Blue Poison was overjoyed when she heard the news. Negotiations were a success; everything went smoothly and Rhodes Island could now operate freely within Lungmen's borders. Hellastic was even appointed as the Commander in Chief of the whole operation. Things couldn't have gone better. Or faster for that matter.

They were only separated for less than a day, but she already sorely missed his company. However, when Hellastic returned, he was looking… slightly worse for wear.

"You're back!" Blue Poison enthusiastically greeted, barrelling into Hellastic for a hug.

"Y-Yeah, I'm back." His voice was shaky and he sounded dead tired. There were bags under his eyes as he seemed to have aged a couple of decades. Which wasn't plausible considering he was only gone for so long.

Noticing Hellastic's less than optimal state, Blue Poison immediately began fussing over him. "You look awful!" she exclaimed, concern laced in her voice. "Were the negotiations that hard? Did the Chief of Lungmen give you a hard time?"

"Not it's just…" How should he explain it? Should he even explain it? "I'm really tired."

Placing her hand on his forehead, Blue Poison seemed to be testing a few things, a concerned look etched into her face. She checked his pulse, breathing, and dilation of his pupils and quickly came to a conclusion. "It doesn't seem you've been poisoned but…"

"But?"

Her eyes darted left and right, a heavy blush forming on her face. "I just n-need to check something to be sure."

"Check something?" Hellastic asked, a bit confused at what she was trying to imply. Blood tests perhaps? In any case, he doubts anything has slipped into him without him knowing. The reason Bloopy was concerned for him and state of being was probably because of the aftermath of him and Kal'tsit…

Yeah, safe to say, that Lynx needed to get some things off her chest. Maybe some other day, they could have a proper conversation and work things out. Whatever his past self did, he'd need to start getting around to fixing the wrongs and owning up to his actions—whether he remembered it or not. And hopefully, the next time they meet, he won't have his pelvis pulverized and his dick fucked raw. Not raw, but raw raw.

"Yeah…" Leaning in close, Blue Poison stood on her tippy toes and gave Hellastic a little peck on the lips. "Mmm."

The kiss was as intoxicating as the first, but there was something off about this time. Apart from the heavy scent of another woman, Blue Poison detected heavy amounts of potent aphrodisiacs in Hellastic's system. No poison or toxins thankfully.

Unthankfully, she was already feeling the effects of the said potent aphrodisiac, a ravenous heat forming in her lower body. One that she just needed to satiate.

Though a dark part of her mind told her it wasn't the aphrodisiac that was causing her to act this way—it hadn't even made its way into her system yet and even if it did, her body was naturally resistant to such happenings. Rather, it was just Hellastic's presence alone that had her snatch leaking copious amounts of fluids in preparation for another round of his thick rod to plough into her once more, soaking her cute, pink panties.

Of course, she pushed those thoughts into the recesses of her mind—use the aphrodisiac as the scapegoat, not her innate hidden desire to breed with Hellastic again. Leaning in, she went for another deep kiss. One that was more passionate and heated than before, and all her previous thoughts of…

What were they again? And wow, how did her top come off so fast?

"H…Hellastic… I-I don't know what this feeling is… I… I'm burning. I need you…" Her voice was quiet and pleading, but the desire was there, clear as day. "I missed you…"

"Definitely not the welcome greeting I was expecting," he commented, running a finger through a strand of her silky pink hair. But he was more than happy to oblige. Especially after the last replenishment session he just had.

"And what the fuck do we have here?" A loud, commanding voice called from down the hallway, intruding on their reunion.

Immediately Blue Poison jumped. With haste, she let go of Hellastic, turned around, did her best to cover herself up and act natural. "H-Hey Miss Dobermann. I was just… checking Hellastic's wellbeing… And I can confidently say everything is looking good here…!

"...Except for the aphrodisiac I found in his system…" she added that last part with a mumble.

When Dobermann raised an eyebrow, giving her an unimpressed look, Blue Poison let out a nervous laugh.

"When you volunteered to greet the Doctor early, ahead of all of us as we prepared to welcome him back, we let you," Dobermann began, a scolding tone in her voice. "And this is where our placed trust goes?"

"Welcome me back?" Hellastic asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't gone long enough to warrant any welcome backs, but with the way Dobermann was speaking, it sounded like she had taken things quite seriously.

"I guess I got carried away," Blue Poison truthfully admitted, a bashful look on her face as she shyly put back on her top.

"You were one step away intercourse," Dobermann pointed out. "I'd say that's a little more than just getting carried away. But I get it, we missed him too."

Were his operators developing an unhealthy dependance on him. And perhaps also another part of him.

"I was tasked with delaying your arrival," Blue Poison spoke up truthfully. "So that Dobermann and the others could finish setting up."

"That's right!" The sudden shift in Dobermann's voice to a more bright one, though with a hint of mischievousness behind it, threw Hellastic for a loop. Knowing Dobermann's nature, he could harbor a guess as to what her whole idea entailed. "Considering how tired you must be, we wanted to surprise you with something special once you got back from negotiations. We all missed you, especially this pink haired lady over here. You should have seen the look on her face as she gazed out the window, lonely, without her Doctor to comfort her."

"H-Huh!?" Blue Poison squeaked out in surprise at Dobermann's sudden teasing. "I-I wasn't the only one who missed him, okay…!"

"But you were the only one in a near catatonic state. I wasn't the only one feeling the downcast gloom emanating in spades from you. Looking at you, you'd think the world was ending."

"Well…!" Blue Poison braced herself, for what she would say next, especially in front of Hellastic, was lethally embarrassing information. "At least I wasn't touching myself at night moaning—!"

"Let's end it there, shall we?" Dobermann hastily interrupted once she realized where Blue Poison was going, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. That signaled the end to the teasing thrown between them.

"It's nice to see you two getting along," Hellastic observed. They seemed to have bonded nicely in the short amount of time he was gone. And it was probably safe to assume the rest of his squad has as well. The whole toxic persona of Blue Poison was gradually being broken down to show her true, kind and caring, cute and adorable nature.

"Ah~ Hellastic…" Blue Poison sighed, as her head was pat.

"So, what does this welcome back entail?" He asked. It definitely wasn't going to be an ordinary one. Not with how his life has been going ever since he woke up.

"That's a surprise." The grin on Dobermann's face terrified him a little bit. "Come on, let's go. The others are eagerly awaiting your return."


"Welcome back, Doctor!"

He had so many questions. Not that he could ask any of them considering his mouth was wide open in shock. In front of him was a scene straight out of…. Straight out of… insanity—there was honestly no better way to describe it.

Nearl, Yato, Melantha, Fang, Franka, Liskarm stood side by side, a banner with the words "Welcome back," displayed above them, wearing, to put it lightly, practically nothing. Blue Poison and Dobermann soon joined the group, wearing the same attire.

Since when did Rhodes Island supply such scandalous clothing. From a distance, he could just tell the lace, practically see through, silky smooth fabric was high quality. They covered the bare minimum, leaving nothing, absolutely nothing, to the imagination yet still was tantalizing all the same.

Each operator had a different expression on their face. While some, like Franka, embraced the moment with open arms, a naughty, lascivious grin on her face, others were beyond mortified, almost seeming to combust on the spot. What did it take for them to convince Melantha to put on that pair of purple lingerie that would make any self respecting person question their morales?

And by them, he meant Dobermann. Because he had no doubt this whole operation was her idea.

"What do you think, Doctor?" Dobermann asked. Out of everyone present, her clothing was the most distinct. Both in its boldness and material. Skin tight latex, however, unlike what the others wore, hers had openings to expose both her pussy and nipple for easy access—crotchless panties for ease of access. An erotic site indeed with the familiar whip she wielded adding onto her provocative and seductive image.

"I think you're crazy." Yet at the same time, looking at the operators assembled before him, he came to a simple conclusion. "But not in a bad way."

On another note, he'd like to thank whichever logistics operator tasked with ordering clothing—namely underwear for the operators of Rhodes Island. Whoever they were, he needed to talk to them. They certainly are a cultured individual.

"That's good to hear. Now then, Doctor, please, step forward, claim these two. Add them to your list of Sanity Replenishers." Dobermann declared, pushing Fang and Melantha forward. Both seemed nervous, Melantha more so than Fang by a longshot. In fact, nervous wasn't quite a strong enough word to describe the state she was in—yet there was resolve in her eyes that spoke of willingness to face her insecurities and fears, and come charging out of her comfort zone.

"After your negotiations, you must have exhausted a lot of your Sanity. We're all here to help you replenish," Nearl helpfully explained. "And to also introduce and integrate a few more operators to be able to help replenish your Sanity in the future when we're not with you."

The fact that only Operators he handpicked were here was not lost to him. So, the question arises: should he tell them that he really isn't in dire need of replenishment?

Nah.

"I've given Fang and Melantha some extra lessons to help prepare them. But they're still young and inexperienced," Dobermann said as she gently pushed the two operators towards Hellastic. "But please, don't hold back for their sake. They've trained under me. They won't break that easily."

The fact that Dobermann herself could barely handle a round herself told him otherwise.

"We'll be in your care, Doctor."

"P-Please be gentle."

Before he even had the time to get a word in, he found himself assaulted on both ends by the two operators. Fang took his upper half, leaning in for a kiss while fumbling around and attempting to strip his shirt and jacket at the sametime. Hellastic could tell by how unsure and sloppy she was, it was probably her first kiss. Yet he could tell there was an eagerness behind her lips. As he led the inexperienced Kuranta, she followed along earnestly, learning fast.

'The other's are just gonna watch, huh?' Hellastic thought silently to himself. There were envious faces, aroused faces, curious faces, and then there were those who straight up started masturbating to the sight before them—none too subtly either.

His right hand slowly trailed down Fang's toned back until he reached her small, round ass, earning a shuddering moan from the girl. With his free hand, he gently cupped her delicate, petite breasts. Using his thumb to lightly rub against her nipple, Hellastic garnered another positive reaction from the girl—this time in the form of a louder, more pronounced sigh of pleasure.

Meanwhile, as Fang and Hellastic's tongues wrestled it out and Hellastic's hands freely groped and explored Fang's body, Melantha got onto her knees, gingerly unbuckling the Doctor's belt and pulled his pants down. In one swift motion, his semi hard cock sprung free of its confines, bonking the Feline on the head.

"S-So… big…" Melantha breathed out, one part in awe, one part in horror. She may not have a lot of knowledge or experience when it comes to these things, but she knew for a fact the Doctor was big. No, that wasn't the right word—he was massive. Monstrous even. There was no way that thing would fit inside of her.

And then it got bigger. The cause? Why, the continual mouth to mouth stimulation of course. Hellastic was now painfully hard, his cock throbbing and in need of a pussy to penetrate.

"Mmm," Fang moaned into the mouth of Hellastic, already breathless and light headed. Her body was lit with desire, a steady stream of love juice leaking out of her aroused snatch. The way the Doctor's hands touched her body was unlike anything she's ever felt before. And it wasn't even time for the main event.

Down on her knees, Melantha gazed up at the beast above her. It cast a shadow over her face, nearly covering it in its entirety. Intimidating wouldn't even begin to describe things. Oh how did she get roped into this again? Looking to her left and seeing Dobermann casually holding her whip, she remembered.

Suddenly, she felt a hand softly scratch her ear. The touch was tender and caring—it helped ease her nerves a bit.

"You don't have to push yourself," the Doctor kindly reassured her. "There's no need to do anything you don't want."

"Thank you, Doctor." The hand was comforting, and his words served as ample encouragement. Taking a shaky breath, Melantha resolved herself, preparing her mouth and throat for what was to come. During the battle earlier, the Doctor's presence and aid through PRTS helped her greatly. Showing her thanks through her actions was only logical.

"Haah…" Bringing her tongue to lick the base of the Doctor's shaft, her nose was immediately hit with a pungent odor—one that she could only describe as arousing. As her tongue made its way up the Doctor's thick, long, hard cock, an inferno was lit inside her that could only be doused by what caused it.

"Fuck…" Hellastic breathed in satisfaction as Melantha's mouth made its way to the tip of his cock, giving it a good, long lick. The way she worked her mouth told him that she had prior practice. Extra curricular training provided by Dobermann, perhaps?

For Melantha's part, she smiled at the Doctor's vocal approval, promptly diving in for more. The taste, she noted, was much better than she was expecting, though hard to describe.

"Mmm…" Bringing the tip to her mouth, she gently sucked on the bulbous head of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake in breath from the Doctor. Swirling her tongue, Melantha tenderly stroked his shaft. Slowly, she started to go up and down, bobbing her head and puckering her lips.

While her techniques weren't that of a pro, her spirit more than made up for it as Melantha tried her best to please the Doctor, earning a scratch on the ear in response which she happily leaned into. With renewed vigor, she licked, sucked, and deepthroated the Doctor's massive cock to the best of her ability.

"Glurk, glurk, glurk…"

Each time her head went up and down, Hellastic's cock went slightly deeper down her throat. The fact that she was able to do this in the first place surprised him a fair bit. Melantha was on the smaller side—a slender and petite build. Her throat was small, and the way it constricted around his shaft had his toes curling with pleasure.

Melantha made sure to make good use of her tongue, remembering the quick but intense impromptu lesson Dobermann gave her and Fang. She had the Doctor moaning and shuddering, panting out her name and caressing her face and ears. Yet Melantha could feel that she needed one final push to the next level in order to fully satisfy the Doctor with release.

"Glurk, glurk, glurk…"

"Gods Melantha… Just like that…"

"Glurck—" She felt herself gagging as she attempted to reach the base of the Doctor's crotch. Her attempt failed and Melantha was forced to pull back and disengage for air. Breathing heavily, Melantha recovered herself, a thick line of saliva and precum connecting her mouth to the Doctor's cock which was now coated in a generous amount of her spit.

Kissing the tip of the Doctor's cock, Melantha prepared herself for a second attempt. Relaxing her throat and closing her eyes, she took the massive cock down her slick, tight throat. Deeper and deeper it went, until finally, she reached the base—the entirety of the Doctor's manhood enveloped deep down her throat.

"Gllrurrk—" she suppressed her gag reflex to the best of her ability, sucking and bobbing her head up and down.

"Holy shit… Melantha~" the Doctor panted.

Looking up with watery eyes, Melantha could clearly see the pleasure the Doctor was feeling. But in order for him to cum, in order for him to replenish Sanity, she needed to take things to the next level. Sure, if she blew him long enough, eventually she'd be rewarded with a truckload of semen down her throat. But she was already struggling as is. Any longer, and she risked passing out.

Melantha needed to use another body part. One that was built to have a cock stuffed deep inside it. Her pussy, which had been neglected thus far, pulsed in need. If there was a contest for wetness right now, Melantha won by a landslide—she was overflowing with pussy juice.

"I-I'm close…" Hellastic moaned in contentment, his cock squeezed and massaged by Melantha's tight throat. He could feel pressure building up inside him. At the same time though, he could feel Melantha faltering—his girth too much for the inexperienced Feline to handle.

Looking down at Melantha's struggling face, Hellastic was met with quite the sight. She was staring right back up at him, his length balls deep down her throat, her face a mess with tears freely flowing from her submissive eyes and drool all over the place. It was both a cute and erotic site that made Hellastic want to pin her down and dominate her.

Her determination was not lost to him—something that needed rewarding.

Pulling away and taking heavy breaths, Melantha gave the Doctor's cock one last kiss of affection before turning around, stripping, and presenting herself and her assets to him. With her hips raised high into the hair, back arced, chest close to the ground, and legs shoulder width apart, just like Dobermann taught, she was ready.

Her ass was bare for the world to see. Melantha burned red. It was such an embarrassing position—her private part exposed and the primary focus of attention. She could feel the gazes of everyone present on her. It was overwhelming. Despite all that, one gaze was hungrier than the rest. Melantha could feel it—a predatory and dominating desire that had her knees trembling and pussy quivering.

Fang, who had been a spectator for quite a while now, joined her, assuming the same position on her left. If Dobermann's satisfied face was of any indication, she seemed to approve. But will their form remain that way once Sanity Replenishment begins and their senses are overwhelmed with a neverending barrage of mind numbing pleasure?

"You didn't really have to go that far…" Hellastic told Dobermann.

"Oh but I did," came her response. With one hand on her hips, she gave the Doctor a disbelieving look. "Don't tell me you're satisfied with the sight before you?"

The sight before him: two young female operators with bodies honed from training to be in peak shape presenting their assets to him in a submissive and breedable position. How could he complain?

"If you desire more, we can always add more," Nearl, after noticing the Doctor's hesitance, added.

Before Hellastic could garner an answer, Franka was already pouncing on the opportunity.

"Oh! Me! Take me!" With a running leap, Franka jumped beside Melantha, getting down on all fours. Sticking her ass out and shaking seductively, she turned and gave the Doctor a wink.

Hellastic could only sigh at the Vulpo's antics.

"Hey there~" Franka whispered to Melantha as the Doctor stood behind her, likely contemplating his life and how things evolved to the situation at hand. "I saw you earlier, and I have to say, you were so brave and cute deepthroating the Doctah. When I saw his cock, I thought for sure you couldn't handle it—that thing was even bigger than I imagined. But you proved me wrong with that insane blowjob of yours."

"T-Thanks," Melantha replied, not quite sure what to make Franka's rambling or what to do in this situation except maintain her posture, waiting for the Doctor to pick an operator.

"No problem~ I'm quite sure that it might have been too much, even for me."

"..." Melantha wasn't so convinced. Just looking at the way Franka carried herself told her otherwise.

"But I wonder… seeing how you were able to handle the Doctor so well with your mouth, how will your lower half perform?" Franka asked, a naughty grin on her face as she watched Melantha from the corner of her eye, waiting to catch a glimpse of another cute reaction from the reserved girl.

She was not disappointed.

"H-Heh? M-My—" Melantha quickly glanced backwards, then back at Franka.

"I couldn't help but sneak a peek," Franka said with no shame whatsoever. "Quite the well taken care of pussy you have there—clean, shaven, and a beautiful shade of light pink."

"W-W-W-ha—?"

"Not to mention tight and untouched. I'm sure the Doctah will enjoy fucking you senseless."

SMACK!

"That's enough teasing, Franka," Liskarm reprimanded the teasing operator by giving her a smack in the ass. It wasn't just any old light hearted strike though. There was force put behind the spank, serving to warn the over enthusiastic Vulpo from continuing anymore of her antics.

"Liskarm~" Franka whined, dragging out the latter half of her name. "You'll make my pretty butt all red~"

Liskarm responded by smacking the naughty Vulpo in the ass once more. This time with a bit of a special surprise included.

SMACK!

"Hey!" Franka yelped, holding her stinging rear. You could say Franka was shocked by this turn of event.

"Stop fooling around," Liskarm scolded. "All the others are waiting in place already."

And she was right. Without noticing, probably because Franka was too busy teasing Melantha, all the other operators had also assumed breeding positions, their asses raised to the air, ready to receive the Doctor's cock. That was all it took for Franka to get serious, her attitude from earlier vanishing like Rhodes Island's LMD allocated for clothing—courtesy of Miss Dobermann.

It was quite the site. One that Hellastic didn't know what to do about.

"Doctor, we're waiting~"

On second thought, he knew exactly what to do about it.


It's been a while. I blame Honkai Star Rail and the new Siracusa event among other things. Anyways, thanks to all those who favorited, followed, and reviewed.