcome you to come in to the experience blind, we shall not force you."

The two tried their best to enjoy the rest of their breakfast together, but the looming presence of their impending mission made maintaining a casual atmosphere… more difficult, to say the least. After finding a secluded place relatively near the subway, Akira punched the magic word into the meta-nav.

"En route to Mementos." Chirped the pleasant female voice as reality melted away into a sea of red and black. After a few blinks, Joker found himself unceremoniously standing in the middle of Mementos' top-most level. The small room was unsettlingly quiet without the rest of the gang around. He could feel the chilly breeze of the labyrinth wafting from the escalator shafts leading down into the dark, railroad catacombs. The unsettling whispers carried by the winds of Mementos seemed denser than usual. Joker felt a hand fall on his shoulder, spooking him within an inch of summoning Arsene. He was so preoccupied with the wind that he'd forgotten he brought along Panther.

His jump made her pull away like a hand from a hot stove. "Oops! Sorry. Probably should've said something before I grabbed you like that."

Joker looked at her, surprised—and a bit disappointed—to see her hair back in its normal pigtail state. Apparently that was part of her phantom suit.

~ ~ ~ AFTERNOON ~ ~ ~

Without Mona with them, the Phantom Duo had to hoof it to Matsuura's den of corruption. Luckily, with only two people—or more importantly, without a large cat vehicle barreling down the tracks—sneaking past the common shadows was relatively easy.

Panther was getting a bit nervous. When should she make her move? Should she even do it at all? The atmosphere of going after someone so personal to Ann made the thought of seduction feel… inappropriate. Before she could make her choice, they had arrived.

"Hm? What do you want? I'm a busy man." The Matsuura shadow said.

"We're the Phantom Thieves. You should have a pretty good idea why we're here." Panther growled.

"Phantom Thieves, huh?" The shadowy figure stroked his chin in mock contemplation. "Can't say it rings any bells…"

Panther's leather gloves creaked under her tightening fists "Oh yeah? How about Chiyako? That ring any bells for ya, you bastard?!"

The name seemed to catch him a bit off guard. "Wait. That dusty old broad? That's what this is about?" He couldn't help but laugh. "Thank God! I thought I might've gotten into some real fucked-up shit while black-out drunk! There must've been a mix-up down at the Phantom Offices, kids. Chiyako loves me!"

"You abuse her!" Panthers snapped.

"You say tomayto, I say tomahto. How I treat my women is my business. And if anyone's suffering, it's me. The woman's bordering on 50. Guys aint looking for used goods past their expiration date. They're looking for hot young babes like yourself, sweetie. I'm doing the old lady a kindness, spending my valuable time being with her!"

"Your valuable time sitting on your ass and getting drunk while she does all the work!? You're a leech! Feeding off the money she earns!"

"What, women aren't allowed to be the breadwinner of the family? It's [Current Year] for Christ sake! I thought the youth were supposed to be more progressive. Besides, it's my well-earned compensation for all the lost time I've sunk on her. I've only got a finite amount of it on this planet. Is it so unreasonable to expect a reward for my sacrifice?"

"You're a despicable sorry excuse for a man!" She said, readying her whip. "The Phantom Thieves will take your heart, and make you confess your sins with your own mouth!"

"So the kitten's here to scrape me. That's a shame." Tutted Matsuura's shadow. "I was under the impression you were here for a lap-dance. That tight ass is just begging to be groped."

"Nngh, gross!" she yelled, a wave of heebie-jeebies traveling up her spine.

Matsuura's shadow laughed maniacally "Hey, I'm not the one who put you in fetish gear!" He continued to laugh as his human form bent backwards, his body melting and molding into its true form: an Ippon-Datara. The one-legged blacksmith towered over them, a single, glowing eye peeking out through the brass plating that wrapped his head. Before the fight could begin, two more shadows burst from the black puddles forming on the floor, causing the Phantom Duo to jump back. These two new shadows stood between the Thieves and Shadow Matsuura.

"Of course." Panther spat, contempt dripping from each syllable. "Just like the real Matsuura: talking a big game, just to have other people do his work for him."

"It's called utilizing my resources, sweetcheeks." Matsuura's shadow said, his voice now metallic and severely distorted. "It's not too late to ditch Phantom of the Opera over there, and take this back to my place. It's been too long since I've plowed an eager young slut."

Panther leaped into action, a raging inferno burning behind her eyes. "HAAAA!" She belted as her whip snapped clean across the left-most shadow's jaw, sending it tumbling across the cold concrete before dissolving into black mist. The red-clad blonde slung the whip over her shoulder, giving the two remaining shadows a backward glance. "Alright boys, who's next?" She said, the tiniest smirk stretched across her lips. Matsuura's shadow backed away slightly, while the shadow on his right seemed unfazed by her display of strength. It dove at her; its sharp, bird-like talons primed for striking. "Oops! Not quite!" The girl taunted, gracefully cartwheeling out of the winged beast's way.

Joker couldn't take his eyes off her. Not only were her moves incredible, but all this dodging and weaving made her… feminine assets bounce and jiggle within their skin-tight latex confinements. Damn cognitive world; Ann was already hot enough in reality. But no! Her rebellious spirit just had to put her in a sexy, kitty-themed, skin-tight body suit with thigh-high stripper boots and a god damn cleavage window! With the way she's moving, maybe a zipper will come loose and he could get a peek-

"JOKER!" Panther cried, just as her second opponent's remains dissolved into the air. Before he could look to where she was pointing, Joker was decked in the face by a massive steel hammer, launching him flat onto his back. The white-hot pain filling his facial tissue was quick to subside to tolerable levels—one of the perks of fighting in the metaverse being the different way pain worked—but the shock of the impact had still left the boy periodically blinded.

He propped up his torso, leaning back on his elbows, as the stars clouding his senses began to fade. He saw Matsuura's towering shadow approach his disoriented, laid-out form. It took a certain voice to fully drag him back to reality.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" Panther belted. Hundreds of sparks began to pop from around the ground Matsuura stood before he disappeared from Joker's sight behind a wall of fire. Joker reflexively scooted away from the flames nearly licking his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Panther joined by Carmen's ghostly essence; a sexy, laissez-faire smirk to the spirit's lips, she barely looked as if she were giving any effort as Matsuura's shadow was engulfed in a spiraling pillar of raging inferno.

Carmen blew Joker a kiss before fading back into Panther's body; as the Persona faded, so too did the pillar of flames. Panther fell to her knees in recoil of the sheer effort put into the attack. Matsuura's shadow was still standing as the flames sputtered out. His breath was heavy, clearly too damaged to make any quick movements; the metal parts of his body were misshapen and glowing red-hot. Joker couldn't get up, the landing completely threw-out his back. Joker aimed his model pistol and fired. The bullet traveled straight through the shadow's forehead, the soft, melting metal easily giving way to the projectile rocketing out the back of his heated copper skull. With a cry of pain, the one-legged blacksmith crumbled into a black goop that swiftly returned Matsuura's shadow back to his human form.

Panther had seemingly found some sort of second wind, because she was on her feet. "Akir-Joker! Oh my god! Are you alright?" She cried, sprinting over to be at his side.

Joker slowly sat himself up, clutching his back. "Nothing that a little Diarama can't patch-up." He said, forcing a smile to try and ease her worry.

"I'm… I'm a weakling. A weakling and a coward!" Matsuura's shadow began to speak as Carmen healed the Phantom Duo up.

Panther stared daggers into the pitiful man slumped over on the floor. A torrent of curses and scorn flooded into her mind, insults overlapping one another to a state of incomprehensibility; a tempest of unbridled, concentrated hatred… but in the end, all her mouth could muster was the word: "Why?"

"I wanted to be a tough guy, okay!?" He snapped, tears welling up in his eyes. "Everyone else in my life has stepped on me! I just wanted to be the one who does the stepping for once! I don't like being the way I am to Chiyako, I don't! But if I ever let up on it, it'd just show her my weakness!"

Panther ground her teeth. This Matsuura was even more aggravating! The bastard didn't deserve pity, not even self-pity! "You leeched off her! You sit here crying about wanting to act like a big man! You know what big men have? Jobs! Get a job, you bum!"

"I had a job! I was another pencil pusher; an office jockey. But when I met Chiyako and found out she was making decent money, I quit! I quit because I was tired of being pushed around! You don't understand! You're still young! You have no idea how soul-crushing the monotonous, corporate nine-to-five business world is!"

"Do you love her?" Joker said stoically, towering over the man's crumpled form. Matsuura's shadow looked up at him, feeling no sympathy coming from behind the shadowy teenager's mask. "Do you love her?" He repeated.

"…O-Of course I love her…"

Akira offered the shadow a hand, helping him back to his feet. "Then prove it to her. You want to know what true strength is? It's the will to keep trying. Even if you've failed before, and you're afraid to fail again, you can't give into that fear. If you truly love her, it's time to start treating her right."

"I… I will… Thank you…"

As they began their long trek back to the entrance, Joker's parting words to Matsuura played over and over in Panther's head.

'Even if you've failed before, and you're afraid to fail again, you can't give into that fear.'

'you can't give into that fear.'

'you can't give into that fear.'

He was right, of course. Fear was the only thing holding her back. It was time to take the leap. "So… Matsuura really took you by surprise, huh?"

Joker scratched his face. "Uh… yeah." He said, a twinge of shame in his tone.

"Weird. You're usually never that off your guard. What had you so distracted?"

"O-Oh, um, uh, well, i-it's-uh, you see…" Joker stammered out, wracking his brain for a believable cover story.

Panther laughed, slowing her pace to a stop and turning to face him. She leaned forward, hands on hips, with a big, toothy grin on her face. "Because I think I have a pretty good idea."

Joker stood motionless—back stiff as a board—as he focused all his willpower on keeping his eyes off her bare cleavage. "What ever could you mean?"

Panther's smile only grew. It was almost intoxicating how easily her leader—the stoic and stylish Phantom Thief of Hearts—could be put under the thumb of her feminine charm; so hopelessly inexperienced with girls that a single hint of a flirt made the boy melt into a stammering puddle. "Fine. Act all high and mighty. But let me let you in on a little industry secret…" Panther looked to her left and to her right, before leaning in towards him. "Girls can totally tell when guys are checking them out." She loudly whispered. "We just pretend not to notice."

Joker could feel his face heat up. "S-Slander! I-I am insulted at this… this baseless accusation!" the pure panic of the situation had shattered his concentration and his eyes flicked down to her cleavage before Joker could course-correct his gaze back to her face. His heartrate nearly doubled as he saw the knowing smirk grow on her face. She totally noticed!

"Uh oh, your cover's blown." She taunted in a juvenile, singsong tone. "For what it's worth, you were the best at hiding it, sneaking in little peeks when you thought I wasn't looking. Certainly more subtle than Ryuji."

"Has Ryuji ever been subtle?" Joker quipped—almost instinctively—before he could even recall what it was she was referring to.

Panther chuckled. "I never said it was a high bar to clear."

A bead of sweat rolled down Joker's back. This was inconceivably embarrassing, but she didn't seem mad at him either. She hadn't stopped smiling. This was probably some sort of bonding milestone. This kind of teasing must be normal for close friends of the opposite sex, especially from a gorgeous model who probably gets gawked at daily. She'd just never felt comfortable voicing it in front of the whole gang. Joker felt content with his foolproof rationalization of events and was able to regain a bit of his shattered composure. A bit.

"But, I mean, even Yusuke takes longer looks than you. Yusuke! The gentleman!"

Joker felt his cool waver as the kitty-clad girl crossed into his personal space. Social instinct told him to step back, but fear and subconscious desire kept him rooted in place. "I mean, he's an artist." Joker said, craning his neck back in a weak attempt at maintaining a comfortable distance. "He's probably just… studying your figure."

"Oh really? Then he must have my ass committed to memory by now, because that's all he ever looks at. But you, Joker…" Panther's smile turned hungry, closing what little distance remained between the two. "You're a tits guy." She purred. Joker could feel the woman's hot breath against his neck as her hands fell onto his shoulders, her breasts just barely brushing against his chest. "I'm a little hurt you don't look at me more often." She playfully pouted.

Her touch was torture! Covered head to toe in layers of thick fabric, Joker could only imagine how soft her skin was; the warmth of her touch against his body. Joker's cool crumbled to unsalvageable dust, finally taking a step back. He may have been a supervirgin, but he wasn't an idiot. He could tell this had gone beyond playful teasing; beyond just poking fun at him for a giggle. "A-Ann… You can't be serious."

"Who's Ann?" Panther said, tilting her head in playful confusion before taking a step back into the boy's personal bubble. "I'm Panther: the strong warrior and master seductress!"

"Yes yes. You've proven your point! I am well and truly seduced! Good joOORB!" Joker's voice spiked up an octave as Panther cupped his crotch, rubbing her nimble hand up and down as she gave the considerable erection a good feel through his trousers.

"You weren't kidding!" She said with a giggle. "But I think I can do better. You wanna know another secret?" Her voice had fallen to a sultry purr. "My phantom suit doesn't come with underwear. That's right. Every mission; every battle, I've been going full commando. And…" She added, playing with one of the metal tabs dangling from her chest. "These zippers aren't just for show, either." Panther's smile widened as she felt his member twitching from the mental image she implanted.

The blushing boy stood frozen as Panther continued to rub the bulge through his pants. His eyes darted around the dark subway tunnel as his mind raced in a desperate attempt to explain the situation.

Panther rolled her eyes. "Joker! I'm literally asking for it! Here." She grabbed his hand, peeling off his glove before placing it on her tit. "I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. You. Jo. Ker." She said, stressing each syllable. "I want it so bad!" She felt a jolt of excitement as she felt him give her breast a subtle squeeze. She'd never had a hand that wasn't her own fondle her before, it was thrilling!

Joker quickly shook off his other glove and placed it on the unoccupied breast. The skin-tight latex was warm to the touch. Metaverse magic? Panther's natural body heat? It didn't matter; all Joker could comprehend was how amazing it felt. He avoided going anywhere near the bare skin of her cleavage window, in the off-chance that skin-to-skin groping was going too far too fast.

Panther could feel her heart race, pounding against her ribcage. Her head was swimming in an intoxicating cocktail of embarrassment and excitement as Joker's stare was locked to her chest, a laser-focused gaze worthy of bomb defusal. A few minutes passed. It became clear that he wasn't making a move any time soon. She was a little annoyed that explicit, vocal consent wasn't enough for Joker to Take Over the situation. Panther slipped her free hand under her left boob, making Joker retract his hands like a startled deer. "It's getting awfully stuffy in this suit." She said, slowly running her finger up the teeth of her tit zipper. She grabbed the metal tab before pulling it back down at the same torturously slow speed.

Joker stared intently as the skin hugging fabric fell away, centimeter by centimeter, until the zipper reached her midriff.

Panther felt her nipple tingle; quickly stiffening as the cool draft of the subway shafts tickled her breast. She felt her face grow hotter as her leader stared hungrily at the newly exposed flesh. She must have hit a nerve, because—with all the swiftness of a phantom thief—Joker swooped down to take her tit into his mouth, forcing her hand to withdraw from his junk. His hands landed just below her armpits, holding her in a firm grip as he sucked at her breast. Panther flinched, stifling a moan at the brand new sensations. His mouth was so warm, she never felt anything like it. The way his soft lips danced across her forbidden mound; the way he sucked so hard on her teat, stimulating every nerve in her sensitive nipple, it made her weak in the legs! "Ooh! Hoh my god!" Panther moaned as Joker's tongue flicked her nipple. Panther's hands snapped onto Jokers head, feeling his hair between her fingers as she pulled him harder into her breast.

Joker felt around her right boob, following the metal seam to the zipper's top. He swiftly pulled the tab down, setting her other tit free. He caressed his hand around her soft flesh, appreciating the size and firmness of her assets, before closing in on the bullseye. He took the nipple into his grasp, pinching and rolling the hardening nub in his fingers. Joker's tongue mercilessly attacked her other nub, making the blonde moan openly.

"Okay… Okay. Uncle. Time out." Panther breathed, tapping at the boy's head.

Joker pulled himself away, a thin string of saliva connecting his tongue with her breast. "Did I… do something wrong?" He said through heavy breaths.

"Nope." She said, dropping to her knees. "It's just your turn." Panther peeled off her own gloves. She made quick work of his pant fasteners, spreading his fly wide open to be met with a pair of comfortable looking, blood-red briefs. She caressed the crotch, it was soft to the touch. "Why do you guys get underwear?" She said with a laugh. Panther hooked a finger under the elastic waistband and pulled it down to rest under his balls. Joker's cock stood rigid. A head slick and glistening with layers of excitement pointed to her nose, peeking half-way out from the dark foreskin. "Oh my god. You're soooo big!" She said with a smile, wrapping her hand around his shaft. She was no expert on dicks, but Joker was a little bigger than she pictured, but not by much. Telling a sexual partner they have a big cock is just good manners; it's the male equivalent of 'does this dress make me look fat?'

Joker flinched as she took the head into her grasp, sliding what foreskin remained back into the shaft. His lower muscles clenched as her fingers glided across his crown, rolling her hand around his slippery dome like she was polishing a golf ball.

Panther began to jack him off, but was met with some resistance. His pre wasn't quite enough to lube his entire dick. Reluctantly, she spit into her palm and lathered it around his cock. Wet schlicking sounds bounced around the tunnel walls as Panther jerked him off in a tight, frictionless grip. "You're sooo waarm." She gushed, watching his head continuously pop out before slipping back into her fist.

Panther worked the shaft as she grew bolder, showering his sensitive head in kisses. She placed a long kiss at the very tip, quickly turning it into something else entirely as she leaned herself forward. Joker groaned as his meat slid past her lips and into the hot embrace of her mouth. She stopped her advance as his glands popped past her lips. She cradled his crown with her tongue, running the bumpy muscle along the bottom of his cock as she sucked; subtly bobbing her head for that extra bit of stimulation.

Joker was overwhelmed with sensation, not even enough presence of mind to announce his approaching climax. He mentally apologized to Ann as his damn broke, shooting ropes of cum onto the blond girl's tongue. Panther's eyes shot open as she pulled away, getting some ropes across her mask and tits for the trouble. The boy's legs failed him, falling hard onto his back, as he shot the final ropes onto the cold subway floor.

Panther spit whatever cum she could out onto the ground, but the subtle taste of salty semen still lingered on her tongue. Whatever she missed, she was forced to swallow.

Joker's post-nut euphoria was short-lived; it didn't take long for his thoughts to clear up and the weight of his actions to hit him like a bullet train. He crawled over to the kneeling blonde. "Ann! I'm so sorry! D-Do you need something to drink?" Joker opened his tailcoat and peered inside. "I've got, uuh, Dr. Salt, muscle tea, coffee, Oh! Got some water too!"

Panther lifted her head, a guilty smile on her lips. "Don't be silly. It's my bad, really. What did I think was going to happen? It's just something I've always wanted to try, y'know? And it's a lot more fun than it sounds. You should try it sometime!"

"I'll take your word for it."

Panther laughed. "No, but I do actually want that water." Panther's eyes caught Joker's drooping phallus as he dipped his arm into his tailcoat's inner pocket. "Hey! You're getting soft? I'm not done with you yet!"

Joker handed her her water. "Yeah. I can only shoot my shot once a day." Joker got to his feet, feeling his legs shakily supporting his weight as he stretched. "Welp. Mission complete. Time to go home." Joker took a few steps away. He peeked behind him, waiting for some kind of reaction, but she didn't move. He walked back over to her. "Panther, I'm kidding. I just have to recharge; reload the chamber. It'll take 20 minutes."

She looked up at him. "Are you serious?" Panther said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. She felt the sides of her mouth begin to curl. That satisfied 'gotcha' smirk on his face was too cute to stay mad at. "You're so mean!" she said with a laugh. "I actually believed you!"

Joker helped the blonde back to her feet, wiping away the lingering cum from her mask and breasts with a red silk handkerchief. "Consider it payback for the anxiety attack you nearly gave me, today."

Panther smiled. "That's fair."

A distant groaning noise echoed down the subway tunnels. "We should probably continue this somewhere else." Joker said, stuffing his meat back into his pants. "There's a saferoom just up a level." Joker grabbed Panther by the hand and started to move. The blonde stumbled from behind as he pulled her along.

"H-Hey! At least let me zip myself up, first!"

Panther fidgeted in the cold, plastic seating of the rest area. "Do we have to do it here?" She whined, staring out across the subway tracks. Mementos' saferooms were unique: a simple subway boarding platform with a glass enclosed waiting booth in its center. Trains came barreling down the tracks every few minutes. Opposite the two active railways sat an identical boarding platform, packed shoulder-to-shoulder with shadowy silhouettes waiting for their train to who-knows-where. "I know they're not real people, but still. I don't like the idea of being watched like this."

"Leave it to me." Joker said, a confident swagger on his tongue as he turned to face the train tracks. "Persona!" Joker summoned one of his many Personas. With a swish of his hand, a thin sheet of ice rose from the ground. The barrier spanned wall-to-wall of their subway platform, completely sealing them off from the active railways. "Better?" He said with a smile, his Persona dissipating back into his body.

Panther smiled back. "Much."

Joker joined her in the waiting booth, taking a seat opposite her. "Soooo…" He droned, drumming his fingers on his knees. "I'm ready to… continue. If you want to."

"I do." She said, almost condescendingly. He was still so timid, she thought he'd be more comfortable by this point. "But, you know what?" Panther said, removing the fasteners in her hair, letting her platinum locks roll down onto her shoulders. "I'm not gonna hold your hand anymore. You're the leader of the Phantom Thieves. You've gotta make the call on how to enter my 'palace' and steal my heart."

Joker rose from his seat. Panther spread her legs, eying his crotch as he approached. She was surprised to see him drop to his knees. Joker grabbed the tab of her center zipper, pulling it from the cleavage all the way down to her taint. He spread open the latex flaps, letting her tits pop out. Joker planted kisses across both of her breasts before making the descent down her body. Kiss after kiss, he made a line down her torso. He felt her tummy rise and fall with her breathing until he dove even deeper, continuing past her pelvis, before finally reaching his target. He couldn't see a clitoris, but he knew, generally, where it was supposed to be. He must have at least gotten close, because he felt her body tense up as he landed his final kiss on the top of her lower lips. Encouraged, Joker spread her lips with his thumbs, revealing her hidden pleasure buzzer. He slipped his tongue past his puckered lips and tickled her nub with the tip of it. Feeling her body react to his efforts was extremely fulfilling. Ann was right; this was pretty fun!

With a parting kiss to her clit, Joker went even lower. His thumbs traveled with him, pulling open her folds to locate her opening. Joker slithered his tongue inside her pussy, making the blonde finally break as she openly cried out in pleasure. She was tight, squeezing his mouth muscle from all sides as he blindly wriggled his tongue around her vaginal cavity. He had no idea what he was doing…

She didn't taste great… She had an undeniable hint of sweetness to her, but it had to compete with a muted, almost coppery taste. But she probably tasted better than his johnson and she put that in her mouth, so this was the least he could do! Joker peeked upwards to see Panther thoroughly enjoying herself. She had her eyes shut tight, a C-cup in each hand, tweaking her nipples between two fingers while the rest of the hand kneaded and fondled the fat of the breast. Joker could feel his dick twitch in his pants. How long had he been hard for? He didn't even feel it happen.

Joker withdrew from her pussy, wiping the vaginal fluid from his lips. He took a swig from Panther's water, swishing it around his mouth before swallowing. "How was that?" He said through heavy breaths.

"I never felt anything like it." Panther sighed dreamily, also quite winded.

Joker unfastened his pants, this time dropping them to the ground entirely—underpants as well. She bared it all to him; he would do the same. That, and having the elastic waistband of his underwear sit under his balls tended to hurt after a while.

Panther blushed hard at seeing her leader completely naked from the waist down.

"Wait, shit! Condoms!" Joker said, digging around his pockets knowing full well he didn't carry any.

"It's okay." Panther said, spreading her thighs even wider. "You can just pull out."

Joker stared at her glistening pussy, thinking about how tight she squeezed his tongue. "… I guess…" He said, carnal anticipation clouding his better judgement. Joker approached, dick in hand. "So, just… stick it in? Isn't the first time supposed to be, you know, painful?"

"Oh, you mean my hymen? First of all: bold of you to just assume I'm a virgin. I am, but it's more polite to ask about these things. As for the hymen: I broke that thing with a cucumber, like, waaaay long ago."

Joker just looked at her, his face painted in shock and confusion.

"What, surprised to hear that I masturbate? Libido isn't just a guy thing, you know. Girls can be huge pervs too. I started to stick stuff up there when I was, like, 15."

"Did you just inadvertently call me a perv?"

Panther laughed, looking down at the boy's raging hard-on "Aren't all guys pervs?"

"I mean, I like to think a little more highly of myself" He pouted, stuffing his hands into his tailcoat pockets. "What happened to not making assumptions?"

"Can we just bone, already?!"

Joker tried to line himself up with her seated position. Standing was too high, kneeling was too low; he could line himself up in a sort of quarter-squat. But there was no way he could fuck like that… "I don't think this is gonna work, Panther. Would you mind if we did it doggy-style?" Joker asked timidly.

Panther gave him a scolding glare.

"Right! We're doing it doggy-style!" Joker tried again, his confident, leaderly theatrics on full display.

Panther smiled, giving him an encouraging thumbs up. She stood up, spun around, and kneeled onto the ground; using her still-warm seat as a place to rest her forearms, her hands making a nice, soft place to rest her chin while getting railed.

Joker got to his knees, rubbing the top of his meat along her folds as he unzipped her center zipper even further—from her taint to her tailbone. Joker took a deep breath; moment of truth. Goodbye virginity. Joker grabbed his shaft and pressed his head against her hot pussy. He resisted the urge to ask Ann if she was ready, instead opting for a more confident: "Alright, here we go."

The boy groaned hard as his head slipped inside. Her sodden flesh tunnel hugged him tight. Her walls shifted around him, rubbing in all the right places; he could see her pelvic muscles flex violently through the red latex suit. He could feel her pussy try to pull him deeper. "Is this… normal?" He said, scratching his face. "Didn't you say you diddled yourself often? Surely you've taken bigger things than me before."

"I dunno… Maybe… This feels so different… I dunno… I don't want to think, right now… Just fuck me already, Joker."

"Ooo, the F word? That's not very like you, Panther." He teased, gripping her hips. He pushed his cock further into her depths, centimeter-by-centimeter. He let out a sigh of relief as he bottomed out in her snatch. "Christ, Panther. Think you could you squeeze me a little harder? I'm practically falling out over here." He said, giving an experimental tug. Panther didn't respond. "Alright. Not in the mood for jokes. I'm gonna start moving, now. You ready?"

"Mm-hm."

Joker pulled out slowly, her tight pussy trying its hardest to keep him inside. Thanks to her liberal lubrication, Joker slid along her walls with relative ease. The chilled air of Mementos danced across his coated shaft, only his head remained in her hot embrace. Joker thrust back into the blonde, making them both gasp. His reentry was much smoother than his initial insertion, so the thrust was much harder than either of them anticipated. Joker eventually got his hips into a steady rhythm. He gripped her latex-clad hips for dear life as his world was thoroughly rocked, unconsciously pulling her hips into each of his thrusts.

Panther bit her lip, overwhelmed by the amounts of pure unwavering pleasure that coursed through her body. She thought she was prepared for sex. She fucked herself all the time with an assortment of high-quality dildos. She even had a special heated storage case, so they'd feel more real. But there was nothing she could have done to truly replicate what she was feeling. She wasn't fucking herself, she was being fucked! That lack of control made a huge difference. The way the full weight of his hips slapped against her butt with each pussy-full of hot, wet cock! The very thought of it gave her butterflies! "Joker… Joker! I'm getting close!" She moaned between pants. "Do it inside, Joker. Cum inside me!"

"I thought you said to pull out!" He said, straining to hold back his own bubbling climax.

"I changed my mind! I need it! I need to feel it!"

There was a desperation in her voice, a kind of sex frenzy state that Joker wasn't comfortable taking directions from. He went to pull out for good, just for his hips to thrust back into her. He felt a warm presence envelop the back of his body, like someone turned on a heating lamp behind him. He looked down to see his pelvis being pushed and pulled by a red, ghostly essence. No. It couldn't be! Did she summon her-

"You weren't going to rob my Ann of her first creampie, were you darling?" Carmen purred into his ear, running a surprisingly soft hand down his cheek. "She wants it sooo bad. Show a little compassion."

His real muscles had no chance against a Persona like Carmen. His will was breaking, the desire to cum inside a real life pussy growing stronger and stronger until it overwhelmed him. Joker snapped, thrusting into Panther's pussy in time with Carmen's movements, making the blond girl scream.

"More. More. Harder. Harder!" Carmen breathed into the boy's ear as she forced him to fuck even faster.

"Panther!" He strained. "Cumming!"

"Yes! Yes, please! Fill me up!"

Carmen released his hips the moment his damn broke. Joker rammed himself into the deepest parts of her pussy as he pumped her full of spunk. Her entire body jutted forward as Joker continued to give tiny, forceful thrusts, trying his hardest to get his cum even deeper inside her.

Panther melted at the hot semen filling her womb. She could feel it everywhere, painting her entire vaginal canal in a thin coat of cum. She'd never felt better in her entire life. She was complete.

Joker pulled out, falling backwards as his body failed to support his weight. The Persona cushioned his fall. The silky smooth fabric of her dress was really warm, like clothes straight outta the dryer. Carmen kissed him on the cheek. "Atta-boy." She whispered as she faded away, leaving him on the cold, hard ground.

Joker buried his face in his hands. "Oh god, what have I done? I'm not ready to be a dad!"

"Don't worry." Panther said, crawling back into her seat; cum pooling on the plastic as it continued to leak out her vagina. "It's a safe day for me."

"Safe… day?"

"Yeah, you know. I'm not ovulating. I'm also on the pill."

Joker stared at her blankly. "…What?"

Panther laughed. "You don't know anything about the female body, do you?"

"No! Am I supposed to?! Sperm goes into the vagina and that's how pregnancy happens. I thought that's more or less how it worked!"

Panther sighed. "Boys are such simple creatures."

"Or I'm just dumb." Joker said, feeling a huge weight lift off his chest as he picked himself up off the floor. He took a hard seat down across from her, his legs not yet ready to support his weight for long. Joker's gaze gravitated to her privates, glimmering with each other's body fluids. "So, uh… Did you cum?"

Panther smiled, stifling a snicker. "Yes. Several times. Thanks for asking."

Around half-way to the surface, the Phantom Duo was ambushed by a particularly nasty pack of shadows; doable as a foursome, but with only two people, they were in deep trouble.

"Joker! Stay close to me!" Panther said, pulling him close to her body by the hip. "Let's get to work, Carmen!"

"With pleasure." the sultry voice seemed to fill the room. The ghostly seductress faded into existence beside them. Joker's jaw dropped, this wasn't the Carmen he was used to. Her crimson tango dress was covered in roses; thorny, writhing vines wrapping down her skirt like Christmas tree tinsel. What was once a head of very Ann-like pigtailed hair now freely ran down her back, made entirely of waving, flickering fire! Her flirty gaze was no longer visible through her mask; the eye holes shining a solid, bright yellow, like a pair of headlights. "Kneel!" Carmen's voice boomed. A line of fire was drawn around Panther and Joker. Everything outside the circle began to broil; the ground, itself, bubbling and melting. The shadows screamed as their feet sank into the magma. Carmen smirked as she snapped her fingers. Flames burst from the ground around them, incinerating everything within a five meter radius. The inferno burned from floor to ceiling, growing hotter and hotter; their hue shifting from orange to purple to bright cyan!

Joker stared in awe at the raw power on display. What on Earth was happening? When did Panther get so powerful? It didn't take long for Joker to fit the pieces together; only one thing of note had happened to Ann between now and their last battle. Sex… the ultimate bond former. Was this the key to the girls' rehabilitation?

As Carmen faded away, so too did the fire. There wasn't a trace of shadow remaining. Joker hesitantly took a step forward onto what was once bubbling lava. The floor was cold, solid stone; like nothing had happened. He turned to his partner, giving her a thumbs-up. "Great job, Panther. I knew I could count on you!" Joker said, trying not to look shaken-up by the experience.

Panther smiled proudly.

~ ~ ~ EVENING ~ ~ ~

With their mission completed, it was time to go home. The two stood side-by-side in the Shibuya subway station as they prepared to go their separate ways for the night.

"Hey, Akira?" Ann said timidly.

Akira turned his head to answer her, but was cut off before he could utter anything. His eyes went wide as the blonde leaned in swiftly and planted a peck on his lips.

"Thanks for everything." She said, blushing profusely. "I'll… see you tomorrow." Ann went on her way, disappearing into the subway station crowds.

Akira stood there, frozen, as the realization hit him. He'd lost his virginity before he had his first kiss…

"Japanese circumcision rates" is now something that I can say I've looked up. Akira was going to have foreskin either way, but I had to get the numbers to know if Ann should react to that fact or not. Turns out, they pretty much don't circumcise over there, like at all. This means that most male anime characters canonically have foreskin, and as an unpeeled lad myself, frankly I feel a sense of solidarity.

Tags: Seduction. Breast Sucking. Hand/Blowjob. Cum in Mouth. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Sex (Doggy). Vaginal Creampie.