Quick thing: thanks, Black Shirato for favoriting, both this piece and a Certain Strange Scenario! It's great to have you along for the ride. Thanks, gamedude2195 for favoriting! I'm glad to have you on board! Thanks, the Pretender GC-1 for favoriting! I'm grateful to have your support.

As we always do around this time, leeeeeeeeeeeeet's geeeeeeeeet rooooiiiggghhttttttt into the revieewwwwssssss!

Last time, I promise. It won't happen again, I just had to have my fun one last time. I'm not even sure if any of you lovely folks get the reference. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I suppose it's of little consequence either way. Without further ado, let's actually get started.

whwsms: indeedly-doo, here we go-eth once again, as we (seemingly) always do, without fail. Thank you, friend, for helping to pave the way! It's very much appreciated. This is certainly an amazing milestone, and, if it isn't obvious, I never would've gotten this far without you lovely people, all of you; of course, that doesn't distract from the value of those of you who're silently following along! You're all just as wonderful, and I appreciate you just as much!

Now! Let's get into what points of interest have caught your attention.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, friend! I thought it was a cute little nod, too. It wouldn't surprise me at all to learn that the Kamisato Faction had some sort of "ASSEMBLE!" alarm. Perhaps, as you suggested, the Academy City Liberation Legion operated in such a manner, during the period of time in which it was actively fighting back against the advances of the previous General Superintendent, Kumokawa Seria's predecessor?

Alcohol does, indeed seem to be, as you suggested, the wing-person who is more than happy to open the floodgates within Floris's mind that once contained what really do seem very much like a flood of repressed feelings for Kamisato Kakeru. The young woman is obviously comfortable to some extent or another with speaking her mind to her date, even if it's only happening to this great of a degree due to the figurative nudges of the alcohol in her bloodstream.

Me? I was surprised that our "almighty" Thunder God didn't give the brigands a thrashing himself, he's certainly capable of doing so. Perhaps he thought that "Cendri-chan" should've gotten to do the honors? Then again, is there really honor in beating up on a group of perverts? I suppose one could see it as justice being served, and, by all accounts, I'd imagine that Cendrillon felt just a bit better following her wrathful reprisal. Just what were those two doing in a casino, though? I suppose, as always, there's only one way to find out…

You might just be onto something! Or, you could be onto nothing at all. That kind of information would hardly be information to be kept and hidden; if anything, it'd be news to be celebrated. Chances are, you're not wrong. Keep hope alive, as they say!

That's another great idea right there, friend! You're just a regular treasure trove of them, aren't you? Such a meeting could certainly be possible, fate can often arrange for such things to happen. I'm sure both Dog the cat and Sphynx have some, shall we say, "interesting" tales to exchange over a cup of milk and a bowl of cat treats.

As always, it's great to know that I'm able to consistently gain your approval! I hope to be able to continually do so!

321jaz: one hundred and first! Still, friend; one hundred and one is an interesting number (or combination of numbers) in and of itself. It represents a lot of different things! Anyways, let's strap ourselves in and get down to business.

You might not want to talk too loudly about dogs 'round these parts. You know, they say she is still out there, jealously hunting dog owners everywhere, unable to move onto the world beyond the physical realm of existence… I'm really just talking out of my ass here. In seriousness, I'm glad to know that you're enjoying this multi-parter's title!

That, indeed would've been quite the sight to see. Unfortunately for us, it seems that our almighty thunder god has mellowed out quite a bit. Or has he? Perhaps it'll take the proper motivation to get him "up and running" again, so to speak. As evidenced by her actions, Cendrillon is hardly a damsel in distress; if anything, the felons who'd harassed her became the damsels, deservingly of course.

Apparently not, apparently not. Not if the "ABDUCTION!" van is to be taken into account. I suppose, when someone is passionate enough about something, they don't outgrow it; sometimes it stays with them for life. Who knows? The van's owner could potentially stumble upon something interest, even ground-breaking!

I'll be honest about this coincidence you've picked up on; it certainly wasn't! That was actually a rather vague, but nonetheless planned reference I placed within the previous chapter's narrative. I'm glad you were able to spot this one out!

That you will, but not for too much longer.

Guest IV: assuming I haven't previously numbered you, you're now Guest IV; congratulations! Enjoy the new name!

If I could ask, would you mind providing me with something a little less vague, in regards to criticism? If there's something that you feel I should work on improving, don't be afraid to voice your opinions loud and clear!

While this piece is hardly an action-centric one, I can definitely admit that the previous chapter didn't have a lot going on, and mostly served to advance the narrative, while providing some character development on the side.

Anon: I'll be honest: while you won't find anything of that sort here, or over in a Certain Strange Scenario, that might just be found in the newest piece I've begun to write, "A Certain Broken Testament", which features "Touma x harem" as one of its core principals!

Floris' first impression of the ground floor's lobby had been one of royalty; the lobby had resembled more of an entranceway to a great palace than the lobby of a condominium. The floors had been adorned with brightly-colored carpeting, the furniture had been ornate in their designs, painted bright golden, the absolute lap of luxury.

Within the elevator car she and her date stood in, Floris could only look about, quietly, in absolute awe. Its walls were ornately decorated with floral patterns, its surfaces a shade of light silver. The car was spacey, with plenty of room for dozens of passengers to ride safely.

Silently, Floris wondered just how Kamisato Kakeru could afford to live in a place of such grandeur, and still have pocket money to throw around.

As if he'd read her mind, Kakeru spoke up, his voice echoing throughout the mostly-empty, perpetually-moving car.

"Do you like what you see, Floris-san? I hope you don't feel intimidated. I assure you, everyone in this building is friendly, hardly the snobbish types you'd expect to dwell in a place like this. The no animal, no child policies ensure everything stays clean and quiet, as well. On-site security exists to break those who would disturb the peace with immature or otherwise irresponsible antics."

Floris awkwardly giggled. "Have you considered getting into real estate, Kamisato-san? You sound like you're trying to sell me a condo."

The two shared a hearty laugh, before a comfortable silence again.

Once the elevator car came to a halt, Floris only realized that it'd stopped, or had even moved from the ground floor at all once the car's doors quietly slid inwards, retreating within the car itself. Both Kamisato Kakeru and Floris made their way out of the suddenly emptied elevator car, and, moments later its doors quietly slid shut.

The hallway the duo had stepped into was similar in its design to the lobby some floors below. Its walls were tropically colored, with watercolor paintings depicting scenes of tropical paradises hung about. The doors that lead into each individual condo were lightly painted, their colors resembling those of a sunset; Floris felt several degrees warmer simply by walking through the hallway, following her date's lead.

After a short period of time spent traversing the hallway, in which Floris greedily soaked up the warm, synthetic light beamed down from the high ceiling, Kamisato Kakeru came to a stop, before a door. Without warning, Floris's heart leapt into her throat, and began to beat quite speedily. A familiar, yet oddly unfamiliar sense of panic had gripped the corners of Floris's mind, and was tugging at either side of her brain, threatening to tear it apart, trying to tear the seat of her sentience in two.

"K-Kamisato-san?"

"Yeah. Something wrong?"

"I'm… n-nervous."

Once his right hand's palm fell upon her shoulder, her worries disappeared, and her heartbeat began to steadily slow; for only a split second, Floris wondered if he'd activated that right hand of his.

"Don't be, Floris-san. You have nothing to worry about. I promise, you'll be feeling like you're at home in no time at all. My partners are very welcoming… perhaps too welcoming. Don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. Don't be afraid to speak up, and say "no."

With that, Kamisato Kakeru turned away, and placed his right hand upon a small, vaguely hand-sized panel on the door's right side, where a knob would've been on an "older" model. The panel produced a series of musical hums, before it hummed a vaguely happy-sounding tune, and the door's lock was disengaged. Pushing the door open, Kakeru stepped into his home, with a still quite nervous Floris in tow.

"KAKERU-CHAN! KAKERU-CHAN! YOU'RE HOME! FINAALLLYYY!"

"W-wait… Bunny Grey? Where are you going? I wasn't finished."

Before Floris could even try to understand what was going on, a great and terrible existence crashed into Kamisato Kakeru, knocking him to the floor. Floris just barely managed to drunkenly stumble out of the way to avoid being part of the avalanche. Clinging to that great existence, a young woman held on for dear life. Floris recognized her immediately; she'd worked with this young woman before.

The great existence was, in fact, another young woman, though only her head could be seen protruding from the enormous, grey-colored mascot suit she was clad in. She rose from the ground, with Kakeru in her furry clutches, and the other young woman clinging to her back like a monkey.

Long, dark-colored hair trailed down her back, and she wore a headband, from which two large, grey-colored bunny ears protruded. Her hair's fringe was swept to the left, while her bangs were neatly trimmed. Her skin was tanned a shade of toasty brown, and her eyes were wide with wonderment, their irises as dark as her hair's color.

"W-whoa. Who's this? She's really pretty. A friend of yours, Kakeru-chan? You really know how to pick 'em!" The mascot-suited bunny woman exclaimed, as she approached a blushing, utterly confused Floris.

"Asuka-chan, could you… could you let me down?"

"Oh! Uh huh. Sorry… I missed you.

The mascot-suited bunny woman set Kakeru down on the hardwood floor, carefully, as if she was handling some priceless treasure. With the mascot suit on, she was some few feet taller than him. She then extended her suited hand outwards, in Floris's direction, her lips curled upwards into a warm smile.

"Hi! Keshouin Asuka. It's a pleasure to meet you! I swear I've seen you somewhere before, I don't forget pretty faces like yours…"

Floris's blush grew in intensity, becoming deeper, and redder, as she awkwardly grinned. She quickly took Keshouin Asuka's suited hand into her own hands, left and right, and vigorously shook her arms. "F-Floris. It's great t-too meet you, too."

Turning her attention to the young woman clinging to Asuka's back, Floris offered her a wave. The clinging woman waved back, stone-faced. "Nn. Greetings Earthling Floris-san. It's good to see you again. My love has wooed you, it seems. Unsurprising… nice rack. I think you'll make an above average addition to our sexy club."

Floris turned to the ornately-designed, tan-colored wall behind her for support. Leaning against it, she giggled as quietly as she could. Kamisato Kakeru, who'd apparently vanished from sight, hadn't been exaggerating. For a moment, she wondered where he went, but by this point her nervousness had all but vanished.

"Uh. T-thanks… Fran. I, u-uh… think they're pretty n-nice, too. You're really different when you're off the job."

"Nn. I know. What were you expecting?"

Leaping down from the back of the mascot-suited bunny woman, the young woman known only as Fran approached Floris. Clad in only a silver-colored hooded sweater with the image of a flying saucer in the center, Floris assumed the young woman named Fran must've had, at the very least, a pair of bootie shorts on beneath it. Fran's bare feet slapped against the hardwood, as Fran closed the distance between herself and Floris. With her sweater's hood pulled up, Floris couldn't get a good look at Fran's hair; her hair's dark-colored bangs were visible, hanging out from the hood, but its fringe was obscured.

Then, she leaned forwards, and raised her right hand to her chin. Scratching it, between her right hand's index finger and thumb, Fran thoroughly examined Floris, from head to toe, before she nodded, apparently satisfied with what was presented.

"Nn. You've still got the body of a goddess, but can you use it? Possessing something and being able to use it to your advantage are two different things. I might have to take you for a test run."

"Don't mind Fran," Asuka softly remarked. Walking behind a heavily blushing, and only semi-conscious Floris, the mascot-suited bunny woman placed either of her hands on the shoulders of the former New Light operative. "You two seem to be on a first-name basis, though, so I'm sure you've adjusted at least a bit. So, tell us about yourself! How'd you meet Kakeru-chan? Did you guys beat some undesirables up together?"

"Us?"

Floris followed the lead of Keshouin Asuka, and Fran, who'd taken to clinging to the former's side. Lovingly, the former had wrapped her arm around the latter, and held her close. The sight was a heartwarming one for Floris, who couldn't help but smirk.

Stepping out from the vibrantly-colored hallway, the trio entered what looked like the equally vibrantly-colored living quarters of the condo. Floris's eyes widened; it was wonderfully decorated, with pieces of furniture seemingly placed about with great purpose and attention to detail. There were a number of large, curved, flatscreen televisions spread about the living quarters' walls, from which they were hung. Some had wires trailing down from them which lead into gaming consoles, while others didn't. All in all, everything was orderly, and cleanly to the point of perfection. Not a speck of dust was visible, not a singular item or piece of furniture out of place. Floris was silently impressed.

In a perfect square, a total of eight incredibly luxurious-looking leather couches were set, with a glass coffee table in the square's center. A pile of smartphones were scattered about the table's surface, as were numerous books, manga, and what looked like magazines encompassing various genres.

One sight interested her more than others, however. Floris even raised an eyebrow, and, seemingly, both Keshouin Asuka and the young woman known as Fran had been expecting such a reaction, as both women turned to face their guest.

"That's… uh, that's Salome," Asuka commented. "She's into some weird things. Completely harmless, though. Well, these days. When she was younger, she was Hell on wheels. No worries now though! Eheheh. She wouldn't hurt a fly."

"You might say," Floris remarked. "I've n-never been one to k-kinkshame, and I'm not about to, but…"

Clad in what looked like numerous raincoats, one on top of another, and perhaps more beneath the two that were visible, the brown-skinned young woman served as a human footstool for another young woman, who had her legs crossed over the raincoat woman's back.

The raincoat woman's hair was silver in coloration, long and delicately combed to the point of absurd perfectionism, it looked more like trailing silk than actual human hair. The woman apparently named Salome didn't seem to have any gripes with the fact that she was being used as a footstool; in fact, she looked like she was having the time of her life. Her cheeks were bright pink in coloration, and her lips were perpetually curled upwards, into an aroused smirk. Salome's eyes were closed as she sat there on her hands and knees, utterly servile. She looked like she was in the throes of some deep carnal pleasure.

The woman whose legs were crossed over Salome's back was a sight to behold on her own, as well. A full, well-combed and lengthy mane of dark-colored hair, which was a few shades lighter than Keshouin Asuka's own sat upon her head, while her form was seated upon one of the leather couches amongst the square. Dark-colored glasses with large, square-shaped frames adorned her face. Clad in a plain, white tank top and a pair of dark-colored short shorts, she looked unconcerned, as she ran her fingers over the tempered glass screen of the smartphone clutched in her right hand. Of all her features, this woman's most standout feature was the enormous exotic flowers that bloomed from either side of her head. An earbud was plugged into either of her ears, the wire that connected both trailing downwards, partially entrapped between her well-developed bosom.

Salome's eyes had opened, and, curiously, she looked on at the trio of young women before her. The irises of Salome's eyes were lavender-colored, wide and full of life. She cocked her head to one side, before her eyes fell upon Floris's form. Hungrily, Salome licked her lips, like a predator who'd come upon prey, with an empty stomach to fill.

"And who might we have here, hmm? What has onii-chan brought home to us, new meat?"

Guiding Floris, Keshouin Asuka placed either of her hands on the former New Light operative's shoulders, and moved her towards one of the nearby couches. Across from the human footstool that was Salome, Floris was seated, before both Asuka and Fran took their respective seats next to her. Fran clambered into Asuka's lap, and threw her arms around Asuka's neck, cuddling close to the mascot-suited bunny woman.

Then, before Fran had the chance to speak, Floris awkwardly started. She was far too intoxicated to care even a bit about the odd scenes around her; it was the realization that she'd allowed a conversation to fall between the cracks that'd startled her more than anything else.

"Keshouin-san, b-big sorries all around, y-you asked me a q-question, and I totally spaced out."

"You and Fran would get along," Salome sarcastically remarked, craning her neck to look at Floris. "Ninety percent of the time, she's a straight-up space cadet. One-way radio; messages get through to the other side, but nothing comes back."

"Salome," Asuka scolded, causing the raincoat-wearing human footstool to begin laughing at Fran's expense; Fran herself hardly seemed to care, as she was too busy gripping onto "Bunny Grey", and repeatedly kissing "Bunny Grey's" neck. Floris found the display of affection to be oddly arousing, though she tried her best not to look; such was impolite.

"No worries, Floris. I'm not sure where Kakeru-chan's gotten off to, or else he'd be probably doing the introductions."

Salome shifted her weight from knee to knee. Against the thick pillows beneath them, her knees caused the hardwood floor to creak. This seemingly gained the attention of the plant woman, who unplugged one of her earbuds from her ears. Looking up, she started, before she began to grin.

"Soooo. Mr. Playboy's brought us some new meat, has he? It's nice to make your acquaintance. I'm Claire. I'd shake your hand, but… long day. Don't want to get up. How about an air shake?"

Floris giggled; Kakeru had definitely been right. "Yeah, an air shake will work."

The young woman apparently named Claire extended her hand, as did Floris; some six feet apart, they both shook their hands in the air, and proceeded to share a few moments of laughter.

"Anyways!" Floris announced, turning her attention to Asuka. "Let's talk. I'm going to tell you all about how your, um… boyfriend? Is that the right term? And I met, before I forget again. S-sorry, I-I'm kind of tipsy. Of my own v-volition, of course!"

Floris looked to Fran, who was completely lost in her constant kissing of Asuka's neck, and her constant cuddling of Asuka's mascot-suited form.

"Fran? Is everyone… uh, you know? Familiar?"

Fran reluctantly ceased her worship of Keshouin Asuka's body. "Nn. With magic? Yeah. Everyone knows about magic here. A good bunch of us are magicians, and our boyfriend works for magicians. It'd only make sense. Say what you've got to say, and quit worrying so much. We're all friends here… maybe a bit more than friends."

For a period of time, Floris explained to Keshouin Asuka, and, therefore to the young women named Fran, Salome, and Claire, by association her history with Kamisato Kakeru; how the two had met through the City's Supreme Superintendent, and had been put to work on the same team as Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Stiyl Magnus. Occasionally, Asuka would pause Floris to ask or a question, and more than once Salome had a sarcastic remark to add. Both Claire and Fran had remained silent, listening intently to the tale Floris was weaving.

"New Light," Salome commented; though she was a bit late on the uptake, as Floris had long since explained her connection to the organization, Floris paused to hear her out regardless of this fact. "Jog my memory. Weren't you guys pretty much the cause of British Halloween, or… what is it they're calling it nowadays? "The Troubles"? I love the conspiracy theories, to be honest. "Elizard staged a coup to increase her own grip on the United Kingdom! Wake up!" Eheheh… idiotic, don'tcha think?"

"We were couriers," Floris answered, her head held high, and with a sense of pride burning in her heart. "It was our j-job to get something of great importance to somewhere of great i-importance, for a purpose of great importance. C-can't really say much more than that. You k-know how… official b-business can be."

Salome nonchalantly shrugged, as she remained on her hands and knees. "I don't, actually. I don't follow rules; rules were meant to be broken, and so that's exactly what I do. It's far more fun than just going along with what everyone tells you, don'tcha think? Off the rails!"

"Hush, slave," Claire remarked, gently jabbing Salome's back with the heel of her foot.

"Y-yes, m-mistress." Salome shuddered as pleasurable tingles surged throughout her body. Her lips curled upwards, even more so than previously, and she smiled, her blush only deepening. Floris stifled a giggle at the sight, as both Fran and Asuka looked to one another. The newcomer was adapting well.

"Is there anything else that New Light has done in the past to influence events?" Asuka softly inquired. Fran had taken to snuggling into Asuka's mascot-suited form, and occasionally produced soft vocalizations, which Floris found to be absolutely adorable; a part of the drunken Floris wanted to snuggle up to Fran herself.

"W-well," Floris stammered, rather awkwardly. "There was this one thing in Academy City, after that… upside-down thing in the tubes was killed off."

"Don't keep us waiting, new meat," Salome commented, impatiently. "This is ladies' bonding time, after all. Apparently. It is now, because I said it is. This is a good system, don'tcha think? I don't have to break my own rules, because they're not completely stupid."

The young woman known as Claire produced a sigh, and shuffled about in place, adjusting the placing of her legs over Salome's back, before she looked to Floris, and nodded her head. The mascot-suited bunny woman, Keshouin Asuka's full attention also seemed to be on the former New Light operative.

"O-okay… d-don't hold it against me if I get some t-things wrong, or f-fuck some words u-up… I'm p-pretty sloshed."

Kamisato Kakeru's intentions had started off being innocent; he had that going for him, at least. Regardless, his conscience was continually lashing out at an apparently exposed vein of his higher mind, trying to whip him into shape. It wasn't doing too terrible of a job.

In one of the condo's four comfortably spacey and wonderfully-furnished restrooms, the World Rejector's Bearer had only recently stepped out from within the spacious walk-in shower. Sliding the shower's glass door shut behind him, he made his way to the large, metallic rack, which held his sleepwear, as well a set of sleepwear which Kakeru instantly identified as belonging to Salome; it was little more than a 'bra' whose cups would've barely covered his non-biological sister's nipples, and a G-string.

After patting his sopping form down with his tropically-themed towel, the World Rejector's bearer slipped himself into his sleepwear; a simple, black-colored, short-sleeved shirt, a pair of baggy boxers, and warm socks whose elastics had long ago been worn out. At least he could say that he regularly washed them, even if they weren't in the best of conditions.

There was a glaring problem that he was presented with, however; from his crotch, a monolithic protrusion jutted forth, leaning slightly to his left, curved under its own weight, and it wasn't going away, no matter what he did. Kakeru had pinched himself, slapped himself, and had even rinsed his hands beneath cool water ejected from the nearby sink's faucet; nothing seemed to do the trick. Nothing, save one thing would do the trick, and the World Rejector's Bearer knew it. There was someone in the home that he wanted to pay a visit, for more than one reason; taking care of the glaring issue was a priority, but not necessarily the top priority.

Exiting the bathroom, and leaving the brightly-colored door open behind him, Kakeru had some vague idea of where he was heading to. Briskly jogging down a hallway adjacent from the bathroom, feet slapping against the hardwood flooring, he passed by a room whose brightly-colored door was closed. The singsong voices of the Fortune-Telling Girls, Sunny and Rain could be heard excitedly cheering one another on – evidently, they were hosting one of their livestreams. Kakeru smiled warmly at the thought of the two enjoying themselves as he passed their room by.

Down that same hallway he walked, until he turned down a corridor, and passed by a great portrait mounted upon the wall; it depicted the twenty young woman who'd stood by him when others hadn't, who called him their shared partner piling onto him, in the middle of a photographer's studio, complete with studio lights and a plain, white screen behind the group. Kamisato Kakeru himself looked like he'd been having the time of his life; his mouth was wide open in a jovial laugh, his eyes closed.

Finally, after a trip that'd felt like it'd taken hours, Kakeru arrived before a door which looked like all the others in his condo. Brightly-colored, it was closed, though not locked. His right hand, closed into a fist was forcefully knocked against it, once, twice, and then a third time.

"Kakeru-kun. I'd know that knock anywhere; coommeee innnn."

Turning the door's ornate knob to the left, Kamisato Kakeru barely avoided pushing the head of his own knob against the door's surface. Pushing it open, he awkwardly stepped into the room beyond the door, before he closed the door gently behind him.

He'd stepped into the space designated as the "general electronics room"; among essential pieces of furniture such as a king-sized bed, a simplistic leather couch, and a small refrigerator, a plain, but lengthy wooden desk was set, at the north-most side of the room. A computer tower that was anything but simplistic was set upon its gleaming, polished surface. The tower itself looked like something out of the twenty-second, or even twenty-third century; or, at least, what futurists thought tech from a faraway time might look like.

White in coloration, the tower was enormous, but sleek and stylish, with multiple grooves set across its case. Two identically-designed flatscreen monitors, a mechanical keyboard, a mechanical mouse and a long, flat USB drive were plugged into the tower, while a set of surround sound speakers were placed in the four upper corners of the room, functioning over a wireless connection to the tower. On the computer's monitors, what looked like editing software in action was visible.

Facing away from the World Rejector's Bearer, a young woman with curly, golden hair was seated in a comfortable-looking, leather-bound chair, her right leg crossed over her left.

"I had a feeling you'd come to me at some point or another tonight, Kakeru-kun. I'm very glad for that, as I've been wanting you all. day. long. Since I awoke this morning, in fact. By the sounds of things, you've brought us a new friend… I'll be delighted to meet her. Anyhoo, what'll it be, hm? Business? Or pleasure?"

"Toyama Luca? Turn around and face me, sweet pea. I miss seeing that beautiful face."

"Pleasure, then. I see. You're really not as much of an "iron man" as you'd like yourself to be, you know, Kakeru-kun. Every man has weaknesses, and I… well, you and I both know that I know exactly what your weaknesses are."

The young woman named Toyama Luca did just that. Swivelling her chair to the right, her blue irises locked with Kamisato Kakeru's own brown ones, sending a comfortingly familiar chill down his spine. As her eyes gazed down, eventually fixating on the bulge protruding from his crotch, she raised her left hand's fingers to her mouth, and quietly giggled, shaking her head in mock-disappointment.

Noticeably not clad in her pirate garb, she was instead adorned in a furry, warm-looking robe, and little more. Toyama Luca rose from her seat, and, bare feet pressing against the room's hardwood flooring, made her way towards her shared lover, with primordial, savage hunger completely visible in her eyes. She licked her lips, and clicked her tongue in pleasure at the mere sight of him. Luca's form was tall, slender and athletic, with distinctly feminine curves. She was among the ultimate in pleasure, and Kamisato Kakeru knew it.

"Holding back on the new girl, Kakeru-kun? You're very sweet, but… beneath that sugar coating, I know there's a very, very evil man in there; an evil man I wouldn't mind playing with. I'm sure I don't have to convince you, though; here you are, taking the initiative, and admitting that you need a little bit of help.

"I like it. You live with a home full of sexy girls who'd love nothing more than to drop their panties for you at a moment's notice; there's no need to sit at the edge of your bed, tugging on yourself like some… frustrated high-schooler. We take care of each other, here, especially… here. We can pretend to be a boring monogamous couple, for now, if you'd like; or we could call Fran, too. We were working on… oops! That's a surprise. You'll know no more until the time is right."

Kamisato Kakeru closed the remaining distance between himself and Toyama Luca. Throwing his arms around her waist, he pulled her close, Luca's form grinding against his erect member. Her predatory grin widened, while she reached down into her shared lover's boxers with both of her hands. Her line of sight never left Kakeru's, as she grasped the hardened thing in the palms of her hands. It twitched, and pulsated, its thickness and warmness so utterly wonderful in the palms of her hands.

"The works, Kakeru-kun?"

"The works, Luca; if you'd be so kind. Only if you want to, of course. I don't mean to impose."

"You bet your ass I want to. So be it. Prepare yourself, loverboy."

With a mighty shove, Toyama Luca forced Kamisato Kakeru back towards the king-sized bed, where she forcibly shoved him onto his back, before her hands found their way back into his boxers, wrapping around the pulsating, erect thing within.

"Let me get it out, Kakeru-kun. I'll spit on it a little; don't want to give you friction burn, now, do we? Are you feeling sensitive down there, hm? Keep me up to date. How about your collar, Kakeru-kun? Would you like me to put it on for you? I wouldn't mind putting you in chains while I get that cock of yours off. Make sure that you spurt lots for me."

"I think I'll hold back on the collar tonight," Kakeru remarked, as he felt pleasure surge throughout his body. Toyama Luca had lobbed multiple globs of her saliva onto his 'other head', moistening it, as she gently stimulated the fleshy device with her hands. "I hope that doesn't disappoint you."

Luca shrugged indifferently, as he laid herself on her side, continuing to work her lover up and down, causing him to produce restrained, pleasured moans. Luca's grin widened, as she leaned in and placed multiple kisses to its shaft.

"I'm just grateful you decided to come and pay me a visit, especially after you've picked up a new girl. I suppose that's not entirely unexpected of you, is it? I still have editing to do, but… you always come first, Kakeru-kun. Like I said, make sure you spurt lots for me. I want to empty those big, manly things down there, and make you feel as good as possible. God knows you deserve it."

For a short while, Luca continued on her way; gently tugging, kissing the erect thing, and sometimes teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Slowly, but surely, Kamisato Kakeru was nearing the point of a climax, as he ran his hands through Toyama Luca's curly hair, his fingers dancing over her scalp. Wordlessly, this continued.

"Too tight, Kakeru-kun? Too rough?"

"N-no, Luca. Y-you're doing… j-just fine. Don't stop."

Then, suddenly, it began to throb, as that desirable tingling sensation surged throughout the body of the World Rejector's Bearer. Clenching his teeth, Kakeru's breathing increased in its rate of inhalations and exhalations. This physical change didn't go unnoticed by Toyama Luca, either, who began to quietly giggle. She removed her hands from Kakeru's exposed member, causing him to look up, curiously; was he expected to finish on his own? He could practically feel himself preparing to explode; why had Luca stopped? Had the mood passed her by?

His questions were answered when Luca forcibly threw her robe open, and shrugged either of her arms out from within its baggy sleeves, exposing her nude form to him. The article of clothing fell in a lump on the ground, discarded like a piece of trash, as Luca returned to the work she enjoyed so very much. Sitting herself next to her shared lover, she worked him up and down, increasing her hands' speed after lubricating the pulsating thing with her saliva.

"Aye, aye, cap'n. It feels like you're going to cum very soon, Kakeru-kun; so, here. Something for you to look at, to help you along. You know what they say about visual stimuli… so, just stare. When you're ready to cum, just cum."

Soon, just a little bit too soon for his own liking, that was exactly what Kakeru did. With his eyes glued to his lover's exposed bosom, bouncing up and down rhythmically like some carnival attraction, he felt himself reach the point of climax.

For a split second, universal understanding was upon him; everything aligned perfectly, and he comprehended all things. It was as if he'd reached some higher state of knowing, for the shortest of split seconds, perhaps less.

Kakeru swiftly inhaled, producing a hissing sound as his load was blown, quite violently. Luca managed to capture most of it in her hands, though, some managed to escape, landing on Kakeru's bare upper torso, like bursts of water fired from the barrel of a water gun.

"You didn't last very long," Luca commented, pouting slightly. "You really were holding back for a long time, weren't you? It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of, Kakeru-kun. This isn't some adult video. You gave me so much of this thick, warm cum. I'll take that as a compliment."

Kakeru, who seemed to be in no position to comment simply raised his right hand, and offered Luca a thumb up, before the raised limb fell back against the bed, limp and weakened. The World Rejector's Bearer was still panting viciously, occasionally chuckling under his breath.

"L-Luca," Kakeru spoke, after he'd finally managed to lift himself from the bed. He was moving towards the same location as her, the box of tissues located on the desk. "T-that was… alright, hold it, just… one minute. Okay, I can't really seem to talk. Give me a second, just a few… got to catch my breath."

Toyama Luca was flattered, and her cheeks showed it. After wiping her own hands down with a collection of tissues, she moved to do the same for her shared lover's soiled torso; but, evidently, he'd already taken care of himself, as he finished throwing his own wads of tissues into the trash bin beneath the desk.

"Okay. I think I can communicate properly, now. What I was trying to say was… that was… superb, as always; and of course, I wanted to offer you my thanks. You didn't have to, and yet you were more than down to help me out. It's appreciated. It really, really is."

Toyama Luca winked, as she recovered her discarded robe, and slipped the article of clothing back on. "Don't think it's all about you, Kakeru-kun. I love taking care of you, I always have… but I've also always loved getting my own rocks off. One of the best ways for me to do that is to grab onto that big, throbbing menace of yours and just… lose it. Now, come along, like a good boy. It's hand-washing time. I won't be able to edit my video like this."

There was a conversation starter; though Kamisato Kakeru was physically relieved, he wasn't quite there mentally. Oddly, he felt almost misogynistic. He wanted to talk to his lover, see what was going on in her life, not just mate with her as if they were a couple of brood animals in a pen and then go off to do his own thing. The overwhelming urge to get close to Luca overtook him, and Kakeru gave into its demands.

Catching up to her side, Kakeru wrapped his right arm around Luca's waist, and pulled her close to him, in an affectionate embrace. She produced an amused-sounding "oh?" but didn't object. In fact, she returned his embrace with the upmost swiftness.

Kakeru kissed the side of Luca's head, his lips gently pressed against her golden, curly locks, causing her to blush. "What video, Luca? Is it one of your Truth Hunt videos? I'm quite fond of that series of yours. I always find myself learning something new. You still are producing those, no? Your new analytical videos are of the same high quality, but both series are easy to consume in their own ways."

The young woman nodded enthusiastically. "You're still watching, Kakeru-kun? I-I'm… flattered, to say the least. I'm working on my twenty thousand subscribers special, actually. It's arguably one of my biggest projects; nearly forty-five minutes in length, it's the largest list I've ever done. Twenty-five topics are being covered, in total. Do you think you'll be able to catch my special?"

"Of course, I won't simply find time, Luca; I'll make time."

As the two passed by the room in which, judging by the sounds coming from within, Sunny and Rain were still livestreaming. Kakeru whistled, impressed. "Twenty thousand… quite the milestone. Congratulations. You can bet that I'll be watching the new episode, as soon as it premiers. What exactly is the subject matter, if you don't mind my prying?"

Stepping into the bathroom, with Kamisato Kakeru following not far behind, Toyama Luca's blush only deepened, as she smiled a wide, toothy grin. "Not at all, Kakeru-kun… I really appreciate your interest. Doing this means a lot to me, you know. It feels good when you've found your passion, and you can just… make it happen. It's a labor of love.

"I actually worked with Fran to research everything that the video called for. We both ended up deciding on wanting to tackle abandoned locations as an overarching list subject, but, we wanted to step outside the usual locations. Of course, Franny-Wanny wanted to do more "haunted" ones than not, and those that've been rumored to have served as landing pads for alien crafts. Me? I just want to stay away from as many former medical facilities as possible. It's such a cliché at this point."

As Toyama Luca rinsed her hands with soap, within the stream of water ejected from the bathroom sink's ornate faucet, Kakeru leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.

"The abandoned mental, or otherwise health-related facility rides a fine line between trope and cliché. Regardless, that's great to hear, Luca. I hope I didn't get in your way, or slow anything down. What can I say for myself? A man has needs, and… I've missed you, Luca. I wanted you."

"No need to explain yourself, Kakeru-kun," Luca remarked. "I missed you today, and I wanted you too. I still want you, you know. I was feeling up to it, too; I needed a break from editing, anyways. My eyes were getting kind of sore, so, you did me a favor by paying me a little visit. Don't you ever worry, even for a second about paying me visits. I'll drop everything for you, Kakeru-kun. You're my number one priority, just like everyone else under this roof."

Lifting her dripping hands towards the back of the bathroom's door, Luca reached out for the towel that hung from the small, metallic rack. Grabbing at it, she dried both the palms and the tops of her hands, as Kakeru watched on, curiously. Her motions were oddly captivating to him; the way she stood up on her toes, how she delicately handled the towel in her hands, the way in which her tongue slid over her lower lip as she performed the menial task. It all made Kamisato Kakeru fall more and more for Toyama Luca, and for all the young, beautiful women he called his partners; they all had their adorable little quirks that made them, them.

Snapping out of his trance, Kakeru realized it was his turn to wash up, even though he'd taken a shower not even a half an hour prior. He chuckled under his breath at this fact.

"So, what have you been up to, Kakeru-kun? Nothing good, I'm sure. I'm quite sure that you've been nothing but trouble; a bad, bad boy. Are you going to let me meet the new girl, hmm? We might just have to induct her into our ranks, if she's Faction material."

"Last I checked," Kakeru began, "she was downstairs, with Asuka, Fran, Claire and Salome. They've probably corrupted her already. You'll be the straw that'll break the camel's back, Luca."

Toyama Luca fluffed her curly locks, as Kakeru dried his own hands on the towel behind the bathroom's door. Grabbing at his clothed crotch with her hands, Luca closed in and whispered, softly, into her shared lover's ear, "I'll break more than the camel's back, depending on what she's like. Give me fifteen minutes, at the absolute maximum."

"WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?! TELL UUSSSSS!" Salome cried aloud, as she rolled on her back. With her back against the living quarters' hardwood flooring, Salome was practically in tears. She'd initially been disappointed that Claire had pulled her legs up, but, disappointment had given way to hilarity, as this newcomer, "Floris", weaved her tale. Claire's lower body wasn't going anywhere; Salome could have it all to herself another time.

"O-okay, so… L-Lessar comes back to the h-hotel, COVERED in n-nutstains… nobody knows where she even c-came from. L-Lancis and I are t-trying to get her cleaned up, b-before Bayloupe finds o-out, and royally FLIPS. Lessar's c-completely smashed, begging for more d-dick, a-and we're trying to g-get her into the shower… t-then, she sees the shower curtain rod, and b-both Lancis and I are… w-well, we've both known Lessar for a w-while by this p-point, so we know exactly what she's t-thinking."

Both of Asuka's mascot-suited hands had risen to her face, covering her mouth; the mascot-suited bunny woman's eyes were wide, Floris couldn't tell if it was horror or excitement behind them. "Did she… you know… with the rod?"

"She tried," Floris confirmed, stifling a laugh. "The two of us, L-Lancis and I, we had to h-hold her back. Eventually, w-we just… oh my God, w-we ended up tying her up and throwing h-her in the closet! B-B… B-Bayloupe found her in there in the morning, and she was SO pissed!"

Claire tossed her head back, cackling aloud like some deranged hyena. Her laughter awoke Fran, who'd fallen asleep, snuggled up in Keshouin Asuka's arms. After looking around for a short period, Fran returned to her slumber. Salome had joined her "mistress" in laughter; the sight playing out in her mind's eye was absolutely hysterical to her.

"What did I tell you, huh? You'd fit in just fine. You're one of us now, Floris-san. One of us, one of us, one of us…"

Floris turned her attention to her right; coming down from a staircase that she'd previous neglected to notice, close to the rightmost hallway was Kamisato Kakeru, and another young woman. Holding herself with confidence and an almost overwhelming aura of pride, the golden, curly-haired young woman walked at Kakeru's side, clad in an ornate and quite expensive-looking robe. Her eyes were bright blue, like two sapphires that'd been inserted into the whites of her eyes. Her lips were soft-looking, and full, though not too large.

Kakeru made his way behind Floris, who'd remained seated on the couch, with Keshouin Asuka and a slumbering Fran at her side. Placing both of his hands on Floris's shoulders, he gently, but firmly massaged her, causing the young woman to produce a soft, pleasured vocalization.

"How are you feeling, Floris-san? You seem to be getting along with everyone alright. Forgive me for disappearing on you; I had to shower, quickly. I felt quite… icky, for lack of a better word. If you'd like to shower, feel free to. The door can be locked from the inside, and the interior shower itself can't be observed from the outside, so long as the door is closed. You don't have to of course; just an offer."

Toyama Luca threw herself down next to Floris. Crossing her long, bare right leg over her left, Luca leaned in close to Floris's ear. Suggestively, she whispered in a soft, hushed, and oddly perverted tone. "Or, you can take some of us with you. Claire, across from you, really knows how to take care of a girl, and make her feel good. Kakeru-kun very much knows how to pick them, you're proof of that. You're… I could make you mine in a New York minute."

Floris didn't quite know how to feel. In her intoxicated state, she didn't quite know if the sexually-charged feelings coursing through her were genuine, or a result of the alcohol in her bloodstream clouding her judgment.

Swallowing, hard, Floris crossed her own legs, and set her clasped hands in her lap, laughing awkwardly, more to herself than to anyone else around her.

"Thanks, K-Kamisato-san… I think I m-might take you up on your o-offer. I could go for a h-hot shower."

Kakeru nodded, and stepped out from behind the seated Floris. He cracked his neck with his right hand, as he gently flicked the back of Keshouin Asuka's head with the index finger and thumb of his left, causing her to quietly giggle. Before he could get too far away from her, Asuka grabbed Kakeru's left hand, and swiftly rubbed her face against its palm for a few moments.

The mascot-suited bunny woman reluctantly let Kakeru's hand go, and turned her attention to the slumbering Fran, whose bangs she began to play with.

Kakeru offered Floris his right hand. Floris, who'd risen from the couch, took it into her own left, and looked back towards the congregation of young women behind her.

Floris had caught the golden, curly-haired woman curiously observing her posterior. Claire had returned to looking down at her phone, and the brown-skinned young woman, Salome, had sat herself before Claire like an obedient puppy, smiling wildly and blushing heavily.

"I'll show you to the closest bathroom, Floris-san."

"Y-you have more than one?!"

A chuckling Kakeru nodded once. "Four in total. With twenty-one people living here, sometimes all at once, plenty of bathrooms are a necessity. Thankfully, everyone is fairly low maintenance, so, generally, under normal circumstances, everyone gets their turn, and can take a fair amount of time to engage in whatever business it is they need, or want to. That's what's important, Floris-san; equality, and a collective understanding of feelings and emotions. It makes a relationship such as the one you see before you possible."

"Kamisato-san?"

"Mhm?"

As the duo slowly began to ascend the hardwood staircase, Floris raised her free right had to her lower lip. Fiddling with the fleshy protrusions, rolling it between her right hand's thumb and middle finger, Floris spoke her piece.

"This isn't at all what I was expecting. I d-don't really k-know what I was expecting, to be h-honest, but… I know in those d-documentaries, all the girls, or women pretty much just… m-mindlessly hate one another, and are c-constantly fighting for the m-male's affection. T-that's not what this at all… this is, honestly… really b-beautiful, from what I'm s-seeing."

As Kakeru climbed the last step, followed in short order by Floris, he breathed a sigh. Cracking his neck with his free hand, he looked to the former New Light operative. When their eyes locked, Kakeru found himself grinning.

"Most of those documentaries are fictionalized, starring paid, albeit unknown actors and actresses. Lasting polygamous relationships are hardly such a common existence. Most, sadly, are born of an attempt to subvert jealousy, a force which simply can't be subverted. Come, I'll show you to the bathroom, and give you the rundown on how everything works. The shower's taps can be… tricky, if you don't know what you're doing. I'd like to show you how to lock the shower door from the inside, as well, so you don't find yourself feeling uncomfortable."

Floris stopped Kakeru, and moved in front of him. Looking into his dark irises, the former New Light operative felt her throat becoming dry, and slowly but surely closing up. For a moment, she thought she might suddenly break down into tears.

"Want to know something, Kamisato-san? I'm so glad I didn't just go back to my lodging. I was laughing harder with you, earlier, at the bar, and on our way back here, w-well, when I was awake, and with the girls downstairs than I've laughed in a… a really long time.

"Thank you, for giving me this opportunity. I never would've thought that things were going to play out like this, when just last week I thought I'd never get close to you, but I'm not complaining."

Floris started. She hadn't seen Kakeru raise his right hand, nor had she seen it closing in on her right cheek. His fingers set themselves against her soft, silky skin.

"You're welcome, Floris-san. I've enjoyed my time with you, as well, immensely. I too am very glad that we could become closer than before; you're a very fun person to spend time with. I think this will make us a more effective team, as well, as we won't be stumbling over one another… at least not as often as previously."

On the floor below Kamisato Kakeru and Floris, a very different scene was playing out.

Claire considered rising from her seat; her human footstool, Salome, had been stolen by Toyama Luca, who Salome was just as fond of. With her legs crossed across Salome's back, the golden, curly-haired beauty leaned back into the couch, her eyes closed. Beneath her, the brown-skinned woman looked to be in a state of extreme pleasure; her lips were parted into a toothy grin, and her cheeks glowed bright pink. The woman with the exotic plants sprouting from her form thought back to a time when the "Mass Murderer" had been anything but submissive.

Then, something had changed. She'd suddenly come to adore being used as a piece of human furniture. Claire hadn't, and still wasn't about to go and question her stroke of good fortune too deeply.

"Salome? You think you can handle having two mistresses put their legs all over you? I might just come over there. I don't want to hold my own body up right now. Maybe tomorrow I'll give you a break, maybe I won't."

Salome's answer was quick, simple, and to the point. "I might spontaneously cum if you do. If Bunny Grey did, too, I might just die."

Claire shrugged. Rising up, the young woman walked her athletic, fit form to the opposite couch, and lazily tossed herself down between "Bunny Grey" and Toyama Luca, who welcomed the woman who bore exotic plants by planting an affectionate kiss to her right cheek.

As Claire set her legs over Salome's back, and stacked one foot atop another, the brown-skinned, raincoat-wearing woman suddenly produced a loud, pleasured moan, her form shuddering.

"T-two b-beautiful mistresses u-u… u-using me. I think I'm going to cum… all over the place. I don't want this night to end. We can stay like this, right?! You can both sleep like this! I know I can! This is a good w-way of doing things, d-don'tcha think?!"

"Life is good, Claire."

"When you have such an obedient little slave-girl, it sure is."

Salome bit her lower lip; the praise from her "mistress" alone was enough to drive Salome to the wild, untamed edges of madness. If having a kink like the one she had was a bad thing, then Salome was bad to the bone; and Salome loved it.