Cities are fucking wild to me.
I stopped at a corner, looking up and towards the many skyscrapers off in the distance. Those things were massive, and a mental image doesn't do them justice in the slightest. You don't really stop and think about the name until you're right up next to one and realize that they really do look like they're scraping the sky.
People walked past me, not a single one stopping to take in the wonders that were right in front of them. They were used to it. Seeing such amazing sights every day must take the luster from it. Instead, they were all off in their own little worlds. Some bobbed their head to music, a melody unheard by everyone but them. Others were just minding their own business, ignoring the world in favor of getting to where they needed to be.
Right, I have somewhere to be as well. Can't be late.
I continued to walk down the busy street, apologizing to anyone I accidentally bumped into as I made my way to the address Juliet gave me. Truth be told, I wasn't too sure what this club would even be like. If Juliet knows about it, and is willing to go there herself, then it must be at least kind of classy. On the other hand, "The Bleeding Heart Club" sounds almost like a strip club.
Either way, I made sure not to be too overdressed. Brown boots, blue jeans, and a nice red flannel should cover any situation I find myself in. I had a blue shirt under the flannel, since I didn't really feel like buttoning it up all the way. Not too fancy, and it gave off a very casual vibe while still looking decently stylish.
Though that doesn't matter if I can't find the damn place.
Pulling the note out of my pocket, I stared at the address she gave me. Looking back up, I frowned as I realized that I was on the wrong street. I could've sworn that it was supposed to be here. Damn it, I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere. But what to do now?
"Heya there sugar, you lost?"
Hm? Turning around, I had to look down to see a rather short woman in extremely provocative clothing staring up at me. She had a cigarette in her hand, and I could smell the smoke and… other scents all on her. Kinda gross to be honest. "A little bit. Say, do you mind pointing out where the Bleeding Heart Club is? I'm supposed to be meeting a friend there and I'm going to be running late soon."
She hummed loudly, taking another puff of her cancer stick as she gave me a slow wink. Ew. "I'm sure I could, but wouldn't you rather hang with me? I'm sure I can teach you all kinds of things, country boy."
Was-Was she propositioning me? I stared at her heavy makeup, caked onto her face like a particularly nasty cumshot. "No thanks Miss Hooker Lady. You kind of gross me out."
A nasty snarl formed on her lips, before she shrugged and looked away from me. Her grip on her cigarette was tight as she spoke. "Fine then. I can tell ya where to go, but you'll have to follow me. I'm bad with directions."
The back of my head tingled something fierce. There weren't any straight up lies in that statement, but I didn't need my powers to tell that she wasn't being very forthcoming with information. Ah, screw it. It's not like I can be hurt anyway. If the worst comes to pass, I'll just interrogate whoever is also involved in this whole scam and continue on with my day. "Sure thing. After you, Miss Hooker Lady."
There was a flash of annoyance in her eyes, though it was soon overtaken by a smug smirk. "Good choice."
I followed her into an alleyway, making sure to memorize where I came from as we took a few twists and turns. I could feel eyes on me, hostile intent strong as what looked to be the occasional homeless guy or two began to stare. Subtlety must not be a virtue these guys have. Though I suppose anyone stupid enough to actually fall for this wouldn't notice.
It wasn't much longer before we emerged into what looked to be a courtyard, old and ill-maintained park equipment sitting in the middle. On that equipment was a bunch of what was probably gangbangers just sitting on the equipment. I wonder if any of them were having fun on the swings?
One of them stepped forward, a bald head and tattooed skin marking him as the obvious leader of the group. I mean, who else could be that tattooed and bald without being a gang leader? Is that stereotyping?
Shaking the notion that I may be profiling someone based on how they look to the side, I idly scratched my chin as the dude began to speak to me. "So, country boy, how do you wanna do this? The easy way, or the hard way?"
Oh, well at least he was giving me options. Much nicer than simply trying to mug me with force. "I dunno, which is the more fun option?"
To the bald man's credit, he didn't even frown at the obvious disrespect. He just looked to the prostitute who had led me here and whistled. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran over to his side and pushed her frankly unhygienic body onto him. He took the opportunity to grab her ass, looking smug as she moaned after a split-second delay. "You're lucky that I'm in a good mood, otherwise I'd have you beaten by my boys here. So, empty your pockets and get the fuck out of here, boy."
Oh ho! Sounds like a challenge. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I leaned forward and gave him my own two cents about the situation. "I don't give money to people who pimp out their girl. Kind of a cuck move, you kn- "
The man shoved the prostitute to the side, stomping towards me as he got all up in my face. He snarled, rancid breath permeating the air as I held back a gag. "I'm going to beat you till you're just a red smear on the fucking wall."
His men began to circle around us, pulling out random bits of pipe and a few bats out of nowhere. A few even had tiny knives, which was frankly just adorable. "Well, if you're insistent on trying, who am I to deny you an attempt?"
He huffed, anger in his eyes as he stepped back some. Raising a hand to his entourage, he threw it forward with an angry smirk. "Get em boys."
Well, this will be fun.
Calmly and slowly, I took my hands out of my pockets and stared down the thugs in front of me. Despite being armed and outnumbering me by quite a bit, they didn't move. Instead, they just circled around me for some odd reason. Were they waiting to see who went first? Like when you're waiting to see who grabs the first slice of pizza before going in?
"ACK!"
What? I turned backwards to figure out what had happened behind me, only to see one of the goons was slouching against the wall, almost as if he had been thrown back or something. What in the hell was going on?
"Oh shit, it's the Crimson Ranger?"
That doesn't explain anything!
I turned my gaze upwards, scanning the rooftops around me until I saw what must've been an overeager cosplayer staring down at us. She, because of course it was, had a mask that covered the entirety of her head, with the exception of an opening for her fiery red hair to escape into a ponytail. The mask was completely blank, just a crimson red coloring that matched the rest of her surreal outfit. Said outfit consisted of crimson body armor on top of black spandex, which was capped off with a long billowing crimson cape.
It was like a cross between a Power Ranger and Batman.
Looking back towards the bald guy, I jabbed a thumb at the cosplayer. "Were you expecting her?"
The man didn't get a chance to respond, as the cosplayer dropped down from the roof she was on and began to wreak havoc. Landing on top of one of the thugs, she tightened her thighs around his head and twisted her torso, throwing the guy forward as she landed on her hands. Pushing off the ground with her hands, she landed in the center of the group, right next to me. Not bothering to look at me, she spoke with a weirdly modulated voice. "Get out of here."
Hmph, I'm almost offended at the idea. She was straight up a masked crusader, no way I was gonna leave. "And miss this wonderful little show? Not a chance."
There was no way to tell how she felt about that, but I could guess that she was probably rather frustrated by me. Not that she was able to voice said frustration, as one of the goons charged forward with a bat. Catching the bat with her hand, she twisted it around and kicked the dude in the stomach, sending him back. With that done, she leapt into the fray, taking up all of their attention.
"Don't you dare move!"
Scratch that, most of their attention.
Slowly turning around, I stared the lead gangbanger in the eye. He looked panicked, brow sweating as he held a small handgun that was pointed at my chest. The prostitute was long gone, probably leaving as soon as the first goon went down. Guess it's just the two of us now. "Are we really going to play this game right now?"
He openly snarled at me, pushing the gun forward as he slowly walked towards me. "Don't move, or I will fucking shoot you!"
Well, this is just getting tedious now. I glanced at the gun, raising an eyebrow at the tiny little thing. It would have been humorous if something infinitely more interesting hadn't just dropped in. "And I believe you. It's just, I don't want to ruin my shirt. So, I'm afraid that you'll have to restrain yourself."
He went to take another step forward, though this time I wasn't taking any chances. Reaching forward, I snagged the gun from his hand before he could realize what had actually just happened. Holding the little thing gingerly, I gave it a little squeeze. The gun snapped under the pressure almost instantly, and I was left with half of a very nasty looking paperweight.
Looking back to the bald man, I blinked as I saw him nursing his hand. The fingers were all crooked and red, the flesh starting to swell as I realized that I must've broken his hand when I yoinked his peashooter. Whoops.
"Wh-What?"
His eyes were wide, still staring down at the broken hand with an amusing mixture of shock, confusion, and pain. Whoops, again. "Was it a bit too much to handle?"
"Wh-Why?"
Hm, either he was saying that to my pun or he was still in shock. Regardless, he was useless for the time being. Best to finish this quickly.
Taking a step forward, I placed my hand on his chest and gave him a gentle shove. His body flew back, hitting the wall with a decent thud, and slumping down as he lost consciousness. Problem solved, now back to the action.
Unfortunately, it seems that the cosplayer lady was just wrapping things up. A simple boot to the chest sent the last gangbanger flying towards the wall, next to all of his other buddies as they all sat in a beaten daze.
Clapping my hands together, I made my way over to the cosplayer. "That was awesome, especially for a cosplayer. So, like, is this something you do every night or- "
The cosplayer just turned her masked face towards me, sending what was probably a disapproving glare in my direction. Lifting an arm up, she shot some kind of grappling line towards the sky, zipping away onto the rooftops and leaving me alone with a bunch of half-conscious idiots.
How rude.
Bending down towards one of the defeated thugs, I grabbed him by the hair and stared the man directly in the eyes. "So, how do I get to The Bleeding Heart Club from here?"
…
You know, I didn't really know what to expect when I actually got here. A gentlemen's club was not even close to being on the list.
The front of the building had a large neon sign with the club's name emblazoned on it, a bleeding heart surrounding the whole thing. There was a frankly massive line, a red carpet down the center of it as well-dressed men and the occasional woman lined up to get accepted in. The front doors were held shut, and even I could barely hear a thing coming from the inside.
I may be slightly underdressed.
Looking back down at the address, I frowned as I gave it another once over. There weren't any instructions on what to do here. Do I just walk up to one of the bouncers? Sounds like a plan, I guess.
Ignoring the stares I got from the people waiting on line, I walked up to one of the immaculately dressed bouncers managing said line and gently tapped him on the shoulder. His entire body turned almost immediately, a deep scowl on his face as he looked at my casual flannel and jeans. "We don't accept people like you into here. Get lost."
Di-Did he just call me poor? That may technically be accurate, but it was still rude. Pushing that aside, I presented the note I had been given to the bouncer in some vain hope that it'll help convince him of what I was saying. "Well, I'm here meeting a friend today. A Miss Juliet Capulet?"
He raised an eyebrow, looking down at the note before lifting a hand to what looked to be some kind of fancy earpiece. "Name."
Oh, right. "Darius Adiel."
Giving me a curt nod, he began to talk into the earpiece. "We have some riffraff claiming to be a friend of Capulet-Sama. Calls himself Darius Adiel. Can you confirm with her?"
From the other end of the earpiece, I could hear another voice give the affirmative. Giving me an annoyed grunt, he took a step back and opened the door for me. "My apologies… sir. Have a good evening within our decadent halls."
Giving the man a quick nod, I walked inside the club. The inside of it was just as he described, decadent and overly luxurious. You could practically smell the money within the place, which was vaguely reminiscent of a finely aged wine and cigar smoke. There were tables all around the room, finely dressed men sitting around them as women danced on the tables. To the left of the room was a long bar, several bartenders working the counter. Despite the very sexual nature of the place, there was a sort of calm on all of the patrons. They watched the show with barely even a smile on their faces, most too busy talking amongst each other over the soft jazz being played by the band in front of the room right beneath a balcony.
From there, I was suddenly hit with the realization that I had no idea what to do in this situation. Scanning the room the best I could in search of Juliet, I ended up accidentally making eye contact with one of the servers on the wall. Her silver eyes locked onto mine, short blonde hair left in a bob cut. She made a beeline towards me, a silver tray held close to her chest as she bowed. "Hello there, good sir, may I be of some assistance to you tonight?"
Well now, isn't she a cute one. Focus Darius, I've got a mission to focus on. "You may. I'm looking for a Juliet Capulet. Do you know where she may be?"
Her eyes widened slightly, before she bowed her head once more. "Of course, good sir. Please, follow me to Capulet-Sama's office."
Her office?
Pushing that tidbit to the side for now, I quickly followed behind the servant girl, all the while keeping her swaying hips in the corner of my eyes. She led me to one of the staircases on either side of the band, and I couldn't help but bite the inside of my cheek as she walked up them in front of me. She may be short, but damn is she decently curvy.
Fuck, I think I might have a thing for shortstacks.
As we reached the top of the staircase, I looked up just in time to see her glance at me from the side of her eye. She looked away almost immediately, but there was no denying the sudden pink on her cheeks. Nice.
Once at the top of the stairs, she led me down a short hallway. There were several rooms on both sides, probably not much bigger than a large bathroom, that eventually all led to an elevator at the end of the hallway. It dinged almost instantly, doors opening as the servant girl led us both inside and pressed a button.
As the elevator began to close, I looked down towards her eyes, locking onto them. Her body, previously held with a proper stiffness and grace, loosened up almost immediately. Her shoulders relaxed, arms losing their tightness. We were alone, and I couldn't help myself. "Be truthful with me, dear. What is that you really want at this exact moment, hm?"
She took a deep breath in, eyes clouded as she spoke a single word. "You."
I couldn't help the grin that stretched across my face. "Then go for it."
And just like that she was on me, tray clattering to the ground as she pressed her body against mine. I bent down, taking her lips with my own as I lifted her by her ass and pushed her against the wall. Her breasts against my chest were soft and full, and her ass in my hands pushed back with a firm perkiness. Her lips, pink and warm, pushed against mine with a lust fueled fervor. Dainty hands grasped at my clothes, tightening as she bundled them up in her fists.
I responded in kind, squeezing her firm ass with my left hand as my right began to trail up her body. Although I could only feel her body through her clothes, it was still enough to get a good understanding of how well she took care of herself. Her stomach had little give, pushing back against the gentle firmness of my hand. Trailing further up, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, giving it a very light squeeze. It was average in size, a little less than a handful, but it fit her petite frame perfectly.
"MMPH!"
Smirking into the kiss, I pushed my chest even closer to her body, leaving only a few thin layers of clothing between us. Her waist twisted and turned, grinding her crotch against my abdomen with a deep seeded need.
And that was when the elevator dinged.
We both froze, lips pulling away from each other as we stared at the now open elevator. Juliet sat at a desk a good ten or fifteen feet away from us, a passive stare being the only expression on her face.
The light squirming of the servant girl pulled me back into the situation, and I couldn't help but wince slightly. This definitely looked bad, but I could fix it.
Letting go of the servant girl, I gently helped her settle down on her feet. Face red and hands shaking, she bowed towards Juliet and, in a wobbly voice, introduced me. "C-Capulet-Sama, your guest has arrived."
Juliet raised a single eyebrow, the rest of her face almost like stone as she gave the girl a curt nod. "I can see that. You are dismissed."
The girl nodded her head, slinking back into the elevator as I walked out of it. Before I could try and lessen the awkward mood, Juliet spoke up one more time. "Oh, and Fairings-San? Do try to keep your hands to yourself while on the job. I'd hate for someone other than me to see such a sight."
Bobbing her head swiftly, she held her hands in one another tightly as she thanked Juliet, a mixture of relief and embarrassment coloring her voice. "O-Of course, Capulet-Sama."
The elevator doors shut, leaving me alone with Juliet in the surprisingly barren office. "So uh, before you say anything about that, I just want to say that- "
Her right hand was raised, stopping me mid-sentence as she pinched the bridge of her nose with her other hand. "It does not matter. Knowing how Lustcraft-Sensei is, I should have realized that you would be tempted by the dancers downstairs. If it helps, that is partially why I called you here."
Uh, what? Walking a bit closer, I grabbed the chair in front of her desk and sat down. "You mean you called me here so that I could seduce your staff? That's kind of… odd."
Her jaw clenched, teeth biting her lower lip as her eyes began to grow cloudy. This time however, she snapped herself out of it before it was too late. "Not that, but your… unique effect on people. Driving out their desires and weakening their inhibitions. I wanted to see it in a controlled environment. To see its potency."
Her voice grew husky near the end of her statement, and it took her pinching her arm to snap her out of it. "And it seems to already be affecting people, if Fairings-San and I are any indication."
Adjusting one of the rolled-up sleeves of my flannel shirt, I gave her a brief nod before questioning her further. "That's… probably a good idea actually. Though I do feel the need to correct you on one thing. It's not that I'm pulling out desire specifically, but more so that I'm breaking down dishonesty and letting the truth shine through. It just so happens that the truth differs depending on the situation, and that removing dishonesty happens to also weaken inhibition. Weird, but I'm rolling with it."
She paused, looking down and jotting something onto a piece of paper. Once that was done, she looked back towards me and leaned forward. "I see. That changes things drastically, but perhaps for the better. I have a test planned out to see how strong it is, if you would like to participate of course."
Well, I've got nothing better to do, and this might prove to be interesting. "Sure thing, lay it on me."
Placing her pen down, she leaned back in her chair slightly, still maintaining her excellent posture. "What I need you to do is to try and seduce me using this ability of yours, while I try to resist. This should help us figure out how powerful it is, and also better understand your limits."
My lips twitched downwards at the idea of having limits like that, but I brushed it off in favor of agreeing to her experiment. "Sounds useful. When do we start?"
Her eye twitched, and she took a deep breath in. "Now."
Oh. Well, best not to keep the lady waiting.
I slowly stood up from my chair, locking my gaze onto hers. She began to loosen up, falling deeper into the iridescent glow of my eyes as I carefully made my way towards her. As I made my way around her desk, she swallowed thickly, a flash of clarity making its way into her eyes as she began to resist.
Feeling her resistance against my will, I narrowed my eyes and watched as her hand tightened into a fist, and yet she still resisted. Clearly, I needed to step it up a notch. "You're quite tense, Juliet. Why don't you relax?"
For a moment, I could see the tension in her body fade, my words slipping into her mind and lowering her guard. Unfortunately, she tensed right back up again and shook her head. "I cannot."
Hmm, I'm really gonna have to work her for this to work. "Why not? Surely you deserve some rest."
Her jaw clenched, hands beginning to shake as she fought off the urge to give in and let go. "I-I cannot. I have work to do."
Work, huh? I can work with work. "It's always work, isn't it? How often do you work, and for how long?"
It was an innocent question, less demanding than the others, and as such much harder to resist. "Every day, I work here from five to midnight. On the weekends, I work until dawn."
She blinked for a moment, mildly confused as to why she answered the question in full. I wasn't going to let her catch her bearings however and pushed further. "Sounds tiring. Why do you work at such a place? Isn't it a bit too sexual for you?"
Another simple question, this time a bit more intrusive than the last. Though she was falling deeper into the trance, so it should work like a charm. "I-It's a historical place for my family. The first Capulet founded it as a way to make peace with the traditions of this land, and ever since then the heir to the Capulet family has always run it, even if nowadays my family doesn't quite agree with it. It is tradition."
Huh, gonna put that one in my back pocket for later. For now, I have a mission to worry about. "And what do you like most about this job of yours? Surely there must be something."
Hesitation gripped her, but her mouth began to speak before she could stop herself. "It feels naughty, like a taboo that my family would hate."
Bingo. There's a button I can start pushing. "I'm sure they do. After all, this sort of debauchery, no matter how classy, must make their skin crawl."
Her eyes began to lose the clarity she had been fighting for this whole time. "Yes! They hate this place, but the backlash they'd receive if they acted against it would taint their reputation. It's a beloved attraction for the upper class after all."
Interesting, interesting. Family issues, a common enough button for people, especially the upper class it seems. "I can see why. This den of sin, it masquerades itself as a place of class and luxury, but we all know that it's a sham. This is a place of honest expression, where the reserved elite can partake in the more bestial aspects of their humanity. How do you indulge in this pleasure?"
It was a bit overdramatic, that much I could admit, but it did a good job at heightening that sense of taboo that seemed to trigger her so wonderfully. There was a slight labor to her breaths, and I could see a very thin sheen of sweat on her forehead as she spoke with a growing fervor. "I watch on the cameras, staring as the dancers arouse those pigs downstairs. I-It feels so wrong to do, and I usually stop quickly, but it's addicting!"
Oh my, I'm sure it is. Kneeling down to be just below her eye level, I moved in closer and pushed even further. "And what do you do while you're watching? Do you indulge in your lust? Do you touch yourself, right here?"
My hand ghosted her knee, trailing up her leg until I stopped at her mid-thigh. My fingers danced around her inner thigh, inching closer and closer as her resolve began to crack. "N-No! I refuse to do such a thing while watching my employees!"
Hmm, how specific of her. "When watching your employees, huh? What about afterwards? Do you fantasize about what could be happening to them? About how vulnerable they are up on that big stage surrounded by all those greedy hands?"
Now I was trying to push an idea onto her, a mental image that is probably completely untrue. And if the sudden hitch of her breath was any indicator, it was working. "N-Never! That would be wrong, a-and disrespectful to my dancers."
Well that's very considerate of her, but that's not what I want right now. "Dearie me, you must feel so pent up. When was the last time you were able to release this stress of yours?"
My hand fully grasped her thigh, pulling me forward to the point that our noses were almost touching. She gasped quietly, head swaying as she slowly shook her head. "I-I use my knife. If I were caught pleasuring myself, my family would be so d-displeased."
She was right there. All I needed to do was give her a single push, and she would be complete putty in my hands. Just a little further, and she'd be mine.
"Was that good enough, Juliet?"
Her eyes blinked, the heavy fog that clouded her mind clearing up as her senses returned to her. Getting a grip on the situation, she pushed herself away and cleared her throat. "Th-That was perfect, Adiel-San. Your ability… it is extraordinary."
Faintly, I could taste blood on my tongue from how hard I was biting the inside of my cheek. Though I ignored it in favor of returning to my seat as hastily as I could. "Thanks, though I've never actually pushed it that hard before. Are you feeling alright?"
We both looked down to her hands, which were shaking like a leaf from the sudden loss of my presence over her. Clenching her fists tightly, she tensed her arms and forced a stern stare towards my direction. "I am fine. It appears that your persuasion, or whatever you call it, is strong enough to induce both a mental and physical reaction in me."
I crossed my legs, locking them into place as I forced my body to stay put. "Well, the mind and body are pretty connected. If I can pull such a visceral reaction from your mind, then it'll start pushing your body to feel the same. Obvious stuff, in hindsight."
She nodded, taking a deep breath in to try and calm herself down. "I, yes, that makes sense."
Her body was still a bit fidgety, a very different image than how she had appeared when I had first arrived in her office. "Is that everything you needed me for?"
Fists still clenched, she gave me another nod, this one much stiffer than the last. "That it was. You may go now."
Uncrossing my legs, I gripped the edge of my chair as I stood up. I could feel my hands twitch as the obvious desire in her, but I pushed it out of my mind as quickly as I could.
And then my nose caught a feminine scent.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Juliet."
I didn't wait for a response, instead focusing on quickly getting out of there and into the elevator. The doors shut, leaving me alone in the small metal box as I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. That… that was something alright. Placing a single finger in my mouth, I carefully felt around my canines. They were longer than normal, and if the slight pain in the tip of my finger was any indication, sharper too.
As my mind cleared, I could feel them recede back into their proper position. It was strange. Rather than sink into my gums, they seemed to literally shrink in size and grow duller, which shouldn't be possible. At least, not like this anyway.
It didn't matter, at least, not for the moment. Right now, I think I'll just relax in the club. Maybe pick up that servant girl from earlier. Now that sounds like a fun time.
The elevator dinged, the doors opening to-
HEAT!
I stumbled out, gasping as I felt my body heat up. My head, it was throbbing so fucking much. Getting to my feet, I growled as my canines shot back to full length, piercing the flesh of my mouth as I shakily made my way out of the hallway and towards the main area.
"Are you alright, sir?"
The servant girl from earlier. She was at my side, a concerned expression on her face as she reached out to grab my arm. To touch me, to-
"Bathroom. Where's the bathroom?"
Her eyes widened, before she grasped my hand and began to pull me down the staircase to the main floor. "This way, sir!"
My nose, it burned with the airborne arousal of everyone in the room. My vision felt so much sharper than normal, and I could hear several loud beating sounds around me. It wasn't just me either, as I could see everyone inside the club beginning to grow more restless. Not just lust, but anger and excitement. One particularly rowdy patron began to curse out his apparent friends, red in the face but not from alcohol.
"You slept with my wife!"
"It was her idea, the slut!"
"Shake those tits baby!"
"I think I might be gay."
"I hope so."
"The bathroom is right here, sir."
…Bathroom? Right, I needed to get in there. Calm down. Call Daria. "Th-Thank you."
I threw myself in, letting the door slam shut behind me as I ran over to the sink and turned on the faucet. Water sprang from it, and I threw it onto my face as I began to take several deep breaths. Looking up into the mirror, my jaw dropped at the sight before me.
My eyes, they were… pupilless. The iridescent navy-blue iris replaced the pupil, leaving it fully navy with the exception of their white sclera. It was different from the reptilian slit that Daria had shown me, incredibly so. Does that mean that our physical manifestation is unique to us? Is it a representation of our abilities? What the fuck is going on, and why?
Plugging my nose to stop the stench of the bathroom from getting to me, I used my free hand to grab my phone and dial Daria's number. Holding it to my ear, I recoiled as the ring almost deafened me.
"Darius? What do you need now?"
The phone. It wasn't even close to my ear, and yet it felt like it was being held snug against it. Clearing my throat, l let go of my nose and began to breathe through my mouth, grimacing at the awful taste of the air. "D-Daria, all of my senses are fucked right now! My body feels like its heating up, and I lost my fucking pupils!"
"Lost your- uh oh. Darius! You need to calm down, otherwise it's going to get worse!"
Of course, relax. I have to- fuck!
I leaned against the wall, sliding down it until I hit the ground. My flannel shirt felt agonizingly hot, sweat making it stick to my body as I groaned out a response. "How the fuck do I calm down like this!? It feels like there's fire under my fucking skin!"
"Damn it. Did you push your powers at all before this happened?"
Unbuttoning the buttons on my flannel shirt, I nodded to no one. "Y-Yeah. But I've done that before, why is this happening now!"
"My guess? You used your powers while horny and then stopped before you could alleviate that, completely forgetting about the blowback of your powers. The more you use your powers at any given time, the more your body is going to manifest them physically, and right now the area around you must be sending your newly heightened senses crazy. That, in turn, is making your powers act up even more. Kind of like a feedback loop."
Well, fuck me then! "How do I stop it!"
"In your state? Getting out of there is out of the question. I'd suggest letting off some stress, if you catch my drift."
Relieve some- God fucking damn it, Daria! "That's your advice!? To fuck it away!?"
"I literally have no idea why you expected anything else. Anyway, I'll see you when you get back. Toodles!"
"Daria don't you- fuck! She hung up."
Growling, I rolled over to my side and got back to my feet. Why is everything in this world solved by fucking!? Why is sex the focal point to literally all of the world and everyone in it!? What the fuck is wrong with these people!? It's like we all live in some fucked up hentai universe!
Oh shit, I live in a fucked up hentai universe.
"S-Sir, are you alright in there?"
And there's the punchline.
The servant girl had opened the door, worry shining in her eyes alongside thinly veiled lust. Her scent was thick and needy, flooding the bathroom with her arousal as another growl escaped me. "I'm about to be."
I grabbed her arm, pulling her in and slamming the door shut. Hands gripping her shoulders, I manhandled her towards the sink, pushing her back against it and arching my back to hang over her entirely. She wanted this, I could sense it in her. The deep desire that she tried to keep from the light, tried to hide from the Truth. I just had to give her a single look in the eyes, and she was mine to play with. I tilted my head, angling my neck-
And shoved my head between her shoulder and neck, eyes closed shut as I breathed in her scent. "Tell me your name, and if you want this."
Her heart was loud against my ears, a rhythmic thumping that helped me focus on something other than the building heat inside my body.
"Ch-Chika, Chika Fairings. And… I-I do."
There's the greenlight. Now it's time to go.
Undoing my jeans with one hand, I gripped the back of her head and put her to her knees. I looked her in the eye and smirked as she panted heavily, her eyes half lidded as she pushed her face towards my dick and began to inhale the scent.
"Oh, you're into this sort of thing, aren't you?"
She made a sound, one that I couldn't even bother to translate to English as I instead just pulled down my boxers and- mother's nonexistent ass, what?!
My dick looked swollen, and not in a rash or sick way. More in the "holy duck my dick is huge" way. I was big before, sure, but this was ridiculous. Fuck average human proportions, this was straight up an oversized hentai dick.
"O-Oh my gods!"
Oh, right, her. Pushing aside the strangeness of the situation in favor of satisfying the horniness in me, I slapped her cheek with my dick and looked her in the eyes. "Don't think for a minute that this is going to end any other way than me shoving this down your esophagus so that I can touch the beginning of your fucking stomach."
She looked ready to say something, but was interrupted by me stuffing her face with cock. She panicked at first, the sudden blockage of her airways being enough to make her throat spasm wildly. Her hands were on my waist, weakly pushing back but unable to because of the iron grip I had on her skull.
"I'm going to start moving now. The faster I cum, the sooner you get to breathe. Got it?"
There wasn't an answer, obviously, but she did stop pushing back. Instead she began to relax her throat and began to tighten in purposefully. I groaned, before grinning down at her wildly. "That's a good fucking start, girl. Now hold on tight."
I began to pull back, watching as her neck began to shrink down as I began to exit her throat. Her tongue began to lick at the underside of my dick, circling around the head as it left her throat and entered her mouth. My hands shook as I stared down at her, my canines sticking into my lower lip as I watched her big, teary eyes gaze up at me looking for approval.
Fuck being nice.
I slammed her head down into my crotch, grinning as both her eyes and her neck bulged at the impact. Her body was twitching, hands clenching and unclenching as she took the face fucking like a champ.
My hands moved down towards her jaw, grabbing the edges of it and using it as a grip as I began to jackhammer into her mouth. She choked, and gagged, and groaned as I used her like a fucktoy, shoving myself down her esophagus with reckless abandon.
Her face was red, cheeks puffed as her jaw stretched to accommodate my size. Her blonde hair, once done to near perfection, was frazzled and messy as sweat stuck it to her forehead and around her face. And those pretty silver eyes of hers were rolled all the way back, dazed out of her mind as her twitching began to slow and her face grew even redder.
And it was the hottest thing to me at that moment.
"Fucking hell, hope you weren't planning on eating later!"
I slammed my hips one last time into her face, shoving her nose into my crotch and groaning as I let loose into her stomach. I could feel the cum begin to seep out, traveling up her throat and out of her nose and the very edges of her mouth.
It made for an alluring sight, even as I pulled myself out of her and let her drop to the floor, her shallow breathing being the only thing letting me know she was still alive. Cum leaked from her mouth and nose, a puddle forming where her head landed. Her legs were twitching again, the wet spot on the crotch of her pants telling me exactly why they were.
Congratulations! Due to your frankly monstrous treatment of this random young woman, you have revealed a perk!
Truth Hurts
While the truth can be uplifting, and comforting to some, it can be cold and domineering to others. As such, you are as well.
As Unbound Truth, you will find that your self-control is incredibly weak, and that the animalistic impulses that all Aspects of Destruction have will be heightened several times over.
My eyes narrowed as I tried to reach it, the fog over my mind slowly clearing as I read and reread each line until the meaning of the perk hit me in the face.
Turning to look into the mirror, I watched as my pupils slowly faded back into my eyes. They were still a bit hazy, but it was enough for me to take another look at Chika and realize that I may I fucked up. Big time.
I went to go and help her, but a suddenly sweet smell assaulted my senses. A sweet smell, and a highly feminine one.
Gritting my teeth, I tried to push it to the side and focus on helping her instead. However, she chose that moment to wake up, gurgling as she turned to look over to me. "M-More."
…Well, how could I say no to that?
…
It's been a while, dudes and war criminals. Truth be told, I've had this chapter basically done for a month now, but have had way too much fucking trouble with the porn scene at the end. I wrote about three different scenes, each different from the other, before settling on this shorter one. I'm trying to better integrate the obvious horniness that is porn stories with the actual plot, so that way the porn doesn't feel as disconnected as it does now.
There's also the hole "Truth Hurts" perk thing, but I feel like that was an obvious choice. I wanted an internal conflict that would allow me to serve the story and the porn in ways that I would previously be unable to, so the idea of his Truth thing making it hard to have decent self-control was an obvious choice. Plus, it'll mix well with the external conflict that he'll be facing, mixing together wonderfully. After all, while the main reason he doesn't want to succumb to the horny is because he has morals and shit, it's also because he's physically way way stronger than his lovers, and could end up accidentally hurting them or even killing them mid-coitus because he forgot to control himself. So yeah, deadly dicking.
Now onto our Review of the Chapter, with my favorite celestial body this time around:
"Damn, the horny do be real.
Also where is my swanky world building (nice chapter tho)"
The world building will cum (Ba dum, tss) as the story goes on. Besides, you have no right to criticize me on horny. I've seen what you've been making in that [REDACTED] of yours.
This has been A Decent Hoonter, and boy oh boy this is a double upload with ACH: Embers!
